Chapter 822 3 Stages

Heidi, Carmel and the others got their recent work arrangements, and soon left the study. The huge room seemed quiet. In the end, only Gawain, who was sitting behind the desk, and Vero, who was standing in front of the desk, were left. Nika / Ophelia.

Of course, Amber was also there, but she was dissolved in the air for a long time and could be ignored.

Gawain raised his head and glanced at Veronica, who was holding a platinum scepter, and nodded indifferently: "There are some issues we can discuss about the 'upper storyteller' this time. Sit down."

Veronica nodded, took a seat on a high-back chair beside the desk, and said softly: "Your actions this time have provided us with a valuable reference example - this should be the first time we have been so intuitive, So close to a god, and a god in a sane state."

Gao Wen said in a deep voice: "Strictly speaking, it is still different from the gods in the real world. It is still uncertain whether the upper-level narrator brewed in the sandbox world is 'complete' enough, and he has experienced madness, death, and division. It's hard to say what happened to him during this process."

"But it's enough as a reference," Veronica said. "We can at least analyze many of the 'features' unique to God from him."

"For example... the purity of divinity and the response to mortal thoughts," Gawain said slowly, "the upper-level narrator is composed of two parts: divinity and human nature. Human nature appears radical, chaotic, emotional and not rational, but at the same time it also He is more clever and cunning, and his divinity is much simpler. I can feel that He has unconditional protection and attention to His own people, and will take actions to satisfy the common ideology of believers-in addition, from a certain point of view, His The human part actually acts to satisfy the thoughts of believers, but in a different way.”

As he spoke, Gawain slowly frowned: "This confirms a conjecture I had made before: all gods, regardless of whether they are crazy or harmful in the end, acted for the purpose of protecting mortals in the early stages..."

"Disobedients never deny the possibility, we even think that until the last moment of madness, the gods will retain the instinct to protect mortals in some ways," Veronica said calmly, "There is too much evidence to prove that the gods are against mortals. Shelter of the world, in the primitive age of human beings, the existence of gods even allowed the fragile mortals to escape countless disasters. The crazy degeneration of gods is a gradual process - at the end of this operation against the 'upper narrator' After that, I confirmed it even more."

Veronica said, bowed her head slightly, and pressed her fingers to her chin, as if thinking, as if organizing language: "We can regard the 'upper narrator' as a god at an earlier stage—— In the early stage of birth, a relatively pure trend of thought gave him a more pure divinity. This is the stage closest to the 'essence' of the gods, while the gods in the real world are in the later stage. According to our observation records of the year, the people in the real world God is already in a very chaotic, paranoid state, and this situation is obviously going to get worse..."

"We may be able to divide the gods into several stages based on this," Gawain said thoughtfully, "the gods that were first born in the mortals' thoughts were pure individuals born of stronger spiritual reflections. Born from a single emotion or desire, such as people's fear of death and reverence for nature, this is the 'primitive god', and the upper narrator is at this stage;

"After the birth of the gods, they will continue to be influenced by the thoughts of mortals, and as the influence lasts, they will be mixed with too many 'impurities' themselves, and thus they will become more and more chaotic, and more and more inclined to madness. It is the longest stage in the entire 'life cycle' of a god, which is the 'God of the Pollution Period';

"In the last days,

The pollution has reached its peak, and the gods have completely turned into a chaotic and crazy existence. When all reason is annihilated by those chaotic thoughts, the gods will enter their final stage, which is also the stage that the disobedient will try their best to fight against - 'Crazy God' '. "

Gawain's voice fell, and Veronica nodded lightly: "According to the characteristics of the upper-level narrator, your division method should be correct."

"...So, it's not just divinity that pollutes human nature, it's also human nature that pollutes divinity," Gawain sighed softly, "We always thought that the spiritual pollution of gods was the first and most powerful pollution, but we ignored it. A huge number of mortals also have a huge influence on the gods...

"The complexity and differences of mortals have caused the gods to slide in the direction of madness since their birth. The gods who shelter all things are 'created' by mortals themselves, and the 'mad gods' who will eventually destroy the world are also created by mortals themselves."

"The nature of this world is like this," Veronica said quietly, the disobedient who had lived for a thousand years was indifferent, and there was only a machine-like calm in her beautiful crystal-carved eyes, "It's not fair, It's not biased, it's just a set of rules that all of us - including God - have to operate within. The only irony is probably the 'disobedients' like us, we're a bunch of people who don't follow the rules Mortals who obediently die and refuse to die is probably the greatest disobedience to this world."

Gawain was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head with a sigh and said, "...Survival is the instinct of all living beings, and morality is limited between ethnic groups. In a sense, humans and gods are pitiful creatures."

At this moment, Amber's voice came from the nearby air: "But why does human nature necessarily contaminate divinity? If mortals are complicated and chaotic, aren't mortals at the beginning of the birth of gods the same?"

Gawain glanced to the side and grabbed Amber out of the air, Veronica on the side said, "Because we have been developing, the ethnic group is getting bigger and more complex, not only Physically, as well as mentally.

"The ancients who first brewed the 'gods' may just simply fear some natural phenomena, and their greatest wish may be to eat and clothe themselves, just to survive the next day, but what about us today? How many mortals are there? Such wishes, how many expectations and impulses about the future? And these will all point to the god who originally only protected people to eat and clothe..."

Listening to Veronica's words, Amber couldn't help frowning slowly.

"This sounds like a dead end...Unless we never develop, not even the population changes, and our thoughts remain unchanged for thousands of years, we can avoid the creation of 'mad gods'... But how is this possible?"

"This is indeed an infinite loop," Gawain said lightly, "that's why we have to find a way to break it. Whether it is the death of all things, it will try to create a god that is completely dominated by human nature, or the eternal sleeper will try to break the mental seal by breaking the soul. They are all trying to break this endless cycle, but...their way has failed."

Amber suddenly looked up at Gawain: "Is there another way?"

Gawain looked at those bright eyes, and slowly smiled: "It's up to people, there will always be a way."

"I hope this road can be found soon," Amber pouted and muttered, "It's good for people and good for God..."

Veronica heard Amber's words, but as a disobedient she did not make any refutation or warning, she just listened quietly, her eyes were quiet, as if she was thinking.

Gao Wen narrowed his eyes slightly, his thoughts fluctuating.

The development of mortals... In a sense, the poison that contaminates the gods has been brewed, and the hidden danger of human demise is buried. However, development itself is the only resistance that mortals can make when facing this cold and hard world. .

The cold rules are not very friendly, but neither man nor God has a choice.

...

Magic Technology Research Institute, Druid Research Center.

The gray-haired Byron stood in an open space that was out of the way, nervously watching the technicians busy around the platform and debugging equipment. He tried to make himself appear calm, so he stood up straight in place. , but those who are familiar with him can actually see the inner tension of the imperial general from this calm standing posture——

A normal Byron rarely stood so solemnly.

Pea sat quietly on the chair next to Byron, looked up at his adoptive father helplessly, lowered his head and picked up the writing pad that he never left, wrote a line of text on it, and then poked it with a pen. Byron's elbow, handed the clipboard:

"Dad, relax, you will affect everyone."

Byron glanced down at the contents of the clipboard, and pulled out a somewhat stiff smile: "I... I'm quite relaxed..."

Seeing this, Pea sighed helplessly, and turned his eyes to a large number of machines and technicians not far away.

Pittman stood among a bunch of assistants and researchers, his wrinkled face with an uncommon seriousness.

The crystal resonance device buried under the experimental table hummed pleasantly, and a complex and clear three-dimensional image appeared above the projection crystal inlaid in front of the experimental table. Details, pay attention to every change in it.

"There should be no problem, the response is the same as the last test, the artificial nerve cord is alive and well, and the signal transmission is very clear," an assistant said, "The next step is to see if the new skull base contacts work as expected. …”

"It's finally time for acceptance..." Pittman sighed softly, and then carefully, as if holding a treasure, picked up the strangely shaped silver-white device placed in the center of the platform.

It was a "snake-shaped device" that was less than half a meter long and consisted of pieces of silver-white metal segments. With a few "tentacle" terminals, the whole device looks sophisticated and weird.

This is the "nerve thorns" after the improvement.

Pittman came to Byron and Pea, holding the triangular structure of the nerve thorn with one hand and its terminal tubercle underneath with the other.

"Can it be used?" Byron asked immediately.

"It could have been used," Pittman rolled his eyes, "but for safety, we checked it again."

His remarks did not make Byron relax much. The latter couldn't help frowning and confirmed again: "In case something goes wrong..."

"First of all, this is a non-implantable nerve cord, which relies on the contact at the base of the skull to establish a connection with the brain, and the contact at the base of the skull itself has a fuse mechanism. As long as the user's brain wave disturbance exceeds a safe value, the contact will break by itself. Open. Secondly, there are so many experts watching here. The laboratory has also prepared the most complete emergency equipment. You can put your heart back and let it continue to dance for decades where it should stay. Don't be blind here. nervous."

Byron opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but Pea had already stood up from the chair and quietly pushed Byron aside.

Pittman glanced at Byron. "The peas are braver than you."

Byron moved his lips twice, as if he still had a lot to say, but finally closed his mouth.

In this case, don't continue to question the professionals, and don't add confusion to the experimental project - this is a simple truth, even a half-passenger who is a mercenary can understand.

"Pea, sit down on this chair," Pittman led the girl to a nearby chair, and the latter had tied up his hair when he went out today, revealing his smooth neck, Pittman held the The world's first set of "nerve thorns", put it a little bit close to the back of the pea's neck, "It's a little cold, and then there will be a little numbness, but it will soon pass. After that, the tray will stick to your skin, Make sure the contacts at the base of the skull are connected effectively - the 'gluing' is very solid, so if you want to take it off later, remember to press the back buttons in sequence first, otherwise it will hurt..."

Pittman explained the precautions very seriously, and then finally fit the silver-white device to the back of Pea's neck.

A very subtle "click" sound came from the silver-white metal joints. This device made of magic materials, lightweight metals, and biomimetic substances sensed brain waves, and immediately seemed to have gained life. The shape of the tray was attached to the back of the pea's head, and a dark red light flow quickly flowed between the neatly arranged metal "knots", the internal runes were activated one by one, and the entire nerve thorn shrank a bit, and then relaxed. expand.

Pea's neck shook violently, but there was no uncomfortable expression on his face.

Pittman stood up, glanced at Byron, who had stepped forward because he was nervous, and looked back at Pea.

"We've put a small talker in your nerve thorns - you can now try to 'talk'. Focus and bring out what you want to say clearly, which may not be very good at first Easy, but I'm sure you'll get the hang of it quickly..."

Pea turned her head hesitantly, as if still adjusting to the strange touch on the back of her neck, and then she frowned, trying to focus in the way Pittman told her, sketching what she wanted to say in her mind.

A strange, indistinct noise came from the nerve thorns in the back of her head.

Then there was a second burst of noise, but it seemed to be mixed with some broken and messy syllables.

Pea tried a few more times, and finally, the syllables began to continue gradually, and the noise gradually calmed down.

She took a deep breath, focused again, and then fixed her eyes on Byron next to her.

An intermittent but clear voice entered the ears of the nearly fifty-year-old knight: "...Dad...Thank you..."