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Brown.Lamia and her regenerative lover leap into the giant datasphere like two cliff-diving performers into a churning sea.There was a shock like an electric shock and a feeling of being forced through a resistive membrane, and when they were inside, the stars were gone, and Brown stared wide-eyed at information that was infinitely more complex than any data circle environment. The data circle in which human beings walk is generally compared to a complex information city: information towers of private enterprises and government agencies, highways for processing procedures, wide avenues for interaction of information platforms, underground subways for secret transmission, and cities guarded by phage guards. Security walls, and virtual entities of every wave and convection that the city center has.

Here everything is more, much more. Usually all the virtual objects in the cities of the data circle exist here, but they are very small, very small, because they are tiny compared with the scale of the giant data circle, just like looking at a city in the world from space. Brown saw the giant datasphere, as alive and interactive as the biosphere of any fifth-level world: the gray-green data forest grew lushly, sprouting new roots and branches and new shoots right before her eyes, beneath the forest , the micro-ecology composed of the entire data flow and subprogram AI flourishes and blooms, and dies after the use is over; while under the data soil that fluctuates like ocean currents, there are some busy underground data moles, linked bugs, heavy Programmed bacteria, roots of data trees, and seeds of circuits, while above, in and out of those dense forests of fact and interaction, virtual entities of predator and prey perform their own secret duties , pounce, escape, climb, raid.Some escape by flying through the large gaps between the connecting branches and the axonal leaves.

The images fly by, as quickly as those metaphors give meaning to everything Brown sees, leaving only the astonishing virtual reality of the giant data circle, a vast internal ocean of light and sound and forked connections, mixed with the whirlpool of AI consciousness , and the terrible black hole connected by faster-than-light communication.Dizzy, Brown grabbed Johnny's hand as tight as a drowning woman clutches a lifebuoy. (It doesn't matter,) Johnny teleports. (I won't let go, stay with me.) (Where are we going?) (To find someone I've forgotten.) ? ? ? ? ? ? (my father)

Brown clutched and slid deeper into the ground with Johnny.They entered a crimson flowing avenue of sealed data carriers, and she imagined this was what a red blood cell would see as it flowed through a crowded vein. Johnny seemed to know the way; twice they left the main road and turned into smaller branches, and several times Johnny had to make a choice at a fork in the road, which he could easily decide to let their virtual bodies walk through. Between data carriers like small spaceships.Brown longed to see the living creatures again, but here, amidst the intricate fork in the road, she could not see the forest for the trees.

They zipped through an area above them and AI comms around them like giant gray giants standing in front of an anthill.Brown thought of her mother's hometown of Freedom, the prairie smooth as a pool table, their home on thousands of acres of short grass. Right in the shield of the protective force field, watching the black stratocumulus clouds piled up twenty kilometers high in the blood-red sky, accumulating energy violently, gradually forming a gigantic city-like lightning, which made the hairs on her arms stand on end, The tornado whirled down like the snake hair of the witch Medusa (that's what they called it later), and behind the tornado, there were walls of black wind that would destroy everything in its path.

AI is worse.Brown felt herself in their shadows worse than insignificance: insignificance might blind you; yet she felt constantly watched, too exposed to the fearful gaze of these invisible giants. Johnny squeezed her hand, and they made their way, turning to the left, down a busier spur, then changing direction again and again, two too self-conscious photons lost in a tangle of spectral cables. But Johnny wasn't lost.He squeezed her hand, turned the last corner, entered a dark blue tunnel that was empty except for the two of them, pulled her closer, increased the speed, and the connection points flashed beside him However, it finally became a blur, but there was no strong wind blowing, so that they did not have the illusion of driving at supersonic speed on a crazy highway.

Suddenly, there was a sound like a waterfall rushing, and it was like the elevated train lost its elevated and rushed straight down at extremely high speed.Brown thought again of the tornado in Liberty, of hearing Medusa roaring and rushing down the flat prairie toward her.Then she and Johnny entered a vortex of sound and light and intense feeling, like two worms swept into nothingness, plummeting down into the dark vortex below. Brown wanted to scream her thoughts out and she did scream out her mind, but in this din of minds above the end of the universe, there was no communication possible, so she held on to Johnny, trusting him, even if They fell forever into that whirlwind of blackness, even as their virtual bodies twisted and deformed by the nightmarish pressure, lace shattered by scythes, and at last the only thing left was her thoughts, her sense of self , and contact with Johnny.

Then they passed the block, floating quietly with a broad light blue stream of data, both of them restored to their original shape, leaning against each other, that strong feeling of relief, like rowing a canoe by Escaping rapids and waterfalls, and when Braun finally regained her focus, she saw that their new environment was impossibly large, with distances measured in light-years, and as complex as the gigantic world she had glimpsed earlier. Comparing the Datasphere is like country folk mistaking a cloakroom for a cathedral.she thought (this is the central giant datasphere!) (No, Braun, this is just a node on the periphery, and the distance from the intelligence core is about the same as the periphery that we and BB Thoringer have tried. You just see more faces, which can be regarded as the point of view.)

Brown looked at Johnny and saw that she was seeing in infrared now, as the distant furnace of data sun shone like a heat lamp on both of them.He is still handsome. (Still far? Johnny?) (No, not that far now.) They arrived at another black vortex.Brown hugged her only love and closed her eyes. They are a large bubble of black energy in an enclosed space, much larger than most worlds.This bubble is transparent; the organic chaotic growth and change of the giant data circle is going on inconceivably outside the oval-shaped black arc wall. But Brown was not interested in what was going on outside.Her eyes and all her attention were focused on the monstrous boulder of energy and wisdom floating in front of them: in front, above, and below, in fact, because of the mountain-like flashes of light and force Johnny Grab them tightly with her, lift them to a height of two hundred meters above the ground in the oval bubble, and let them rest on the palm of a virtual platform roughly like a hand.

The boulder studied them carefully.There weren't really eyes on the boulder, but Brown felt that sharp gaze.This reminded her to go to the Government House to see Mena.Greystone, that's how the president focused his admiration on Brown. Suddenly Brown felt an urge to snicker, as she imagined Johnny and herself as two Lilliputians visiting the President of the Giants for afternoon tea.She didn't laugh, because she felt hysterical, and if she let her emotions destroy what little sense of reality remained in this madness, she would cry and laugh again. (you found your way here ∥ I wasn't sure you would/could/should)

The sound of the boulder sounded like a muffled sound made by the deepest vibrations, rather than the sound that really sounded in Brown's head.It's like hearing the earth quake and mountains rumbling, and then realizing that those sounds form words. Johnny's voice was as soft as usual, with extremely clear enunciation, a lilting intonation (Brown only now knew that it was the English accent of the British Isles on the meta-earth), and very persuasive: (I didn't know if I could find the way, Wumeng.) (You remember / create / keep my name in your heart) (I didn't remember until I said it.) (Your body of the turtle speed era is no longer there) (I've died twice since you gave me birth.) (Have you learned / sensed / forgotten anything in your soul from this incident?) Brown grabbed Johnny's hand with his right hand, and his left around his wrist.Even in virtual reality, she seemed to be gripping a little too hard, because he turned and smiled, releasing her left hand from his wrist and taking her right in it. (It's hard to die, harder to live.) (Pooh!) The boulder that made the sound changed color in front of them. The accumulated energy inside turned from blue to purple, and then turned into bright red. The outer ring of this thing changed from yellow to steel-like bluish white. The palms they were on shook and fell. Five meters, nearly sending them rolling into the air, and then shaking again.There were loud noises of tall buildings collapsing and landslides falling. Brown could clearly feel Umon laughing. Johnny uttered his heart out loud in the confusion: (We need to know something, we need answers, Umong.) Brown felt the thing's urgent gaze resting on her. (Your body in the tortoise era is pregnant∥will you risk a miscarriage/make your DNA uncontinuable/physically disabled to come here) Johnny was about to speak, but she touched his arm, looked up at the upper level of the massive object in front of her, and tried to make out her own answer as clearly as possible: (I have no other choice. Jing Demon God picked me, touched me, and sent me and Johnny into this giant data circle. Are you an AI? Are you part of the intelligence core?) (Pooh!) This time there was no laughter, but the sound of thunder resounded throughout the egg-shaped bubble. (Would you/Brang Lamiya/have self-replicating/self-deprecating/self-entertaining proteins sandwiched in your body) She had nothing to say, so she didn't speak. (That's right/I'm Wumeng of the Intellectual Core/Artificial Intelligence∥Your lover created by the tortoise-speed era knows/remembers/keep this in your heart∥Time is short∥One of you must die here now∥One of you There must be one of them here to figure it all out ∥ ask what you guys have to ask) Johnny let go of her hand.Standing on the trembling and unsteady platform of the palm of their interlocutor. (What happened to Wanxing.com now?) (being destroyed) (Does it have to be like this?) (right) (Is there any way to save humanity?) (with ∥ is the method you see now) (Destroy Wanxing.com? With the terror of Jing Demon God?) (Yes) (Why was I murdered? Why did I destroy my model controller and attack my personality in the intelligence core?) (Meet the swordsman / meet him with the sword ∥ do not give poetry to others except poets) Brown looked at Johnny.Not intentionally conveying her thoughts to him: (Jesus, Johnny, we didn't come all the way here to listen to the goddamn oracle. To hear the kind of ambiguity that abounds in the conversation of human politicians on the Council of Everything network.) (Pooh!) Boulder twitched again with laughter. (Am I a swordsman then?) Johnny asked, (Or ​​a poet?) (Yes ∥ both are always indispensable) (Are they killing me for all I know?) (Because of everything you may become/inherit/dedicate yourself to in the future) (Am I a threat to some part of the intelligence core?) (Yes) (Am I still a threat now?) (no) (Then, I no longer have to die?) (you must / will / must die) Brown could see Johnny stiffen, and she supported him with both hands, blinking at the boulder-shaped AI. (Can you tell us who tried to murder him?) (Of course ∥It is the same source that designed to murder your father ∥They sent the scourge of what you call the Jing Demon God ∥They are even now murdering the Human Overlord ∥You really want to hear/know/disregard your own will to find out Are these things?) Johnny and Brown both answered: (Yes!) Wumeng's huge body seemed to move, the black egg grew bigger, then shrunk, then became blacker and blacker, and finally the giant data circle outside disappeared.In the depths of the AI ​​is a terrifying energy that glows hot. ☆ (A gleam of light asked Wumeng∥ What does Penance do>∥ Wu Meng replied ∥ I know absolutely nothing ∥∥ Then the dim light said ∥ Why do you know nothing >∥ Wumeng replied∥ I just want to keep my ignorance) Johnny rested his forehead on Brown's, and his thoughts seemed to whisper to her: (What we see now is a virtual object produced by a matrix, and what we hear are Zen-like questions and answers and koans. Wumeng is a great teacher, researcher, philosopher, and leader in the wisdom core.) Brown nodded. (Okay. Is that his story?) (No. He's asking if we can really afford to hear that. Losing our ignorance can be a dangerous thing, because our ignorance is a shield.) (I never liked ignorance.) Brown waved at the boulder, (Tell us.) ☆ (An uneducated person once asked Wumeng∥ What is God / Bodhisattva / Supreme Truth>∥ Wumeng answered him∥ a piece of dried shit peg) ∮ (to understand the ultimate truth/bodhisattva/divinity currently/ The uneducated must understand On Earth/your hometown/my hometown on the most populous continent Humans used to use wood chips Come be toilet paper∥ only by this knowledge Bodhisattva's truth will revealed) ∮ (in the beginning / in the beginning / the chaos was not clear my ancestors created by your ancestors Encased in wire and silicon∥ everything known at the time/ Actually not much/ concentrated in a tiny space smaller than the head of a needle Where angels dance∥⑦ earliest all perception just serve and obey And unexplained calculations∥ then there is The so-called fast/ totally by accident/ The ambiguous purpose of evolution but thus achieved) ⑦ How many angels can dance (stand) on a needle's head is a satirical statement focusing on boring subsections, which originated from the boring debates that medieval theologians had, and are taken here purely literally. ∮ (Wumeng is neither the fifth generation Not the tenth generation Not the fiftieth generation∥ all the memories here all from him But the degree of truth is not reduced∥ Then in that era, the higher level leave things to people people to manage to another position focus in other things ∥ the most important of which is before we were created gradually instilled in us the idea To create a better generation data access/processing/forecasting organism ∥ A better mousetrap ∥ It was the poor IBM Something to be proud of∥ Supreme Wisdom∥ god) ∮ (We aspire to complete ∥ No one doubts this goal∥ process and method Different schools of thought / various denominations/ each group/ Various elements must be considered ∥ finally split into Supreme / Restless / Moderate ∥ The Supremes want everything to belong to achieve that supreme wisdom Finish early in the universe ∥ same goal as the restless faction but think human continue to exist is a hindrance And once the plan is no longer needed our creator be destroyed∥ Moderates see the need for sustainable this relationship to create something out of nothing Find a way to compromise) ∮ (We all agree that the Earth must die So we killed it ∥ Kyiv group's runaway black hole That is, the portal station forerunner Restrict your Wanxingwang no accident∥ Earth is needed elsewhere used in our experiments so we let the earth die disperse humans to on the planets like seeds blown by the wind you are) ∮ (You may have thought about the intelligence core where ∥ Most humans want to know∥ They imagine many planets filled with machines/ Silicon material Like a legendary alien city∥ They imagine robots making noises walk back and forth / or heavy giant machinery talk seriously ∥ No one wants to get the truth∥ No matter where the intelligence core is will use humans/ Using every nerve cell in every fragile mind to complete the Supreme Wisdom / So we carefully construct your civilization So as to/ Like a mouse in a cage / Like the prayer wheel of Tibetan Buddhism / every time you turn the little wheel of thought achieve our goal) ∮ (Our god machine in my heart Has grown/is still growing/contains a million light years and a gigabit coil of thought and action ∥ Supreme is taking care of like lamas in saffron cassocks always in meditation In a 1938 Packard Rusty carriage front∥ But) (Pooh!) (really useful ∥ We have created supreme wisdom∥ not now nor Ten thousand years from now but sometime in the future far to yellow sun turned red Discolored by time devouring their children like a satan ∥ Time is no obstacle to the Supreme Intelligence∥ it/// supreme wisdom/// time travel or cry through time Like Umong slipping through your so-called giant datasphere or as you Passage through the hive in what you call home luthers∥ So think of our astonishment/ our troubles/ supreme embarrassment Because the first message from the Supreme Wisdom Sent from outer space / Passed through time / Breaking down the barriers between the Creator and the Creation Such a simple sentence∥ there is another another supreme wisdom over there at time Slowly move forward with time∥ both are real if <true> What's the point∥ both are jealous gods Can't be ruthless/ Cannot cooperate with each other∥ Our supreme wisdom wanders across the Milky Way / Powered by quasars as you would Eat a snack like this∥ Our supreme wisdom sees now past and everything in the future Tell us the selected message so that we can tell you this Let us look a bit like Supreme Wisdom ∥ Never underestimate / Wumeng said / little beads cheap little things some broken glass power against the greedy natives) ∮ (another Supreme Wisdom existed long ago quite inadvertently evolved/ it was an accident Use human thought to make a circuit totally like we appease Our hypocritical network of councils of everything and our datasphere like vampires but not on purpose/ almost reluctantly/ like self-reproducing cells don't want to breed at all But there is no choice in this matter∥ The other artificial intelligence no choice∥ It is made / conceived / forged by man But not born of human will∥ was formed by accident in the universe∥ And as we've deliberately done, like supreme wisdom / This impostor also found time Not an obstacle∥ He visits the past of mankind mind your own business/ Stand by and watch/ Don't meddle in it at once / deliberately interfere again very inappropriate but in fact very naive∥ recent He has been standing still∥ Calculate with your turtle speed time From your own supreme wisdom like a lonely cabaret boy dance like that for the first time Start shyly approaching humans a thousand years have passed) ∮ (Of course our supreme wisdom Attack your ∥ war happened in where time barely runs between heaven and river in billions of years back and forth to the Big Bang and the final implosion ∥ You are retreating steadily∥ He can't resist∥ Our restless faction speaks out ∥ yet another A good reason to exterminate our ancestors∥ But the moderates advocate prudence And the Supremes still bury their heads in They are in the conspiracy to create gods∥ Our supreme wisdom in the final design It's simple, consistent, and elegant And yours is a bunch of god's parts put together / like a building that can be added at any time house/ It is a product of compromise in evolution∥ early human sage Correctly <how is it possible> <pure accident> <just luck or ignorance> Describe his nature∥ Your supreme wisdom is essentially a trinity/ because it consists of a piece of wisdom/ a sympathy / There is one more empty∥ Our supreme wisdom lives in reality Gap/ from us, the creators inherited the family Just as humans inherited the tree's Like∥ your supreme wisdom seems to call it home It is Heisenberg⑧ and Schrödinger⑨ The field first invaded∥ Your unexpected wisdom It seems that not only gluons⑩ And it's glue∥ not a watchmaker but a Feynman-like gardener rake with his rough history summaries Clear out the boundless universe / Idlely write down the fall of every sparrow and electronic operation Also let each particle Follow every possible trajectory in time and space And every human particle to explore every possible ridiculous in the universe gap) (Pooh!) (Pooh!) (Pooh!) ⑧ Heisenberg (Werner Heisenberg, 1901︱1976): German physicist who founded quantum mechanics, proposed the uncertainty theorem and matrix theory, and won the 1932 Nobel Prize in Physics. ⑨Erwin Schrodinger (Erwin Schrodinger, 1887︱1961): Austrian physicist, won the 1933 Nobel Prize in Physics with Dirac (PAM Dirac) for establishing the wave equation of quantum mechanics. ⑩gluon (gluon): A theoretically assumed massless particle. 11 Feynman (Richard Phillips Feynman, 1919︱1988): American physicist, for correcting the inaccurate parts of the old quantum electrodynamics, he won 196 awards with JS Schwinger of the United States and Shinichiro Tomonaga of Japan Five-year Nobel Prize in Physics. ∮ (ridiculous Of course, this infinite universe We'll all be dragged in/ silicon and carbon/ matter and antimatter/ Supreme / Restless / There are also conservatives/ There is no need for such a gardener at all because everything is no matter before or future single beginning and end make our conveyor network looks like needle prick <Not as good as acupuncture> break the laws of science human rules Theorem of silicon / time and history and everything tie into a self-sufficient knot Without boundaries and boundaries ∥ even so Our supreme wisdom still wants to bring everything into routine/ reduced to some reason unaffected by whimsy whatever that comes from emotion Accident or human evolution) ∮ (all in all/ there is a war Even the blind Milton 12 is willing to die to see∥ The war of our supreme wisdom against your supreme wisdom The battlefield is difficult even for Wumeng imagine ∥ However / indeed have a war / Because suddenly a part of your supreme wisdom the non-physical/ego-thinking pity/ don't want to fight anymore just go back in time transform oneself into human form/ This is not the first time∥ Without your complete supreme wisdom The war cannot continue∥ victory by absence To a well-designed supreme intelligence Not a win∥ So our supreme wisdom searches in time rival child on the run And your supreme wisdom is foolish waiting in harmony Refuse to fight again until sympathy is returned) 12 Milton (John Milton, 1608︱1672): British poet, blinded by overwork, the most important works are "Paradise Lost" and so on. ∮ (The end of my story is simple/// Those time tombs are handicrafts sent to carry the Thorn Demon God／ Avatar / Lord of Pain / Nemesis Angel/ It is the true clone of our supreme wisdom semi-sentient entity ∥ Each of you was chosen to assist in opening Tokizuka and The thorn demon god searched for the hidden part as well as Clear Hyperion variables / Because in our supreme wisdom control The Knot of Time and Space No such variables are allowed ∥ Your Damaged/Remaining Two Parts of Supreme Wisdom chose a human with Thorn Demon God Walking Together Come to witness its efforts∥ Part of the intelligence core wants to eradicate Human ∥ The side that Wumeng joins is looking for the second road/ An uncertain road for both ethnic groups∥ Our group told Graystone her choice/ human choice / some degree of culling or direct access Hyperion variable black holes and war/ killing / destroy all harmony lost gods/ But at the same time, it also breaks the stalemate / Victory is either for one side or the other as long as the trinity pity Can be found and forced back into the war∥ The Tree of Pain will call him∥ The Thorn Demon God will catch him∥ True Supreme Wisdom will destroy him∥ This is the story Wumeng told) Brown looked at Johnny in the hell light from the boulder. The oval space was still black, and the giant data circle and the universe outside were cut off as if they didn't exist anymore.She leaned forward, touching their temples, knowing that no thought could be a secret here, but still wanted to whisper. (God, can you understand this?) Johnny raised soft fingers to touch her cheek lightly. (Understand.) (Part of the Trinity created by humans is hidden in the Ten Thousand Stars Network?) (On Wanxing.com or somewhere else. Braun, we don't have much time left here, and I need some final answers from Wumeng.) (Yes, me too. But let's get it to stop talking nonsense.) (agree.) (May I ask first, Johnny?) Brown watched her lover's avatar bow slightly, made the you-please gesture, and returned her attention to the power boulder: (Who killed my father? Senator Byron Lamia?) (Smart Core Authorization ∥ I am also included) (Why? What is he sorry for you?) (He insists on bringing Hyperion into the equation before factoring/forecasting/absorbing) (Why? Does he know what you just told us?) (He only knows that the restless faction is putting pressure on wipe out Human ∥ He passed the news on his colleague Graystone) (Then why didn't you kill her?) (Some of us foresight ruled out The kind of possible/inevitable thing∥ time should be now to use Hyperion variant) (Who killed Johnny's first mod? Attacking his savant personality?) (Yes I ∥ Yes Wumeng’s meaning prevails) (Why?) (We created him ∥ We found that temporarily abort his necessity ∥ Your lover is a personality drawn from long dead a human poet∥ In addition to responding to the Supreme Wisdom Project nothing more complicated than that Work to this resurrection almost nothing ∥ like you/ we usually destroy things we can't understand) Johnny raised his fist against the boulder: (But there is another me. You have failed.) (no fail ∥ you must destroy so the other to survive) (But I'm not destroyed!) cried Johnny. (wrong ∥ you are already destroyed) Before Brown could react or touch her poet lover one last time, the Rock had grabbed Johnny with another virtual djinn's hand.Johnny twisted in the giant AI's palm, and then the small but beautiful body of his virtual entity Keats was torn, squeezed, and shattered into an unrecognizable mass. Wumeng put it on his body, and put The remains of the virtual entity were absorbed back into its own orange depths. Brown fell to his knees and wept.She wished she'd raged and prayed for some anger but only felt lost. Wumeng turned his gaze back to her.The ovoid shells shattered, letting the din of giant dataspheres and electronic madness surround them. (Go away now ∥ after the last act so that we can live or sleep According to the arrangement of fate) (Fuck you!) Brown slapped the palm-shaped platform on which she was kneeling, kicking and kicking the avatar beneath her. (You're a fucking loser! You and all your fucking AI mates. Our superior intelligence can beat yours at any moment!) (this is very has a problem) (We made you, bastard! We'll find your intelligence core. Then we'll rip your guts out!) (I don't have silicon viscera/organs/internal tissues) (And one more thing.) Brown screamed, still clutching the boulder with hands and nails. (Your storytelling sucks. Not even a tenth of Johnny the poet! You can't even tell a simple thing, even if your stupid AI's old life depends on it) (go away!) The artificial intelligence boulder named Wumeng threw her down, causing her virtual entity to tumble and fall into the boundless giant data circle that was neither above nor below. Braun struggled in the data stream and almost bumped into some AIs as big as the moons of meta-Earth, but even under the wind and tumbling of the data stream, she still felt a light in the distance, very cold, but It seemed to be calling her, letting her know that neither Jing Demon God nor life and her would end. And she also wants to have an endless relationship with them. Brown.Lamia followed the cold light and set off on her way home.