Chapter 1135 Preparations for the Elderly to Go Online

Latest URL: User "High Speed ​​Buck" enters the neural network pre-connection area.

Amoen felt a voice resounding directly in his mind—this voice startled him at first, because he hadn’t heard such a thing that echoed directly in the depths of his consciousness for a long time, and it even made him For a moment he thought he had accidentally connected to the mortal believers in the real world again, but soon he calmed down and became confused by the word "high-speed buck" mentioned by the voice.

... He understands these few words, but how to form phrases? Why do I always feel that this phrase is vaguely weird? Who is speaking? The fabled network administrator or some mind on autopilot?

Amoen was thinking suspiciously, but before he could figure out anything, the lights and shadows dangling in front of his eyes quickly became clear, which also diverted his attention—this former God of Nature appeared for the first time in cyberspace. Once he opened his "eyes", he saw that he was standing in an almost pure white space. This space was extremely vast, but it was not endless. In a very distant place, he could see snow-white walls rising from the ground. Then, it extends upwards into the endlessly high light, and on the off-white ground under the feet, you can see neatly arranged, shimmering blue fine grids, and from time to time in the surrounding air, you can see the sky falling rapidly. The runes, those runes appeared like raindrops, fell quickly, and melted into the grid lines of the floor.

This is really a strange place... It looks empty. Is this the so-called "neural network mind space"? It seems to be the name...it doesn't seem to make much sense...

More and more doubts appeared in Amorn's heart. He vaguely remembered that Milmina seemed to have told him some common sense about this space before. The few nervous mortal technicians who came here to install equipment seemed to be He also explained some things to himself, but for some reason, the useful knowledge was quickly forgotten after entering here. He just looked at this place in confusion, not knowing what to do next.

But at this moment, the soft but emotionless voice came into his ears again, interrupting the wild thoughts of the former god: "There is an anonymous visitor applying to enter your pre-connection area, do you accept the visit? You can always Eviction of visitors."

Amorn is not very good at the weird technological gadgets created by these mortals, but he does not lack the ability to understand. He understood the meaning of the voice, and after being slightly surprised, he quickly tried to respond: "Accept, how should I accept the words? Say it out? Or just think about it in your heart..."

Before he could finish speaking, the voice that echoed directly in his mind sounded: "Visitor applications have been accepted, the neural network is preparing for mind projection, please wait..."

Amoen was startled, and said to himself helplessly: "Well, I still don't understand whether to say it or just think about it in my heart.

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He muttered, and before the words fell, he suddenly noticed something emerging in the air not far away—that was a large number of chaotic and shaking light and shadow lines, and then the light and shadow lines began to condense and combine into a clear human body , In just one or two seconds, he saw a lady wearing a complicated and gorgeous court black dress appeared there.

The lady had a sweet and calm face, silvery-white shadows shone at the end of her long black hair, and her night-sky-like long dress had exquisite silver patterns and light golden tassel pendants. She stood there like a lady from the palace. The noble lady who walked out exuded a mysterious and lazy temperament - but this temperament seemed to have no meaning to Amoen.

He quickly recognized the identity of that figure with his intuition. It was an uninvited tenant, a pioneer of Internet technology, a running enthusiast in the shadow world, a practitioner who left his post without authorization, and praised him at his funeral God - Lady Mirmina.

"I guessed it was you," Amon said calmly, looking at the figure not far away, "What's going on here? Is this the so-called 'neural network'?"

"I knew you had forgotten what I told you, and it was right to come to help," Mirmina walked towards Amoen with a trace of helplessness in her tone, "Don't you remember? I told you, you It will first enter a preparatory area-the virtual space in the neural network is like a real world that operates in an orderly manner, in which activities have its own rules, and any user must make preparations before entering the network for the first time, including setting himself in The image in the network and the feeling of adapting to the neural connection, and then you can officially enter that world.

"Of course, it is said that the very beginning of cyberspace was not like that. At that time, as long as users established a connection, they would be thrown directly into the virtual space, but after several accidents where first-time users almost got lost, those mortal technicians We have perfected the rules of this cyberspace. After all, this thing is used by a large number of ordinary people, and those ordinary people are not trained superhumans with strong willpower..."

"Okay, okay, I understand, this is 'preparatory work before birth'," Amoen said again and again, "So we are actually standing outside the gate of that world, I need to do something here... ...You have to prepare to enter, right?"

While talking, he couldn't help looking at Mirmina a few more times—although the other party's image at the moment still roughly maintains her "mythical posture", there is obviously a big difference between the two. Looks more like an ordinary mortal, with a materialized body and a clear face, at least... she must have legs under her skirt now.

"So that's your 'preparation'? Make yourself look more mortal...it makes sense, after all, we're going to enter a world full of mortal images, and we can't allow ourselves to be too weird," Amon asked curiously while talking, "Then what should I do?"

"First of all, you have to figure out what you look like now." Mirmina looked very enthusiastic. She waved her hand, and a huge mirror appeared in front of Amoen out of thin air. "Here, you can use your own The mind controls everything, shapes things, changes your appearance, travels to certain places... your imagination is what you can do here. Of course, there are still limits to all this, and given our 'imagination' There are a lot of extremely dangerous pollution factors, we will be suppressed more seriously, and some operations that will cause adverse consequences will be warned and blocked by the system. But don’t worry, you will adapt soon, and you probably won’t do it on purpose Imagine some world-destroying ideas, don't you?"

At this moment, Amoen could no longer listen to the last half of Mirmina's words. His eyes were focused on the mirror that suddenly appeared. The young man was standing there, staring at him with the same astonished eyes.

That is a mortal, a simple and lifelike mortal, he is obviously just a figure in the mirror, but he seems to be living in a certain place in the world, Amoen has imagined countless times that if he is free, What it would be like to be able to walk in the world of mortals at will, but he never thought that the figure that he couldn't even manifest from his heart would one day appear in front of him in such an abrupt but natural way.

He broke the silence with a slightly strange voice: "This... this image is..."

"This is the system's default male image. In order to facilitate those newbies like you who can enter the network smoothly, without turning into a crooked freak or running around naked in the virtual dream city, the neural network The designers of the original immersion chamber set up such a basic template that is easy to modify and manipulate. He is considered to be the most ordinary and mediocre appearance in the human world. There was a program dedicated to this, but you didn't..." Mi Ermina said casually, but soon noticed that Amon fell silent strangely, and she couldn't help asking, "What's the matter? It feels like you've been hit suddenly..."

"I... no, it was your illusion," Amon said immediately, and waved his hand vigorously. This subconscious movement made him freeze as if petrified in the next second, and he suddenly realized—that what he just waved, It's my own arm.

Arms like mortals.

He lowered his head and saw his own body in this virtual space for the first time, an ordinary body standing on the ground, wearing a white short robe and trousers, with limbs, a torso, and..." touch".

Mirmina looked at Amon's reaction. She seemed to have expected all of this. The former goddess of magic suddenly smiled and stepped forward slightly: "Now, let me tell you how to do it."

Subsequent adjustments were not easy. It took Amon a long time to master the "simple operations" that Mirmina called, but he spent more energy on adapting to the "humanoid body". As a god born in the thoughts of mortals, his image was imprisoned by the imagination of mortals many, many years ago into a holy white giant deer, and his powers did not include "incarnation", "human being" Therefore, he never had the body of a humanoid race at all. For him, the limbs that are too delicate and the torso that needs to be upright... It is really a weird feeling.

But in the end, this effort paid off. Mirmina showed unprecedented patience this time. When she backed away, a figure completely different from before was already standing in front of the huge mirror.

It was an old elf who was no longer young. The hair that should have been golden was dyed gray and frosty. His calm and peaceful face was condensed with the marks left by the years. His eye sockets were sunken and his cheekbones were high. But his figure is still tall and straight, and he is full of elf style, but the light green robe that may have been outdated for thousands of years in the outside world is draped on him. Silhouette of running water.

He looked in the mirror in front of him and smiled suddenly, looking very satisfied with his new image.

"I thought you would create a more spiritual image for yourself, but I didn't expect you to choose such an old posture." Mirmina looked at Amoen who was nodding in satisfaction, "Are you sure you will Does it look like this? We can still modify it."

"No, that's fine..." Amoen nodded slightly, his tone a bit erratic, "This is pretty good."

"Then... well, anyway, this is your aesthetic," Mirmina shook her head with her hips on her waist, "won't you take two steps next? I think it's necessary for you to get used to this—this can prevent you from After entering the city of dreams, take your first step on your stomach. Although mortals now have a saying that "no one on the Internet knows what kind of creature you are in reality", crawling on the streets of the city of dreams is still too embarrassing .”

"It's not so exaggerated," Amon couldn't help laughing, but then he suppressed his smile and looked down at his legs, "Go... yes, I can move now."

"You have been able to move a long time ago," Mirmina said leisurely, "but this step may not be as easy as you imagined."

"It's just taking the first step, what's the matter..." Amoen said with some disdain, then raised his legs and walked forward - the next second he fell straight forward, but his hands came out in time The side stretched over and supported him steadily.

"As I said, this first step is not that easy." Mirmina let go of her hand, showing a teasing smile, "You'd better get used to this mentality while everything here is virtual. Feeling unlocked."

"Psychologically unlocked... Your words are too serious," Amon concealed his embarrassment, "This is just a small mistake, you know, I have not had the experience of walking for three thousand years, What's more, even 3,000 years ago, I never walked upright... This is really bad, do those mortals find it so difficult to walk normally?"

"Stop complaining, I should complain more—I didn't expect that the first day I formally used the neural network would be spent in rehabilitation training with an old man who has been disabled for many years," Mir Mina's voice came from the side It came, with strong resentment, "I hope you don't spend as much time on 'upright walking' as adjusting your image, old deer."

While trying to adapt to the strange feeling brought by this virtual body, Amoen couldn't help but frowned and glanced at the goddess of magic: "I said before, don't call me casually, especially if it sounds like something Weird nickname..."

Speaking of this, he stopped suddenly, as if he had just remembered something, and said with a hint of foxy doubt: "I just have something to ask you, when I entered this space just now, I seemed to hear a voice saying that the user 'High Speed ​​Buck' entered the pre-screening Connection zone or something... do you know what's going on?"

Mirmina's somewhat lazy expression froze for a moment, although it was only for a short moment, this stiffness did not escape Amoen's eyes.

"It seems that you know it." Amoen's eyes became more concentrated, "So what does this word mean?"

Mirmina glanced at Amoen with increasing embarrassment. After a longer silence, she finally couldn't help but look away: "It's your name."

"……my name?"

"Think about it for a while, from a security point of view, can Gawain Cecil allow us to use our real names to enter the neural network? Is there any mortal in the whole world who would dare to name himself a god under any circumstances?" Mill Mina explained with a serious face, "It is also a customary rule to give yourself a pseudonym in the neural network..."

"No, I didn't ask you that, I asked you... what's up with the name 'Speed ​​Buck'! I don't remember doing anything with it - maybe I don't understand the mechanics behind the technology, But at least I am sure that this weird phrase was definitely not set by Gao Wen or Kamel in advance!"

"...Well, I registered for you..."

Amon: "?"