Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 597 Don Quixote Said So
Foo was led out of the confinement area.His hands and feet are all in restraints, and no control chips have been implanted.A kind of special treatment, but not because of his special status.In the last moments, the committee was very stingy with all resources.He can't afford to turn a storm.Everyone knows this.Even Foo knew it, so the committee didn't bother.

Those in charge of escorting him walked on both sides of the transport vehicle.They all pretended to be relaxed, but Foo knew they were listening.Both of them had large ears, an organ characteristic unique to people born at the end of the year—that is, babies born after the big squeeze broke through the final safety boundary.

That is not a natural evolution, the family planning department will admit it or not.Before the borders of the Great Crunch came, the sound of the destruction of the stars had driven many into a state of insanity.They had to devise makeshift devices to solve the problem, but it became more complicated when it came to babysitting.There are no real technical issues, it's all about cost.

For Foo himself, his age happened to be a little earlier than the moment when the end of the world officially came, so he only used a simple external device.The device had been broken many times during his escape, and he had made very rough repairs, and now it was like a half hat of wire and synthetic cloth, which was draped over his long, gaunt head.

Under regulatory rules, the committee could have stripped the device.They didn't, because it was more beneficial to keep Foo's mind intact.Still, the technicians made the appropriate changes to the hat.It still shielded Foo from cosmic noise, but it also blocked out all sounds on safe frequencies.Even if the speaker was right next to him, the thug would know nothing.

But they could all hear his voice.His meaningless babbling, or his heartfelt confession.eternal.Sometimes they heard him say the word like a useless incantation.Spiral of eternity.Eternity tossed and turned.There is no road to the end.Cosmic dreams ebb and flow.The eternity that can be reached is not eternity.

Not every spiritualist is so unreasonable.Most people will have the opportunity to speak with an ethics committee after their arrest.Their rhetoric, whether childish, naive or arrogant, is at least sane.They are not free patients.Neither is Foo.The results of medical tests proved that he was of sound mind.Perhaps his long interrogation had deranged him, but as long as there was no organic disease, everything was acceptable.

They took the raving man to the sixth convolution expansion analysis room, which is usually called the "blue room" by the people in the computing center.An equipment room full of lights and perpetually dark.

This day has been decided a long time ago. Regarding the last spiritualist’s nerve upload and the destruction of the original substance, the time schedule has been accurate to the atomic second—although, the reliability of atomic activities is different from before the end of the world—the computing center and ethics The review committee is still doing its best to maintain order and regulation.It is their duty to do so, and for all that remain, maintaining the Last Order has become a vital support, proof that they are still on the right track, looking for a way to escape before the end, rather than pointlessly idling.They have to.Because that is the last wish of all people, or rather, the last wish of all people.From the standard of efficiency, it is both great and just.

The soundproof door opened layer by layer.Foo was sent in.The whole procedure was not complicated, they put him on the stage 47, fastened the restraint belt and the sensor.The flexible material quickly sank, enveloping him in a dark gray inner substance.The prisoner didn't resist, but stared at the sound wave analyzer above with his eyes open.

The blue graph on the analyzer is beating, changing and shrinking according to the display rules of the slicer.From the point of view of those who made it, these transformations represent the splitter's state of mind at this moment (if that thing has a mind at all).Graphically alone, it does look like it's alive, a mass of pumping organ silhouettes, a rolling eye, or swimming thin fins.

However, in fact, all of this is based on the imagination of the viewer.The Computing Center will occasionally display these analyzers to outside visitors to prove that their research progress is still under control.When necessary, they explain the mathematical, neurological or linguistic meaning of these graphical representations, but there is no evidence to support these interpretations.The law of the operation of the slicer has not yet been found. As one of the founders of the computing center often said, failure is a common occurrence in the exploration stage.

Foo blinked and finally noticed a figure standing on the elevated shelf next to the analyzer.A tall, strong and silent man, he is very big but not bloated, his cheeks protrude outwards, forming two rounded obtuse shadows, making people feel that he is somewhat dull and paranoid, but his eyes are like Bright as a light.

He stared at the man, who was staring at him.Beside the two people who were staring at each other, Zhu Er and Ji Xun were sitting on a chair each, watching the trial.They were the only two jurors in the room, yet the two in the story were oblivious to them.Yes, some recalled histories are aware of their own fiction, but that is a rare gift.

Ji Xun looked around the entire room.This was one of room 3050, but he didn't see that the owner of the house, Lula of the Endless City, happened to have the same name as the student of the immortal next to him.But of course that's a coincidence.Although the infinite cities of the end are innumerable, the initial names of the city dwellers are very monotonous.There is nothing surprising about the duplication of names.

"Wes," he heard Jules introduce, "I think you recognize him. But he was young then."

"I don't think aging is a major problem for you anymore."

"I mean temperament." Jules said, "You will see, Mr. Ji Xun. Weiss is a crucial part of the accident you want to know."

Ji Xun stopped talking.They watched Weiss descend slowly from the elevated platform and come to Foo's side.The rude and indifferent eyes of the ethics committee members swept from the top of the prisoner's head to his toes.He seemed to be waiting for Foo to speak first.

The person lying on the upload platform smiled at him.Looks frail and haggard, yet quite alert.

"I thought," he said thinly, "that there would be a more formal trial waiting for me."

Wes spoke.His voice matched his appearance perfectly, like a rolling stone and a mountain avalanche.

"No need to waste time," he said gruffly. "The committee has already decided. Your crime is no different from anyone else's."

"Then why are you here?" asked Foo, "every body you annihilated was sent off by you? Or was this a special favor you did to me? For our old friendship?"

"I'm here to get work done," Weiss said.

"As far as I know, wreckage disposal does not require human labor."

"Let me see if you have changed your mind."

Foo blinked weakly.There was a hint of curiosity on his face, but more of a self-deprecating antic.

"Change your mind," he followed up.

"You might still be able to help us," Weiss said. "Not in this way. If you're willing to give up those crazy ideas, the committee will let you do something."

"Does the committee think so? Or do you think so?"

Weiss frowned.

"I made a suggestion," he said.

"I'm touched," Foo said, "but, my brother, I don't have an idea. I've never been an idea--just an employee by the rules, or a believer, you name it. I can't Change the truth."

Wes had a look of boredom on his face.He said calmly and unquestionably, "The universe is just space-time, matter and energy, Foo. It's not a monster."

There was a helpless smile on the prisoner's face.

"I can't prove it," he said. "Yeah, I can't prove it. As much as I call it the truth, it's my own feeling. Maybe you're right, Wes, but even then I can't agree with you." How to do it. That's not important anymore. Live today, and die tomorrow. Right today, wrong tomorrow. I can't accept your invitation, Weiss. But if you still miss our past friendship, please come and have a look My weapon. My snake-hunting sword, my gun and ammunition. If anyone can see my exploits, I do hope it is you. I may it shine on you and bless you. I will So wish."

Weiss sullenly puzzled.He took Foo's hand at Foo's request.Strange things do happen.In the palm of the thoroughly searched prisoner, he felt a flat, smooth metal coin.A very old vintage coin.He turned it over and saw the number eight written on both sides.

　Happy Calvin appeared

　　
　
(End of this chapter)