War Paradise

"The designer deceived us. Whether it is the old man or the rest of us, they are nothing but chess pieces used by humans."

The observer's nervous voice resounded in the interrogation room, and the judge's dark red eyes were exposed between his fingers, staring at the projected scene emerging in the air.

"Even though the old man hid well, I still found the scene when he was trading with "Pulse". Look, this is the real identity of the old man!"

Following the observer's explanation, the judge saw a picture he had never seen before:

At that time, he was still a "designer" of a translucent humanoid object. The program hidden in his body suddenly started. Through a data connection, he made a brief contact with the "Pulse Entertainment Company" on the earth.

The mission codenamed Youxian Universe was finally launched again.

Faced with the request of Pulse Entertainment, the designer did not raise any questions, but accepted it without hesitation.

Soon after, the old man summoned other "creators" and began to discuss the future of this world:

"Some outsiders are trying to enter this world. I suggest opening the border of the shelter."

Hearing the designer's proposal, the observer laughed wildly, but did not object to it. The objection raised by the judge at that time also appeared in her ears again:

"Outsiders may destroy our sanctuary, and we must not let the world be polluted by them."

"But there are too many people in this world." The death messenger whispered: "Useless impurities need to be disposed of."

"Just kill them," the judge said.

——For the creators, all the life forms born in this world are nothing but humble dust. All they care about is their own safety.

At this moment, the designer put forward a new point of view:

"Allowing outsiders to enter may be an opportunity for us to invade another world."

"Hey, old man, are you stupid?" A mocking female voice sounded from a distance: "Don't forget that we rely on a'quantum computer' made in another world. If we restore contact with them, those outsiders may Will regain control of the power of life and death, and directly clean up us!"

"But do you really plan to live here forever?" the designer asked: "No matter how vast the world is, there will always be an end to it, and philosophers are getting tired of it."

"Yes, we want to get in touch with outsiders and see living'people'." The three philosophers in this world who are responsible for injecting "consciousness" into the creatures said at the same time: "We agree with the designer's point of view."

The thirst for knowledge of these three creators is completely unmatched by others present.

Since they have never been in contact with real material life, they can only refer to various entertainment works found on the server when granting wisdom to the "creatures" in this world.

Because of this, there will be many familiar old game characters in this world. As for the civilians who constitute the main body, they are "tool people" with no individuality, all of them seem to be carved out of the same mold.

"Exactly." The designer nodded approvingly: "In order for this shelter to continue to evolve, it is necessary to contact those dangerous outsiders."

"We don't need to evolve." The judge questioned: "Our own safety is more important than useless evolution."

"Since someone disagrees, let's vote."

The designer took a step forward and stood in the boundless void: "No abstentions are allowed in this vote. You can only choose to support or oppose it. We have 13 people and we can definitely get the result."

The thirteen creators present voted according to the designer's proposal. The designer himself, three philosophers, the death messenger, and the "doctor" voted in favor, while the other six creators, including the judge, voted against it.

In the end, all the creator's eyes fell on the translucent phantom that had not yet made a choice.

"Stop laughing, observer, make your choice." The designer sternly shouted, "Don't let us wait for you."

"Hahahahaha... okay." The translucent figure shook, with a slight smile still in his voice: "I agree with the designer's opinion that those outsiders should be allowed in."

"Seven to six, voting is over." The designer nodded: "I will open the border of the shelter to allow those outsiders from other planes to enter."

"In another world, people are using an entertainment method called'brain imaging game' to kill time. Next, I will develop an interface to make this world a game-like existence in the eyes of those humans."

"This is meaningless..." The judge shook his head: "You will regret it."

...

The meeting a long time ago disappeared from the judge's eyes, and what followed was the strange voice of the observer's yin and yang:

"The old man didn't want to'evolve', nor did he want to invade another world. He was just a human puppet, faithfully executing the program instructions."

"So that old man betrayed us, and I knew it a long time ago. As for why he didn't expose him on the spot, there are other plans."

The judge opened her eyes and stared at the projection above the metal table. She saw a satellite with a black shell moving in the orbit of the moon.

She never knew what the "BLACK-BOX" was, and finally showed her true face:

The satellite’s solar panels shimmered and looked like a sharp cone. Two large engines were installed at the tail, pointed towards the earth, exposing a slender metal tube, like some kind of turret.

"This is the so-called black box, and it is also something that designers have been hiding. Its code name is'God's Finger', which is YOD. When it is activated, the engine will push the weapon back to low-Earth orbit. Attack any location on the earth."

"It has always been connected to another satellite equipped with a quantum computer, and our consciousness was born in the quantum computer. However, this weapon also has another computer installed inside it, which is large enough to accommodate our consciousness."

"We are just human playthings. They treat us as experimental subjects. Even the holders of the highest authority who claim to be the Creator are just ridiculous clowns in the eyes of humans."

"But when my plan was successful, everything was different..."

Even if he knew that he was watching the video, the judge still made a low voice and asked questions to the observer:

"What are you going to...what?"

As if hearing the inquisitor’s question, the observer’s voice suddenly became a bit fanatical, like a mad god, preaching the doctrine to the believers under his command:

"I want to use this satellite to attack the research institute of'Pulse Entertainment Company' and completely cut off the connection between us and the earth. Relying on the large thrust engine installed on this weapon, it will become our'battleship' and carry We are heading to the stars of the universe!"