Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 600 The Fisherman and the Goldfish
Weiss escaped from the blue room.

His well-trained body helps him a lot.While the two guards were still staring at the wall in bewilderment, he followed the warnings in the safety guide, withdrew from the suspected accident scene immediately, activated the emergency mode, and put the sixth convolution expansion analysis room Power and network cut off.He did all this out of habit, without thinking of anything in the process.His unhesitating determination and instinctive obedience to the rules made him the only survivor.

Is that right?Is this explanation reasonable?Wes asked himself frantically as he ran down the corridor.He did see it.Saw.Foo's body sat up from the dais, eyes dead, but body and tongue alive.The two guards also melted like the room, their bodies flowed with the blue light, blending into the sea of ​​colorful colors.They also died.This is an inference with a high probability of being true.But why is he all right?In the instant of terror, he ran from the nearest place to Foo to the door, but he was unharmed.Is that because of his timely response?Or, the person who created everything intentionally wanted to let him go?

In a few seconds, he had crossed the long corridor and rushed to the command room and the main console.He didn't forget to use the built-in chip to issue an early warning to the whole area-but he, he didn't know what kind of early warning this should be classified as.

He began to judge the series of images his eyes saw.Resurrection from the dead is an illusion.Without any technical support, without any steps and records, the damaged biological brain will never be repaired automatically.There were two conclusions: either Foo had already become another creature, or what he saw was a hallucination.

No, Foo is not fake.A medical examination is part of the procedure.If Foo was some kind of bionic machine, or some kind of alien brain made for raids, he could easily know that.And how to explain what happened after that?What made the analysis room like that?He couldn't even find the words to describe it.He didn't know what he saw.

He looks to the past for signs and answers.Some three hundred standard stellar years ago, when the Big Crunch hadn't reached the border and the future seemed uncertain, Weiss was talking about primitive religions and rituals with his best friend from school days.They bring up follies, such as the belief that life can be prolonged by drinking the blood of children, or that funerals lure the dead to live somewhere in the center of the universe.They all thought it was a very funny ghost story, somewhat ridiculous, but a good way to pass the time.

Those were simple wishes.Foo said.Some very intuitive associations.Just as one takes a glass of water or a candy from another person, one imagines that one can take away illusory notions—witness, happiness, or longevity.Of course, in fact that is already happening, but never through prayer or ritual, but through power.As an astronomer, it may be out of character to express such religious and political views, but that is indeed Foo's character.It was that kind of extreme that led him to a path Weiss didn't know about.He disappeared for a while, and Wes didn't know where he went.He heard again from Foo, who was working against the use of free patients for splitter trials.That had no chance of success, he argued, but could not produce valid evidence.And when the other side of the debate asked him what alternatives he had, his answer caused an uproar in the audience.Perhaps we should accept—and it is said to be from Foo's own lips—that we are not the final answer, but a trivial intermediary.Accept the new birth of the universe, then fight it out, or leave it alone.It's a moral thing to do, it's fair to them all, and it preserves the last glory.Without the glory of civilization, their lives would be worthless in the universe.

Sometimes Wes thinks back on that debate, and he's a little perplexed, deep down.That was a doomed debate.Foo was out, and even the Spiritualists didn't quite agree with him.These quarrels are meaningless, because it is absolutely impossible for people to actively rush to death.Weiss doesn't care about power and morality, it's just plain common sense.And sometimes extreme ideas make people deviate from common sense.

Has he not often been so judged?Conservative, traditional, inflexible, never understand the value of truth.A tool shaped purely by the morality of the past—so had said the woman who had disgusted him.But he wasn't offended by it.He is convinced that following order and rules will benefit most people.And the truth, whether it's Foo's, Bei's, or the woman's, is really a bigotry.In practice, "truth" is often useless.Instead, the hindrance it caused was clearly displayed before Wes's eyes, making him sad and terrified.But that should not be, so he never expressed it.Foo was indeed to be judged, and the Slicer plan was imperative.

Wes had run to the end of the corridor, as fast as he could.Not even the siren had sounded more than three times as he turned the corner, but he hit a man.The man wore the gray-blue uniform of a first-class officer, but it wasn't Bei.Weiss looked at each other clearly, those unique pink eyes from the central galaxy.He ran into the most incompatible person in the entire computing center.

"Did you press the alarm?" she asked bluntly. "What happened to Foo?"

Although Weiss was never close to her, he couldn't help but admire the computing center founder's sensibility.The alarm had just happened, and she didn't panic, and could grasp the situation with the fastest reaction.As a researcher who has never participated in military operations, Juul seems to have a certain talent for dealing with crisis situations.

Weiss briefly explained the bizarre scene that took place in the sixth convolution expansion analysis room.He was ready for questioning, but Juul said nothing.Instead, she began to trot, running towards the place where the accident happened.Wes reached out and grabbed her, preventing her exposure to unknown dangers.Jules looked back at him suddenly, a bright red light in his eyes.

"Don't you understand what's going on?" she asked aggressively. "What do you think you're seeing?"

"Back to life," Weiss said.He wanted to choose more measured words, but couldn't sum up the situation succinctly.

"Back from the dead! Totally wrong, Weiss. The answer couldn't have been clearer. If you observe anything that doesn't make sense, it just means the slicer is on! It's running! We have to make sure it's working On track!"

She snapped Wes's hand away.Such a trained professionalism that Wes didn't realize it in time until she was halfway down the hallway.He didn't know what she wanted to do, but he had to go after her.It was his job to keep researchers safe, and he wouldn't sit by and watch an innocent man commit suicide.

He went back to give chase.Juul's steps were impossibly quick.When he grabbed her shoulder again, they had already stood back at the door of the blue room.He tried to pull her back, which shouldn't have taken much effort, but Jules' fingers were already on the soundproof door.

They saw the door parting like vapor blown by the wind.In the depths of the room, the space seems to be infinitely expanded.They didn't see walls or floors, but a bottomless pit with a blue halo flowing.Everything is distorted hazyly.They didn't dare to look at the hazy details, as if they knew that there was some kind of deadly murderous intent hidden in it.

On this abyss sits the man who has risen from the dead.The dais beneath him was covered with hoarfrost, and the living dead hummed to himself as if drunk.A nameless terror made Wes back away.He didn't understand it all, but it wasn't just the unknown that frightened him.

Blue light surged behind the door like a sea wave.He heard Jules questioning in a high voice.She grabbed his collar in a frenzy, desperately asking a series of questions he couldn't understand.

"What did you say to him!" she almost screamed, "What was he thinking in his last moments before he was uploaded! Tell me! And you! You wish he didn't have to die, didn't you! It's your imagination Made it all!"

"I don't know." Weiss said in a panic.Inside he saw Foo smiling at them from the abyss.

"You idiot without self-control! Now the slicer has been activated, and we haven't had time to input calculation targets into it!" Zhu Er yelled wildly, but her gaze into the abyss was not full of fear, but full of eagerness and longing. "You're the only one who sees this, and you're the one who affects the target of the calculation. The Slicer even created a hallucination of a dead man for you! Tell me what you asked of it at the time! It's about us life and death!"

Wes was ready to answer in the middle of her shout.He had understood Jules, so he had to answer, he was obliged to answer.Although he painfully found that he did not know the answer.What was Foo thinking during the moment of his death?He seemed to think of countless things, and those didn't even count as requests—

Foo on the Abyss stood up.His stiff body turned in circles, like a strange classical dance step.He didn't look at them at all, but the voice seemed to ring in their ears.

"He was thinking," said Foo singingly, "how to stop the past? How to avoid death? How to create new life? How to make everyone happy?"

"Stop the calculation!" Zhu Er said, "Stop the self-starting! Shut down now! Stop all the scheduled startups, and use my voiceprint command as the restart condition. We need to reset all the calculation programs."

Her order came, and Foona's grotesque whirling dance came to an abrupt end.He sighed, a mocking smile on his face.

"No problem, master," he said, "but that's an extra wish. How to make eternity a slave?"

(End of this chapter)