Don't think for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for you.
——Ernest Miller Hemingway
[Part 1·I don’t understand]
Waking up from his confusion, Jiang Xueming came to Community Zero.
This is probably the first time he has logged into the Paradise as a foreign visitor, and it will also be the last time.
When he appeared in the virtual space of Little Guandong City, all he could see was a prosperous cityscape with tall buildings on both sides and people coming and going in the streets and alleys. Residents who could not be found in reality were all living in this illusory VR
In the city.
The streets in the city are spotless. The bright glass of the buildings reflects the phantom light of the sun and the blue sky and white clouds. The bright and scorching sun in the sky emits a halo, which complements the forty-eight pillars of the landmark Bodhisattva statue in the distance - that is the statue of the Black Eyed Senju.
Sitting in the Bodhisattva Dharmakaya.
Xueming looked down and saw that the temporarily knitted Morpho Butterfly clothes were gone. In the past, when he was busy in the pond and workshop, he often wore mud-colored overalls and a round-neck vest. At this moment, these were the only clothes he had.
The Venn mechanism on his right arm was still working, and the colorless corundum stone on his forearm continued to emit a milky white light. He held his breath, and after a long time he was finally convinced that he had indeed arrived in the blissful space - there was no need to breathe here.
No oxygen required.
At this moment, he still doesn't know who the ghost is in his arm. According to his second brother, there is an instructor named Hayashiki in the classic human education institution in Shinto City - now he is sent to the Paradise by Hayashiki, and his physical body is
I gave it to my second brother to take care of it.
Xueming was not interested in the scenery or contents in the Elysian Space. He had never liked surfing the Internet. Almost immediately when he came here, he thought about getting out of trouble and waking up, and wanted to get back control of his body. But how could he do that?
What to do?
On the sidewalk near the shop, he found a pedestrian nearby, went up and asked straight to the point.
"Brother, how should I log off?"
The passerby called Jiang Xueming and patted him on the shoulder. He didn't look back immediately, trembling like a dead puppet.
Xueming immediately noticed the abnormality and became wary. He followed the passerby around half a circle and came to take a closer look.
Observing the passerby from the side, he has a typical Japanese and Korean face, with small and sharp eyes, a thin appearance and scattered facial features. He looks to be in his twenties, wearing a set of casual clothes, and a wide sweater with various g-
—Xue Ming doesn’t even recognize it.
What Jiang Xueming was concerned about was the other person's abnormal physical signs - he had slowly walked around to this old man, but the other person didn't respond at all, as if he was in a distant place and his soul was not here at all.
He lowered his head and looked up carefully, and was surprised to find that the old man's mouth was enlarged and he was breathing rapidly, and the soft prosthesis in the virtual space also simulated the special physical signs of violent sweating.
"Is this guy doing drugs?!"
Jiang Xueming took half a step back involuntarily.
"Right here? On the street in broad daylight?"
He was deeply shocked, and his eyes locked on the software module in the passerby's hand - it was a magazine with the product barcode of the software, and the pink cover of the magazine had the product title.
Xueming has seen this type of title. There were countless similar hormone derivatives in Lawrence Madison's factory.
If he guessed correctly - just now, this passerby purchased a hormone software from a brain product store on the side of the road. The brain has many self-rewarding behaviors, and the brain secretes many hormones to control people to perform various tasks.
Such activities.
Eating, drinking, excretion, sleep in the traditional sense and less traditional sleep - divided into rewards and punishments, the brain will secrete different hormones and transmit them to various sensor organs of the human body.
At this moment, Jiang Xueming walked away cautiously.
The magazine in the hand of this passer-by has a title related to love. *** is a pretty girl with a versatile Internet celebrity face. It seems that this old man is still in a gentle country and cannot escape under the control of hormones.
Far away, snow
Ming took a special look at the price of this thing.
Its price is four thousand four hundred and ninety-nine pyroxene currency——
——The producer is a software processor from Paradise Space, and its name is [Huang Quan].
The product classification in the production information is the third category of module experience products.
More detailed sub-categories are dating/meeting/close contact/touching/kissing/smell.
The date was twenty-one minutes and thirty-three seconds long.
Xueming was horrified because she really couldn’t figure out what these things represented.
He is a daily person and rarely pays attention to novel experiences. He has never heard of role-playing games about script killing or d-group running.
After thinking about it carefully with his brain circuit——
——For roughly 4,499 pyroxene currency, you can enjoy a date in the Elysian Space and experience an inconvenient story with the sister in the magazine.
During these twenty-one minutes, no one can disturb them, and they will also produce signs similar to taking drugs - the software processor who produced this thing must have mixed it with something else to stimulate the human brain to secrete hormones and reward them.
The behavior is like the unscrupulous late night snack stall owner secretly adding poppy shells to the pot of braised food.
[An app that has been running stably for many years. It is comparable to the old book-chasing tool. It is used by all old bookworms.
——Why are cyberprostitutes made from electronic drugs so expensive? Obviously all hormones are spontaneously secreted by the brain. How dare these software processors in Shinto City use the blood and flesh hormones of Homo sapiens as products and sell them to intelligence again?
Himself?! Even if it is a krypton gold drawing card and there are a few pictures of the good sister that the painter worked hard to produce, it is too far off topic.
All this fun, in A Ming's opinion, is more terrifying than any flesh-and-blood golem created by the crazy butterfly.
This is an area that he cannot understand, and the madness index that makes him as stable as iron begins to fluctuate.
He returned to the original sweatshirt guy——
——Counting the time, this old man’s date with the cybernetic sister in the magazine’s “Peachy Holiday·Thumping Heart” must be over.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Xueming waited for a moment and saw this old man trembling all over. He was freed from the control of hormones. The moment his penis shrank, his soul returned.
in the body.
"Brother!" Jiang Xueming immediately asked in Japanese, "It's my first time here, how should I log out?"
"Who are you calling brother?" A passerby replied impatiently, "Uncle, you have a beard, how can you call me brother?"
Xueming was quite surprised. To be honest, his heart was still in his twenties and he didn't feel that he was getting older at all——
——After mentioning this, the nameless War King finally remembered that he had a wife and children.
"Oh, sorry little brother, how should I log off?"
Passersby looked disgusted and said, "Offline? Why do you have to go offline?"
Jiang Xueming asked, "Why don't you go offline?"
Passers-by shouted, "I'm enjoying my time here! Why do I have to log off?"
Jiang Xueming "It's not that I want to log off. I don't mean to rush you. I want to log off."
"Do you want to leave the Elysian Space?" The passerby woke up from the module shortly. It seemed that there was something wrong with his brain, and he finally understood what Jiang Xueming meant.
Jiang Xueming "Yes, yes, yes"
"You guys should have said it earlier!" the passerby curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "Why are you wasting my time? Give me 800 yuan and I will teach you."
Jiang Xueming was surprised and said, "Eight or eight hundred?"
"That's right." A passerby clasped his hands and said arrogantly, "I'm very busy, busy making money, busy spending money, and I have so little time. The lifespan of the Riemannian thinking model is only eight years! It's hard to talk to you.
Counting time, it’s now gone up to 822 yuan! Just tell me whether you want to give it or not?”
"I don't have any money," Jiang Xueming muttered, pointing to the shop casually, "How about I go get some now?"
A passer-by said, "Get some?"
Jiang Xueming "Just go through their electronic counters, or digital banks or something like that."
"Hahahahaha!" The passerby laughed heartily. "You are so weird! Do you mean you want to rob the store in Community Zero?"
Jiang Xueming "What else?"
"Hahahahaha!" The passerby laughed so hard that he almost lost his breath. "Your joke must be valuable! It sounds like an outsider who doesn't understand anything came to the Elysium! There is a bug in your thinking model.
Didn't you? Didn't it or the Fool tell you how to survive here?"
Jiang Xueming vowed, "I just want to log out, log out, and get out of here."
"That's it." The passer-by said, and finally stretched out his hand, "I don't know where you are, uncle, but I'm very happy! Let's do this! Stretch out your right hand and I'll teach you!"
[part·send to dad]
Jiang Xueming stretched out his arm——
——When the little brother saw the transparent and colorless ven core, he immediately shouted in surprise.
"Why does your ven core have no color?"
Jiang Xueming has seen many typical people's veins. The core of ordinary people's veins is the same as the executioners on night patrol, which is black pyroxene.
He speculated that this phenomenon was related to the characteristics of pyroxene. In the underground world, especially near volcanoes, large glass such as obsidian is particularly abundant. Moreover, the characteristics of black stone are to absorb negative emotions and knowledge. Using black stone to create ven mechanisms can enable Shinto
The people in the city have always maintained a happy and healthy attitude, and are full of curiosity about all kinds of advertising.
Things like the ven cores of Hayabusa and Risen are different. They are violent mechanisms, and the color of the stone is different from ordinary people.
When he saw this corundum, the passerby was obviously startled, and his tone became more respectful.
A ven mechanism that can have colors other than black stone must be a new human model officially manufactured by Shinto City.
"Gently touch your ven."
Jiang Xueming followed suit and tapped the venom mechanism with the finger of his left arm to wake up the display field.
Passer-by: "Can you see a lot of page information?"
There is nothing in the HUD interface. Except for a few large pages preset by Ven, Jiang Xueming can't see anything. The pages are all blank, just like the advertising spaces reserved by Ven for various products - he is like a person who is not connected to the Internet.
Savage, opened a blank page.
Although this was the case, Xueming still chose to conceal the matter. He was not connected to the network of Elysium, but the electronic program could not have a wake-up function.
This is just like an app that can be disconnected from the Internet, but cannot have a close option. What he is looking for now is [close] or [offline].
The passerby pointed at Jiang Xueming and moved his finger to the lower right corner.
"There is a wake-up service here. Although I don't know where you are from, uncle, what do you want to do and stay in the blissful space?"
Jiang Xueming "I don't fit in here, it makes me feel strange."
The passer-by is talking like a chicken to a duck and doesn't understand what Xueming is talking about.
"Your Riemannian thinking model must be burned out! Hey! Uncle! Remember to buy memory preservation insurance next time!"
Jiang Xueming found the wake-up button and decided to ask a few more questions. Maybe the information could be left in the log, so he didn't rush back.
"You just said that you can only live eight years? Why?"
A passerby: "Because I am a Riemannian thinking model!"
Jiang Xueming "What do you call sir?"
"Thunderbolt Stranger! ~ Hehe!" the passerby shouted in a lively manner.
Jiang Xueming "I didn't ask you for your online name"
So the passerby said seriously, "My name is Kanjuro Uzami, and I am the seventh generation Riemannian thinking model."
"Seventh generation?" Jiang Xueming didn't understand this thing, "Does it mean you have died seven times?"
"The real me is dead and gone, uncle." Kanjuro patiently explained, "It seems you really don't understand anything! Just like a baby."
"Decades ago, there was a person like Uzami Kanjuro. He used the Venn mechanism to create his own electronic brain - I am this electronic brain. Oh, I can't say that I am completely dead. It's like dead, and
Not completely dead."
"Electronic brains also have a lifespan. The lifespan of the Riemannian thinking model is eight years, and then the data must be cleared and re-learned."
"Sometimes I can't tell whether I am a Homo sapiens or a Riemannian thinking model. After all, after all the flesh and blood components of the brain are replaced, I have to re-learn and experience the previous life, which may cause personality splitting."
"Then I figured it out. I should buy memory insurance in advance every few years, or simply delete all the data, change my name, and change my code name. Now I am the Thunderbolt Stranger. Before, I could have been the Red Hero, but earlier.
You’ll become a Sunboy in no time!”
"Anyway, no one knows anyone, so who cares about what happens in the Elysium? Who will remember other people's real names? Only we remember our own names, and that's enough, uncle."
Jiang Xueming "In the earliest days, do you remember who you were?"
Kanjuro was stunned for a moment, then said: "
I am Kanjuro!"
Jiang Xueming covered his face. It was really difficult to communicate with these cyborgs.
"I mean what did you do before? What kind of job? Your family and friends? And other things?"
Kanjuro's mouth opened slightly and he didn't speak for a long time.
His pores enlarged again, which was a sign of not focusing on anything and losing concentration. Normal humans cannot do this on their own initiative. Only when black vision occurs, death is imminent, and the eyes lose blood and become blind, the pores will enlarge.
.
"Isn't it convenient?" Jiang Xueming reached for the wake-up button and prepared to leave. "I'm sorry, Kanjuro. I wasted so much of your time."
"No"
Kanjuro's expression became depressed, and he grabbed Xueming's arm.
"Do you have time, uncle? I want to tell you a story about a person. He is a good friend of mine."
Jiang Xueming "Want to hear the details."
Kanjuro let go of Xueming's hand and sat down leaning against the street lamp.
"He used to work in a newspaper and earn money by writing biographies of celebrities. His job was quite stable. His family also liked this guy. He has a sister who is twelve years older than him, and he has a good relationship with her."
He told Xueming stories in a eloquent manner.
"He worked all the way to Yanxi. At that time, Guandong City was not called Little Guandong, and before the earthquake - he liked to ride his bicycle back and forth around the coastal road. He was a very energetic guy."
"Every Thursday after get off work, he would run to the logistics center six kilometers away and bring home two watermelons. This way he could buy them much cheaper. If there were no more watermelons, he would use the money to buy the watermelons and bring some bananas and pineapples to his home. People like to eat these.”
"He has always felt that he is a writer, even if he is writing biographies for others, he is writing other people's stories. One day, he must become a person like Lu Xun, who must use a pen as a sword."
"But he suddenly disappeared one day."
Kanjuro looked up at Xueming——
——The eyes are full of confusion.
"Uncle, after the fifty-one pillars are completed, I can't find him."
"Not only him, but also his parents and elders, and his sister who is twelve years older than him, can't be found."
"It seems like everyone has their own community and their own life."
"I often read his books, and we had a very good relationship."
"Later on, there were so many stories and so many books to read, all written by artificial intelligence. I just felt that life was too short to accommodate this friend or his works."
"Although we haven't met each other, he occasionally sends me works. I will read them at first, but sometimes I am busy."
"I'm so busy making money, so busy spending money, that I don't even have time to breathe. I'm so busy that I don't even have enough time to sleep."
"Until one day, I found that my personal mailbox was full of books. I opened all the story collections and accidentally saw the barcode at the end of the page."
"That's when I realized that this guy also used the Riemannian thinking model to write stories. It turned out that he had no longer planned to be a homo sapiens writer and wanted to become an electronic creator."
"I glanced at his reading list and felt that it was not to my taste, so I threw them away as garbage. After all, hundreds of different stories can be produced in a day - the only thing with identifying characteristics is his name.
and writing style.”
"I feel like everything is starting to become strange, uncle."
"The last time I went to visit him, I turned off the communication and ran to his small community."
"Bring a gift and come to the door grandly."
"The moment the visit was successful and I saw that familiar two-story bungalow, I knew it."
Kanjuro's voice became smaller and smaller, almost inaudible.
"I just realized that this guy is actually me."
"I can't tell him from me, and I don't know who is who."
"This place is both lonely and lively, cold and warm"
"Uncle, you told me something like this today, and I just realized it."
Kanjuro twisted his eyebrows and muttered softly.
"Why don't I log off? Why am I alive here?"
"Am I waiting for something?"
"Is that guy really me?"
"If you read it as a story, it would be a boring thing compared to the experience in the blissful space."
"What do I want to do? What do I need?"
"What can I do now?"
Jiang Xueming hesitated to speak, and finally took two steps back——
——Because he saw that Kanjuro had already made his choice.
This soul lost in the blissful space once again glimpsed the empty storefront——
——The little brother has unique taste, which is a little different from other ordinary people in Paradise Space. There is no need to queue up. It is not a popular product. You can buy the next software module immediately and go to the next meeting.
His finger gently touched the [Wake] button, but Xueming's eyes were locked on Kanjuro.
The little brother's soul left his body again, and his consciousness went to a distant place.
But Xueming no longer has time to care about others——
——The next second after the [Wake] button was executed, he did not wake up, and the scenery in the VR space changed dramatically.
Raging fires were ignited everywhere, burning the sky and the earth in Guandong City.
The landscape finally turned into a cage full of iron and rust, like the alarm trap left behind by Falcon. Not only did Xueming fail to wake up, he was even sent to another place by this button.
In the darkness, deep and gloomy words came from very far away, that was the voice of the Fool.
The artificial intelligence auditor marveled that the content was basically the same as the previous behavior of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult's leading party to the good brothers.
"I can't believe what on earth Hayashiki brought me."