Chapter 91
The world of data has no color and no concept of space. What is here is pure data and order.
The moment Kumar's 'soul' left his body and entered it, part of the data had a vivid concept.
Zhang Cishun chased after the traces he left, the two sides collided, part of the data was annihilated, and part of the data collapsed, colliding around in this space.
When the messy data formed a storm, both Kumar and Zhang Cishun stopped.
They stood in the eye of the storm, and around them were countless messy 0s, 1s, and A, T, C, and G.
Data constitutes the 'body' of the two people. Zhang Cishun cannot see Kumar's expression because the data has no expression.
"If I were you, I wouldn't chase me anymore. You can't kill me in a short time, but over time, you will die, but I may not die." Kumar's voice echoed in this space full of data. Inside, the sound was as if it were in an empty house.
Zhang Cishun looked at him, then glanced past him, looking towards the hidden exit behind the storm. That's where the backup copy of Kumar's blueprint plan is located.
"You don't seem to be panicking." Zhang Cishun raised his hand, and his will controlled the data to spread instantly.
The huge will actually stopped the chaotic storm in an instant.
Countless characters were frozen in the air, and then began to change rapidly under Zhang Cishun's thoughts.
In this colorless space, suddenly, a little color appeared.
At first, it was green, and the wilderness grassland spread in all directions with Zhang Cishun as the center. Then came the clear blue sky.
sun.
moon!
A huge celestial body hung high in the sky, hanging high behind the two of them.
"Useless." Kuma sneered. His body's data gradually disappeared between flashes, and then his body appeared.
But although he said it was useless, Kumar's eyes showed some seriousness. He doesn't understand... why? Zhang Cishun's control of this data space seems to be more than an order of magnitude more powerful than when he fought here before.
"Because he abandoned his physical body." Zhang Cishun answered suddenly.
It seemed as if he had seen through what Kumar was thinking.
"Humans are not doomsday beasts, nor are they mechanically intelligent. The body has become a shackle that restricts the development of abilities." Zhang Cishun said.
His expression was indifferent, and his whole body suddenly flew up.
Rumble-
the earth began to boil, and the sound of riots came from the depths. What emerged next was the broken ground and the rapidly rising mountain pass.
A volcano rises from the ground like this.
The hot magma boiled in the volcano, and the thick smoke turned into shackles, tightly binding Kumar's body to the mountain pass.
Kumar smiled. Although his body could not move, it did not affect his ability to speak.
"The flashy things, everything in this space is essentially a collision between you and me. No matter what form you use to show it, there is no way to change its essence." "No, you are the one who is wasting away
. , not me." Zhang Cishun said: "That's right, you have never really possessed "mechanical intelligence", let alone understood its power. "
Zhang Cishun's voice fell, and then the volcano began to riot, and hot magma spewed out, drowning Kumar's body in an instant. Does
consciousness, memory, or soul feel pain?
Zhang Cishun didn't before. I know, but now Kumar gave him the answer.
Yes.
The cry of pain filled the wilderness, but Kumar did not die in an instant. After all, the volcano in front of him was just a 'mimicry' by Zhang Cishun, and it did not really exist.
In this world, there are rules of this world. Kumar is right about one thing. The essence of all attacks in this space is to kill. To put it simply, I am composed of one million data, and he is composed of 900,000 . composition, then if I want to destroy it, I need to use 900,000 of my million to offset his 900,000.
I win, he disappears, and I am left with 100,000.
It is so pure.
The only thing Kumar said The wrong thing is that under this rule, "mechanical intelligence" is excluded.
Magma erupted, and the hot air and magma passed over Kumar's body, immersing him.
His body cracked, shattered, and peeled away.
It turned into a point of light and floated upward.
Zhang Cishun's eyes moved with the movement of those light spots, and finally retracted as they disappeared.
Memories began to appear in Zhang Cishun's mind.
——In
the pure white laboratory, Zhang Cishun stood quietly. In front of him was a body floating in the culture chamber.
The body bears a resemblance to Kumar, but appears younger.
He closed his eyes and breathed steadily.
The display data on the surrounding instruments are all normal.
Zhang Cishun turned his gaze sideways and finally landed on the metal sign.
"Experimental subject: 4404."
"The current data of the experimental subject are all normal. We can temporarily confirm that Sora and Bai's power is effective. As for whether there will be abnormalities in the future, there is no way to evaluate it for the time being. We need time to detect it. "
The illusory voice came from behind, at first from far away, but soon it got closer and became clearer.
Zhang Cishun turned around, but before he could see the face of the newcomer clearly, he felt that his body had been 'passed through'.
He was like an invisible shadow, and even as he 'passed through', his body began to ripple like water waves.
'It's Kumar. Zhang
Cishun could clearly see the face of one of the two people coming, but the other was a complete stranger.
What he said before was what he said.
"Is he...conscious now?" Kumar asked.
The researcher shook his head: "No, his brain activity level has been restricted by us. If you want, you can wake him up now, but I don't recommend it. Because this will make him have a 'self', which will be harmful to you." Subsequent transfers will have an impact."
"Wake it up, it's not just an experimental subject." Kumar said.
"..." The researcher paused, and finally nodded: "Okay."
Zhang Cishun watched him go through the activation procedures, and watched the brains of the clones in the culture chamber become active as some of the instruments were turned off. , until after a certain peak, 'he' opened his eyes.
Pure, childlike eyes. Kumar's figure was reflected clearly.
The two looked at each other until Kumar spoke first:
"My name is Kumar."
"Kakuma, your name."
Zhang Cishun watched this scene silently: "So, this is the first time he and the original body met?"
But soon, Zhang Cishun frowned. Because...if this is the first time the two met, it means that this is a memory fragment from at least two and a half centuries ago. The problem is, memories fade over time and are forgotten.
Zhang Cishun was thinking, but before he could think clearly about the problem, the fragment in front of him began to break, and a new picture was formed in an instant.
Mountain cliffs, sunsets, and burning clouds. Kumar was sitting in the wheelchair, and Kakumar was standing beside him, both of them looking at the sunset.
There was no communication, but everything seemed to be tacitly understood.
Until half way through sunset, the sun no longer scorches the eyes, and the entire sun turns deep red, as if it will be extinguished in the next moment.
"You..." Gakuma seemed to want to say something.
But before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Kumar, who seemed to know what he wanted to say.
Zhang Cishun noticed that his eyes were a little blurry.
He suddenly smiled, smiled, and sighed: "I am not unwilling, but this ending is not worthy of me who knew that I couldn't do it." "We have always made
one thing wrong, technology The revolution is about people."
Kumar's voice seemed distant, and the moment the voice fell, I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the sun also set.
Night fell and the stars began to twinkle. The starry sky is beautiful, as if they are very close at hand.
Zhang Cishun also looked away from the sunset and fell on Kumar. His breathing has become extremely weak, and the candle of his life has come to an end, and may be extinguished in the next moment, or the next moment.
"I'll take you there..." Gakuma pushed the wheelchair, but was stopped by the person in the wheelchair.
"No, no need. This... is already very good. I'm contented to have reached this point in my life. You should live as you, not as me." Kumar raised his hand and pointed at the stars. A certain direction:
"Maybe it's here, maybe it's there? It's been so long that I can't even remember it. That's where the last human fleet set off, and it's also where they return. Before that, The task left to you is to live."
"Live by any means necessary."
Kumar's eyes were cloudy and dim, the last glimmer of light, the last trace of... guilt.
"I am a deserter."
The candle of life was extinguished.
The two people under the starry sky were silent for a long time before Kakuma bent down and gently closed Kuma's eyes with his hands. Then, he took off his ID tag and wore it on his chest.
The starry sky disappeared.
The cliff disappeared.
Only then did Zhang Cishun notice that this was a projected image. What was left after the image disappeared was the scene inside the Fireship.
"I remember that day. It rained heavily that day. At his funeral, I was the only clone who was sad." The voice sounded, but it was not the Gakuma in front of him.
Zhang Cishun turned his head slightly, and his eyes fell on the person who suddenly appeared and was in exactly the same state as himself.
Kumar.
Or rather, Gakuma.
He didn't look at himself, but at the other him, with a complicated look in his eyes.
"Do you still remember?"
"A little bit." He said: "The erasure of memory is also in different levels. The deeper the memory, the stronger it is. But in fact, it is almost forgotten. Every time the body changes, I will feel like watching a movie. Yes, read through the previous memories, but in fact, I can’t remember it. The human body is really a very precise structure, and so is the brain.” When the
voice fell, the scene in front of me began to disappear, and what appeared next was a heavy rain, and a A funeral in the rain.
There are many people in this scene, all wearing black clothes, and at the front of this heavy procession is a virtual tombstone.
The image on the tombstone is that of Kumar. There is no date of birth or death, no biography, only his name and his photo.
"Look, this is the scene." He said, and then his eyes fell on 'himself' in the team.
"After this day, City No. 88 enters the Age of Immortality."
"That is your immortality, not the immortality of humans in City No. 88." Zhang Cishun said.
"There is no difference."
Gakuma said nonchalantly: "What this world needs is the longevity of leaders."
"Have you ever asked the leaders about their wishes?"
Gakuma smiled, then shook his head: "I don't care. I respect everyone, but I don't care about them. The meaning of my existence is to live by any means necessary, so that humans can live by any means." - The blood-stained knife hung on the ground, and drops of blood fell on the
ground
. .
Jing Shuo pushed open the last door and saw two bloody corpses.
One is Kumar,
the other...
no! Not dead yet.
Jing Shuo, who had released his core core ability, keenly captured the speed of Zhang Cishun's "corpse" that had not yet died.
He disappeared from the spot, and the next moment he appeared, he was in front of Zhang Cishun.
Zhang Cishun's breathing was almost gone, and his heartbeat was weak.
Only the silver halo in those eyes was extremely shining, brighter than every time in Jing Shuo's memory.
Jing Shuo raised the weapon in his hand and wiped the blade with his palm without hesitation.
The nanorobots in the body started to act at this moment, but Jing Shuo was faster. He put the cut on his palm against the wound on Zhang Cishun's body.
Breathing slightly rapid.
But soon, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The "Survey" core captured the 'speed' generated by the movement of the nanorobot, which was continuously transferring from his wound towards Zhang Cishun's body.
"It works," he muttered.
But soon, the wound on his palm healed, and he had to cut himself again to create the wound, and then transfer the nanorobot.
But Zhang Cishun's injuries were too serious.
"You can't save him like this." A voice sounded.
Jing Shuo raised his head and looked towards the place where the sound came from. It's a woman. A...not a strange woman.
I've seen her in videos before, she's the sister from the hot spring...
Her body is wet, it doesn't look like sweat, it's a bit sticky, like mucus. But it exudes a special fragrance.
"The body collapse caused by resonance is at the cellular level. Although I don't know why he is not dead now, I am sure that nanorobots cannot save him." Wen Yan's words were very firm.
Jing Shuo looked at her with squinted eyes. After a long while, he asked, "Do you have any idea?"
Wen Yan nodded, then pointed to where she came from.
Jing Shuo looked away, holding the weapon in one hand and picking up Zhang Cishun from the ground with the other hand.
During this process, he did not forget to fit the wound on his palm to the wound on Zhang Cishun's body.
"Lead the way."
(End of chapter)