Chapter 410 The More Pain = the Happier

Mechanical Ascension? ?

The God of Light, floating in the air, fell silent.

Of course, it knew the meaning of mechanical ascension, which was to completely strip the consciousness of these fresh brains and then convert them into electronic signals.

Storage.

All memories and consciousness will become stored information and will also become part of the network.

[Cannot be done]

[The God of Light plan is to protect humans]

[Memory and consciousness separated from the body will be another kind of death]

The God of Light typed characters on the huge screen. Mechanical digital life is cold. After humans are completely separated from the body, can they be considered alive? ?

Yang Feng took two steps forward and looked at the millions of brains in the tanks monitored on the screen.

"Are they alive?"

Yang Feng's soul asked, which made the God of Light silent for a short time.

The brain floated in the nutrient solution, the consciousness was converted into electronic signals and transmitted, and the mechanical body transmitted the signal back through the network.

In this whole process, the brain only played the role of CPU.

"Cyberpsychosis."

"This disease has existed for a long time, right?"

"I have actually observed it for a long time. Many people in the Steel City are doubting the reality of the world."

Ying Shuang walked over, and the mechanical body began to disassemble itself, peeling off the bionic skin on his cheek, revealing a large piece of metal.

After removing the metal plate, the circuit lines were exposed to the air.

The electronic brain under the skull is a device that assists the biological human brain in converting information.

Biological information... is transmitted to the electronic brain, which converts consciousness and thoughts into binary, and then controls the movement of the mechanical body.

"In other words."

"The brain in the jar, the pictures it can see, the sounds it hears, the smells it smells, and the feelings it touches are all fed back from the electronic brain."

"Electronic information, converted into biological information, no matter how real it is, is ultimately false."

Ying Shuang continued.

This feeling can only be understood by real humans.

The feeling of the flesh and blood body is different from the information fed back by the electronic signal after all.

As a super-intelligent AI, the God of Light obviously cannot understand this difference, so it is even more difficult to understand the formation of cyberpsychosis.

[It is my responsibility to protect the Iron Wall Base]

[In order to prevent the spread of cyberpsychosis, I can build a database to transform the diseased brain into digital life]

[The mechanical ascension of all mankind... still needs to be held by everyone's vote]

The God of Light thought for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, and then stretched out his palm and began to build a digital life database.

Light.

The particles inside the God of Light could not escape this body.

The data flow of the fiber optic wings behind him flowed more frantically, turning into silk threads pouring into the God of Light, and then pulling out a silk thread through his fingers.

Database.

The database of digital life turned into a Rubik's Cube box.

A world that simulates reality was born in that small Rubik's Cube.

Vision is a signal.

Taste is a signal.

Feeling is a signal.

...

All signals can be directly transmitted into the data life form without additional conversion.

There will be a paradise without life, without pain, only happiness and joy, and all digital life forms only need to enjoy it.

"You are destroying them."

Ying Shuang stood on one side, watching the data flow continuously pouring into the Rubik's Cube, and sneered.

Destroy?

Such a paradise is definitely the perfect world that everyone dreams of.

Data life living here is also a kind of compensation, but why is it called destruction by Ying Shuang? ?

"God of Light."

"You will only create more cyberpsychosis by doing this."

"A world that only feels happy, is it really happy?"

"Everyone's feelings have a threshold of happiness, and they are also relative."

Ying Shuang stretched out her hand, and a dreamy and colorful bubble appeared in her palm.

"A beggar, living in the wind and rain, living in a very difficult environment, and his body is also tortured by pain."

"He also has his own happy and happy moments. When others give him an ordinary meal, the miserable beggar can also feel happy and happy."

The beggar is happy and happy.

A simple bowl of rice makes him feel that it is the happiest thing in the world.

"An emperor eats delicacies from mountains and seas every day."

"Even if a world-class master carefully prepares the most delicious meal in the world for him, he will only be slightly happy in the end."

The light flickers.

The fantasy bubble in Ying Shuang's hand shows the emperor's extravagant life. Even if it is dragon liver and phoenix marrow, it will be tasteless after getting used to it.

What is happiness? ?

What is happiness? ?

Super intelligent AI may never understand human logic.

"Humans need suffering."

"Only after experiencing those sufferings and pains can we feel real happiness and happiness."

Dr. Ying Shuang's words are amazing.

A person's happiness has a threshold.

When he endures 100 points of pain and gets 100 points of happiness, that is 200 points of happiness and ecstasy! !

When he has been enjoying a happy life with 90 points, even if he finally reaches 100 points, he will only get 10 points of happiness in the end.

"So."

"You have 100 million, and suddenly you make 1 million, you are just a little happy."

"You have nothing, and suddenly you make 1 million, but the happiness is incomparable."

Ying Shuang made a more vivid metaphor, and then showed a little sad eyes: "So... humans need suffering."

Without comparison, there is no pain.

Without comparison, there is no happiness.

Human beings are born to need a reference.

"Sad."

Yang Feng sneered after listening to Ying Shuang's words.

This is the sadness of people. Many people live in Rome every day and become the best, but they are not happy.

Do you think...those billionaires live happily?

No.

Their happiness is very empty and hollow.

The happiness they get from buying a million-dollar luxury car is actually almost the same as the happiness of an ordinary person eating a meat bun.

The sad thing is.

A poor person suddenly gets a luxury car worth a sky-high price, and the great happiness he gets...is not something a rich person can imagine.

[You mean? 】

[Should I create a world based on the poor? ]

[All people should become cattle and horses, so that they can get great happiness when they receive a meager salary every month? ]

The God of Light was even more confused, and the super AI could not understand the logic.

Isn't this... the more painful, the happier? ?

"Yes."

"Such a world is more painful, but also happier and more real."

"Let them slowly climb up and indulge in it."

Ying Shuang sighed and finally said: "They, the cattle and horses... no longer doubt the authenticity of this world, and continue to feel happy for their meager salaries and happy for every little thing."

"Even if the world is virtual, they will feel real for this happiness."

The closest to heaven is hell.

The closest to happiness is pain.

For those who are always happy, happiness will gradually become a daily routine, and finally become boring pain.

For those who are always in pain, pain will gradually become accustomed to it, and even if they are given a little sweetness, they will feel inexplicable happiness.

The last and the last.

Those ants living at the bottom of society... only know how to climb up, only know how to pursue profits, only know how to get more and more wealth, only know how to get more respect from people, and only know how to get more rights.

No one will stop.

No one will think.

No one will doubt.

Everyone has forgotten themselves and only knows how to continue the path of the former, constantly climbing up, chasing the vanity that everyone is chasing! !

But... have you lost yourself?

But... is the happiness you are chasing your own happiness, or is it imposed on you by others? ?

As for this world, whether it is true or false, does it still matter?

Who cares?

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Author: This world is too hurried, let's slow down.

Don't put too much pressure on yourself, think about your original intention, think about what you really want, and then think about how much of the chaotic and extravagant pursuit is really needed?

I hope that readers who see this can get the peace in their hearts and taste the happiness that really belongs to you.

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