Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

Chapter 223 Mother of the Matrix: "Prophet"

Morpheus continued with a complex expression:
"Master Prophet, it's because you have existed for too long, and as far as I know, no human being can exist for such a long time."

"All battleship captains are slowly realizing a problem."

"That is, the prophet who helped mankind establish Zion."

"Maybe not humans, but our enemy, a special artificial intelligence."

"Or rather, program!"

Although Morpheus already knew the answer, he still stubbornly asked the question.

Zhan Lan tasted the cookies in his mouth.

Hearing this, he was surprised at first, and then thought about it and felt it was natural.

After all, it’s in The Matrix.

Zhan Lan opened his eyes.

The prophet motioned to Morpheus to pick up a biscuit and taste it, and said at the same time:

Solemn words:
"The future has changed."

The prophet smiled and sat at the table:
"I just said, it doesn't matter."

The prophet looked at Morpheus and smiled and said:
"Keep talking."

After shaking for a while, it fell down.

If Zhan Lan is the consciousness of the future, then where is her current consciousness?
die?

Unfortunately, it was not successful. Looking at the vase that finally broke, he subconsciously said apologetically:

Morpheus, who subconsciously lowered his head to search, just turned around.

The prophet in the green floral skirt held his head with one hand and smiled:

He hung on a hook and said at the same time:

or...

I saw that my elbow accidentally touched a transparent vase filled with flowers on the edge.

"How can you be sure that the woman in front of you and me is the same woman who has lived in the matrix world for more than 20 years?"

Morpheus looked surprised:
"Impossible, she has lived in the matrix world for more than twenty years, how could you not know her?"

"You are a program in the matrix. If that is the case, then you are part of this system?"

"Say your problem."

As the vase fell, Morpheus wanted to catch it.

"Yeah, there's no simpler question than this, I'm not human."

"very good."

"But so what? Oh, be careful with the vase, but it doesn't matter."

Morpheus suddenly remembered the original words Zhan Lan told him, and once again added a layer of label to Zhan Lan's identity.

"sorry."

Morpheus saw it incredulously.

Maybe it's because the flowers are unevenly distributed, or placed too far away from the edges.

"Is it some kind of controller?"

The existence of the prophet has long been no secret among the upper echelons of the awakened human race.

"The prophet must have guessed it. After all, can't you predict the future?"

At this moment, Zhan Lan, who had eaten half of the biscuits, closed his eyes.

Morpheus was stunned:
"Yes, so the simplest question is, how can I trust you?"

"Morpheus, I know your purpose of coming here now, but unfortunately, I know nothing about her."

"I don't feel like I need to apologize because I'll recover, time goes by. A little trick."

"Vase, what vase?"

He stretched out a hand and snapped his fingers at the fragments.

The vase that was originally broken began to regroup, then floated and returned to its original position.

The prophet smiled and took off his oil-stained apron.

The prophet pushed the baking tray in front of Zhan Lan and Morpheus, and put away the smile on his face.

And with the appearance of the snap of fingers, the face of the originally smiling prophet froze.

Putting aside Zhan Lan's question, Morpheus thought about what the prophet had just admitted.

Looking at the vase that had returned to normal, he also smiled and said:

Once again he said to the prophet:

"Needless to say, Morpheus, this is a dilemma."

"It's a pity that you can't know whether I'm really here to help you."

"It's entirely up to you to decide."

"You have to make your own decisions about me, no, what we say next."

"You should try it too, my craftsmanship is pretty good."

The prophet picked up another biscuit from the baking pan and handed it to Morpheus.

After a moment of silence, the confused battleship captain said:
"You already know I won't eat it."

“If I don’t know, am I not a prophet?”

"But you already know, how can I choose?"

"Son, you didn't come here to make a choice."

"The moment you walked in the door with her, you made your choice."

"The reason why you came here is to know why you chose that way..."

"Yeah………"

Morpheus looked at the biscuit in mid-air, and finally reached out to take it and took a bite.

Looking at Morpheus eating the cookie, the prophet smiled and said:

"I thought you had it figured out by now."

Morpheus shook his head and said:
"So, why are you helping us? Helping humanity?"

The prophet turned around:

"I'm here to get something done that needs to be done."

"I'm only interested in one thing!"

"That's the future."

"Trust me, the only way from here to the future lies in your hands."

Morpheus looked down at his palms.

He knew that the prophet was speaking of the "Savior" who was now in his hands.

He asked again:
"I want to know if there is another program like yours?"

"No, there won't be, but..."

"When you came in, you should have seen those children outside, right?"

"They have their own thinking and their own decisions, so the matrix only needs to maintain their bodies."

"But what about this?"

The prophet pointed to a small window in the kitchen.

Only then did Zhan Lan and Morpheus see that there was a small bird's nest inside.

And now there is a sparrow looking into the room.

Seeing the giant creatures in the room staring at him, the sparrow let out a frightened sound and flew away.

"Have you seen these birds?"

"Because they don't have real bodies, the Matrix needs to be programmed to control them."

"In addition, we have to write about the falling leaves, the cold wind blowing, the sunrise and the sunset."

"The four seasons of the year and the movement of the whole world."

"All external factors are designed to control them more reasonably."

"And they are procedures, and the sunrise and sunset are also procedures."

"Everything is controlled by the computer program you talk about."

"Or you might prefer to call it artificial intelligence."

"And the procedures for doing their jobs and performing their duties faithfully are invisible."

"You'd never even know they existed."

"And the others, you hear about them all the time."

Morpheus shook his head blankly:

"I've never heard of it."

"No, of course you have heard of it. Whenever you hear someone complaining and talking about the devil or angels or even God." "This shows that the system is absorbing their programs and doing things they shouldn't do. matter."

Morpheus said thoughtfully:

"Program hacking program?"

"why?"

The prophet lowered his eyes:

"They, or they, have their own reasons."

“When a program faces deletion, it usually chooses exile.”

Zhan Lan ate the third biscuit and interjected in confusion:
"Why delete the program?"

"Aren't you always upgrading?"

Hearing this, the prophet acted as if he were talking to his family.

He stood up and looked like he was going to pour two glasses of water, and said casually:

"Let me tell you a joke.

Sometimes I repair a badly damaged sailing ship.

It is more expensive to learn lessons and build a better one than to start from scratch. "

"So, what reason does He have to choose to repair?"

Zhan Lan seemed to have completely relaxed and said with a smile:

"I know this. My clothes are torn. If I want to sew them up, I need needles and threads. Then I thread the needles and threads and sew them up step by step."

"But this needle and thread are more expensive than this dress."

The prophet followed Zhan Lan's example and snapped his fingers:

"Bingou, it's very good."

"Maybe something went wrong, maybe it was replaced by a new, better program, that's what happens."

"And whenever a program reaches the point of being deleted, it becomes he/she."

After saying this long paragraph, the prophet also poured two glasses of water, and handed one to Zhan Lan, who took it directly.

A cup was placed in front of Morpheus.

Zhan Lan's eyes kept looking up and down at the prophet in front of him.

Because today is destined to be a day of endless words and endless death.

"Reciprocity is reciprocated."

"Then let me tell you a story too!"

"A story that takes place in the future world."

Without waiting for the two to agree, Zhan Lan said slowly and emotionally:

“This story is called The Truman Show .”

"This world is the complete opposite of the Matrix world."

"Because this is a false world that everyone knows is false, except Truman."

"Truman has lived in a huge film and television city since he was born."

"Everyone in the city is an actor, following the script and cooperating with Truman to interpret the life planned for him by the director."

"At the same time, his every move was recorded by the camera and then played to the outside world."

"From the time he was born, learned to talk, roll over, walk, then went to school, graduated, and finally got married, it was all a perfect false world."

"The father and mother are fake, the wife and lover are fake, and even the best friend he thinks he is is just a qualified actor."

"However, without any accident, the twenty-seven-year-old Truman suddenly woke up."

"It was like waking up and the whole world was different to his senses."

"Yes, he suddenly discovered loopholes that he had never cared about before, and step by step he discovered the absurdity of this world."

"And my miserable and ridiculous first half of my life."

After Zhan Lan finished speaking, the three of them were silent for a moment.

It seems that he is also feeling pity or empathy for Truman's experience.

After a while, the prophet's old face pulled out a stiff smile and said:

"It's a very interesting story. It's wonderful. Although you didn't tell it in detail, I have already seen a new world."

Look at the prophet who has words in his words.

Zhan Lan put his hands on his chest, looking at the daggers.

Said directly:

"So, don't you get bored by doing this experiment again and again?"

Morpheus was confused and the prophet was silent.

"Test? What test?"

Zhan Lan held his forehead and chuckled.

Keep talking:

"Morpheus, you only know AI and artificial intelligence, and call them the matrix or matrix world.

But do you really know what this being is capable of? "

"Just like the person in front of you, do you think she can really predict the future?"

"That's just a form of expression derived from having huge computing power."

"In other words, there are thousands of possibilities for your next move and next sentence."

"But artificial intelligence can calculate the most likely one based on its previous knowledge of you before you make your next move."

"Then he speaks of the future, so in your eyes it is a foretelling of the future."

"Or, this person has already gone through it once. When he starts over, he will naturally have a lot more predictions."

"In the future world, a friend of mine can do it, but he uses his brain, which is comparable to the pinnacle of human wisdom."

"But who says this isn't predicting the future?"

Compared to the confused Morpheus, the prophet looked at Zhan Lan curiously and said:

"The brain at the pinnacle of human intelligence?"

"Does this really exist?"

"After all, in our calculations the possibility of this existence is infinitely close to zero."

"Because based on my understanding of human nature, being too perfect will have self-destructive tendencies and characteristics."

Zhan Lan laughed in relief when he heard this.

The prophet also smiled and said:

"From your expression just now, I know he is dead, right?"

"And like I said he was dead."

"Yeah, that's something I can't understand."

"But now it seems there are too many reasons for him to die, so it doesn't matter anymore."

"after all…………"

"You should have guessed what I was going to say?"

The prophet looked at Zhan Lan's expression, shook his head and said nothing.

After all, resurrection is a word.

It is too incredible for humans and for this mature artificial intelligence.

Because the person who said these two words is either a madman or a fool.

"Wait, I just want to know what those tests you are talking about are?"

Morpheus continued to ask, because for some reason he had an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

This matter should concern him, or in other words, all mankind.

Zhan Lan looked at the battleship captain who lived on the front line of the confrontation matrix with deep eyes:

"You have already guessed the identity of the prophet, and then used me to indirectly confirm that she will not harm humans."

"Because regardless of whether I am who I say I am, as long as you dare to meet the prophet, I will definitely give you an answer."

Looking at Zhan Lan who was questioning, Morpheus said directly:
"I'm very sorry, but."

"Do you know what was the first thing I thought of after seeing your incredible abilities in the real world?"

Morpheus's face began to look ugly, even a little gray and desperate.

"My reason tells me that it is impossible for people in the real world to do what you did."

"So since you did it, does that mean..."

"Is the real world still a prison that imprisons consciousness?"

"A cage outside the Matrix world?"

(End of this chapter)