Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 623 The Story of the Secret Cryer

To rephrase the matter:
Above the altar, the dead sing in a loud chorus, but no one can hear it.The kind of doomsday ballad that once appeared in Bei's narrative is now unknown to outsiders.On a distorted and colorful land of indistinguishable materials, it is like a flat surface shaped by burning a variety of silica.On a starless night, a huge blue hole like a satellite hangs upside down in the middle of the sky.

The dead wandered among them like black dragonflies flying through the setting sun.The skin as thin as a cicada's wings is still vividly colored, the head is intact, and the bulging eyes stare at the land below.From the intruders who manifested in the veil of night, to the executors who followed.

They saw the vigorous fire-like energy dancing, and in the last operating space of the splitter, a dim rainbow bridge with a halo of fire appeared from nothingness.The four intruders crossed the bridge and came to the core.Their purpose could not be more clear.But the dead didn't intend to stop.They don't care about anything but singing the song of wishes.They, too, saw shadows in the seamless ground, and the forms of hunters in the paths.Now the singing of the dead people changed. They saw the flowers of death blooming in the fire, just like seeing relatives and friends returning from afar.The goddess of death overlooks the infinitely rotating roulette of the world, and she casts her eyes on the most dazzling people first.The first to be picked is always the flower in full bloom.

To rephrase the matter:
Overall, things are going well.They managed to reach what used to be the energy control room or the main engine—it was impossible to tell the difference now, and perhaps the two had conceptually merged into one.Naturally, things are always progressing in small failures, so accept any difficulties: Slicer is still surrounded by visions of the Revenant.It also found a monster with an unfamiliar image.This is to be expected, long before everything happened, they designed many protection procedures for the slicer, the ethics committee was originally one of its protection procedures, and it is not enough to abstract it into a more romantic posture Odd.

It doesn't matter what the nature or source of that monster is, a mere illusion that never existed in real history.A nightmare that defies probability.To deal with this dangerous defense mechanism, they just need to turn off the slicer.Fortunately, the slicer's defense mechanism is not smart enough.It didn't choose to eliminate her, or another person who might have the knowledge to close the Ripper.It was attracted by the strongest heat source like an automatic fire extinguisher, and attacked the shield brought by Ji Xun.It wasn't a pre-specified baiting scheme, but it suited their needs.And it's also in her favor in the longer run.Once the divider is turned off, she may have fewer risks to deal with.Now, what needs to be done is to act quickly.

To rephrase the matter:
Meow St. Zeng Yun: The bright spots of light and the dark sea of ​​clouds are a hunting ground for the boss!You have to learn to ride in someone else's boat and be self-reliant!
The world sucks.Of course, for a truly remarkable cat, it is possible to survive the worst of the situation.Not just survive, but always be the top predator.Top predators don't suffer.If it gets scratched a bit, it's by no means easy.No way.The challenger must be eaten alive.

What a disgusting smelly fish and rotten shrimp!Non-hunting animals have a cowardly and troublesome temperament, just like stinky birds like to build nests, stinky rats like to dig holes, stinky monkeys chat with their own kind all day long, stinky bastards waste time every day!What is there to talk about?What is there to argue about?They make a fuss about anything they see, and argue over what to do with every piece of shit they drop—that's how they should bury it!It's unbearable for idiots to make such a noise even for such a simple job of burying shit!Idiots spend all their time shitting and talking about shit, so they don't have time for the real thing: hunting and being hunted.Of course, there are only two serious things in the world: don't be hunted by stinky people, and then hunt stinky people.The time, place and environment are both important and unimportant, the key is to practice hunting skills, and the stinky person in charge of the training also admits that: hunting is the essence of survival of noble species - the stinky person can't even say a useful sentence so nonsense. Operation "Talk the stinkers hard and eat them alive" starts now.

To rephrase the matter:
Apart from the principle of structure, there are hierarchical differences in wishing machines, and this conclusion has been initially recognized.Once things are classified, it means that their performance can also be classified.stronger.weaker.more flexible.safer.Artificial machines do have such boundaries—but are they real?For infinite machines that depend on descriptions, perhaps boundaries exist only in representations.Are people making "more expressive machines" or, "more empathetic machines"?
Now, use a level [-] to level [-] infinite machine and two experimenters in a working state.The two made wishes on the same machine at the same time.One of them said: I will live.Another said: I will kill him.

Result [-]: The definition of the word "kill" has been revised historically.

Result Two: The historical definition of "living" has been historically revised.

Result Three: It was observed that the No.1 wisher had fallen into biological death.Its neural structure was pathologically affected before death, forming a structure similar to a first-level wishing machine, and falling into infinite thinking tasks.

Result four, the fusion phenomenon of the two was observed, forming a brand-new individual who claimed to be the No. [-] experimenter.However, his way of thinking and behavior habits clearly have the characteristics of Experimenter No. [-].

The result is five, slightly.

Result six, slightly

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Result 940: The wishing machine caused the folding phenomenon of the universe, and the same murder happened in two time-spaces that were not observed at the same time, and the result was opposite.

The above test results all guarantee the simultaneous realization of mutually exclusive desires.The difference in implementation methods is due to the level of the wishing machine, or the differences in the language and expressions used by the experimenters.

New experiment participants: two experimenters who can direct call the six-level wishing machine.

Experimental design: Same as above.

Experimental results: ?
Recount the event one last time.

Beyond the invisible line, the form is reflected in the mirror.

From the closed mountain, fell into the dream of death.

Who are you?Asking questions while repeatedly dying.Gradually sinking in the swaying sea tripod.The sound of the knife vibrates, and the jade hanging luan sings.

who are you?
Beyond the shadow of the lion's blood, he saw the scales of the serpent.Although I don't know where the Sri Lankan came from, I already know where his supernatural power is.

who are you?
The pale scimitar held by the source of disaster is burning with azure blue fairy fire.However, that is definitely not a weapon that was snatched.Can't do it.No way.Not the same.

who are you?
There was no answer.

Like drowning, repeatedly sinking into death and coming out of the mirror.This is Huashen.This is Yuanshen.There is no end of life, nor death.What is separated is love, and what is separated is sex.

Repeatedly, repeatedly, repeatedly, wandering in front of the gate of the abyss.Not once.Never snooped once.Instead, he drifted away without looking back.

Seeing the ancient sage, he was moved and sang, which is the saying:

In the cold weather, the high rhyme is made bitterly, and the frost blade of the ice knife chisels the plain heart.

Keep the faint fragrance from far away, and endure the loneliness more reservedly.

Ninety-nine returns to the Yuan Dynasty and simplifies the complexity, and the slowness of the year is better than the diligence.

But the authenticity of the Tibetan Lingtai is there, and the single branch of cold jade is beyond the deep clouds.

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