At this right time and right occasion, Gawain spoke out the things he had conceived in his mind for a long time-these things have been pondered and brewed in his mind for a long time, even as early as the establishment of the Theocracy Council. At that time, he was thinking about these issues related to the final order of humans and gods, but at that time he was very clear-the theocratic council at that time was far from the time to consider these.

And now, an alien civilization that suddenly established contact, a "pioneer" who seemed to have broken free of the shackles in advance, made Gawain realize that some things should be discussed in advance.

To be honest, he is not sure that his idea must be correct. After all, the "future" he has conceived can even be described as weird in the eyes of the world today. It is too advanced thinking, even so advanced that he himself is not. Knowing whether it can be achieved, but the appearance of the "Noy people" and the few words they revealed when communicating made Gawain vaguely feel that his ideas might be correct.

"This sounds... an incredible future." After a long period of silence at the round table, Bersetia was the first to break the silence. "It's not so much a vision of the future, it's more like portraying some kind of imaginary paradise. …"

"But this'imaginary paradise' has its basis for existence," Rosetta Augustus on the side also broke the silence. "After the chain of faith between man and **** is completely broken, we really must consider the public. The question of where is God going, if at that time we continue to let all the gods hang in the air, continue to keep the people ignorant of the core secrets of the'theocracy council', and continue to hide those'old gods' who have left the gods, from In a sense, we might have made the mistake we tried so hard to avoid..."

"Yes, the mistake of'shaping the mysterious trend of thought'," Gawain nodded, and took Rosetta's words, "and what I have said can not be said to be completely hypothetical, in fact...this matter is already happening now. Some signs are coming."

"Already there are signs?" Bersetia said with surprise, "Which aspect do you mean?"

Gawain thought for a while, and said with a weird expression: "Do you know... what the goddess of magic is doing recently?"

Rosetta and Bersetia looked at each other and said in unison: "What is she doing?"

Gao Wen did not answer directly, but mentioned another thing: "Film Pictures is making a series of films about the goddess of magic, starting from the "primary universal factor X in the study of magic", to the goddess of magic From the birth and growth of thoughts, until the goddess chooses to fall for himself in order to release the magical authority from the mortal mage. Of course, we all know that there is an artistic processing part in it, but this will be the first movie with a **** as the protagonist. It is necessary for all the artistic processing of the magical drama to interpret the mythological story in the same way as the interpretation of the biographies of the characters.

"The Theocracy has provided technical and financial support for this. I think this film will greatly promote the popularization of the'concept of thought' among the people, and its entry point is also perfect-the magician community is against the goddess of magic. Belief is more open than any other believer, and most magicians are actually not conscious of being believers at all, and ordinary people have no access to the traditional magical field. Therefore, the folks have an opinion on such a "biographies of gods". Acceptance will be high, and resistance will be diluted by the huge audience base.

"Film will also adjust the performance of the film to make it'looks like a documentary without emotions', so as to alleviate the impression of'elimination of faith' it brings to people."

Listening to Gao Wen's introduction, Rosetta nodded slightly: "I also saw this in the internal documents of the Theocracy, but I didn't have much...Wait, could it be said that the lady she..."

"She is the'technical support' provided by the theocracy to the film crew," Gao Wen laughed. "At first, Firme found the council and said that he needed detailed information about the goddess of magic to complete the filming, and then... the middle... I don’t know exactly what happened. Anyway, the end result is that Ms. Gaota pinched an avatar and went directly to the crew. Of course, a full set of protections were done in the process."

Rosetta and Bersetia looked at each other-they really didn't expect it to be able to do this...

"This may be some kind of'beginning'," Gawain's voice reminded them from their stunnedness. "This film is a beginning, and the activity of Ms. Tower is a useful attempt. The conservative phalanx is different. This will be an active and active attempt to'intervention of thought' and an extension of the'theocracy secularization' I mentioned earlier. If its influence works as expected...I think' The state of'coexistence' mentioned by the Neues is not unimaginable to us."

The two imperial rulers in front of Gawain were silent at the same time. They seemed to be deducing the trajectory of the future in contemplation, or perhaps digesting some unimaginable "pictures." This silence did not know how long it lasted before the Silver Queen suddenly fell low. The voice said: "I suddenly wish I could see that day come soon..."

"This day may come sooner than expected," Gao Wen nodded slightly, "The emergence of the'Noy' is bound to have an impact on the entire society, just like the war in the wasteland has promoted the process of alliance order. , The exchange with an alien civilization will definitely have a huge impact on the'ideal trends' on this planet. We can use this as an opportunity..."

…

Deep underground in the Deep Blue Well, a continuous low buzzing sound echoed softly in the core control hall, and countless ancient devices were running at full power.

The bright lights descending from the ceiling illuminate the neatly arranged metal columns. The indicators on the surface of the columns flash quickly, continuously transmitting and transforming massive amounts of data, and in the center of the "Ophelia Matrix" , A figure was sitting quietly on the pale golden "throne", staring blankly at these computing units in front of him.

In the past many years, the Ophelia Matrix has never acted in this underground facility in the form of a "carrier". She was once very resistant to this, because it would always make her fall into a state of confusion of self-recognition and further Reduce the efficiency of the entire matrix, but not long ago, she made this body almost identical to the historical Ophelia Norton for herself, and even placed the main connection device of the body in the center of the matrix. A bold attempt that even surprised her herself, and what surprised her even more was... the feeling of doing so was not bad.

She is sitting here quietly, watching her own "subject" quietly in a "carrier". This novel perspective even makes her feel very...interesting.

"The data slicing of No. 12665 ​​has been processed and is being compared with the rest of the data."

The beep of the automatic system sounded in the hall. Ophelia on the throne blinked slightly. She looked in a certain direction in the hall. An iron soldier immediately received the instruction and took a step forward. The data lock on the back of the neck was connected to the nearest computing node, and a low buzzing sound came from the depths of that node, and a clear and complicated holographic image suddenly appeared in the mid-air in front of Ophelia. .

There are complex numbers and symbols jumping on the image, as well as a large number of rapidly changing curves. The refresh speed of all data exceeds the limit of human thinking, but for Ophelia Matrix, this is only a trivial part of her thinking thread. That’s all.

"Did these sensors record the largest abnormal energy fluctuations so far... The data is incomplete, but it seems that it can be completed by the records left by nearby sensors..."

Ophelia muttered to herself softly, her eyes slowly moving on the rapidly changing projections-but in fact she didn't need to do this at all, these things flowed in her calculation matrix, she didn't need to use this tool at all. The carrier can browse every piece of data in the entire underground base, but she still does so.

She gave herself a good reason—someone once said: Life needs a sense of ritual.

"...A very high peak of magic power, not produced from the Deep Blue Well, this part of the reading is very suspicious...No man-made equipment in the Gondor period can produce such a peak..." Ophelia's expression became a little serious. , She felt that she might have grasped the key records-the shadow left by the wave of the magic wave that swept across the planet 700 years ago, "This peak can be combined with the part of the record in the 12665 ​​data slice. The complete waveform...but its function expression is very weird and does not conform to the geometrical space in common sense...the particularity of the deep sea?"

Ophelia murmured, the data previously extracted from the ancient shallow storage center was vast, and due to the impact of the explosion of the Deep Blue Well, there were still a large number of damaged fragments in these materials. These things must be sorted out. Repairing clearly and finding out the parts that may be related to the magic tide is not a simple task. Even with the powerful computing power of the Ophelia matrix, it is quite difficult to deal with.

Maybe... we should consider borrowing some computing power from the neural network, but first we must solve the conversion problem between the two data processing methods. The neural network of the Cecil Empire and the ancient iron man network are not compatible...

A branch thread was generated in the Ophelia matrix to think about the feasibility of establishing a data interface between the iron man network and the neural network, and just as she just shifted part of her attention to this issue, from a certain A very short period of "noise" is suddenly fed back from a certain data slice processed by the computing node.

This is an extremely short record, which is inserted abruptly between the two normal sensor readings. It does not conform to the data format used by the Deep Blue Well Control Center, but it leaves a deep imprint on a certain sensor— It seemed that it was just a short interference signal, one of the numerous error fragments produced when the Deep Blue Well control system crashed. The Ophelia Matrix marked it as "junk data" within a thousandth of a second. , But in the next one thousandth of a second, she unmarked and extracted this "noise".

She didn't know why she suddenly split a thread to deal with this "disturbing noise", which seemed to be some kind of intuition... But there are only these cold steel machines in this underground facility, and the computing nodes made of steel will also produce "intuition". NS?

"...It's not from the Deep Blue Well, but it's not like those'abnormal signals',"" Ophelia "watched" this piece of information that was extracted separately and looked like a garbled code. "Why is there in the system? Will leave this thing..."

She subconsciously checked the system log corresponding to this "garbled code". Fortunately, the content of this part of the log was fairly complete. The log showed that this piece of garbled information was automatically recorded by a sensor located near the confinement ring of the deep blue well base. Time... is one hundredth of a second before the Deep Blue Well exploded.

The hum resounding in Ophelia's matrix suddenly stopped for a moment.

One hundredth of a second before the explosion.

At that time, all the sensors were not damaged, the Deep Blue Well was still running in an orderly manner, and the magic wave... theoretically, it should have not yet reached this planet.

In theory, the so-called "interference" and "noise" should not appear in the system at that time.

In the hall, the buzzing of the calculation matrix sounded again instantly, the original processing thread was quickly adjusted, a part of the new computing power was allocated simultaneously, and the inconspicuous "noise" began to be processed over and over again, Ophelia Submatrix tried all possible ways to restore and recompile these "garbled codes" that seemed to be stuffed into the system. In the end, an extremely vague, even almost completely distorted sound appeared in the system—

"Feel sorry."

…

When the noon sun shines on the spire of the Church of the Holy Light of Cecil, the twelve bells ring on time as daily. This loud chime broke the tranquility of the church area and echoed over the city.

Veronica suddenly opened her eyes in the prayer room.

She quietly stared at the platinum scepter placed on the altar in front of her, as if staring at a symbol that had been frozen in history.

The melodious bells still echoed outside the window, echoing in the sky.

After a long period of silence and gaze, she finally stretched out her hand gently, holding the platinum scepter in her hand like countless times in normal days.

Hundreds of mimicry magic nodes in the depths of the Tarash Plain were activated instantly, and layers of holy brilliance floated around Veronica. In the next second, the noise of the world will be in this carrier. She quickly moved away from her perception, and her spirit was taken by the “bridge” to a place that seemed to be infinitely far away from the world. After crossing a barrier made up of holy light, chant and warmth, it seemed as if she was completely covered by brilliance. The magnificent giant city created appeared in front of her.

The city is boundless, with light-cast barriers lined up in the field of vision, and you can see the solemn church spires and towers. Between them are connected by light-cast roads. Clouds and mists slowly undulate between these roads and the towers. The holy chant lingers in the city like the wind, and in the center of the city, on a huge square with no bounds, huge and amorphous crystals float in mid-air. The crystal slowly rotates with the chant, constantly changing itself in the light. Every surface and every ridgeline of.

Veronica stood quietly in front of the crystal, the platinum scepter in her hand releasing hot temperature as if burning.

After a long time, she finally said, "You did it back then, right?"