Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 603 The Country of Agrabah

Countless ropes hung with red cloth.

No, those are all cables.

A vast desert.

No, it's just a small wasteland full of death atmosphere.

The altar was not a rock, but the control device she was looking for.But now they are all piled up neatly, like a high altar made up of several hexagonal platforms.Golden ball bells float on the six corners of the high altar.

Of course Bei recognized the golden bells.More than half of it was designed by her.A long time ago, when she explained the principle of the splitter at the publicity meeting, she used it to summarize the entire structure they were going to build: sixteen execution modules and sixteen output modules are its shell, and the real "singing It is its core that resounds the song of miracles.A structure that they cannot parse and understand at this stage.Relying on a neurosimulation of a dissociated patient, they were able to replicate it in another, longer-lasting, and also fully controllable form.

This is the first step, to have the core of the ball bell; the second step, a shell that can present its existence; and finally the third step, to put the core inside the shell.

That's the hardest step, and she's trying to get the public to understand it.It is now easy for them to take infinity out of the universe, and it is not impossible to provide it with adequate means of construction and operation.But getting them combined is unprecedented.It was like communicating with a patient with a dissociative disease.At a time when medicine has completely failed, they want to make it sing in another way.This becomes a classic puzzle: In the primitive age without stereo modeling technology, how did people fit the small ball inside the big ball?
Bei's head was filled with her own voice.Every word of her speeches at public announcements in the past was clear.And the golden ball bell on the wasteland is ringing.What a beautiful melody, so that the dead people covering the sky also sang in unison.They were all as thin as skin, their necks wrapped in cables and hooks, blowing in the wind.At first Bei thought they were still covered with red clothes, but soon she could see clearly.It was just a coat of paint, or reddish-brown water, like she'd come across while trudging down the channel.The fluid seeped deep into their bare skin.But it wasn't blood of any kind—she was almost sure.Even though she was standing on the altar, there was no smell of blood here, but a slightly choking aroma of burning wood.

She staggered towards the altar.The ringing of the golden ball bell reminded her of the promise she had made at the announcement.When the golden bells rang—as she did say—when the idea of ​​infinity, veiled by the laws of the universe, could one day be captured by the intellect of man, even the end of the world would seem trivial.This is the moment of glory, the moment of victory.The remnants of the undead cover the sky like dark clouds, singing eternal hymns.

Some of them were even familiar to Bei.Zeke and Wen are not only her friends, but also Wes's former clients.Their voyage of exploration ended early in the Convolutional Dilation Analysis Room, but that wasn't the last Bei saw them.She'd seen them in archived files during the huge scandal before Weiss took office.The wreckage was not properly disposed of as it should be, but was roughly discarded and insulted.Some rare organs were sold or collected.And those who should have been sent to a medical facility—in the early days, when the laws were far less stringent, uploads would have caused only mild to moderate injuries, yet the accident rate was high.

That was an inevitable sacrifice, says Wes's predecessor.Now the man is gone forever, through infidelity and other acts, and no one asks him where he has been or how many things he has done to the spiritualists.Wes had quietly taken over from him, and she hadn't had a moment's doubts about that at the time.Executing and managing prisoners is not her job, and even the nerve uploading of limited thinking, or according to Juul's theory, the nerve guidance simulation plan, is not her responsibility and concern.

She has completely withdrawn her gaze from the outside world and finite life, and is concentrating on the miracle at the core.Test and analyze the core host, and do whatever it takes to make it self-responsive, rather than trying to patch it together with piecemeal patches.That wouldn't work, she thought to herself.But she never expressed this view publicly.Although she is the nominal head of the Computing Center, it is because of her good relationship with other departments, her reputation and status in the academic circle, and the public's trust in her personality.She has never had any academic stains, and her life is equally innocent and simple.This allows computing centers to be unhindered on many programs.But that doesn't mean she can decide everything.She never wanted to interfere with other people's research projects, even if it was... that would be quite cruel.She stretched her arms and opened her arms to the dead in the sky.She is cold-blooded.When she put all her eyes on the new life that was not born, those people she knew in the past and who had been alive disappeared from her heart without a trace.

Truth must be sought.Said the voice in her heart.

The dead that covered the sky were all watching her.Their bodies are all flat as paper, floating on the cables with the wind, but their heads are three-dimensional and intact.From those calm eyes, she didn't feel the slightest hatred or jealousy.They have been sublimated in the infinite, and any misfortunes they have encountered as finite beings are insignificant.Now they were waiting for her to join the triumphant chorus, with hearts as infinite as that great being.She and they are part of the grand cradle, to which the golden bells sing.Yes, it's all totally worth it.She walked up to the altar with a swaying heart, intending to enter that eternal and endless kingdom.

Suddenly, something held her back.Bei struggled, but the force pulled her unquestionably, pulling her off the altar that was spilling over the Red River.

"Bei!" someone yelled at her, and then grabbed her struggling arms and dragged her backwards.Immediately afterwards, she smelled a thick and fresh smell of blood.The back of her neck was wet.It distracted her a little from her ecstasy, and turned her attention to this rude and impatient voice.She saw a tall, hulking male in the Council's gray uniform.But that wasn't Kimo, it was Wes.

Some dire danger had undoubtedly befell her faithful friend.A prominent circular scar, although not exposed to Bei's view itself, completely stained the uniform material on Wes' chest.Wes's face and neck were also covered in half-dried blood, but Bei didn't see the wound.

This scene surprised Bei.The song of the dead in the sky quickly dissipated from her mind, turning into a slight insect-like noise.

"Wes!" she yelled, "What happened to you?"

Weiss's face was bloodless, but his eyes were clear and alert.As he glanced quickly around the grotesquely glorious shrine, Bei noticed that the other two were there.She recognized Jules and Kimo.

"I ran into Kimo on the way to find you." Weiss said calmly, "Just now, I was supervising an upload, and then chaos happened. I think it's caused by the slicer..."

"Yes, Wes. We managed to get the Slicer activated!"

This sentence made Bei suddenly wake up.She remembered her purpose of coming here, so she hurriedly prepared to run to the altar.But Weiss held her wrist tightly, and that strength was not like that of a seriously injured person.

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

"Go cut off the power! That's the only way, Wes! We need to stop the Ripper quickly. This must be a miscalculation, and it will make these permanent facts..."

Bei tried to shake off the hand that Davis was holding on to.The altar has been covered by a steady stream of red river water, and she must find the last remaining equipment in the control room and shut them down or destroy them.She had to do this, otherwise all this chaos might develop in a more dangerous direction.Things were worse than she expected, and Weiss' injury was a proof.If she couldn't stop in time, maybe they would have to face more casualties, a number she couldn't imagine or bear.Do not.She didn't want to see such a thing.She was willing to risk her life to correct this mistake, but Wes still held her tightly.

"Bei," he called in his rough voice.There was something pleading in that heavy tone.Bei stopped struggling and looked back at him in surprise.The frenzied music in the sky also came to an abrupt end.The dead souls opened their mouths silently, staring at them with countless eyes.

"There's nothing we can do," Wes said succinctly. "Let's go, Be. Before it's too late."

What he said was completely incomprehensible to Bei.There was a strange certainty in that tone, as if he knew what was going on—Bei looked at Jules and Kimo, as if they didn't hear Wes's words, but looked at the dead souls in the sky.Those ball bells floating in the air caught Jimo's attention.He leaned over cautiously, the sonic cutter in his hand.

"I don't understand," she said incoherently. "Wes, we can't do nothing... Splitter, it's our last hope..."

"It's not our hope anymore, Bei," Weiss answered her in a strange tone. "We got one important thing wrong. The kingdom belongs to someone else now. What we can do Just get out as soon as possible and save what we can."

"What are you talking about, Wes? I need you to explain more clearly."

"I asked him for a deal."

"Who?"

Weiss moved his lips silently.He didn't reveal any names in the end, which made Bei's doubts even deeper.Weiss was likely influenced by those voices, as were her assistants.But the look he cast on her was sincere and sad.He said pleadingly, "We've made a lot of mistakes, Bei. Of all the things I've done, there's very little I've ever considered honorable. But when I face death, I think of you." .I look forward to your safety from the bottom of my heart more than my career and mission.”

Bei stared at him in amazement for a moment.

"No," she reflexively said, "sorry, Wes, no, not now. We... it's not worth discussing these things now. We have to be concerned about the survival of civilization as a whole..."

"No, you've misunderstood," Wes interrupted. "This isn't courtship, or asking for your approval. I respect you, and—yes, feel that way. But I know how you I would like to point out that, with all the respect I have for you, I would have helped you to accomplish this if there was any hope of doing it. But this is a trap... Your plan has failed from the start. I My respect to you vouches for it. We, I mean, our race, our civilization, are destined to be part of the past. But you alone, I don't want you to sink into this endless dream .I beg you to go with me. There are others who will go with us. I managed to save them. But it is you I am most worried about."

"But we might still have a chance, Wes. We're so close!"

"On the contrary." Weiss replied lightly.

"But why? Why are you so sure?"

"I've seen miracles, Bei. Not like what we're looking at, but something more...different. It's unreal, but it's also powerful. In a split second I understood everything. He offered me The reward is my death—I shall die in humiliation and betrayal, and be driven by him after that. But it will be worth it, if it buys you safety. I agree .I think that's the tip Foo gave me."

Bei fell silent.Wes's confused narrative convinced her that his mind had been damaged.The conclusion couldn't be more clear.But his eyes were full of despair and pain, making it hard for her to ignore the only ray of light left in them.last hope.

"Get out of here with me," he begged again, "and get out with me, to the fleeing ship. Then we can live in a quiet place. It may be hard, but I promise No longer will there be anything beyond our control, whether it be a crush or a wandering disease. We will live a peaceful post-apocalyptic life—leave this moribund kingdom to miracles to rule."




(End of this chapter)