Chapter 1515 Save the Plan

After Rosetta finally left, Gao Wen was the only one left in the field of pure white flowers. He stood quietly beside the round table, letting the breeze blow by him, watching the unknown white flowers under his feet gently blowing in the wind. Swaying slightly, while the thoughts in his mind were fluctuating, a figure gradually emerged from the sea of ​​flowers not far away.

It was Bertila in a long green dress.

As the builder and manager of this network encryption space, Bertila has observed all the meetings held by Gao Wen in this sea of ​​flowers, but she rarely shows up directly, only occasionally after the meeting ends, Like this moment.

"Your mind is very heavy." In this cyberspace, Bertila's figure returned to the posture she once had when she was a human being. She strolled to the position opposite Gawain, and looked at the latter across the round table. , "Are you thinking about your 'last resort'?"

"You know what my 'last resort' is," Gawain looked at Belterra, "I told you about that 'backup plan' before the Battle of Tarash."

"Yes—because I was transferring most of my consciousness to the derivative limbs near the plains of Tarash, you told me some of your 'little secrets', so that I would know what to do in case of emergency Response and self-protection," Beltira nodded lightly, "You can throw a part of the Voyager space facility from space, causing a devastating impact and energy explosion on the ground, which is even powerful enough to kill Quansheng Dragon God of the era, this is your last resort when fighting against divine disasters."

Speaking of this, she frowned slightly: "This is indeed a costly plan. If the final disobedience really happens, divine disasters may occur on the entire Loren continent, and your 'God's Punishment' can only come on top of everyone."

Gao Wen nodded silently, everything was exactly as the other party said.

Even if the unified field of mind does trigger the final disobedience in the final stage, causing the gods to lose control collectively, he still has the last choice to try to prevent this disaster, and that is the legacy of the voyager who hangs high in space.

Just like the "final plan" when deterring the Dragon God and dealing with the Sentinel crisis, decommissioning the satellites and space stations in orbit and throwing them to the earth is his trump card against the gods.

But unlike the situation when deterring the Dragon God and dealing with the sentinel crisis, the price of this final plan this time will be astonishingly high.

Because after the final disobedience is triggered, all the gods on this planet will be out of control, and they will appear on the entire continent, and appear in the sky above all the kingdoms gathered by mortals. Gawain's bombing list is no longer It is the continent of Tarrond, which is lonely overseas, and it is not the sparsely populated wasteland of Gondor, but the entire mortal world.

basically,

This is actually using one disaster to prevent another disaster. Even under the best result, he can only guarantee that some mortals will survive the space-based bombing, and if the situation is worse, if the gods descend The scope is too spread out...

"This is the worst 'hole card', but sometimes the situation is really not for us to be optimistic," he said in a deep and slow voice, "We can only do our best to make all preparations to avoid the situation from really developing to that day, even if the situation does When that day comes, we must try our best to reduce losses and keep the fire."

He watched Bertila quietly, and the latter felt something from this gaze, and her expression became solemn: "What do you need me to do?"

"Two things, the first thing, I want you to continue to grow underground in the Holy Spirit Plain and the Gondor wasteland where the rock layer is the thickest and the geological structure is the most stable, and the roots are as deep as possible, and then in these areas Expand ten to fifteen 'caves'," Gawain looked into Bertila's eyes and confessed slowly, "We will set up a batch of neural network access points in these underground caves, and your root system is the best. neural network media, they should be sufficient to connect all these 'dungeons' to the backbone network."

"You want to move a part of the neural network node group underground," Bertila immediately understood Gawain's intentions, "so that even if you activate the 'final solution', you can minimize the neural network shutdown during the bombing."

Gawain nodded lightly: "With your current rooting ability, the thickest rock layer will be enough to withstand the impact and energy penetration of the satellite when it falls, and transferring a part of the node group deep underground can ensure the safety of the parent planet's barrier. The operation basis of the unified field of mind is the "projection source" of non-directional thoughts, and the basis of non-directed thoughts is the living nodes in the neural network. If these living nodes are killed by orbital bombing, the parent star barrier will also be wiped out No existence. On the other hand, the people transferred to the dungeon can also become 'fire seeds', they are the computing nodes of the neural network, and they are also the hope of returning to the ground to rebuild their homes after the orbital bombing."

"I understand, I will take root from now on," Bertila nodded with a solemn expression, and then showed a trace of curiosity, "What about the second thing?"

"...survival is guaranteed," Gao Wen finally said slowly after several seconds of silence, "survival is guaranteed under any circumstances."

Bertila opened her eyes slightly, she seemed unable to comprehend the deep meaning of Gawain's words for a while, but soon, she heard Gawain's next order—or entrustment.

"You are an 'adult' unaffected by divine disasters. Even if the 'final plan' fails, the out-of-control gods will not take the initiative to target you," Gao Wen said solemnly, his expression more serious than ever Seriously, "At the same time, you have a very special life form, your body is a plant, your consciousness can be distributed in hundreds of synthetic brains, and these synthetic brains... can be controlled by external means. Shut down and restarted, and the synthetic brain in the off state is no longer the observer."

The expression on Bertila's face changed, and she finally understood what Gawain's entrustment meant.

"We will try our best to survive, but we will also face the future with the worst assumptions. If everything goes wrong, we should at least find a way to leave something in this world," Gao Wen said in a low voice. He said slowly, "I believe that other countries should also have their own 'preservation plans' to prepare for the worst outcome after all plans fail, and you... Beltera, you are Cecil preservation plan.

"Beltera, remember this order - if we fail to prevent the final disaster, or the mother star barrier plan fails, you must immediately cut off the connection with all neural network nodes, cut yourself from the mortal thoughts, You have to transfer your own consciousness into the synthetic brain and enter a hibernation state, and give the Sorin giant tree the instructions to survive before going into hibernation, so as to maintain survival at all costs."

In the boundless sea of ​​pure white flowers, the breeze had completely stopped at some point, and an unspeakable silence enveloped this virtual world. It took an unknown amount of time before Bertila broke the silence: "You really gave me a heavy enough task..."

As she spoke, she shook her head slightly, as if she wanted to sigh, but in the end it turned into a question: "But is it really meaningful? When the whole world is reduced to ruins amidst the ravages of the gods, All the creatures in the world are turned into history in the demon tide, what can a giant tree of Thorin survive alone in the center of the wasteland? Are you making me look at a withered world alone and forever?"

"It's meaningful, of course it's meaningful," Gawain said with a serious expression, "This world will not wither forever, similar destruction has happened countless times in this world, but there will always be new groups of people in the wasteland Multiply, do you remember the metaphor I made? The ubiquitous magic power is like a catalytic wind, which keeps our world forever in the midsummer luxuriance, and withering is only temporary—mortals of our generation will die, but the next generation will die. A generation will grow up under your watch, and when..."

"At that time, we were their 'pioneer group'," Bertila interrupted Gawain, and she finally understood completely, "Did you get the inspiration from the Nuoi people?"

Gao Wen didn't affirm or deny, he just said slowly after a moment of silence: "The sea monsters have lost their immunity to the demon tide, and the giant dragons have also broken their cradles and shackles. The civilization that has been stagnant for millions of years has now exchanged for a pass to continue to advance to a higher place, and now we have taken over the inheritance from a certain pioneer group from a distant alien civilization... and this may already be what we have here The last test to be faced on this planet.

"In the face of this test, I certainly hope that we can succeed, but if our civilization fails this season, you can at least pass on this legacy that has been passed down for countless years until the next generation, the next generation …The descendants who have taken over the inheritance will always be a little easier than us when they start, maybe a little bit easier, and they will at least not be as embarrassed as we are now."

He stopped, and the breeze in the sea of ​​flowers began to flow again at some point. Bertila's figure seemed a little illusory in the wind. She was mobilizing her huge nervous system, and hundreds of thousands of people connected to each other in the real world A synthetic brain and a computing center directly connected to the giant tree of Sorin were retrieving data. After a while, her slightly illusory figure solidified again, and her face became more solemn: "No wonder you have been advancing the empire all this time." The data entry work of the large library..."

"We have to take all possibilities into consideration," Gao Wen smiled. "Even without Ms. Ye's warning and the shadow of 'ultimate disobedience', we still have to consider the possibility of failure."

"This is indeed your character." Bertila said with a smile.

"It's just that this is unfair to you," Gao Wen finally said after a moment of silence, "I have already arranged such a task for you without asking for your consent."

"But I'm indeed the most suitable for this task—or even the only one who can perform this task, isn't it?" Bertila just smiled gently. It seems that she hasn't shown such an expression for many, many years, " Not everything in the world can be measured by "fairness". After all, the word "fairness" is only a concept created by human beings subjectively. What we have to face is far above all beings in the world. The cold and hard order of all things, facing such an opponent, we can only respond with the same cold and hard reason—and a little bit of courage and luck.”

Speaking of this, she suddenly blinked and asked curiously: "Will you tell other members of the alliance about this plan? For example, Typhon and Baiyin..."

"Yes, and I believe that they are also implementing similar plans. As I said just now, each country should have its own 'preservation plan', just like the shelter plans and parent star barrier plans we have thought of. ——In the face of death, there is no contradiction between leaving a last word and actively saving yourself," Gao Wen said bluntly, and he didn't even avoid the somewhat negative word "last word". The overall wisdom is to conceive a few more secure ways to preserve the last words, but we can't put too much energy on things outside the parent star barrier, so let's keep these 'preservation plans' on such a small scale , that's enough."

Bertila stared at Gawain's vicissitudes of life, and then nodded slightly: "I will keep in mind the mission you entrusted to me, although I sincerely hope that I don't need to perform that second mission, but if there is such a day... I promise you, I will survive, at any cost, the giant tree of Thorin will stand on this land, until the new generation rises, until I pass everything of this era to my successors...until that day , I will wither."

"I'm relieved."

Gao Wen showed a smile, and then he took half a step back, his figure finally gradually faded in the air.

In the depths of the giant tree of Sorin, in the hall made up of huge leaves, hard wood, and shimmering flower strings, a group of lush flower vines suddenly made a rustling sound, and then the vines faded, and Bertila's incarnation Sit up from the depths of the flower vine.

Consciousness was injected into the newly activated body, and the simulated senses began to stimulate the nerve nodes of the avatar. Under the suddenly brightened ambient light, Beltira blinked her eyes a few times. She heard footsteps sounding from the side, followed the reputation, Just seeing the elf girl with a petite figure, pale complexion, and silver runes all over her cheeks and arms appeared in front of her.

"Are you awake?" Berna looked happily at Bertila who had just woken up, "I just heard a rumble in the No. 2 nerve cluster. Are you mobilizing something?"

"Berna," Bertila glanced at the elf girl who was standing in front of her giggling, her emotions were a bit complicated, but the limited body structure of her avatar made it difficult for her to make complex expressions, which made her voice He and his expression were a little numb, "Who is on duty at the computing center right now?"

"It's Mr. Bellot, a node bachelor," Berna replied quickly after the runes on her body flickered, "Are you looking for him?"

"Ask him to come to the reception chamber at the tree canopy," Bertila said, and at the same time she spoke, hundreds of millions of nerve nodes were sending and receiving instructions under the control of her will, and the root system stretching thousands of kilometers The network began to squirm and proliferate in the depths of the ground. She could feel the huge information gathering. It was the cold rock formation, the wet soil, the boundless darkness, and the river flowing underground. Her roots began to swallow the soil, crushing Crushing boulders, transforming the mineral elements in the stratum into tunnels and pillars and domes in the caves——The huge Sorin giant tree is now active. Armfoot, "I want to discuss some civil engineering matters with him."

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