I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

"Let me talk to them. Although I don't know what to say."

Chen Feng took a step forward and stood in front of the sign board.

Ou Qinglan nodded, pressed the button with his finger, and said in his mouth: "Fanxing, let Chen Feng talk to the collective will of the blank."

In fact, no order from Ou Qinglan was needed at all, and the stars had already begun to act.

A beam of light was projected from above the indicator board and was shining directly on the door of Chen Feng's face.

This light beam can read his brain wave information as accurately as possible, with higher accuracy than ordinary equipment, and at the same time, it can directly transmit the interference signal with a larger amount of information to his brain. The visual center and auditory center in his brain are directly Establish information.

This is of course not memory infusion, but just skips the process of compiling information with language and eyeballs, so that he can quickly obtain information.

Fanxing: "Okay, you can talk to them. You can speak directly with your mouth. While you open your mouth, they can still receive your brainwave signals."

Chen Feng nodded.

He understands the meaning of stars.

The most common way of communication is still language, so you have to open your mouth.

There are two kinds of language in the past, words and words.

Now there is more brainwave communication.

The text is profoundly responsible, because it allows the reader time to think.

Brainwave is responsible for direct, efficient and high-precision communication.

Discourse is responsible for sensation, because the voice can have ups and downs, richer tone and expression changes, and can also cooperate with body language.

Some very subtle feelings need to convey the emotions of the past directly, only through discourse as a medium.

Now what Chen Feng has to do is to persuade these people, so it is best to open his mouth to speak.

A hazy figure appeared in his mind.

This figure is the shape of a person, but its face and shape are changing at an extremely rapid rate.

The rate of change is so fast that it cannot be captured by the naked eye, but the brain's thinking can barely keep up with its speed, which only makes people extremely uncomfortable and dizzy.

A reminder of Ou Qinglan sounded beside him, "Be careful, the figure you see is the collective will of nearly eight million people. The reincarnation switch every 0.11 second will cause you great pressure."

Chen Feng didn't reply, but nodded slightly.

In fact, he adapts quickly. In less than two seconds, he can "gaze" at the hazy figure in his mind.

That is not the noumenon of the collective will of the blank, but a projection medium created by the stars for communication.

The so-called will has no substance, it is produced under the high-speed quantum brainwave resonance system, which is different from the star-like semi-mechanized group consciousness.

Consciousness is illusory, not only in the interworking network space of the laboratory, but also in the mind of every blank person.

But the other party did not take the initiative to communicate with him, and seemed to have no interest in him, still immersed in his own logic calculation process.

Chen Feng took a deep breath and said, "Hello."

"Hello, Chen Feng."

Eight million different voices spoke the same sentence at almost the same moment, and the wonderful resonance of the tone seemed to put people in the valley, listening to the monk chanting the mantra.

The other party's answer made Chen Feng's words instantly brake.

He had planned to introduce himself first, and gave himself various titles, such as the leader in the two fields of science and art two thousand years ago, the killer of artificial intelligence buds, the strongest fighter in human history, the greatness of the coalition government. The leader, the savior of the time-defining timeline, and so on, first bluff this collective personality of unknown maturity, and then as a leader against the invaders, invite these people to join their camp to do something.

He didn't expect to get his name broken in just one mouth.

Explain that Ou Qinglan and Fanxing must have fully conveyed Chen Feng's personal affairs before, but it didn't work. The other party just threw a sentence "why" and then said that he didn't want to care about you.

Chen Feng decided to come straight to the point, "Humanity needs your help."

Blank: "We have given the answer."

"For you, is meaningless death more valuable than helping your fellow race?"

Blank: "We are not of the same race. Secondly, death, the dream-free relief that we dreamed of is not meaningless."

"I helped you eliminate Lei, shouldn't you help me a little?"

Blank: "But you also created buds."

Chen Feng froze.

After a long time, he slowly said: "I'm sorry."

"We didn't mean to blame you. We don't hate you or hate Lei. We don't have hatred. We don't know how to appreciate it. Even if it is not you who killed Lei, but another person who has nothing to do with Lei, neither do we There will be any gratitude. We just cannot find the meaning of existence."

"Am I giving you meaning?"

"But that is yours, humans, not ours."

The topic is back to the original point, "why".

This seems to be a knot that can never be opened.

Are blanks human?

of course.

But they have never enjoyed even one second of their journey as human beings.

Ethically and logically, they are not.

They really have no position to help humanity.

If you want to persuade each other, you can only logically defeat those who have perfect logic.

Lei gave an assessment of the success rate, zero percent.

At this moment, Ou Qinglan next to her exclaimed in a low voice, and the monitoring index for calculating progress on behalf of the blank group in front of her had become 100%.

Ou Qinglan murmured softly, "It's over."

She covered her face and whispered, "Don't go, beg you. I beg you. Humans need you. I beg you!"

Speaking of the back, she was already shouting hysterically with her head in her head, begging bitterly.

But all this is in vain.

No one can cause the blank to have any mood swings.

If they understand sympathy, then they will understand anger, and they will quickly collapse due to their own encounters, enter an endless cycle of despair, and burn all their reason with the anger ignited by the injustice of fate.

In short, the next group of blanks will be like those who have been rescued and failed, quickly decaying their self-consciousness, and quietly and quietly go to death.

Even though Fanxing did not have feelings, she also said in Chen Feng's heart, "There is no hope."

Chen Feng shook his head slightly, "Not necessarily, they haven't left yet. They can't resist the complex emotions of their hearts towards me, so they have to say goodbye to me."

Ou Qinglan raised his head fiercely, "What emotion?"

"They say they don't hate, but they still hate me. They say they are not grateful, but they are also grateful. In this world, no one but me can really let them produce such complex emotional changes. When they take the initiative to break my name At that time, their new collective personality has actually taken a big step forward. You let me come, I am right."

Ou Qinglan: "Ah?"

Chen Feng smiled and rubbed Ou Qinglan's head again, "Little girl, you are still young and don't understand these complex psychological knowledge. Read more books and wait for you to grow up, you will naturally understand."

At this time, Chen Feng, who had already thought of a solution, relaxed a lot and would subconsciously tease Teacher Ou.

Withdrawing his dead hand, he said again, "A new question is brewing in the logic of the blank, which needs my answer. They will only go after I have finished answering."

As expected, the light and shadow of the blank did not disappear quickly, but spoke again.

The tone is calmer and more lonely than before.

"Chen Feng, we are leaving."

"I know."

"You don't keep us like her?"

"No retention, because it doesn't make sense."

"Can you tell us why this is?"

"It's a sacrifice."

Blank: "Why are we?"

They finally got a little angry in their tone.

Chen Feng raised his neck slightly, "I want to give it to myself the same question, why is it me?"

Sure enough, he suddenly said loudly to the stars in his heart: "Publish my memory to them."

It's needless to say how complicated the memory transmission is, which is impossible under normal circumstances.

But the wonderful thing is that the current situation has all the conditions for implementation.

First of all, collective will is impossible.

The process of their birth is full of accidents. Even if all conditions are met, there is still a high possibility of failure, but it may not be possible.

Human memory cannot be stored digitally.

But Fanxing read Chen Feng's memory and stored it in her huge database.

The opposite is a collection of mechanized thinking that can receive data transmission and can also hold huge memory data.

Due to the randomness and instability of the memorized data, a fulcrum is required as a medium during transmission. It is Chen Feng who is standing here.

One by one cannot be broken, and now all conditions are ripe.

Fanxing will not ask "why", and will execute immediately after hearing the words.

After blinking, the extremely large amount of data was running at high speed through the quantum information in Chen Feng's mind, and rushed into the silhouette formed by the collective personality.

The time outside has only elapsed, but for the 8 million people in the collective will, it is a thousand years.

They "watched" Chen Feng's life so far.

Eight million blanks realized Chen Feng's soaring will to struggle in despair, as well as his own strength to carry the civilization's loneliness.

A huge question arose in the logic of collective will.

Obviously...

He was just a mediocre mortal in the 21st century.

He is not even a noble person.

Why can he do this?

We have sacrificed a lifetime.

He has already sacrificed the sixth world, and is about to sacrifice the seventh world.

But he didn't give up. Although he complained, he still went silent.

"why?"

The tone of the blank is raised, and the eight million voices are puzzled and questioned as if Huang Zhongdalu is like Lei Guaner.

Chen Feng did not answer.

"why are you?"

The blank asked again.

Their questions were not answered, and the questions became more and more.

Chen Feng still did not answer.

"Why didn't you think of giving up?"

Chen Feng replied: "Because giving up will not change anything, I am not qualified to give up."

"But you carried it, you did not collapse."

"This is not in line with the basic principles of psychology!" The tone of this sentence has changed, and it is only a part of the conclusions of those who have studied extremely deep gaps in psychology.

This means that the collective will gradually began to split.

The reason for the split is that they have cracked in the absolute logic of their growth environment and the influence of "Song of the World", and their human nature is gradually recovering.

The proportion of this recovery may be very low and very low, none of which can be quantified, but it exists objectively.

Once a person has human nature, there will be emotional changes, and the viewpoint will go in different directions, no longer perfectly coordinated, so split.

Chen Feng smiled, "So I might be selected by fate. Now, in this timeline, you are also unfortunately selected. Do you want to come with me?"

The silence lasted for a long time.

About ten minutes later, eight million voices were split and unified.

"Humans owe us, but we don't blame humans. Humans have done nothing wrong, humans have worked hard, but they have not done it. You owe us, but you have done nothing wrong. You are not the culprit, neither is Lei. The culprit is the shackles of fate that hang over human heads, the solar system barrier! The invaders who are about to arrive! They really owe us!"

"The Liberation Front never gave up on us, and you never gave up on human beings. We have no regrets in this life, thank you for giving us the meaning of our existence. We do not avenge or defeat the enemy, that is your business. We just want to pass You, get the proof that you really existed."

"We... stay. Thank you, Chen Feng."

After finishing speaking, the light and shadow in Chen Feng's mind suddenly dispersed.

Chen Feng raised his head slightly.

The closed metal hall was still dark, but his pupils seemed to faintly see countless subtle starlights flying in the sky, and the tired birds returned to their nests like forests.

Ou Qinglan, who was looking at the monitor at the side, shouted loudly in excitement: "It's moving! It's started! The mathematics demonstration sub-projects that Fan Xing has set up are all progressing! Let me see the estimated completion time, hiss..."

Chen Feng walked over, "What's wrong?"

Ou Qinglan glanced back at eight million mouths of "glass coffins" that seemed to be eternally dead, and muttered: "They are overloading their brain computing power. They have increased our total computing power by 1.8 times, the project It can be completed in six months. They gave us a month to manufacture the equipment."

Chen Feng: "What is the price?"

"At the latest six months and a few days~www.ltnovel.com~ their brains will wither like autumn leaves."

Chen Feng stunned slightly, looked back at the metal room, raised his hand and waved, "Thank you."

Then he gently pulled Ou Qinglan, "Come on, don't disturb them."

When the two were about to walk into the elevator, Fan Xing said in Chen Feng's mind: "Just now they asked me to tell you something."

"Say."

Fanxing: "They say you don't have to be sad for them. On the contrary, they are very excited now. Some of them said that it is better to burn red blood than to die needlessly."

After more than ten minutes, Chen Feng returned to the villa alone.

Ou Qinglan went to Xingfeng Science City.

In addition to advancing his own project progress, Ou Qinglan was also assigned a new task.