At this time, Menes had abdicated the throne and left government affairs to his descendants. He himself was obsessed with the research of immortality. Despite this, the appearance of the first pharaoh Menes did not actually age much.
"Not enough," he said to himself.
"No matter how we try to extend the life of the body, or even replace the aging body to achieve physical immortality, it is still not enough."
"This will only lead to the old path of the ancient gods and humans. Countless rebirths and countless body changes, but in the end they cannot escape [the decay of the soul], and they can never escape the fate of death."
Menis turned around from his original position of leaning on the table and looked at Bedivere standing there---but he was actually looking at something else.
"I have a bold idea, but I don't know if it will succeed. I will record all this. If anyone can see it in the future, just continue along the track I have taken."
So what he was looking at should be some kind of recorder, the instrument that recorded the holographic scene that now appeared in front of Bedivere.
"No matter how much the body is repaired, replaced, or kept immortal, it is meaningless. The most important thing that makes a person human is the [light soul] in the body, and the part of the [light soul] that controls [consciousness] has its own lifespan. Then
Is the lifespan a thousand years? Ten thousand years? Hundreds of millions of years? No one knows. But the [consciousness] in [Light Soul] is definitely something that will decay. This has been proved by the demise of ancient people."
"Probably, when the consciousness decays completely, the same catastrophe of "soul decay" as that of the gods and humans will occur. Living people who are obviously not sick will fall down for no reason and never wake up. It's not like that.
There is something wrong with [the body], but the [soul] in the body has been exhausted."
Menes took something out of his breast pocket and played with it in his hands.
"If you want [Light Soul] to stop its decline, there are at least two methods available.
One is to seal the mind and put the owner of the light soul into a complete sleep. As long as even thinking is frozen and there is no thinking process, then the light soul will never decay and can be preserved for as long as it takes."
Menis lit something that seemed to be tobacco and began to smoke: "However, even thinking stopped, that is not [living] at all, it is just a means of eking out a living. That is not the same as the [eternal life] I pursue."
] Very different."
"So... what we can pursue is another method." He breathed a long sigh of relief and puffed out:
"Use new [light souls] to repair the declining old light souls. ------Use other people's souls to continue your own."
Bedivere gasped. What an evil idea that was!
"But it's not easy to do this." Menis took another puff of cigarette: "Stealing other people's light souls is equivalent to merging other people's consciousness with your own consciousness. Who will occupy the dominant position after the merger?
It’s impossible to measure. And after the merger, will I still be me? How do people maintain their [true self]?”
Bedivere blinked. The topic suddenly turned philosophical.
"I have been thinking about this question recently. Who am I? Where do I come from and where do I go? How can I ensure that I am still the same person I am now?
My brain cells are constantly being replaced, and about every twenty years a batch is completely replaced. So, are the [me] of twenty years ago and the [me] of now the same [me]?
Not to mention my physical body. Even things like [light soul] maintain themselves by constantly absorbing photons in the environment. It changes every fifty years, and the photons that make up my light soul change every fifty years.
One year ago and fifty years later, we are two completely different people. So, after the photons in the light soul have completely changed me, am I still the same me fifty years ago?
I sleep every day. No matter how busy I am with research, I will always find a way to take a nap and keep my mind clear. But my consciousness will be interrupted after I fall into a deep sleep. What is the difference between my consciousness before going to sleep and my consciousness after waking up?
Is it the same consciousness again?
How should people maintain their [true self]? Does it rely on [consciousness] or [memory]?
If [consciousness] is something that can be constantly replaced, it is just a process of some kind of quantum calculation, and it is not important to [the true self]------then, is [memory] the key point?"
Menis put the cigarette butt into the ashtray nearby and stubbed it out.
"I have completely mastered the technology of transplanting memories ten years ago. Now I can perfectly copy and transplant my own memories to others.
So, if I completely transplant my memory into a blank body with no memory, is this guy who inherits my memory the real me, or is he a counterfeit of me?"
His eyes gradually became confused.
"In these years, I know more and more, and I can do more and more things. However, the more I know, the less I know what to do. What is [eternal life] I am pursuing? I
Is the pursuit of [eternal life] really meaningful?”
His eyes were staring blankly at Bedivere. No, he should be looking at the device that was recording this video. There was infinite paranoia in those bloodshot eyes.
"Tell me, Prophet Husky. What should I do?"
Hearing the name Husky, Bedivere suddenly stiffened. Could this be a coincidence?!
"I'm sorry, I can't say anything." However, it was no coincidence. In a place where the werewolf youth could not see, in the blind spot of the field of vision that could not be recorded by the holographic image, a voice was recorded, and he answered the Pharaoh:
"This is a puzzle that only belongs to you, a puzzle of your life. You should find the answer yourself, not me telling you."
(Husky...!)
"Indeed." Menis turned his head and sighed: "Despite this, I still ------"
The recording stopped abruptly. The surrounding scenery changed back to the cold concrete corridor.
"Oh, Husky..." Even Bedivere didn't expect that his son who could time travel would actually go to that era and even get to know the Pharaoh King Menes.
Are all these connected?
Bedivere couldn't wait to move forward, triggering another holographic effect.
This time the research institute was even more dilapidated and simplified. All kinds of research equipment had been removed, and there were fewer books around. On the contrary, there were more materials handwritten by Menes.
"It is said that the ancient race of gods and humans was divided into two factions before their demise, and one of them had made an agreement with the ancient gods in the abyss." A voice said, but it was obviously not the voice of Menes, because Menes was sitting at the table seriously.
Listening.
"As you guessed, the radicals in the ancient god-human tribe - that is, the hawks - want to sacrifice humans." The voice continued, but Bediwell could not recognize the origin of the voice no matter what.
The master, maybe he didn't know this person from the beginning: "By sacrificing a billion humans to the abyss, the ancient gods will use secret methods to repair the light souls of the hawks. In this way, they will have a way to live for tens of thousands more years.
Temporarily stay away from the influence of [soul decay]."
"Only temporarily?" Menis couldn't help but ask.
"The light soul will still continue to decay. No one can defy this." The voice replied, but immediately changed his words: "No. Not necessarily. I have seen a guy who calls himself [Light Spirit]. His light soul will continue to decay."
The soul never decays. That guy is integrated with nature and is the restraining force of [the world]. Because [the world] is protecting him and constantly repairing his light soul, that guy can be said to be immortal in the true sense.
.
But this [eternal life] comes at a price. If you have [eternal life], you must become the [Guardian of the World]. If you don't do things well, you will lose the qualification for this eternal life... Just give up on this.
Well, there are very few people who can become [Guardians of the World], and [the world] chooses you, not you choose [the world]. Everything is uncontrollable."
Menis's eyes were a little darker. At this time, he already looked completely middle-aged.
"The [Doves] opposite to the [Hawks] are the moderate ancient gods. They believe that humans should not be their life-extending sacrifices and have been fighting against the Hawks." The mysterious voice continued: "In ancient times
The God-Human Race has been destroyed, not only because of the decay of souls, but also because of human rebellion. The number of ancient God-Human Race remaining in this world is so small and their power has been so severely depleted that they are no longer enough to affect this era.
Human beings, as the creations of the ancient gods and humans, should inherit the legacy of the ancient gods and humans, thrive on the earth, and become increasingly prosperous.
Doves believe that human beings are their heritage, their descendants, and their inheritance. It doesn’t matter even if they die, as long as human beings can survive well, their will will never be extinguished."
"Always think it's great?" Menis took another puff of cigarette and said with a smile: "It's like an old parent who is about to die and feels comforted by watching his children grow up."
"Probably." The mysterious voice replied: "They have their philosophy. A race that deeply feels that its end is coming and is unable to recover, but still wants to give hope to the next generation, is their own unique philosophy.
Choose the path you want to take. No matter which path is wisdom or stupidity, we outsiders have no right to intervene."
"Indeed," Menes replied.
"The key is not whether their actions are reasonable, but what we can get from them and what we can use to protect them." The mysterious voice continued: "The population on the earth has exceeded one billion. The hawk's
The next harvest is expected to come soon."
"I know." Menis walked to the window and opened the curtains. The originally dark laboratory was suddenly shrouded in light. It turned out that this was not underground, but a high-rise tower. And through this
From the window, one could see a young pharaoh reading something in the square in the distance, amidst the cheers of celebrations.
"Is that...your grandson?" the mysterious voice asked.
"Great grandson." Menis replied: "Time is really an interesting thing. As long as you immerse yourself in study, you won't even feel the years passing by. And time is very cruel. It always uses its invisible hands to keep people alive.
Wipe clean all traces of it.
Just like I can’t remember the heaviness I felt when I picked up my grandson, my great-grandson probably can’t remember my appearance either.”
"His Majesty......"
"Despite this, my blood does still flow in that child's body, and he is my relative. What I step on is also my land, and there are tens of millions of my people on it." This ancient man
The Pharaoh hummed and said: "Someone wants to harm my relatives and people, of course I can't just sit back and ignore it. ------After all, what are you going to do next, Bediville?"
The moment he turned to look at Bedivere, the recording stopped abruptly.