Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Jin Jiang looked at the pool of blood that was spreading constantly, and a look of confusion and inquiry appeared on her face, making people feel that she wanted to walk into it. This is a very special performance. At least, among us, she is the only life that will not have fear and resistance to this blood pool. Strictly speaking, when she gazed at the pool of blood, it was as if the wanderer had come into contact with the country sound, and you were born with a familiar and strange, timid but irresistible urge to return.

"Don't go, A Jiang." I took Jin Jiang's hand. She did not resist, but hesitated.

In the corner of the retina screen, 60% of the deep information fusion is flashing. I know that I am very strong, but I have a limit, and the current situation has made me understand where my limit is. That is, there is absolutely no way to deal with the power of Jiang. This was not a defect. In the illusion of apocalypse, there is no phenomenon that can resist the power of "Jiang". However, there has always been a voice in my mind-why not be sure about the last 40% of the fusion? It seems that as long as a confirmation, I can have a solution to the current dilemma. Of course, at that time, I was no longer the "Gaochuan" now. Is it time to become "Super Takagawa"? I am still not sure, and it is this hesitation that started to make me doubt that even if I confirm the integration of the last 40% of the deep information, I cannot really become a "super Gaochuan".

"It seems that there is no place to escape." Father Sisen suddenly said, although his face was haggard, he became calm. Sit down next to me.

Is there really no way? Although the voice in my heart kept telling myself. It has reached the limit, and it is only in vain to struggle desperately. It is time to merge deep information and summon Super Gaochuan. However, I am still struggling and I am not willing to give up. Chaos and complex emotions are born like weeds and deleted by brain hardware. In the reciprocation of this emotion, I still haven't thought of any way to solve the current dilemma. Just the back of a high school student came to mind.

That's Gaochuan, a Gaochuan of a week's purpose. I once talked to him in the dream of the spiral ladder, and knew that he had a very close relationship with Jiang. I also know. My strength comes from his inheritance, but I do n’t know him. In the 60% of the deep information I have received, he is not there. Therefore, it can only be considered that his information is sealed in the remaining 40%, which is one of the keys to the super Gaochuan plan. In fact, many clues point to the result of "This Gaochuan was the closest to the super Gaochuan". Even, before I was born, Gaochuan had such an idea that it was before and after this week. Gaochuan people are all "transition goods".

In what I know about the Super Gaochuan Project. Before I was born, Gaochuan was "initializing Gaochuan", and that Gaochuan should have died before entering the illusion of doomsday, and I was equivalent to deeply engraving from his information, and activating brain hardware based on his information Heyi reform, but still belong to "initialize Gaochuan".

The so-called "initialization" originally gives people a sense of "transition", "start" and "experimental nature". I am very much like a robot, but not a robot. There are still forty percent of the human body in the prosthetic body, including the human brain. For a time, I hoped that I would become a robot that only acts completely for the purpose, using the most sensible and cold rules as the outline of action, because I understand what is called initialization. This understanding once gave me many weed-like emotions and thoughts, even though these emotions and thoughts are always deleted by the brain hardware to keep the consciousness and behavior pure. I once told myself that a series of phenomena that happened to me were normal, but. Whenever I calm down and don't want to think about anything. But there will still be a voice in my heart-I actually do n’t want to be an experimental, ready-to-give existence at any time. I understand the necessity of my own existence. I do n’t resist this necessity, but I hope Ability to make yourself unique through your own efforts and struggles.

Yes, being a different and important existence is different from every Gaochuan that was born and may be born in the future. Even if it is a transitional product, it is hoped that it will become the final high-quality product during the transition. Not only is it high quality, but also unique. No one except Gaochuan can replace it-just like the one-year-old Gao Gaojun who passed the magic pattern to me.

I know that I am not afraid of death, and I have prepared for death and the will to inherit it, but I still want to do more things and do n’t want to die like this. My strength comes from the potential of being tapped to the end. I know this means the limit, and now I have seen my own limit, but it is this kind of strength that has reached the end, dried up and inelastic. It hurts me. Even though this emotion will be quickly deleted by the brain hardware, then, I will forget the idea of ​​"would rather be an ordinary person", but after this kind of thought is deleted, it will always be irresistible inadvertently. Breed out.

It's like now, watching the desperate pool of blood flowing towards me, never aware of his limits so clearly, and hating that he has dried up, the potential to burst out again.

Even so, I still want to struggle for a while, even if it is eaten by desperate emotions in a little more time, every second of a second will cause a bit more pain, and I hope to be able to struggle again. Think, think, and desperately think, even if you know that the current situation has exceeded the limit you can solve, but there is still a hopeful candle burning, even if it is already shaky.

If, after a little more time, struggling for a while, if reaching the limit is just an illusion ...

As long as you have n’t died, you do n’t want to give up.

I thought the brain was about to explode, and the brain hardware seemed to be burned. I don't know when it started, it seemed that a fire was burning from the depths of the cells, the huge heat evaporated the water in the body, and it seemed that even a drop of water would be squeezed out of the dried ground. The voice is asking me. Why are you so desperate? Why make yourself different? I can no longer answer.

why? why? why? That voice is getting louder. Then, forcibly occupying the entire brain and brain hardware, I can no longer think about how to solve the current dilemma.

"Because, I, I ..." I opened my mouth, but couldn't hear my voice. Someone is pushing my shoulders, it seems to be asking me, but my brain has no time to receive and process this information.

I want to prove that I am Gao Chuan, not the beginning. It is not the last Gaochuan, nor is it part of any Gaochuan. I am Gaochuan, the only Gaochuan. The unique Gaochuan. Born as a separate Gaochuan, and died as a separate Gaochuan, in this process from birth to death, have a complete life-loved something, hated something, had sorrow and pain, had laughter joy, there is Struggling through despair, there is also the joy of being in a desperate life, and there is no limit to the future. There are also destinies that must be faced. Even if the brain hardware deletes the things that are breeding in these processes as very important as a single life, I hope that I have owned these things and are driven to do certain things by these things. The driving force burns itself.

As I have integrated 60% of the deep information, I am very clear that this idea is a wayward for the mission that I must shoulder, and a nonsense for the destiny that must be carried, but. How much I still want to have this kind of willfulness and nonsense, even if it is once.

Now, I have felt despair and I am still struggling, even though the brain hardware keeps deleting my willfulness and nonsense. Sensibility will die as soon as it is born, and I am also struggling. Even if i know. Only sensibility is a factor of instability, a power that can transcend boundaries, a machine that has no potential to be completely sensible but stable enough, and can only die on the boundaries that have long been destined, and it is this machine whose sensibility is deleted. I'm still struggling. All I can do is struggle, delay time, try to reach an infinitely long time, and struggle in the same infinitely long despair.

Because, struggling alone is the sensibility that will not be deleted by the brain hardware.

"So, just stretch out your hand." The voice said in my mind.

It seems to be an illusion, because my mind has been extremely chaotic and my physical functions have been completely disorganized. Neither the brain nor the hardware of the brain seem to become difficult to operate in a scorching heat generated by the deep burning of the body, the retina screen keeps blinking, and the flower screen, blurry and clear vision alternately rotate. I thought that voice came from other people around me, so I turned my head. I can see clearly that it was Father Sisen who put his hand on my shoulder. I saw his figure in his eyes. The pale face was not the image in this doomsday illusion, it was also Gaochuan. , But it is Gao Chuan in reality-a thin, pale and young boy.

I can't hear what Father Sisen is saying to me, and I don't realize how he feels at this moment. All this seems to be an illusion, and it seems to be true. I really see my face in reality?

"Hold out your hand." The voice that sounded like a hallucination lingered in the ear, repeated again, and gradually became real. There is no emotion, neither urging nor reminding, just saying it for granted.

However, it wasn't what Father Sissen said. Instead, from Jinjiang, she has already stretched out her hand. However, in my field of vision, the outline of Omi is somewhat blurred. I do n’t know why, she clearly stood beside me, but she seemed to be standing in my dream, and it was hard to understand that a phenomenon like illusion was appearing on her body—the facial features of Omi seemed to be changing, and appearance Although it is vague, in my feelings, she is gradually becoming not near the river, but another woman, who seems to have a ghost standing behind her, and she said to me with her, "Extend your hand."

Although I didn't understand it, I had a subconscious feeling that Jin Jiang was not Jin Jiang, but the ghost behind her was Gao Chuan.

The scene in front of you is incomprehensible, as if half-dreaming and awake, you can't be sure whether you see it is real. However, in this dream-like scene, time seems to be slowed down thousands of times. Talking to Father Sisen, the opening and closing of his mouth became extremely slow, and finally it seemed to solidify into a statue.

Only the voice that seemed to blend men and women echoed in my ears: stretch out your hand.

So I held out my hand. And appearance constantly changing. Even the breath has become less like the hands of Jinjiang's outstretched. When I touched my fingertips, I saw that the ghostly translucent Takagawa silhouette glowed with bleeding red light at the position of the left eye, but the left eye of Omi was like a fake eyeball, and it fell down. Blood spewed out of the black hole's eyes, and a moment later, a pool of blood appeared under our feet.

This blood pool is exactly the same as the blood flowing from Eruka's body in terms of color and fear.

I knew it almost the moment I saw the blood. This is the power of Jiang. However, unlike the blood flowing from Eruka, although this blood makes people feel instinctively fearful, but there is also a sense of madness or safety in the fear. I can't move. It's as stiff as facing natural enemies, but although the body is in fear, there is no element of fear in thinking. The moment my ankle was submerged by the pool of blood, I was very calm.

It has never been so calm, like the sea of ​​wild waves, the tranquility felt after diving.

I have never felt the existence of "Jiang" so clearly. It is not that intimidating and incomprehensible. It only makes people feel insane. But there is no resistance, just like the natural disaster "Jiang", but purely "Jiang", a foreign body staying deep in the body, blending with oneself and having become part of oneself.

Both a part of the body and a foreign body, the supposedly contradictory feelings blend in very harmoniously.

If you continue to dig deeper into this feeling, you will find that this is not your own feeling. Rather, it comes from an inaccessible depth of the body or soul, a feeling from "Gaochuan". If it is necessary to have a more appropriate description, it is that this is the feeling from the 40% of the deep information that has not yet been merged, and also from the 40% of the deep information. power.

I. The constantly changing Jinjiang opposite me, and the ghostly Gaochuan boy behind Jinjiang. The three seem to form a bridge that spans time and space, the world, memory and existence itself, delivering power and feeling to where I am.

It is impossible to continue to describe the feeling at this time. Among all the theories I know, it seems that only superstring theory can explain this phenomenon. However, I do n’t actually understand superstring theory. Therefore, the so-called explanation is only a Delusion.

The anomalous phenomenon just happened naturally.

The only thing that can resist the power of Jiang is the power of Jiang. "Jiang" gave Eruka his own power. Eruka used this power to destroy us, but now it seems that it is also the Jiang's power that wants to protect us. I do n’t understand what ’s going on, just understand that the power of “Jiang” flowing from the ghostly high school student Takakawa, which is known as the one closest to the super Takagawa, and Makagawa, and Eluka The power of "Jiang" used is different.

In essence, there is something that the other party does not have. It is the kind of thing that prevents me from developing a sense of fear, and that this pool of blood will not cause any harm to me.

The world in front of me with an incomprehensible phenomenon suddenly shattered like glass, and in the debris scattered around, I seemed to see countless Gaochuan smiling at me.

"Gao Chuan!" A familiar voice came from my ear, my brain seemed to wake up like a dream, and I couldn't remember who's voice it was for a while.

When I turned my head, I realized that it was Father Sissen who was shouting at me. He shook my shoulders violently, and in the eyes that were branded with my figure, my face returned to its normal appearance. . He asked me anxiously, "What happened?" I didn't answer. I just turned my head to look at Jinjiang again. As if nothing happened, Jinjiang still quietly looked at the pool of blood in front of her, and her left eye didn't. Any damage ~ www.readwn.com ~ everything I saw before was like an illusion.

However, the sticky feeling from my feet is telling me that what happened before is not completely an illusion.

Asphalt-like blood pool completely covers our foothold. The edge of this blood pool does not touch the blood pool on the side of Eluka, which means that it is not the power released by Eluka. I didn't feel that I was hurt in this pool of blood. The three people, Fire, Jung and File, were floating on the pool, and my shoulders suddenly twitched slightly.

"In the end ... what happened?" In Father Sisen's voice, the restless emotions had calmed down, leaving only an incomprehensible daze, and he let go of my shoulder. I think when the blood appeared under his feet, he must have been scared. I squatted down, lifted a thick blood mass with my fingers and contained it in my mouth. After analyzing the brain hardware, I found that these seemingly **** liquids have neither the **** smell of blood nor the ingredients are more than the human blood complex. The composition and composition of blood only serve as a cover-up appearance.

"It ... suddenly appeared." Father Sisen rubbed his face hard and made himself awake, as if talking to himself: "It appeared in the blink of an eye, no, it didn't appear suddenly, I feel Yes, that time was deleted. Time was deleted? Damn, how is this possible! "(Unfinished ...)