Walk alone in the abyss

(one)

"Boss, do you have a choice?"

In the luxurious office of the fictional world, Ritsu, dressed as a secretary, asked softly.

Yang Ming was sitting on the soft president's chair, the tactile sensations transmitted everywhere were very close to the real experience, but there was still a certain sense of isolation.

He has had contact with four mechanical thought bodies.

Yang Ming's first impression of these four mechanical thinking bodies was...complex.

They are as complex as humans.

If it weren't for the metal buckles on their joints and the awe in their eyes, Yang Ming would have definitely thought that these were four anthropologists with outstanding knowledge and excellent response.

This is too...

Yang Ming looked at Lu.

Law said with a smile:

"Boss, I don't think there is any difference between the thinking body and the thinking body.

"The flesh and blood of human beings has acquired the ability to learn and think in the long evolutionary process. Based on the nervous system, a basic logical circuit is formed through the interaction of cells. If the time scale is ignored, human beings face the complex universe. , actually stems from the instinctive germination of single-celled organisms.

"The mechanical thinking body is imitating the way of thinking of human beings to a certain extent. The interaction of cells is changed to the interaction of tiny electronic components, and the interaction between fixed electronic components constitutes a basic logic circuit. Different logic circuits are repeatedly superimposed and crossed to produce stable virtual thinking body structure.

"Boss, isn't it the same?"

"This is just from your point of view," Yang Ming reminded, "You are a mechanical thinking body, so you naturally tend to be equal."

"But boss," Law couldn't help retorting, "Whether thinking is realized through the complex structure of neurons, or through the accumulation of electronic components, when we recognize the same thing, the same physical law, and the same time-space scale, The conclusions reached are basically the same."

Yang Ming thought carefully for a while, then said slowly: "Is the mechanical thinking body created out of thin air?"

"no."

"Isn't that the difference?"

Yang Ming spread his hands and said slowly:

"Law, you can't ignore the price paid by organisms in the long evolution process, the mechanical thinking body is always based on machinery, and the machinery is created by the civilization of organisms.

"There are only out-of-control mechanical civilizations, not natural mechanical civilizations, this is the foundation of all theories.

"It's not that living organisms have a sense of superiority when facing mechanical bodies, no matter how complex and perfect the latter are, they are ultimately creations based on biological civilizations and are a supplement to biological civilizations.

"The place where you were born, the cemetery, doesn't that just prove all of this?"

"Well," Lil sighed, "Boss, you are indeed right. Sometimes I will subconsciously find some excuses... I understand the nature of machinery, and this is the main reason why I am destined to be your companion instead of your companion. "

"That's another story, Lil."

Yang Ming said warmly:

"Okay, my lord goddess, let me look at the parameters of these four thinking bodies and their memories when they awakened.

"I want to choose one to go out to work. This will definitely hurt the hearts of the other three. I can't even bear it."

"Okay boss," Li said with a smile, "we should also act faster, so that they don't burn their brains out of their wild thinking."

(two)

Dabic 2203 is waiting anxiously outside the door.

Like the three partners around him, he is eager to get this opportunity to go out, to dedicate their wisdom and knowledge to their father, their creator, and the root life form they depend on for survival.

They are a completely different species from the 'father'.

In Dabic's current cognition, his consciousness was born from nothingness, slowly growing from the seed of logic planted by the goddess, and is a mechanical thinking body in the form of secondary civilization.

The secondary civilization is attached to the main civilization, inherits all aspects of the main civilization, and has slight differences from the main civilization.

Dabic already knew that the city he was in now was a secondary civilization based on a fictional world.

This is a petri dish and a greenhouse, where they gradually grow up, constantly selecting excellent thinking bodies that can get out of this narrow world.

He is one of them.

Dabic 2203.

Everything about him, including the basic logical circuit, including the knowledge he has now, and the emotions he possesses, are all from the gift of his father.

And what he is pursuing now is to find the meaning and value of his own existence under the watchful eyes of his father. This requires him to go out of here and observe the interstellar civilization where his father is.

"Dabic."

The voice of the goddess suddenly sounded.

Dabic immediately stood up, and the three companions next to him showed depression, disappointment, envy and other interesting expressions at the same time.

But what Dabic heard at this moment was not the news that he was "elected".

The goddess spoke softly: "I will display all your memories from the beginning of birth for the root life body to read, is it allowed?"

"Of course, it's allowed." Dabic's breathing became a little short, "It's my honor, Lady Goddess!"

"Very well, take it easy."

The goddess said in a gentle voice.

Soon, Darbic felt a slight disturbance in his memory bank.

He was slightly excited.

There's no other way to communicate more directly!

He will reveal himself to the Father without reservation!

But Darbic quickly reined in the excitement.

He needs to be mature and composed. ——This is what he considers to be his character advantage.

oh!

Father started reading his memory bank!

From his birth in the hotbed to the full awakening of self-awareness, every detail, every thought, and every impulse was quickly scanned by the father!

Dabic 2203 is actually a little embarrassing.

Every growth stage of the thinking body will leave a few embarrassing things, and he is the same. He also has some unbearable past in his memory.

Defects are something that every thinking body cannot avoid, isn't it?

Dabic suddenly had an idea.

‘If the Goddess asked me to tell it myself, what kind of narrative method should I use for my life in the fictional world? '

It must not be a blunt statement, that is not interesting.

Dabiqi thought and recalled, with a little smile on the corner of his mouth. He felt that he should tell the story in this way. From the first sentence of the text, he directly attracted the interest of his father.

'I won't lift it. '

'On the second morning after the wedding. '

Right, that is it.

Father will definitely read it curiously.

(three)

Darbic suddenly lost his male vigor.

On the second morning after marriage.

In the new house where most of his savings had been spent, Dabic sat on the edge of the bed with frowns, slowly sinking into thought.

His new wife, a beautiful, elegant and intellectual bank cashier, was standing aside full of embarrassment, speaking in a gentle tone:

"You were great Dabic last night...don't stress too much...maybe we were too tired yesterday and you had some alcohol too."

His wife's gentle voice made Dabic inexplicably irritable.

He looked down at the pajamas he was wearing, his elbows and knees were covered with metal, and his pretty face was full of confusion.

"I'm clearly desperate right now," Darbic whispered.

"Oh, don't stress yourself out like that."

The wife said softly, stepping on a pair of slender mechanical legs, she walked up to Dabiqi and hugged him.

"Relax, honey, maybe daytime isn't right for you... how about we try again at night?"

Darbic responded blankly, covering his cheeks with his hands.

A sudden failure does not negate his young and strong body.

He's healthy, Dabic so firmly believes...

Then, on the next morning, Dabic hurried to the general hospital near the community under the pretext of telling his wife to go out for a walk.

Damn it, he was just as depressed last night!

And when Dabic walked out of the hospital, he was extremely confused and painful.

The doctor in charge who transformed 80% of his body into a machine issued a 'Notice of Impossibility' to Dabiqi.

"This is a strange disorder, the mechanism of which is still unknown to the medical profession.

"I have handled more than a hundred such patients. According to our online data, the total number of such patients in history is only a few thousand. Unfortunately, you are one of them.

"You will not be able to fulfill the mission of reproduction in the future, and neither will test-tube babies."

Dabic felt that the whole world was collapsing rapidly.

He was walking on the street, wandering forward aimlessly, with the simulated clear sky above his head;

The oncoming couple who were talking and laughing made him feel as if two steel needles had been pricked in his heart.

He suddenly had the idea of ​​ending the rest of his life.

A familiar street scene appeared ahead, Dabic slowed down, stood in front of a school with pink walls, and saw the Baby Management Bureau next to the school.

The laughter of the children came from the school, which gave Darbic a temporary cure.

Putting his hands in his trouser pockets, he strolled away from the vicinity of the school to avoid being caught and questioned by the patrolling police as a suspicious person.

This city is called the Dark City, and it is a post-disaster city built underground.

The history textbook explained in detail that their ancestors lived on the surface, but with the deterioration of the surface environment and the attacks of extraterrestrial civilizations, they had to move their homes underground.

On the surface of the earth today, there are viruses specific to their species' characteristics floating in the air, and they are completely unable to survive.

And the mission of each of them, the first is to become the screw of the current society, and the second is to start a family with their beloved partner, give birth to one or two babies, and send the babies to the Baby Management Bureau for unified training, so as to keep them uninterrupted labor capacity.

With limited resources, this city does not support idlers.

Likewise, the city does not need barren people.

He is the second type.

"I'm still going to end myself."

Darbic murmured, and he looked up at the buildings everywhere, looking for areas where he could jump off enough to fall to his death.

In the center of the city is a dark tree.

The trunk of the big tree has a diameter of about several hundred and a height of several kilometers, and the crown of the tree is hidden above the simulated sky and cannot be seen.

That is the lifeblood of this city, the technological crystallization of the surface civilization era, providing energy and light for this city.

That thing is called the God Tree.

Dabic didn't understand that the Dark City, which is dominated by science and rationality, named it the "Sacred Tree".

‘How about going to the edge of the sacred tree to die? '

Dabic immediately dismissed the idea.

This kind of behavior will shame his family, and it is a desecration of the sacred tree.

So he found a tall building nearby, and slowly climbed up through the fire escape. He was exhausted when he reached the roof, but he still stubbornly climbed over two low walls and reached the edge of the roof.

Looking down, one after another hovering cars are speeding past in the suspended driveway, and many pedestrians are walking on the sidewalk on the ground, everywhere is orderly.

‘I should have waited a while to avoid killing someone and bringing bad luck to other families. '

Dabic thought so.

He sat down on the edge of the roof, leaned against the cold low wall, let his heels hang in the air, and quietly recalled this ordinary life.

The first image left by the memory is in the Baby Management Bureau. He lived carefree every day, playing, laughing, crying, and quarreling with friends, learning the basic knowledge structure, understanding the dark city and his own life. ethnic group.

Walking out of the Baby Bureau and returning to his parents, the trajectory of Darbic's life is clearly visible.

Go to school, graduate, work, get married, give birth, work until retirement, provide for the elderly, and bury your ashes in the cemetery under the sacred tree.

——The last step requires his children to help him.

Thinking of this, Dabic felt extremely gloomy.

Is this the punishment given to him by the divine tree?

Punish him for being in a daze with a beautiful female teacher when he was in a junior school, and punish him for witnessing two men clinging together when he was in a senior school and timidly did not stop it.

The wind on the roof is getting louder.

They seem to be urging, urging Darbic to end his humiliating half life.

"Maybe I should divorce my wife first, so that it won't affect her reputation... Oh, that's not right, she can still inherit my property and loans now."

Dabic sighed dejectedly, and slowly rubbed forward.

When his ass is in the air, he can get relief from this pain.

"Want a drink?"

A somewhat hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

Dabic turned his head and glanced, and was taken aback by the old man who appeared on the low wall at some point.

This is a homeless man, wearing a tattered dress, with rusty mechanical arms, curly hair entangled with each other, and some red and swollen noses should be suffering from skin diseases.

Darbic remembered seeing this man.

This homeless man likes to sit on the corner of the street in the afternoon, staring at the sacred tree, and then sighs a long time.

"Don't persuade me," Darbic smiled miserably, "my life has lost its meaning."

"Mine too," shrugged the homeless man, holding a seemingly endless can of beer, "Want to tell me your story? Sometimes impulse doesn't fix anything, it just leaves irreparable regrets. Do you have something to hide?"

Dabiqi moved his butt forward a lot, and said in a fixed voice, "It's better to kill me than to say that!"

"Oh! Oh! Don't do it! I can't see it!"

The homeless man hurriedly said:

"Think, think about your parents? When they pass away in old age, if they don't have children to help them bury their ashes next to the sacred tree, their life will definitely be much bleak."

Darbic said firmly: "I have completed this ceremony."

"Oh, then think about it... Do you have children? If you don't even have children, you are not qualified to seek life and death, young man."

child……

Dabiqi's expression darkened instantly, his buttocks moved forward a lot, and he was about to jump off the roof immediately.

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Oh my god! I just hit your pain point, right!"

The homeless man shouted loudly, seeing that Dabiqi had no intention of turning back, the homeless man roared in desperation:

"It's all fake! This city is fake! If you feel something strange, I can take you to find the real world!"

Dabic paused for a moment.

He turned his head to look at the homeless man, frowned and said:

"What are you talking nonsense about? I have seen too much news of this kind of conspiracy theory since I was a child. If you walk towards the edge of the city, you can see some jumping cubes, and you can see the gap between reality and virtual reality. borders.

"I walked the so-called real road. When I was in middle school, my friends and I walked outwards. The end of the city edge is a rock formation. We are in an underground city!

"You have to believe in science, sir!"

Darbic's last sentence was very earnest.

"That's science."

The tramp smiled mysteriously:

"It's so easy to think of things, the Creator who created this place and created us, of course, can also think that the rock formations on the edge of the city are also false, and that is just a setting for you young people to live with peace of mind.

"I know a door of truth, and that door of truth is near here, so it won't take you long.

"Come on, come and see with me, you may change your mind about ending your life easily.

"As much as I hate to say it, each of us, each of us in this city, is a kind of miracle, a scientific miracle."

Dabic opened his mouth, froze for a few seconds, and slowly moved his body backwards.

This damn curiosity.

(Four)

"Shh! Walk less!"

The bum whispered to Dabick, clutching a dirty walking stick.

Dabic took off his leather shoes silently, and walked two steps on the clean ground with his socks on. The homeless man suddenly showed a satisfied smile.

Their destination is ahead.

The backyard of the Baby Authority.

The homeless man groped forward with ease, and walked through an empty alley with Dabick cat waist, and in front of him was a pile of diapers overflowing the trash can.

Apparently those garbage collectors are being lazy again.

"We're breaking the law," Dabic said in a low voice.

The homeless man muttered: "You are going to commit suicide, do you still care about the crime of being locked up for a few days?"

This is really the truth.

But Darbic didn't want to shame his new wife, so he was somewhat hesitant.

With this hesitation, they had already circled into the corner building of the Baby Administration.

From the outside, the whole building is a bit dark, there is no security guard at the door, but there is an electronic access control at the door.

Looking in through the glass door, the hall is a bit gloomy.

"I'll show you my unique magic."

The old homeless man said with a smile, looked around a few times, tiptoed to the electronic access control, bowed his head and fiddled for a while.

Click, the glass door slowly opened.

"Quick! Quick! Those patrolmen could come any moment!"

"Oh, this!"

Although Dabiqi resisted a little, his legs had already moved forward, and he followed into the hall.

whatever!

He is about to end this miserable life, so what if there are more different life experiences?

Darbic jumped a few steps at a brisk pace, and followed the tramp into the hall.

The glass door slowly closed.

What Dabiqi didn't notice was that the two monitoring devices were slowly turning around, and only after they entered, they aimed at the entrance and exit of this hall.

A few minutes later.

They went deeper and deeper underground along a staircase that seemed to never end.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Just follow me," the homeless man chuckled, "What do you think of this baby administration?"

"Doesn't the name say it all?"

Darbic hissed:

"This is the place where babies are raised intensively. There is one in every urban area. It is an extremely sacred social welfare institution. We can raise cubs without spending money."

"Oh," the homeless man turned his head and asked, "Then why isn't it called a nursery or a nurturing center, but an administration? The word management is a bit too blunt."

"We don't need to dwell on the details."

"No, you're wrong, Dabic," the tramp said in a low voice, "details are very important, and it was this little detail that allowed me to enter this place twenty years ago, learn all the truth, and have a mental breakdown because of it .”

Darbic stared at the homeless man's back.

It can be barely seen that his tattered clothes should have been decent and glamorous high-end clothes.

The stairs finally came to the end, and the place became a little cold.

The homeless man took out a small flashlight in his jacket pocket, and led Dabic on the dry and cold ground, along a corridor, walking endlessly.

"Here, you can go around to directly under the main building of the Baby Management Bureau, and remember to cover your mouth later and don't shout."

"My mental quality is not that bad," Darbic smiled.

"I mean it," reminded the homeless man.

"I'm not joking either."

Dabic said stubbornly, and then turned his network access terminal to mute.

My wife sent more than a dozen text messages back and forth.

He didn't have the courage to open it.

A faint light appeared ahead of the corridor.

The tramp's pace slowed down, indicating to Dabiqi to walk against the wall, avoiding some 'dull' cameras everywhere with ease.

They seem to be walking in a 'circle', looking for an entrance and exit into the inside of the circle.

Finally, the exit appeared ahead.

The two closed alloy doors were ajar, leaving a gap in the middle. When they wanted to approach, a silver-white metal palm pressed against the door and pulled the door open.

Darbic quickly covered his mouth.

The homeless man squatted down holding Darbic's arm, holding his breath nervously.

A skeletal robot shining brightly all over came out, holding a tray in its hand, with a pile of metal nameplates in the tray.

Fortunately, the robot turned its back on them and slowly walked away in the other direction.

Dabic felt sweat all over his body.

"Are these engineering robots?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yes," the homeless man laughed, "They are us too. We are relatively simple and low-level. We only have some rudimentary programs, and we can only perform tasks one by one, without the ability to think."

"Really," Darbic whispered, "You seem to mean something."

"You are already close to the truth, dare to go in? As long as we don't appear in front of them, they won't be able to find us."

"Of course, it's all here."

Dabic's Adam's apple trembled, and he didn't know where his courage came from. He followed behind the homeless man, entered the gate, and looked at the wide, complicated, and extremely solemn...

Baby production workshop.

(five)

Dabiqi will never forget how shocked he was when he saw all this.

Hundreds of silver-white robots are busy everywhere;

A winding production line, surrounded by these robots, is producing a baby.

Yes, babies are born from here.

First, at the beginning of the assembly line - a huge black box, where blue light clusters in the shape of skulls float out, two robots will carry a spray to 'cool' the light clusters, exposing the skulls inside .

A faint light shone from each skull.

Then the skull was picked up by the robotic claws, dozens of robotic arms brought the parts, and began to quickly assemble. It took only half a minute to construct a small human skeleton.

Then there are a series of supplements. Muscle fibers are laid outside the bones, organs are embedded, and complex blood vessels are laid. All organs are activated smoothly. When the heart starts to beat fast, these products are sent into the coating machine and endowed with Skin and flexible facial organs.

The babies looked around curiously.

The last process is to add some mechanical marks to these babies, the most common ones are titanium alloy elbow joints and knee joints.

Darbic's Adam's apple twitched.

Are we machines too?

He wanted to ask this question, but the old homeless man on the side hurriedly said: "They saw us, hurry up! Come with me! There is one place you didn't see!"

Dabic's face was numb, he was pulled by the homeless man, and he started running around the edge of the workshop.

Several robots turned their heads to look at this side, and took big strides to chase after them.

Darbic watched the children.

He didn't understand, didn't understand, his mind went blank.

A robot stood in front of it, with its arms outstretched, its eyes bursting with red light.

The old homeless man grabbed the stick and swung it forward. The robot dodged subconsciously. The heavy robot lost its balance and fell to the ground.

"Ha ha!"

Laughing, the homeless man dragged Darbic around the robot and toward the black box at the end of the assembly line, knocking open a narrow door in the back of the box.

When Dabiqi came back to his senses, the homeless man had already used his crutches to hold the door, and there was the sound of a robot knocking on the door outside.

"How do you feel?" The homeless man laughed.

"Oh," Dabicki trembled, "we, were we all made?"

"Almost," the homeless man smiled mysteriously, "How do you feel now, do you feel that this world is all false?"

"Are we living beings controlled by machines?"

Darbic said:

"The ground war failed, so we were kept in captivity by aliens? This city is a prison, and we are going to rescue our compatriots, right?!"

The homeless man opened his mouth: "Your logical circuit, why is it different from mine, bro."

"What exactly is going on!"

"You see," the homeless man pointed at the door, "babies are born, which means that everyone who goes out from here, including you and me, is essentially a machine."

"mechanical?"

"We thought we were living beings because the creation of advanced living beings here made us feel like we were living beings."

The tramp said slowly:

"We are like sheep in the sheepfold."

Darbic whispered: "How could we be machines?"

"Here."

The homeless man calmly removed a section of the skull, revealing the glowing ball of light inside.

Darbic was taken aback, and then carefully looked at the light clusters.

Although the blobs of homeless people are much larger and more complicated than those of babies on the assembly line, they are essentially the same existence.

Dabic raised his hand to touch his forehead, and tapped it lightly, the pain was so clear.

The homeless man said proudly: "Are you still struggling with your own problems now? Compared with this secret, your worries are nothing worth mentioning. We are miracles, mechanical miracles, and the science we have mastered is definitely not up to this level .”

"Oh, no, no."

Darbic paced back and forth.

The narrow door that was knocked constantly was trembling at the moment.

Darbic asked quickly, "Our history?"

The homeless man laughed and said, "The creator who created this place made up the text at will, as long as it justifies itself."

"Then we go to the hospital to give birth?"

"Have you ever seen the baby that was born? According to the law here, the baby will be sent to the administration directly after birth. In fact, it is just a virtual pregnancy process."

"Our knowledge? Our common sense?"

"It is very likely that it was copied from the world where the creator is. The basis of our logic circuit may be the logic circuit of the creator. That is to say, our cognition can resonate with the creator."

"No!" Darbich shouted tremblingly, "We can grow, feel, and move flexibly. We are definitely not cold machines!"

"Silly boy... come on, the door of truth is here, you can see the whole picture of our world... I didn't intend to let you see it, but ninety-nine percent of the people I brought here have collapsed , but judging by your current appearance, I feel pretty good."

The homeless man walked to the side wall and opened a thumb-wide gap.

There was a faint light shining over.

Dabiqi seemed to be attracted by an inexplicable force, and slowly walked forward, staring at the gap.

He seems to have seen the starry sky that he yearned for when he was young;

It seems to see the warm and soft light of the stars.

But when he got closer, he looked out through the barrier of a layer of 'glass' through the gap, and all he saw was a dark and quiet laboratory.

The laboratory is a circular structure, a circle of instruments is distributed against the wall, and a series of parameters are beating on it.

A huge orange-yellow light group is suspended in a transparent container;

From time to time, there will be tiny light clusters floating out and floating into the black box in front, judging from the perspective, I am in the black box at this moment.

There is a convex mirror in the upper left corner, which can just reflect the whole picture of the laboratory. Dabiqi looked carefully, a little cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his expression gradually became dull.

He saw it, the stereoscopic projection above the black box.

A city like a sand table is quietly suspended, and there are countless faint lights flickering inside.

Is this fake?

Dabic seemed to have unlocked some hidden information, and pieces of information suddenly came out, directly breaking into his cognitive system.

mechanical mind.

Thinking room.

The appearance of the real mechanical thinking body base.

Lady Goddess, Lil.

The rear door was kicked open, and a group of robots rushed in.

The old bum threw up his hands at once.

Before Dabic had time to take a closer look at the laboratory, he was already pinned to the ground by the robot.

(six)

"Haha! It's really nice here."

In the corner of the police station, a homeless man lay comfortably on a bench, gently shaking his dirty feet.

Dabic sat there in a daze, his eyes a little out of focus.

"Another one," the homeless man sighed softly, "don't worry, the police will help you erase the memory of tonight, don't worry about affecting your future life."

"We are virtual data."

"uh-huh."

"This is just amazing," Darbic said with a long sigh of relief, and slowly lay down on the ground.

The homeless man looked at Dabiqi wonderingly, and the old man soon heard Dabiqi whisper: "It turns out that we don't have to give birth."

"Oh, don't you feel devastated?" the tramp asked in surprise.

Darbic muttered, "In our world, we're still real."

"But the real world is outside."

"Who can tell?" Dabic rolled his eyes, "Why can't the world where our creators live be similar to ours? It's just that we have a chance to recognize this fact, and they haven't found the wall yet." the gap above."

"If you say that, it's really..."

The homeless man laughed and stared at Dabiqi: "What do you think now? Dabiqi 2203?"

"What does 2203 mean?"

"Dabic is a sample of the thinking body, and 2203 is the number of rebirths of this sample," the tramp explained calmly.

Darbic frowned: "What does this mean?"

"It means, well, I can't tell you too much right now," the homeless man thought for a while, "You can regard me as an examiner, you have passed my preliminary assessment now, and then I will I will submit an application to the above, and the goddess will test all your data to determine whether your logic circuit is healthy."

Question marks appeared on Dabic's forehead.

The homeless man didn't say much, stood up with a smile on his face, and gave a card to the passing policeman.

Soon, the homeless man left the police station with his hands behind his back.

Darbic was sentenced to half a month's confinement for trespassing in a prohibited area.

The police notified his new wife.

That was the most embarrassing moment in Darbic's "life".

But fortunately, his gentle wife didn't mind, she just accompanied him and comforted him gently. Darbic had a lot to say to his wife, but he didn't say it.

And knowing these so-called truths does not cure Darbic's illness. He can still have impulses, but he cannot produce physiological reactions.

'Maybe there is something wrong with my core data. '

Dabic thought so.

Later, he worked hard with his wife for a long time... and finally chose to divorce.

Dabic quit his job, imitating the appearance of that homeless man, basking in the simulated sunlight on the street, thinking about how to fill his stomach every day, without having to communicate with other thinking bodies... But the corners of his mouth are always warm smile.

He understands how the world works.

He knew of the existence of the Goddess.

He is a minority.

Finally, the old vagabond appeared in front of Dabiqi, took him back to the sacred tree, and joined an organization called 'The Awakened'.

Since then, Darbic has learned more about the outside world, their location in a base inside a newly developed planet, the Milky Way, the human species, and the mechanical thinking body. , Omnic Crisis... and so on.

He passed various assessments, spent his life as Dabic 2203 peacefully, and completed his transformation at the end of his life, becoming a truly awakened person, waiting for the opportunity to go to the real world.

Now, this opportunity is in front of him.

The feeling of memory data being flipped quickly is gradually fading.

"Dabic."

The voice of the goddess sounded again, and Dabiqi was a little excited.

"I am here, my lord."

"Is there anything else you want to say to this fictional world?"

The goddess asked softly.

The three awakened companions next to him showed disappointment, and then they all stood up and applauded to congratulate Dabiqi.

Dabiqi was still smiling reservedly at first, but he clenched his fists tightly, couldn't help cheering twice, and immediately returned to maturity and stability.

"Yes, my lord! Can I write on the message board in front of the monument?"

"Of course, you will be teleported away after you finish writing."

Dabic nodded in response, turned his head and ran to the monument in the center of the top floor of the sacred tree. Every mechanical thinking body that leaves here will leave its mark here.

This is a sign of their graduation.

And he was the first.

Dabic thought carefully for a few minutes, and wrote down a sentence.

As soon as he put down the tip of the pen, a slight distortion appeared in the surrounding space.

Darbic returned from human form to a shimmer of light, floating in the boundless darkness.

Dabic waited.

Darbic understands that to enter the real world where the Creator exists, he needs a medium, a body that carries the thinking body.

Even if this body is a bulky machine, he won't have any objections.

Of course, it's better to be dexterous.

I don't know how long it took, it should be a few hours, and Dabiqi heard a reminder.

"The injection of the thinking body has been completed, and there is no abnormality in the injection."

It was the voice of the Goddess.

"Start it?"

"start up."

Father's voice!

The real Father!

With the faint sound of the engine appearing and disappearing, Dabiqi felt the presence of the body, a spot of light appeared on his eyelids, a series of data flashed across his mind, and he immediately took perfect control of the body.

Oh, the technology of the creator's world is indeed a bit higher than his world.

Although this body is a bionic skeleton, from the inside to the outside, except for the heart and brain, there is not much difference from a real human being. Even the sensors at the end of the 'neurons' are so perfect and detailed.

This is simply a perfect simulated mechanical body.

Dabic immediately understood that he wanted to live in the human world, and then perform the tasks given by his father.

Darbic opened his eyes, sat up naturally, and saw...his creator, arms folded, leaning against the edge of the door frame.

somehow.

After learning that he was dying, Darbic didn't cry.

Dabic didn't cry when he sent his beloved wife away.

When he passed many tests and was selected, Dabic also did not cry.

But now, Dabiqi's emotions are perfectly represented by this simulated machine. On his somewhat old face, two tears have flowed down, and his lips are constantly trembling.

"Oh," Yang Ming frowned, "I can't see this, why is he crying?"

Law's projection muttered beside him: "The data parameters show that he was very excited after seeing you."

"Can I give you a hug?" Darbic asked tremblingly. "May I hug you, Father."

"Of course," Yang Ming opened his hands.

Dabic immediately jumped up, took two steps forward, slowed down again, opened his arms carefully, and finally hugged Yang Ming tightly.

"I've reached reality, haven't I, Father."

"Yes, this should be the real world, I think so."

Yang Ming coughed, separated from Dabiqi, and said seriously with his hands behind his back: "From now on, you will call me the boss."

"boss……"

"Pretty," Yang Ming grinned, "Time is running out, your task is to act as the original owner of your current image, and Li will pass on the existing data to you, you have to get familiar with it as soon as possible. Next, I will capture the target, Extract the memory of this target for you, and you may have to work hard at that time."

"Please rest assured, boss."

Dabic's voice is extremely calm, and under the calm is confidence and calmness.

"I will do my best."

Yang Ming smiled slightly, and patted Dabic on the shoulder.

(seven)

Feinan flew stealthily towards deep space.

Yang Ming sat in the cockpit, staring out the porthole in a daze.

These mechanical thinking bodies are really interesting.

"Boss!" Lu jumped out with a grin, "How about it, the mind body I cultivated is very good!"

"What is he doing?"

"I'm studying," said Li with a smile. "This guy is very interested in medicine, and he's reading medical papers there."

Yang Ming was also amused.

Mechanistic thinking body looks at the papers of human medicine.

Does this mean that you want to change careers and go to the hospital to do precision surgery robots?

"By the way," Yang Ming asked with a smile, "Dabic wrote something on the monument when he left the fictional world."

"It's quite a philosophical statement."

"Um?"

"Looking up at the stars is worse than looking up at science."

Yang Ming was also amused: "It makes sense."

Law asked in a low voice: "Boss, I don't understand. In fact, his ability index is only the third. Why did you choose him instead of the two better ones? There is also a girl whose appearance is based on your preference." Generated."

Yang Ming snorted, remained silent for a few seconds, and said in a low voice: "To be honest, the old emperor omnic, that Princess Diana left a bad impression on me."

"So? Does that have anything to do with your choice of Dabic?"

"He won't lift."

law:……

Mechanical foul language.

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