Strictly speaking, the inside of the previous blue house was just a 'local area network' developed by a lark, or a network disk formed by borrowing the excess computing power of the network.
At this time, when the wall is opened, it is equivalent to being connected to the cyberspace outside the black wall. The whole displayed at this time is the real cyberspace, a universe that exists in the universe built by bits and bytes.
Infinite world.
It's just that it's different from the worlds Su Ming came into contact with in the past. Everything here is woven from light and shadow, data and electrons. Most of the worlds he saw before were made of 'matter'.
Universal things, it seems, only 'story'?
Walking on the path floating in mid-air, Su Ming is feeling and thinking. This is the process of understanding the world as a human being. He is trying to find inspiration for his tasks from different types of worlds.
Is this probably what the old saying goes like by analogy?
Of course, cyberspace cannot be regarded as a complete world or universe. There are too many concepts missing here. For example, in this boundless virtual world, there is no fixed horizon, and there is no real up and down direction, 'space'
First of all, it is incomplete, its essence is a string.
In addition, 'time', as a subjective concept of living things, is not complete here, because all feelings are converted into electronic signals, which are integrated with the essence of this space. The speed of time passing is definitely
It will vary from person to person.
This is why the adjutant let him enter here physically, because this way he can maintain his correct sensory abilities and not be assimilated by cyberspace.
The walls that have been peeled away layer by layer are restrictions on the flow of information, and are the embodiment of coding and permissions. They are now displayed as transparent or translucent barriers, sometimes as flowing digital waterfalls, sometimes as beating light and shadow grids.
It is both a barrier and a protection, protecting data from being seen or tampered with by unauthorized visitors.
Looking down at the abyss below, walking in this majestic landscape composed of data, visually presents an unpredictable picture.
In some places, it is like the twinkling galaxies in the night sky. Each data packet is a star. They are arranged according to some mysterious rules, forming a complex network constellation. In other places, the information flow is like an electronic ocean.
The waves are turbulent, and electronics and codes are like creatures in the sea. Some form coral reefs of data, while others shuttle through the current of information like schools of fish.
The environment above and below our feet is ever-changing. There is no sun or moon here. There are only light sources shaped by algorithms. They change the intensity of the light according to the traffic and activity intensity of the network. Under the light source, the shadow is no longer black, but made of
It is composed of flowing red codes. They roll on the virtual ground, spread, and disappear without a trace in an instant.
In the distance behind the wall, Su Ming felt through the darkness that there seemed to be a central node there, which was like the heart of cyberspace.
The flow of data there is the most intensive, forming a huge ball of light, which is dazzling. This ball of light is constantly expanding and contracting, as if it is breathing, and it controls the vitality of the entire online world.
Whenever it expands, new data is continuously born; whenever it contracts, useless information is cleared to maintain the stability of the entire system.
Is this thing actually alive?
As you walk, the walls on the roadside look like flower petals opening. These walls are unusually designed. They are not simple obstacles, but works of art.
Their surfaces are covered with a variety of dynamic patterns, ranging from classical geometric figures to futuristic abstract designs. These patterns are not just visual pleasure, they are actually complex codes that hide access to deeper cyberspace.
secret.
Whenever someone tries to touch these walls, they begin to change, the patterns begin to rotate, and the colors begin to flow, as if to test the identity of the person who touches them.
Only when the correct code is entered, these walls will quietly disappear, as if they never existed, opening a door to a new world for visitors.
But these are all the tasks of a lark, Su Ming only cares about sightseeing and traveling.
Speaking of which, the last time I saw something similar was in the Necron Pyramid in the Warhammer universe. Different worlds still have similar feelings.
But not all walls are so easy to open. Soon the three of them came to the thickest wall among them, which was the black wall.
It is extremely tall, spreading to the sky, with no edge visible at all, giving people the impression of being indestructible, with red warning codes flowing on its surface. Its existence is a taboo in cyberspace, representing the power of human collective wisdom, protecting a certain
kind of data that should not be touched.
"Be careful. Although the black wall looks like a wall, it is actually more like a 'honeypot box' used to capture viruses. Once you enter it, be sure not to touch anything inside."
The figure of the lark reached out and pulled the death knell. She was shocked when she saw the man with his head covered and crawling into the door on the wall. There were some things that she had to explain clearly first.
Blackwalls are no joke. No matter how smart a hacker is, once he triggers this most powerful firewall in history, his brain will be burned out in minutes, and he cannot be saved.
Just like a moth crawling into an oil lamp, it will be scorched sooner or later.
That is to say, she is a very talented lark and is very brave. Not only can she come by herself, she also dares to bring others with her.
"Don't worry, I'm still here, I'll make sure you're fine." Ott stood on the left side of the death knell. She now spoke with warmth, no longer a rigid mechanical voice, but with emotion: "Beyond the Black Wall
It's chaos, but there are some rules in the chaos, and I've learned from experience."
"Haha, that's good. It seems I made the right choice by hiring you two as our tour guides."
Su Ming nodded happily towards the two women. He looked at the digital torrent that was constantly flowing in front of him, watching the black wall ripple like calm water, peeling off layer by layer, revealing more light:
"Don't worry, I won't be killed by a bunch of data so easily. Even if my brain is burned, wouldn't it be nice if another one grows out?"
As a person with the ability to heal himself, is it a big deal if his head falls off? It's just a trivial matter.
"Okay, then I'll open the door." Lark raised his hand, stretched out a finger, and tapped lightly on the extremely thick black wall. Then the light suddenly exploded, and a large amount of red light was like a tide.
Generally, it was rushing towards several people, but it seemed to be restrained by something, and stopped in front of it.
Su Ming felt it for a while, and then entered it, as if walking into a waterfall:
"Well, I seem to have found some inspiration, but I'd better go and have a look near the beating heart. What is that thing? The embodiment of electronic consciousness in cyberspace? Or can it itself be recognized by humans?"