Bologg looked up at this monument of flesh and blood. As the conversation with Bologg progressed, it woke up from its slumber, its flesh and blood became active, and its machinery roared.
The bodies of the people were radiating high temperatures, and bursts of hot air hit their faces. Electricity passed along the cables, illuminating a series of indicator lights. They flashed regularly, and the light spots became more and more numerous.
The entire dark space is filled with such flickering light spots.
Burlogo felt as if he was under a starry sky.
Among the four masks on the main body, the copper-green mask representing Maria's personality is activated, while the rest of the masks are in silence. On the branches extending from the main body, there are many small masks hanging.
I couldn't help but have some speculations in my mind.
"The Public is not perfect. The Public is the product of the stubborn will of the previous directors. In order to achieve the ideals of the Bureau of Order, the composition of the Public is extremely distorted, bloated, and pathological."
The crowd spoke slowly. The angle of its narrative was very strange, and it always looked at itself from a third perspective.
Without Maria's voice modification, the voices were hoarse and distorted, with a metallic trembling. During the slow narration, its voice seemed to be spoken by countless people at the same time. The voices had a sense of overlap, and from time to time
There is a pause delay.
Boluogo couldn't see its vocal organ, and the source of the sound was like countless players embedded in the body.
The crowd continued, "But it doesn't matter. Pragmatism is one of the concepts of the Bureau of Order. As long as it can play a role, no matter how ugly the appearance is, there is no problem."
Its horrifying appearance was enough to shock many people. Even Bologg thought it was some kind of terrifying weirdness at the first time.
"We once wanted to shape it into a golden sculpture, like a huge statue of gods," Nathaniel, who had been silent, spoke up. "Later we gave up. After all, there are very few people who can see the crowd, so there is no need to do it.
This meaningless embellishment.”
"This symbolizes the essence, ideal and reality of the Bureau of Order. After thinking about it through the calculation unit, they believe that they should face everyone with a true attitude."
Everyone has completely different thinking perspectives.
“The main responsibility of the Public is to store the will of past directors, and when necessary, use their logical methods to make decisions for the Bureau of Order.
The public is a tool, a machine, and the machine is more accurate and efficient than humans.
I am an artificial life, more like an artificial intelligence."
Boluogo probably understood the meaning of the crowd, and was also well aware of the sacrifices of the previous directors. They all integrated themselves into this grotesque body. At the moment of death, the crowd extracted their wills and used them as logical calculations.
cornerstone.
Whether it is the public or the preserved will, they have no free will at all. From the beginning, they have been bound by the underlying instructions and have to sacrifice everything for the Bureau of Order and the fight against the devil.
"Integrating with others is not a simple matter. Only the Glorious Ones can completely retain their own will, have complete logical thinking, and extract a virtual personality from it."
The crowd continued, "After Director Maria merged with the crowd, the computing power of the crowd changed again. The crowd realized that relying solely on the will of the directors would have some limitations. Even if every director,
Already outstanding figures of their time.”
"The crowd proposed the "Glorious Sacrifice" agreement. Since then, the target scope of the crowd's integration has expanded from the director of the Order Bureau to senior staff of various departments.
After they meet the required standards, they will conduct a series of reviews. After signing the "Glory Agreement", the staff who participated in the agreement will be transported into the upside down hall before their brain death, integrated with the crowd, and expanded the crowd's database and
Run computing power.
It's just that the vast majority of employees are not glorious ones, and their will cannot be completely preserved in the tide of thoughts, and they have only become computing units one by one.
But everyone will remember them forever."
The huge body shook slightly, and the misty darkness was shaken away by this small movement. They retreated one after another. Then Boluogo saw countless branches extending from the main trunk, and each branch was covered with densely packed branches.
Masks, each mask represents a dead employee and a unit used for calculation.
"As for your question, why is it that the decision-making room, that is, the public, is omnipotent."
The crowd continued to explain his doubts to Boluogo.
"It's very simple. As long as there is enough data support and computing power, everyone can deduce the development of most events."
The crowd showed off its abilities to Borogo.
"Bologo, do you understand the world economy?"
Boluogo shook his head, "No, this kind of thing has nothing to do with work."
"So do you know the butterfly effect?" The crowd said, "A butterfly flapping its wings occasionally will cause a storm a few weeks later."
"For many people, this is a chaotic phenomenon, full of unknowns and irregularities, but as long as you have enough and huge data support and computing power, then you can analyze the entire development process of the situation.
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Of course, this example is a bit too idealistic, so let’s talk about you, Borogo Lazarus.”
Boluogo felt countless eyes falling on him, and he became countless victims of the magnificent calculation power of others.
"Berogo Lazarus, do you think your behavior is easy for others to guess and infer?"
When Boluogo was about to say something, everyone interrupted him.
"Don't rush to answer.
The public knows all your information, and can simulate part of your behavioral logic through computing power, so that the public understands you and can anticipate your next actions."
Everyone was silent for a moment, and then it continued, "How is the progress between you and the staff of Aimu Ajedet?"
Boluogo was stunned. The change in the content of the conversation was a bit too strange.
"In the past year, your exchanges with Aimu have become more frequent. From your demeanor, micro-expressions, and simulations of computing power, you have a certain fondness for each other. It's just that you have a certain affection for each other due to your personality and environment.
When it comes to stress and other issues, you are in a slightly confused state and don’t know how to deal with it.”
Boluogo said expressionlessly, "Are you a voyeur?"
"The crowd needs huge data flows, and collecting data is the instinct of the crowd."
"You are using the precious computing power of the victims for this kind of thing?"
"Analyzing your emotional problems does not take up much computing power of Zhongzhe," Zhongzhe said. "This operation only takes a few microseconds, and it cannot even load the computing power."
"..."
Bologg felt that he had been laughed at by the crowd, but judging from the cold attitude of the crowd, it was just analyzing calmly. Bologg began to miss Maria. Although it was a virtual personality, it was better than the original one.
The crowd is too soft. No wonder the crowd is the first to awaken Maria's personality.
"Analyze me through big data?" Bologo tried to refute it, "Data cannot represent everything, and you cannot exempt the existence of variables."
Boluogo gradually understood the meaning of the crowd. Just like a physical examination in a hospital, as long as enough human body data is obtained, the problem can be accurately discovered.
"Yes, variables."
The crowd affirmed Boluogo's words, "For a long time, variables have troubled the crowd. In the face of variables, the crowd can only use huge calculations to weaken the scope of the variables' influence as much as possible.
The fourth director updated and upgraded the crowd, making each director who merged with the crowd have their virtual personalities independent and assume different functions within the crowd.
After the Secret War, a large number of victims integrated into the Zhongzhe, even the fourth director, which further improved the computing power of the Zhongzhe. The fourth director also stepped into the path she designed for herself.
In the function.”
Boluogo felt that he seemed to have heard some important news. The fourth director stepped into the crowd. In other words...did she die in the secret war?
Borogo asked, "So who is the current director? Will it be held by anyone?"
"They are just tools," they replied, "Currently the director of the Order Bureau is still the fourth director."
Boluogo was a little confused, and then the huge bodies of the crowd began to change. The bloated flesh and blood rolled, a gap opened on the surface of the scarlet skin, and the blood-stained rib cages opened up layer by layer. The white bone armor they wanted to pile up,
In the even more fishy and hot blood, Boluogo saw a pale figure half lying in soft flesh.
The woman was completely immersed in flesh and blood, her face was drooped, her hair was gone, countless cables extended from the back of her bare head, and they penetrated into the depths of the body, and the glimmer of light shone in the slits of her eyes.
Flashing inside, massive information flow is transmitted within microseconds.
Nathaniel looked away, not wanting to see this painful scene.
"During the Secret War, the fourth director was severely damaged. According to "Glorious Sacrifice", the crowd should have integrated her into it, but the fourth director had a close connection with the devil, the lazy Belphegor. According to the bottom of the crowd,
Logically, we must eliminate any possibility of the devil interfering with us.
The fourth director cannot be integrated into the crowd, but the crowd cannot give up a Glorious Level computing unit. For this reason, she is more like an extended wetware of the crowd, a system that operates independently, and the crowd is responsible for maintaining it.
She is responsible for processing information for everyone, only communicating information, and is completely isolated at the soul level."
The crowd wrapped the woman up again, and she seemed to have been swallowed by a monster without making any sound.
Borlog asked, "Is she dead?"
"According to human standards, her personal will has long since collapsed and disappeared in a large number of calculations. From a physiological point of view, her body is still alive and can live for a very long time."
"Due to the efforts of the fourth director, we were able to further narrow the error of variables. The fourth director also calculated the possible directions of countless events according to the functions she planned during her lifetime. This is why everyone seems to have no idea.
I don’t know, I can’t do anything.
Exhaustive method.
Simple and primitive calculation methods, supported by huge data, can calculate countless possibilities, and from the countless possibilities, we can deduce the trend of events that is most beneficial to us."
The cold voice of the crowd showed a rare emotional ups and downs, and Boluogo felt that it was lamenting.
"Her sacrifice will be remembered."
A slightly sad silence spread under the dark night starry sky. Boluogo sorted out his thoughts, feeling fearful and excited, awe and sad.
What everyone said is right. As long as there is enough information, all unknowns can be calculated. Just like when the timeline is out of order, time can be continuously traced back until the most perfect ending is achieved.
"Staff Bologo Lazarus, you have exceeded everyone's expectations."
The crowd suddenly said, "Your variable deviation value is very high, but it is still under control. According to the crowd's calculations, the meeting between you and me should have happened after you were promoted to the power bearer."
"Why the queen of those with power?"
"One of the signing conditions for "Glory Sacrifice" is that the target reaches the power-bearing level. Because of your status as a debtor, you do not meet the signing conditions, but you are qualified to understand these."
The crowd continued, "With your keen and vigilant thinking, you have brought all this forward."
Boluogo held his breath for a few seconds, and then let out a long sigh.
"That sounds terrible...anyone say no?"
"Yes, but very little."
“What happens if they say no?”
"Usually they will not refuse directly, but during the review process, they will find that the other party does not have the belief of complete sacrifice, so they will be eliminated, and those who pass the review will agree with this sacrifice."
"Sign the contract?"
"One of the underlying logics of the crowd is to avoid the interference of the devil. For this reason, "Glory Sacrifice" is just an ordinary agreement. There are no contract school condensers as witnesses. It is just an ordinary signature, ordinary beliefs, and ordinary connections.
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The crowd made a roar of thunder.
"Sometimes, humans can unite without a heavy blood contract."
Boluogo fell silent again, and many complex emotions flashed through his eyes. Sometimes he was angry, and sometimes he felt confused and sentimental.
"Are you satisfied with this answer?"
Boluogo nodded heavily, he had nothing more to say.
The crowd uses huge data to conduct exhaustive methods to deduce countless possible directions for the situation, and find the one that maximizes their own interests from these many possibilities.
Within the people, when these major decisions arise, it will awaken the virtual personalities of the previous directors, discuss and vote through their logical methods, and then be executed by Nathaniel.
In order to avoid the interference of the devil, the entire upside-down hall is completely self-contained. Even though everyone explained so much to Boluogo, he still feels that this space hides many secrets, which are the terrible accumulation of the Bureau of Order over a long period of time.
Boluogo thought of something, "But... I still have a question."
"explain."
"The public is so important and is the core of the Bureau of Order. Why do they care about me so much?" Boluogo was puzzled. "Just because I had doubts about the decision-making room, did you reveal all this to me? I think there should be other people as well.
There will be a similar sense of doubt, but what about them? Will they be the same as me?"
"No, you are the only exception."
"Why am I a special case?"
"Because the Bureau of Order needs you," everyone noticed something that Bologo had been missing, "Bologo, haven't you realized it yet?"
"The person who chooses to shelter you, the person who chooses to release you, the person who chooses to make you grow, the person who chooses to let you inherit the power of Overlord Xilin... they are all among the many.
Out of the crowd, successive directors have chosen you, so you are unique."
Boluogo felt that all the muscles in his body were tense. At this moment, he felt that he was not facing a grotesque and deformed piece of flesh and blood, but countless victims. They looked at him across time and space, and they felt heavy.
The pressure hit him like bricks.
Depressed and excited, trembling with excitement and fear.
Boluogo complained to himself in a low voice, how could he forget such an important thing? He was like a person living in a story, and every step was written by the author. He just waited for himself to follow the path and move towards the predetermined ending.
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"I have no doubts."
Boluogo took a deep breath and raised his head.
"OK."
The crowd slowly moved into the darkness and disappeared. Boluogo couldn't see the figure as high as a hill, but he still heard the hum of the mechanical operation in the darkness.
The thoughts of the victims were connected together and turned into a machine with infinite computing power, thinking about the future.
Nathaniel led Bologg away, and the two stepped on the steps made of light and walked towards the sky.
Boluogo guessed that the space where everyone was located was the real closed area. In the past, Nathaniel could completely mobilize his room and shuttle between various areas, but only here, he needed to go to the long steps before he could see him off.
Logo leaves.
Looking at the silent figure in front of him, Boluogo asked, "Will you become one of them in the future?"
"Will do."
Nathaniel said without looking back.
"Are you afraid?" Boluogo said, "You haven't died yet, but you already know what you will look like after death. This must be terrible."
"Well...you may not believe it, but I am actually looking forward to that day. If I hadn't had the courage to make up my mind, I would even want to get in now."
"Why?"
"Because the person I love is also in it... She is actually gone, but if I can touch her fantasy, it would be a good comfort."
Boluogo paused for a moment. He didn't expect the deputy director to have such a tender side.
"Accident?"
"Kind of."
Nathaniel laughed to himself, "I should be surprised, Boluogo."
"Why?"
"Compared to you, my life is considered a normal life, isn't it?"
Nathaniel turned around and looked at Boluogo, "You look much better than before."
He moved on, "I hope you get better."
Bologo couldn't understand what Nathaniel said. The information revealed by the crowd had almost overwhelmed Bologo's mind. At the moment, he had no energy to think about anything else.
Now Boluogo just wants to go home, lie on his bed, think for a while, and maybe fall asleep from exhaustion.
In short, Boluogo wanted to take a rest. He was too tired and too many eyes were on him.
The two of them walked down the spiral light-cast steps. On the golden earth, countless towering figures looked up at them, like mortals kneeling in the dust, praying for the arrival of angels.
They are expecting someone, preparing for something, waiting for the carnival.