Russell has now obtained the identity of "Salon", and the resources and currency on Happy Island have become a meaningless number to him. For things like personal firewalls, which strictly calculate defense power based on money, he also
It has already been filled up.
——But when Russell heard that voice in his ears, his firewall had no warning at all.
It was not that Russell's firewall was paralyzed through computing power, nor was it that it found a loophole and got in. Instead, it used a high-dimensional technology that was completely unrecognizable by Russell's firewall.
"I am the guardian of Taoyuan Island...Kubler didn't really want to see you, so I came here for her."
Zhu Rong's voice was calm and warm: "After all, you ate Sai Lun, and she has a very good personal relationship with Sai Lun. She felt that what she said about you might not be objective enough - she would have mixed up her evaluation of you.
Unnecessary personal emotions."
That is not an ordinary electronic synthesized sound. Its ups and downs and tone cannot be heard as mechanical at all. It is just like a real human being, and you can even taste the subtle complex emotions and subtexts in it.
Russell just listened to his voice and felt as if he was hallucinating a specific image.
He is like a mature man with sparse stubble, wearing short sleeves or a shirt, showing a sunny and cheerful smile, with patience and wisdom. He has a smell of sunshine on his body, and his gentle qualities are reminiscent of
Kindergarten teachers are kind of nice people who always flatter the children.
"Another reason is that I am really interested in you. Twilight Egg, Stranger, Ultramarine Hero
"——Well, let's talk first."
Zhu Rong made no secret of his goodwill.
It slowly turned around, and the sharp-toothed cabin door slowly opened.
From a distance, it seems to be just a small door. If you take a picture from Russell's angle, it will be a huge "H". The door is just a small dot in the center of the middle horizontal bar.
But when the "Tower of Babel" flew closer, Russell realized that it was so spacious that it could allow at least ten "Towers of Babel" to fly directly into it in a row.
As Russell and Hua Chu flew into the cabin and slowed down, the lights inside were also turned on row by row.
The originally dark interior of the ship became brightly lit in an instant.
The Tower of Babel gradually descended and rested on the ground.
A row of stairs rose directly from the ground, just enough for Russell to walk down easily. After Russell and Hua Chu reached the ground, the row of stairs automatically descended and disappeared.
The "Tower of Babel" without Russell and Huachu's operations turned around on its own and headed to another place.
"don’t worry."
Zhu Rong's gentle voice sounded directly in Russell's ears: "I'll drive it to recharge, otherwise it might be difficult for you to go back.
"And it won't be suitable for you to drive when you are moving on land later. Isn't it?"
"Where shall we meet?"
Russell raised his head and shouted in the empty hull.
His voice echoed, but there was no response. There was no one here, not even androids and robots.
At this moment, a huge wall next to Russell rippled like water and gradually became transparent.
A middle-aged man wearing a crimson robe, black hair, blazing eyes, and a pair of dragon horns on his head emerged from it with a smile.
He even adjusted his angle in the camera, as if looking at the left and right side of his face in a mirror, to see if the beard on his face was cleanly shaved.
He stretched out his index finger and scratched his face, making a slight scratching sound.
Then, Zhu Rong raised his head and looked at the "lens".
"If you want to see me, you can go anywhere. Strictly speaking, the real 'me' is not on land, but in the core of Taoyuan Island. What you just saw from the outside is just my body."
"Intellectual AI?"
Russell muttered
Said: "The god of light of the Chu people, the god of enlightenment who bestows fire on mortals, the fire of the south is blessing the Red Emperor of the Rong clan."
"oh?"
Hearing this, Zhu Rong's eyes lit up: "Do you actually recognize my name? Although I know that you must be from the parallel world of Earth... but you should be someone from an older era."
"That's right."
Russell sighed and felt something for a moment: "I haven't heard the word 'Earth' for a long time."
"Actually, let me tell you, there is no need to strangle past history like this."
Zhu Rong crossed his arms and said: "When people forget history, they also forget the glory of the past. Without the richness of culture, they also lose that identity.
"Speaking of which, Russell. As an 'ancient person', what do you think of these 'future people'?"
"...Depravity, stupidity, absurdity, madness."
Russell did not hesitate to give a bunch of negative words.
But after a brief silence, he added softly: "But it's actually not that different from the era I lived in.
"People are still running around for life, quarreling over trivial things, jealousy and hatred over meaningless things. There are also people who sacrifice their lives for others and do their best to prove the brilliance of life.
alive.
"Some people live just to live; some people die for something greater than life; and some people live hard so that more people can live.
"We lived on the ground at that time, but it was no different from the society on the island in the sky today. At that time, I had nothing and was useless... Even if I wanted to help others, I could only donate a few sporadic donations.
Money - if you donate a little, it may not be enough for my meal. Because if you donate more, you will feel distressed."
At that time, I was just a mediocre mortal.
Rather than saying that there is more than enough in one's mind but not enough in strength... it is better to say that one does not dare to even think about that "overall in mind".
"——I like this world."
Russell raised his head and his voice became clear and bright: "Because it gives me possibility - it gives me, an ordinary person, the possibility to change the world.
"Since the world has kissed me with love...I will return the favor with songs."
"...It sounds like your original world has also been infected by fantasy." The smile on Zhu Rong's face faded a little.
He sighed and sighed in a low voice: "Sure enough, there are few worlds in this universe that have not been crawled by dreams."
"A completely clean world... does it mean a kind of utopia where there is no hatred or jealousy?"
Russell asked: "Does such a world really exist?"
"Yes."
Zhu Rong nodded: "Theoretically, if you are not infected by 'dream' at all, then the concept of 'self' should not be born.' Individuals only use their own desires to deliberately harm and destroy the continuation of the group - not
Is it to gain strong genetics or more survival resources for oneself, but to simply kill others... This is a special phenomenon that should not exist."
"...It sounds like living in the Garden of Eden but not eating the fruit of wisdom."
"Ah, I know. It's Gabriel's myth, right?"
Zhu Rong was a little surprised: "You are very knowledgeable - in the original world, were you a scholar who studied ancient mythology?"