Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I suspect this cabin is an ideological world, but why do I see Dr. Ruan Li here? In the eyes of Dr. Ruan Li, the world is always the same. It can be logically observed and can analyze the material state of understanding. For her, it is natural to believe that she knows the world.

Dr. Ruan Li, who I talked to before, is in the most real state for her, but for me, is it just a state of consciousness?

What I lack is the observation angle as firm as hers. After encountering the "mystery", even if the past materialistic science education occupies the vast majority in thought, it will still face the original Confused about what is taken for granted.

In my eyes, the world has always been changing and has been intersecting. The interweaving of consciousness and matter, the stacking of the upper world and the lower world, while explaining the idealism from the materialism, also view the materialism with the intention. I have never had a fixed idea in terms of observation angle and thought theory. This is the source of my contradiction.

Dr. Ruan Li's attitude in front of me is always calm, whether in the hospital or in the world of repeaters. Of course, it doesn't mean that the two are exactly the same, the difference still exists, but the idea of ​​hiding in peace always makes me smell familiar. In the face of Dr. Ruan Li who insisted on his thoughts, I always felt weak. Perhaps I am now sticking to my views on "Jiang" and insisting on carrying out my plan. The idea of ​​"want like Dr. Ruan Li" is also a source.

Then again, no matter what you think of Dr. Ruan Li, no matter what the world we are together, it is an indisputable fact that I have been placed by her, and it is also an urgent problem to be solved.

There is no doorway in the room, there is only one window that cannot be opened, which is very strange. If Dr. Ruan Li said that the door and the window are not non-existent, but I am in an illusion and cannot see it. I probably can't solve it. However, looking at the strangeness revealed by this cabin with an ideological world, you will feel that this is a very normal thing, and people feel that there is a solution to the problem.

confidence. Be confident, think that you can solve, think that this is in the field where I often get along with-this is the belief that I have always implemented. No matter how severe the facts are, if there is no such belief, I don't think I can go to the present.

"In short. Calm down first and think about it." I said to myself. Thinking always makes me feel stupid, but it is impossible to observe things around me as ideology and make sure that it is ideology, and then complete the consciousness walk without thinking deeply enough. It is not hypnotizing yourself to believe that the world is ideological, but thinking to let yourself complete the argument that "this world is ideological"-whether the process and method of argument is correct. Whether it really makes sense does not matter. The important thing is that in this process of thinking, you can use your heart to identify with your perspective on the world and the conclusions drawn from this perspective.

How did you do it in the past? I couldn't help but recall. This is not the first time I have been in a situation where I have to use the power of consciousness to walk away. It's just that the power of conscious walking is so restless, no, more accurately, it should be. For me, this new power from the "jiang" is extremely inert, and the conditions required to activate it have not been fully grasped so far.

Then. Just take a closer look at this room. Look for every place where it feels weird, find out all the unexplainable phenomena, connect them together, and first form a rough outline, and fill in the details from this outline until it is enough to convince yourself. This is not a pure material hut.

Suddenly, the quark standing on the shoulder called a few times. I looked in the direction of its gaze, and suddenly noticed that there was a packet of cigarettes on the coffee table not far away. I was quite sure that I checked there before. It's empty. I quickly stood up and stepped forward to hold the cigarette in my hand. It was very real texture and weight. As soon as I turned my eyes away, I found another black cover diary on the coffee table-it did not exist before this one, but it suddenly appeared there between the movements of my eyes.

I subconsciously touched my body, only to realize that the last time I woke up, I was wearing a patient suit, and this time I woke up without any traces. I couldn't feel the cold. When I thought of "coldness", the fireplace in the corner flared up, and the sparks spattered. The glass of the window could not reflect the figure of Dr. Ruan Li, and the mirror in the house could not reflect my figure. She and I, as if we were divided in two worlds, only in this room, at that moment, did we cross together?

However, if it is put in the mouth of Dr. Ruan Li, the weirdness that I have encountered is actually only weird. These suddenly appearing things are here, just I subconsciously ignored their existence. She might say that this is not because they are weird and weird. They are just "this came into my eyes" instead of "suddenly appearing in this place." Whether I can't see her reflection from the glass window, or I can't see myself from the mirror, it's just because of my illness that I can only see the one-sided illusion, but not the full truth.

In fact, it does n’t matter which one it is. What I care about is that when I can "see" them, whether they are hallucinations or really always exist here, "their appearance" and "appear at this time" At the moment, they must all be meaningful.

Yes, my distinction between the material world and the ideological world is first of all whether "existence" itself is more important, or "existence" is more important.

If I think that meaning is more important, then I always think that this meaning can be displayed in a directly observable way, giving it a specific image and movement, no matter how strange this image and movement is. One after another, the meanings are connected in series, not the physical connection, but the foundation of an ideological world.

Just like in front of me, quarks are crows, but the important thing is not the bird "crow", but the symbolic meaning of the concept "crow" and the image meaning it occupies in my thoughts.

The diary is not a book to record things, but the importance of its content relative to my thinking about myself and the world.

Cigarettes and lighters are the same. They are held in their hands, full of real feeling. Weight, feel, taste, etc., even from the atomic level. I am afraid that it also exists in real life, which is in line with the scientific truth of my own understanding. However, it is necessary to abandon the recognition of its authenticity and specificity from this angle, and it cannot be treated as a matter of established contours.

What matters is meaning. Science believes that non-existence is meaningless. Being itself is meaning. However, for the walk of consciousness, the priority of meaning should be above the concept of "existence", and even "nonexistence" itself is meaningful.

Even if you do n’t know what this meaning is, you must first consider it meaningful.

I picked up the diary, cigarette and lighter, and moved the chair to the window sill to sit down. From this direction, you can look directly at the front of the mirror or turn your head to look at the scenery outside the house. Although the outside is still dark, you can't hear the sound of thunderstorm. As if the whole world had been destroyed, only the hut where I was.

The room is warm and lonely.

I lit a cigarette and opened my diary, a natural feeling that kept my eyes on the last few pages.

As noted above, this is a story that happened in the "Hospital Reality".

I do n’t remember myself having had this episode, but judging from the handwriting, it is indeed my record. I have always had the habit of writing down my adventures in the form of novels, since I first encountered Fu Jiang. Such a habit was left in a sudden whim. Sometimes, I do n’t really remember when I wrote anything, sometimes. I would also be surprised that I have the time and energy to persevere in these stories.

Where the memory is clear, what I write is actually much less than what already exists in the diary. However, when I saw the unimpressed records, I couldn't really deny it was my masterpiece.

I also read these stories from time to time, there are many plots, as if I have not experienced it myself. It ’s just written based on imagination – it ’s surprising that when I asked others afterwards, there were a lot of clues that I had no record of my own impressions. It seemed that what I imagined myself was almost the same as what happened. , The difference is more in some novel artistic processing.

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This is a story that happened in the reality of the hospital.

It was about three o'clock in the middle of the night. Dr. Ruan Li had a high fever and woke up from his dream. She wasn't sure what she dreamed about, but she felt like she had gone through a bizarre, dangerous, and unable to extricate journey, full of strange and strange dreams and unexpected. When she opened her eyes, she was already sweaty, but the dizziness caused by the high fever seemed to be much better. However, when she reached for the cup on the bedside table, she noticed that her hand was shaking-a feeling of excitement that seemed to grow from the dream, deeply rooted in her heart, when she was inadvertently However, Dr. Ruan Li couldn't remember what he was producing for this emotion.

Probably a dream scene. But what kind of situation is that?

Dr. Ruan Li rubbed his temples, put on his coat, got up and walked into the laboratory. Her resting place was a small space in the laboratory that was purposely separated. Recently, she was buried in the discovery of the last experiment and had not left the laboratory for three days. No one has bothered her. This is her independent experiment. It is the permission she obtained. Although she still needs to communicate with other researchers, it can be done only by using the Internet. The team of Dr. Ande, who is the official representative of the hospital, or underground organizations, unknown lurking organizations, all hope that she can produce results in a short time-a large part of these results is Ruan Li The legacy of the mentor who died recently. All she needs to do is to re-examine the things that have been envisaged on the basis of her predecessors and complete them.

Of course, Dr. Ruan Li also has what he wants to do, and also tries to take the experiment in his own direction. However, it is good to know such things by yourself. Such an environment with no one to disturb, and only resource providers who consult the progress, is the best research treatment Dr. Ruan Li has received since he joined the hospital.

Even so, the pressure still exists, and this pressure is getting more and more amazing. This pressure does not result from being criticized after failing to achieve results, but from a shadow of death that can be felt by a discerning person-the operation of the hospital has begun to become abnormal, and there are more people Falling ill makes people humorous, and the department runs a bit difficult. Everyone staying in this isolated hospital knows where this slow-moving, unconsciously expanding source comes from, what kind of opponent it is facing, what kind of death it is ~ www.readwn.com ~ it It's called a "virus".

An existence that cannot be observed directly but can be derived from theoretical data. So far, no one knows the specific situation, and of course, there is no way to suspend its operation. The activity of the "virus" is directly reflected in the expansion of infection within the hospital. Each infected person will show a series of conditions called "doom syndrome". For patients, when they get sick, they not only have to suffer from physical pain, but they are even more difficult to face because of mental confusion and fear.

The study of patients with doomsday syndrome in the hospital has been for a long time, and every researcher is well aware of the horror of this epidemic. In the data collected recently, the total population of the world is used to count the "viral" The infection is still expanding. This is also a direct reason why hospitals have received more investment but faced greater pressure.

Even so, research cannot be accelerated anymore. The outbreak in the hospital is expanding at an uncomfortable, uncommon rate. Dr. Ruan Li is well aware that the infected researcher is not just himself. This has happened in the past. In fact, clinical trials for specific viruses are already risking lives. It's just that the more you know about the "virus" you are studying, the more horrified it is. For the people in this hospital, it is as cruel as the plague that almost destroyed the entire European country in the Middle Ages. (To be continued.)