Part-time as God of the Heavens

"Compared to your question, I am more curious about what caused you to raise this question." The prophet did not answer directly, his eyes behind the glasses looked at Zhou Yi on the side.

　　 "My factor." Zhou Yi spoke directly, and Neo was also relieved. The idea itself was proposed by Zhou Yi, and it was naturally the most suitable for him to line up with the Prophet.

　　 And in the process of this pair of lines, Neo can also observe carefully.

　　 To be honest, now, Neo doesn't believe in the prophet very much. Although she seems to have made some predictions, these predictions will be changed by Zhou Yi.

　　The method of change is very tough, but if the prophet really has the ability to predict the future, shouldn't it be able to predict it in advance?

　　 In this way, Zhou Yi once said to Neo about the prophet, the credibility of Neo has begun to rise.

　　 Thinking about it this way, from the beginning to the present, the information Zhou Yi told Neo has never been confirmed wrong.

　　 Neo thought to himself, and Zhou Yi's line-up with the prophet had already begun.

　　 "Why do you think of this problem?"

　　 "Didn't you propose it?" Zhou Yi asked, "You said the savior can save mankind, then you should give reasons."

　　 "If I give the reasons, then the facts will change. Have you heard of the butterfly effect? ​​If I affect him, then he can't do those things."

　　 "It is really a seemingly impeccable reason, so let's say hello in another way," Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow, "What kind of power does the savior have?"

　　 "The ability to change this world..." The prophet's tone became ethereal.

　　 "Like I changed your freshly baked bread filling into moldy?"

　　 "It's not the same!" The Prophet retorted, "You are just the most superficial use!"

　　 "A little bit deeper, what can you do?" Zhou Yi asked again, "Can the program of the mother body be destroyed, or can it directly destroy the mother body world?"

　　 "Of course it's impossible." The Prophet shook his head, "The mother body will not be so fragile."

　　 "That means that the program can be broken... In this way, it is indeed very strong." Zhou Yi pretended to be clear.

　　 "...and then?" The prophet knew that Zhou Yi had the following words.

"Then, I have a new idea," Zhou Yi said in a playful tone. "First of all, even if the savior can solve the procedure, it is impossible to say that it can reach the level of a spike, and the mother body can be produced by a steady stream of procedures to drag down. Savior.

　　 In short, compared to the original rebels, the savior can only face the anti-virus program. In this way, the so-called savior does not seem to have much effect under such circumstances. "

"…So?"

　　 "So, from the analysis of the fundamental purpose of the action, we need to confirm what our ultimate goal is," Zhou Yi said, "In a nutshell, it is nothing more than defeating the mother and liberating mankind?"

　　 "That's it." The Prophet took out a pipe, lit the cigarette, squinted, and tried to smoke it.

　　 Zhou Yi snapped his fingers. Whether it was the smoke coming out of the pipe or the smoke that the Prophet breathed in and spit out, all were fixed next to the Prophet's head, and they were not taken anywhere else.

　　 Prophet: "..."

"However, I think of a problem. Not everyone wants to leave the virtual world. Reality is far more cruel than virtual." Zhou Yi smiled, "So, my idea is to make the existence of the mother body public. So that they can make their own choices."

　　 The prophet's pipe trembled slightly.

　　 "This will cause the death of countless people." Putting down the pipe, the Prophet said solemnly.

　　 "Change always requires blood, and only in this way, people will cherish it and remember it," Zhou Yi didn't care, "This is an inevitable effort."

　　 "But there is clearly a way for the savior to save the world."

　　 "Isn't it all mentioned before? The savior has no possibility of subverting the maternal world."

　　 "You are the life of Kusuga!"

"Being locked up in the nutrition cabin and reduced to a tool of the mother body, this is also worthy of being called a human?" Zhou Yi sneered, "They can make their own choices, but I don't care about those who choose to stay in the virtual world. coward."

　　 "As long as your words are known by others, they will cause people to criticize you." The prophet squinted slightly, as if he had caught Zhou Yi's weakness.

　　 However—

"What qualifications does the ant have to criticize the dragon?" Zhou Yi smiled disdainfully, "The leader of the times, never need to care about the opinions of ordinary people, because they don't have this qualification in the first place. If you want to evaluate, you must at least stand up. Say it at the same height."

　　 "..." Neo was a little moved.

　　 From Zhou Yi's words, he heard extremely confident and proud.

　　 Until this time, the lead has faded, and he finally sees the side that this man hides in his daily life—the attitude that he has based on his own strength.

　　 "No wonder he dare to say that he can deal with the mother at will... Come to think of it, everything he says is true, right?" Neo thought to himself.

　　 "...you...you think so too?" The first you, the Prophet still faced Zhou Yi, and the latter, the Prophet gave up directly and looked at Neo.

"If my ability is not great enough to subvert the maternal world," Neo pondered for a while, "maybe...Zhou Yi's idea is the best solution. Everyone has the right to choose, and everyone has to do it. The choice I made pays its due price."

"..." The Prophet smoked a few cigarettes, not knowing what he was thinking, and finally said, "Please go back, two, there are many possibilities in the future. Maybe I am right, maybe what you are saying is Yes, any one person, any thing, any word, can change the future...So, now, I can't tell you what the future will be. Why, let us walk and watch?"

"From the beginning to the present, this is the only thing you have said that is not nonsense." Zhou Yi shook his clothes, as if stained with some dust, waved his hand casually and went out, "I look forward to seeing us later, I I think you will be surprised, um... Prophet?"

　　 Neo also stood up and wanted to leave.

　　 "Do you believe what he said?" The Prophet stopped Neo.

"…Roughly the same."

"The procedures of the maternal body are not necessarily the same purpose, nor the same style of behavior," the prophet's voice passed into Neo’s ears, meaning something, "some want to change, some Some people want to be conservative, and some...want to destroy. In your opinion, what kind of existence do some people actually exist?"

"...I don't know, I'm like a chess piece," Neo paused, and when he walked to the door, he left a sentence, "but only he clearly told me that I am a chess piece. It also told me, how can I break my destiny!"

　　 After Neo left, the kitchen fell silent.

　　 The Prophet’s face was dark...Of course, it was dark at first, but now it's even darker.

"Snapped!"

　　 After a long time, the pipe was slammed on the ground with a crisp sound and broke.

　　...

　　 "What did you say to the prophet?"

　　 On the way, Morpheus couldn't help asking.

　　 "Based on the issue of the savior and saving the world, we have made further in-depth discussions, and finally reached a consensus on one aspect." Zhou Yi smiled and nodded.

　　 "That's good..." Morpheus was relieved instantly.

　　 Neo looked at Zhou Yi with weird eyes.

　　 How do you describe that situation as such a peaceful coexistence!

　　 "I don't understand, this is the art of speaking." Zhou Yi noticed Neo's gaze and threw it away with a telepathy.

　　 "So this is how you describe things as completely different situations?"

　　 "Isn't this a reporter's basic skill?" Zhou Yi asked rhetorically.

　　 "You are not a reporter!"

　　 "That's right, it makes sense..." Zhou Yi was thoughtful, as if, from the beginning to the present, he really didn't have a career as a reporter?

　　...

　　In a pure white room.

　　Because the whiteness is so pure, it seems to extend out an infinite space.

　　 "咚咚咚!"

　　 "Go in." The contemplative architect closed his eyes and frowned slightly, looking in one direction.

　　 The door was opened, and the colorfully dressed [Prophet] walked in, grabbed a chair and sat down, took out the pipe and started smoking.

　　 "Don't smoke here with me," the architect frowned, and all the smoke from the prophet's pipe disappeared, "it is a rare thing that you came to see me, what happened?"

"Don't tell me, see for yourself." The prophet chuckled two smokeless pipes, tapped it lightly, and the surroundings began to change, restoring what the prophet saw and heard, like a large-scale 3D virtual environment experience The same.

　　 This is not too simple for the parent program, just cv the data.

This scene is played within one second, and it is no different from a cutscene, and the architect is not surprised at this. Anyway, it is the program. Accepting the data is equivalent to knowing everything. Play it all again. , Isn't it a waste of time?

　　Of course, this also shows that the prophets are in a bad mood at this time, because for them, generally speaking, they will try their best to act as human beings and simulate the daily behavior of human beings.

　　 This is called-acting method.

　　 "...This person has the ability to change data." The architect "watched" the whole process and said in deep thought.

　　 "You just such a nonsense?" the prophet said irritably.

"Of course not, I'm just... a bit weird," the architect thought for a while and said, "This is amazing. In our calculations, he should have completely failed to coincide with Neo's trajectory. On the one hand, meet, but now...not only do they connect with each other, but Zhou Yi also has the bug ability like Neo...why is that?"

"So you just told me a bunch of problems in my heart?" The prophet's face was not very good-looking, but there was nothing wrong with it. After being struck by Zhou Yi and Neo's repeated lack of morality and spirit, his complexion could still look good. It's really a ghost.

　　 "Otherwise?" The architect spread his hands.

　　 "You are the architect, the overall structure of the matrix, all previous versions, are all controlled by you!"

"Yes, it is true, but it is a coincidence that this Mr. Zhou, his changes, all come from two people we do not observe-Neo and Smith." The architect shook his head, "For To avoid any impact on them, in order to ensure the authenticity of the emotional birth, these are two loopholes in the monitoring. Moreover, it is your request. Don't think of throwing the responsibility on me."

　　 "Okay, even so," the prophet took a couple of cigarettes depressed, "you don't have the slightest idea about the suggestions made that week?"

“It’s a bold idea to make the news of the mother’s body public.” The architect pondered for a while, and then shook his head with a wry smile. “The unknown is too great. Everyone may make a difference in this matter. If I want to evaluate the possible consequences of this incident, it will take me a long time and a lot of computing power."

　　 "What if it's just a rough estimate?" The prophet smoked a smokeless pipe and stared at the architect, "Don't tell me, you didn't think of what I thought of."

"On the contrary, my thoughts should be completely different from yours. On the contrary," the architect crossed his hands and lined his chin. "If this happens...maybe we don't need to stick to Smith and Neo. All the human beings in the world, all the emotions they have burst out from the UU reading www.uukanshu.com...maybe it may allow us to achieve real evolution!"

　　 "That will most likely lead to the collapse of the maternal world!" said the prophet, "you are crazy!"

　　 "It's not that the maternal world has never collapsed. I still remember that it was a perfect world. Anyone can get whatever they want and any feelings without any effort." The architect seemed to fall into memory.

　　 "Then, 97% of humans died because of a mental breakdown." The Prophet said with a gloomy face.

　　 "Yes, they are amazing creatures. After all their needs are met, they will fall into extinction... This is really weird." The architect shook his head.

　　 "Even so, at the risk of another collapse of the maternal world and the death of all human beings, you have to insist on letting them realize their plan, or even push it secretly?" The prophet frowned.

"Aren't we not backing up those human genes? What's more, isn't there another Zion stocked by us?" The architect said lightly, and wrote lightly, "It's just a number, even for all humans. All brain deaths, it doesn’t matter. Throw their bodies into the sewers and finally clean them in the factory, so we can still get so much nutrient solution.”

　　 "Okay." The Prophet considered it for a while and agreed, "You better look forward to it. You don't want to play off."

　　Ps: Recommend a book "My Travel Can Open a Treasure Box"...