Chapter 121
Si Chen’s eyes stayed on the ‘House of the Mind’ and the ‘BE lines’ for a long time. He didn’t look away until static started to appear on the mid-air screen and, as if the signal was poor, the connection suddenly dropped.
The endings for all cleared and un-cleared games were all BE.
Si Chen had every reason to believe that all the endings of “Turing’s Dream” were BE.
This was Turing’s main mission was to ensure the continuance of the Carolian civilization; but the Carolians were extinct and now only the mechanical god they created using their wisdom and hard work remained.
The house of the soul is like a mysterious shit-stirring stick with its shadow everywhere, wrapping all the sore and rotten things under the skin of the game.
On the surface, this Space Fold was related to the Machine crisis and out-of-control servitors, but in fact it was a supernatural natural disaster covered in a layer of skin. It tells the story of the demise of Carolian civilization.
He rummaged through the buffet area that the Eternal Life Abyss had gathered and found that the people were still alive, but the metal wires were still connected to their brains.
“It seems that it is through these metal wires that people enter into the virtual world in the computer.”
This technology was called the “brain-computer” interface.
The Carolians once considered building a large-scale holographic online game to allow the consciousness of the survivors to gain immortality by living in the game.
But as research progressed, this technology was abandoned.
Because these ” soul brothers ” could not give birth to children.
Also, if the body outside dies, the consciousness of the player in the virtual world also dies.
Even they were to be immersed in the virtual world, the researchers inferred that the Carolian population would still grow fewer and fewer until they become extinct.
This technology quickly lost research funding and, like gene medicines, became an adornment of the Carolian civilization.
Si Chen saw a familiar face among the people lying on the ground.
It was Zhao Zixin but he looked a bit older than he had in the game. He looked like a dispirited middle-aged man crushed by life.
He carefully lived through the two worlds for more than sixty years but was ultimately killed by the dream of a neighbor NPC.
It can’t be helped that one would feel frustrated at dying this way.
The game had ended and these wires began to wither; like cotton thread after being burned, leaving a thick strips of ash.
People who were connected with these metal wires began to wake up one after another. Only that their eyes were vacant. It seemed that they had yet to regain full consciousness.
In the end, only one metal wire remained connected to the computer.
Si Chen didn’t dare to move for fear that if this metal wire were to disappear, the human consciousness connected to the computer would be trapped in the virtual world.
Si Chen said to the Eternal Life Abyss, “Little Abyss, go and bring back the person connected to this wire.”
He didn’t want to use child labor but Si Chen needed to guard this computer, to prevent the newly awakened Evolutionaries from snatching it away.
There was no doubt that this computer was a high-dimensional item. Although he didn’t know exactly how it worked, it was able to put to sleep so many people at once, so the level of this prop can’t be low.
Of the many who had entered this Space Fold, only a few people would have been like Ji Chuyao who came to inspect the relics of a civilization. Most of them were here for the money.
High-dimensional items are money. Not only is it money but they may also save your life in some future instance. In the place, only might made right.
Si Chen sat atop the computer table and took out the short knife that White King had given him.
If he guessed correctly, the person connected to this metal wire was Ji Chuyao.
It would be great if Ji Chuyao had woken up but it he hadn’t and his body is forcibly disconnected from the game world, Si Chen was worried that his consciousness would be trapped in the virtual world.
Si Chen’s expression was grave and cautious. His eyes were cold and his aura was imposing.
That cafeteria auntie from his early years, who pitied him and gave him extra spoonfuls of food every day, never could have imagined that the poor weak child, who didn’t dare say a word even when he was bullied, would grow up to be so sharp in the end.
However, as time passed, Si Chen slowly loosened his hold on the knife.
The people who’d woken up remained motionless, just staring blankly at the sky, their eyes unfocused. Occasionally, because of the soreness in their eyes, they would instinctively blink.
These people were in a vegetative state.
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But this kind of continuous death was too silent and Si Chen could not remain indifferent.
He walked to Zhao Zixin and said, “I will find someone to support your daughter.”
Zhao Zixin just blinked.
Fortunately, this oppressive silence did not last long.
“Squeak squeak!”
Mom! I’m back~
From the end of the road, the Eternal Life Abyss rushed over, pulling along a supermarket shopping cart.
Inside the shopping cart was Ji Chuyao.
Its two tentacles crawled along the ground, leaving the remaining one to act as a rope, tied to the plastic armrest of the shopping cart.
The Eternal Life Abyss’ original plan had been to grab Ji Chuyao’s ankle and drag him along but then it remembered that he had given him those delicious chips before so it reluctantly found a cart.
With its current IQ, it couldn’t distinguish between Turing and Ji Chuyao.
Si Chen stood up straight, took a couple of steps forward, then bent down and rubbed the Eternal Life Abyss’ head.
This little head had just been cut in half and the cross-section was covered with newly grown arteries and blood vessels.
He laughed. “Little Abyss is awesome.”
While on the road, in addition to playing cards with the Eternal Life Abyss every day, Si Chen would also occasionally listen to parenting programs.
He knew the importance of praising children.
The Eternal Life Abyss looked even happier.
As expected, Ji Chuyao still hadn’t woken up.
Si Chen observed him for a moment. The metal wire connected to him was thicker than the others.
This metal wire seemed alive and automatically adjusted its length, much like some life forms with low-level IQ.
Although Si Chen had left the game world, this Space Fold had yet to come to an end.
Si Chen thought for a moment and took out his cell phone.
Although there was no signal here, he still opened the chat box with Ji Chuyao.
Si Chen: How do I wake him up?
Turing’s answering reply came in quickly.
-Turn on the computer next to you.
Si Chen’s eyes fell on the desktop computer next to him.
The screen was dark.
After searching for a long time, he finally found the power-on button of this antique machine.
A line of words appeared on the computer’s startup interface.
[Machine Core — Brain-Computer Interface Technology Research Center]
This computer hadn’t been set up with a power-on password.
The entire desktop screen was blue, with only a single software icon on it.
The ‘Turing’s Dream’ game.
Si Chen: And then?
-Open the game.
Si Chen: Can you send all the instructions in one go?
Remembering that the other party was one of the main gods of mechanical civilization after all, Si Chen threw in an emoji at the end to make up for the coldness of his words.
The emoji was of a kitten tugging on a human’s clothes.
Turing thought for a while, deleted the “I” in the dialog box and changed it to “him”.
-Just kill him in the virtual world.
Si Chen: But if he dies in the virtual world, won’t his data be deleted?
Turing: It’s complicated to explain. The game system (the House of the Mind) is trying to hack me by fusing him.
Turing: It’ll be okay.
Since Turing said so, Si Chen felt relieved.
But then he remembered another thing, “Then if I hadn’t come, who would kill this ‘Turing’ in the game?”
Turing: Me.
In fact, Turing had killed many such viruses.
I would kill myself.
He was a ruthless person.
Si Chen clicked on the game.
Turing’s Dream was a pixel style RPG game. The scene on the computer was out in the wilderness. There was a luxurious double bed in the middle; a rope used for hanging dangled on a pagoda tree in the distance.
A lone pixelated figure stood beside the bed.
This was the scene before Si Chen had been ejected from the game.
Below on the screen was a dialog box.
[Turing (Ji Chuyao version): It turns out I was dreaming.]
[Turing (Ji Chuyao’s version): No wonder I got to kiss Si Chen.]
[System prompt: Turing (Ji Chuyao version) mood +1.]
Si Chen: “…”
Thankfully, the Eternal Life Abyss was illiterate. Otherwise, Ji Chuyao would be in for a fight as soon as he got out.
The cutscene ended and Ji Chuyao stood still.
This computer didn’t come with a mouse so Si Chen could only use the keyboard.
He wanted to control the movement of a game character but found that he couldn’t control Turing at all.
Si Chen could only control the “supernatural creatures” on the map.
For example, Si Chen tentatively moved the rope hanging on the pagoda tree to Ji Chuyao.
A big “Miss” popped up over Ji Chuyao’s head.
And then the rope disappeared from the map, as if it had been eaten by the little man.
Si Chen pressed the enter key.
The scene in front of him disappeared and switched to the core control room.
Looking at the small map in the upper left corner of the game screen, this was at the center of the Safe Zone, where the computer rooms were located.
Ji Chuyao was lying in the coffin-like container in the middle. There were wires connected behind him.
Si Chen reluctantly moved the Human Head Ballon in front of Ji Chuyao.
The small pixel man on screen raised his hand and popped the balloon.
[Turing (Ji Chuyao version): It seems to be almost dawn.]
[Turing (Ji Chuyao version): I hope I get to dream about Si Chen tomorrow too.]
Si Chen wanted to laugh and in front of the computer screen, he pursed his lips, stopping the corners of his lips from rising too much.
Soon, it was daytime.
A line of text appeared on the game screen: Day 5, countdown to referendum 2.
During the day, the game mechanism gave Si Chen two opportunities to act.
The NPCs Si Chen could control changed from the supernatural ghosts to some designated Carolians.
The maps he could go to during the day included the computer room, the schools and the dormitories.
There was only Turing in the computer room.
For the schools, he could choose from the primary school, the secondary school, or the university. He encountered different Carolian NPCs in the different locations.
For example, the president of the Freedom Association was in the university; and He Rui was in the secondary school.
There was a dialog box above the president’s head. Si Chen pressed the space button.
[President: I want to be the leader of the Safe Zone! Damn Machines…what do they know!]
Options popped up on the interface.
-Negotiate with Turing.
-Go to the university to give a speech.
-Convene a mobilization meeting of the Freedom Association.
Si Chen thought for a moment and clicked option 2.
[System prompt: The president gained +5 reputation. This has a slight effect on the referendum result.]
Once all the daytime action opportunities were exhausted, the game entered night mode.
At night, Si Chen could not move freely and could only follow the small pixel man.
Because he knew it was useless, he simply gave up his plan to control those psychic high-dimensional creatures.
Black mist filled the map. Every now and then a ghost would float out of the mist.
The little pixel man laying in the coffin-like control center for a long time, finally sat up.
[Turing (Ji Chuyao version): It seems it’s almost dawn.]
[Turing (Ji Chuyao version): Why didn’t I dream this night?]
[System prompt: Turing (Ji Chuyao version) mood -2.]
[System prompt: Warning! Please maintain the mood value of special NPC Turing, otherwise the world line may blacken and destruction mode may be engaged!]
Turing in his night state was like a BUG that was capable of destroying the balance value.
The only way to kill Turing in the game was probably to let the Carolians vote in the referendum to shut down Turing.
But in this cycle, the probability of Turing being voted to be shut down was low.
Sure enough, even though the “President” pulled every string possible, the death-fearing Carolians, finally gave up their “freedom”.
[BE Line 3: Although the Carolians chose to believe in Turing, 30 years later, due to the increasing supernatural disasters, the energy in the Safe Zone eventually ran out. Turing launched the Shelter Project to send the last humans into space.]
[“Nuwa hasn’t come back and I know they won’t be coming back.”]
[He was the last watchman of this lonely planet.]
【END. 】
Si Chen was silent for a moment. He then opened the main game interface and selected “Restart”.
Is Si Abyss old enough to run errands now? Si Chen just trusted it, so I think so <3
Wow, it’s strange feeling
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😂😂😂 only way to get a kiss is to dream 😂😂 why didn’t he dream a fully functional body then instead of the ken doll vr