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Each grain of powder turned into a black-winged butterfly, and these ghostly living creatures filled his retinas, the edges of their wings reflected a rainbow of seven colors, and the three primary colors gathered, swirled, and overlapped. The colorful pictures unfolded in front of his eyes, reminding him of his childhood.
When he has three rectangular mirrors in his hand, he will put the mirrors inwards into a triangular prism, making a kaleidoscope. He will stick one end of the kaleidoscope to his right eye, and then close his left eye, at this time the whole world will stagger and expand into a complex picture and crash into his eyes.
"There are many of you here." He seemed to hear a clear voice say this.
He opened his eyes, and the dizzy dizziness just now disappeared, he seemed to float up, his body was light, and the lightness of removing all the shackles. He looked around, there was a meadow, and two figures appeared in front of him.
He saw himself lying on the green grass when he was a child, holding a kaleidoscope to look at the person lying beside him, and laughing while watching: "I count how many eyes you have, I just counted 13,000. Ninety-one... No, why is it singular."
The person next to him said, "The number is wrong."
The texture of the sound was comforting, like a stream flowing out of a deep forest valley that no one has stepped on.
The grass under him is soft, the grass blades of different lengths are translucent by sunlight, and the dark blue and light green are intertwined. Occasionally, a weed takes root in it, and a small white flower blooms at the top. This scene is so quiet and clear that it makes people stretch out all over, wanting to stay forever, forever.
"Forget it." He moved his body and turned the other end of the kaleidoscope to the sky: "I want to see the sky."
The moment he looked at the sunny blue sky, he squinted his eyes reflexively: "...It's so dazzling."
—Then the man next to him would straighten up and reach out to block the end of the kaleidoscope: "Don't look at it."
He would throw away the kaleidoscope, mess with that person for a while, then come to a compromise, lean against the sky, and look at the lake, the trees, the buildings—actually, it was his imagination, because he had a gut feeling that it was going to happen. In fact, the scene just now disappeared in just a few seconds. At this moment, he was in the old house whose walls were covered with green vines. The thick shade blocked part of the sun, and it was the season of ivy blooming.
He was in the study, his grandfather was reading a huge computer monograph with a pair of reading glasses.
He ran over, put his elbows on his grandfather's knees, and looked up. Raised by his grandfather and sister, acting like a spoiled child seems to be his best skill.
"Grandpa," he said softly, "Dongchen is going abroad, can't we really keep Dongjun?"
His grandfather took off his reading glasses, looked at him, and said, "Children should follow their relatives."
"But Dong Chengen doesn't like him, and doesn't want him to follow him," he plausibly said, "but I like him, we keep him, we are his relatives, can't we?"
His grandfather looked at him seriously.
Grandpa has a pair of gentle and indifferent eyes, just like the wisest old people, the younger generation always believes that those eyes can see through some things in the world.
"Do you like him very much, and does he like you too?" his grandfather asked, "he is very similar to his father in character, and is the kind of person who is very lacking in emotion."
"He also likes me." Lin Xun retorted: "And Dongchen is not a person without feelings."
He murmured softly, "He liked it so much... locked her up."
He knew that Dongchen only likes his wife alone in this world. He even hated his child for this, because her wife's love had been divided into two parts since she had this child, and he could no longer monopolize it. He thought that Dongchen must not have wanted this child at that time, but his wife thought differently from him.
His grandfather touched his head and said slowly, "That's not liking."
"I like it."
"You'll understand when you grow up."
"I don't care." Lin Xun couldn't act like a spoiled child, and planned to splash: "I want him to stay."
His grandfather didn't look at him harshly. He said, "Then you are responsible for taking care of him."
Lin Xun nodded and vowed, "I will protect him."
He didn't know why he used the word "protect", he just thought that he would never make this person sad in the future.
In fact, Lin Xun knew for a long time that he would succeed. He knew that his grandfather also liked Dongjun, and even taught him the game of decimal, binary and hexadecimal. If a person likes a child, he will not be willing to let someone like Dongchen take him. And Dongchen will not refuse, if he has no feelings for his own child, he will not pay attention to the whereabouts of this child, and if he still has a little bit of physical fatherly love, he will know that this child is far better than others. to follow him. Grandpa is a well-known old scientist. No one will worry about handing over the child to Grandpa.
He almost hopped out of the study and opened the study door, trying to tell his friend the news.
He saw Dongjun just outside the door.
- And Dongjun's eyes went past him and looked directly at his grandfather.
He didn't understand the meaning of that stare at the time, and he won't understand it in the future. It will be ten years later, in front of grandpa's gray tombstone, Lin Ting cried unconsciously, fell forward, and was supported by Dong Jun. In an instant, he will understand.
It is better for the three of them to live together in adversity than for two brothers and sisters to depend on each other for life. It is also better than that between father and son, although blood is thicker than water but they have no feelings for each other. The first 20 years of their lives will be smooth sailing, because grandfather has found the best one for them. untie.
But Linding lives more in her own world, and her hobbies are different from everyone else in this family. She paints, designs, and travels far and wide. More often, he faced the world with that person—the world where anything could happen.
At this moment, he was suddenly at the height of a building, and they climbed up the skylight at the top of the building. Viaducts, sidewalks, roundabouts, from here you can overlook the continuous flow and traffic of the whole city. A blaring siren blared from one corner of the city, and red and blue dome lights flashed because of a massive car accident in another corner of the city.
“It was probably the same way when my parents died.” His voice was calm, as if he was telling a bland story: “The news is that an out-of-control truck with a tired driver took their The car hit the viaduct."
After a short pause, he added: "If there was an autonomous driving system that could control all the vehicles, nothing like this would happen."
Someone hugged him from behind: "Are you going to do it?"
"Well..." he said, "then try it?"
It was windy at the top of the city, he remembered. In one's life, many crucial decisions are actually made in the blink of an eye, just like one summer, when walking through the school, in an empty corridor, Dongjun suddenly lowered his head and kissed him.
The fragments flowed hurriedly, as if time had moved forward, and the next place to stop was a room with a lush green outside, bright windows, sunlight, sky, white clouds, and the shadows of hawthorn trees crashing in.
His tone has changed, and although there are still traces of a young man, he is also a few years older.
"The highest authority of the autopilot system is given to us two, and I think special circumstances will always occur. So we have to have a authority that can override all restrictions to modify the system settings. However, this authority is held by us together or separately. ?"
Before waiting for an answer, he muttered to himself, "Let's keep them separately, in case we're not together one day or something."
The sound and the scene are gone, and he drifts from scene to scene like a speck of extinguished soot. Perhaps there is indeed an inner logic in the human essence that connects these fleeting fragments into a chain.
The scene changed again. Thousands of seats were arranged in steps in the venue of the exhibition hall, and there was a person on each long seat and the eyes of this person looking into the venue. He was in the preparation room, from which he could look directly to the side of the stage. The lights in the audience were dim, and only the person around him was bright, a kind of spotlight unique to a tech fair. He saw Dongjun's slender and graceful silhouette, and he was there quietly, already attracting everyone's attention.
"Hello." His voice didn't seem to contain any emotion: "I'm from the galaxy. Today, I want to talk to you about autopilot."
"First of all, I want to clarify its concept. To this end, we put forward three requirements for a fully automatic driving system, ten types of scene information and five-level control instructions."
The sound became fainter and farther away, like a flash, and his attention returned to the preparation room.
"Look at him, he has no feelings." Wang Anan rubbed him with his elbow: "I should let you go."
"I don't have any emotion in what I say," he said.
"That's different, you look more friendly." Wang Anan said with disgust: "And we are a large refrigerant there, which makes people dare to love and dare not speak."
Lin Xun laughed.
"I can't go." He said warmly: "He doesn't say it. But he will be unhappy when I interact with the audience."
Wang Anan: "Tsk."
The next moment he found himself in the lounge, away from the hustle and bustle outside - he was sitting on the sofa, Dong Jun was in front of him, he held Dong Jun's hand, looked up at him, his face seemed to be very playful, but Lin. Looking at this scene, Xun suddenly felt a faint sense of loss. He heard himself say, "A lot of people are watching you."
This wisp of sadness pulled him out of this scene. He seemed to follow a river down the river, and hurriedly glanced at countless independent scenes along the way. Each scene was like an independent world. Here, the fragments are connected in a mysterious and elusive way. He opened his eyes wide and saw the Milky Way Building rising to the ground in the sunlight, and the vehicles shuttled in an orderly manner on the roads of the world. The world-this world, as described in all science fiction, is moving forward like a curve of a power function. , incredible technology, incredible research, incredible creativity, springing up like mushrooms in this land every day.
Like that science fair, he seemed to be behind the scenes all the time, in the prep room, in front of the computer. He declared that he had no intention of being involved in complex business operations, that he preferred to deal with math girls or Turing men, and he didn't care how the galaxy was run. He didn't know whether this behavior was his own preference or that person's preference.
So at a certain moment, an elusive moment, he was suddenly cut off from the world. The person who had been by his side all of a sudden didn't seem to belong to him, and he seemed to be just watching it all happen, not involved. He saw a lot of pictures that disappeared at a glance. Galaxy needed Dongjun a lot of times, but very few times when he needed himself. He doesn't seem to have any friends and no social interaction. Those people who worked together to fix bugs in the middle of the night suddenly left, and the fresh beating heart of that year gradually stopped. He hadn't even been out - but he couldn't think of a reason, as if he had drawn himself into a prison, leaving himself in one place.
He was writing and drawing alone in front of his desk, with a snow-white cat on his lap. He wrote a lot, and a long time passed, but the door never opened, and the person never came. For a moment, he suddenly felt some pent-up disgust.
Then, the sweet and cheerful melody of the playground sounded, and he saw the scene he once dreamed of, the gentle and long kiss in the Ferris wheel. He seemed to say goodbye to a certain part of his life just like that.
But it was longer and more detailed than the separation in the dream.
When he took the balloon handed by the red-nosed clown and walked farther and farther with his back to the Ferris wheel, he always had an uneasy illusion, as if someone was watching him deadly until he got into the car and walked away from him. The city, away from everything that took his breath away.
Later, later—
Suddenly blank, he drifted aimlessly in a void for a long time. He thought he might be dead. He didn't do any good deeds worth mentioning in his life, but he didn't commit any evil deeds to make money and kill his life. Will he go to heaven or hell? Who will judge him? No, he is a materialist. He had already thought that in the five minutes he was about to die, he would look back on this fleeting life indifferently, and he would go beyond God to judge himself.
As if he had a consonance in his heart, Lin Xun's mind moved slightly, and then raised his head, there was a sparse figure at the end of the void in front of him, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.
He stepped forward, and as he got closer, he was sure that the man in front of him was the one he saw in the mirror every day. It's just that this person's facial features are a little deeper and thinner, and there is a faint haggard between his brows and eyes.
—Haggard and gentle, he looked at himself, and the corners of his lips slowly drew a smile.
Lin Xun looked at him.
He was wearing a gray formal suit, and it seemed that everything was normal, but when Lin Xun continued to look down, he saw a black chain on his wrist. Lin Xun looked up and saw that the same chain was tied around his neck.
He looked up suddenly, and saw countless chains crisscrossing the black space from unknown places in all directions, locking this person firmly in the center, except for the rotation of his eyes, he couldn't move an inch.
And this person who was tightly imprisoned didn't seem to feel the pain, he just looked at him, his eyelashes slightly lowered, and there seemed to be gentle worry in his eyes.
Lin Xun looked at him, he didn't know what to say, and finally said softly, "I know."
The man smiled deeper, but said nothing. He raised his eyes and looked in a direction in the void.
Lin Xun followed his gaze and saw a black shard, entangled in heavy cobwebs, floating towards him. It was dark in color and seemed to have some symbolic meaning. When Lin Xun saw it, I realized that this might be the end of this many illusions.
He closed his eyes and merged with the shard.
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He was in a room and just put down the phone, but he didn't know who he called and what he said, but he just felt that his mood was very soft.
In front of him was an old-fashioned white desktop computer that wasn't even connected to the Internet. The next moment, he took out a chip as thin as a cicada's wings from the groove of the main unit, then formatted the machine and walked downstairs. His car was waiting downstairs.
The moment the door closed automatically, he looked up at the dark sky outside the window. The early spring is chilly, with lead-grey clouds looming over the sky, and the weather forecast is playing automatically in the car.
The fine snow particles had hit the windows, and were melted through the windows by the heater in the car. His heart beat heavily, the sky was covered with dark clouds, a strange and malicious pattern, like some kind of language in the dark. He frowned, and in the void, someone seemed to tell him over and over again, don't get in the car, don't get in the car.
But the autopilot system, as usual, slowly drove out of the house and went in the set direction. He held the chip in his hand and kept looking at it, as if he was treating a gift to someone. The mood has calmed down.
The phone rang, the screen showed the doctor, and he picked it up.
"What have you been doing recently?" The doctor's tone was still lazy.
"Nothing, write something." Lin Xun said.
"Huh?" The doctor said, "You have been writing this for a long time."
Lin Xun smiled: "It's been two years."
"Two years..." The doctor seemed to stretch himself over there: "You have been separated from him for two years."
Lin Xun stared at the front with slightly confused eyes, and returned: "Well."
"Do you plan to continue like this?" the doctor said, "Why bother. In the end, either you are crazy or he is crazy."
"His words are... alright." Lin Xun said.
"Oh?" The doctor raised his voice: "You seem to be in a good mood."
"Okay, I forget the pain," he smiled softly, "I still... miss him sometimes."
"Don't mention it." The doctor over there said: "The institute has recently received a project, which is too exciting. I have to tell you something."
Lin Xun: "Huh?"
"Huohu, the medical version is developing very well now, you know?" the doctor said.
Lin Xun: "I know."
"The cause was a car accident in North America a year ago." The doctor said: "The patient connected to the Nutshell system in a state of systemic shock, and an abnormal electrical signal appeared. In a vegetative state, his consciousness remained awake in the virtual world for ten days, until Brain dies."
His tone gradually became excited: "At that time, public opinion exploded, but the relevant research has not progressed, and the public has forgotten it. But ah, but our almighty Dr. Simpson..."
He seemed to be trying to sell off, and Lin Xun was also aroused: "How's it going?"
The doctor said: "This month, we have rescued five vegetative patients who were reborn in the husk. Although the conditions are very, very harsh, you know, as long as the conditions are met, the recovery rate is unbelievably high. We are Global Recruitment - It hasn't been announced to the outside world, but I'm too excited to share it with you."
"My God." This was indeed an amazing result, and Lin Xun didn't know what to respond to for a while.
His car drove out of the city and got on the expressway. There was no one on the expressway. It was a little abnormal, but it was nothing. The traffic is not developed in this place, it is mountainous, and the expressway also twists and turns. The display screen of the autopilot system marked the forward route and announced it with a voice. He suddenly shuddered, but he couldn't detect anything wrong.
The doctor over there seemed to have heard something: "Are you in the car?"
He gave a vague "um" and looked out the window.
The doctor asked, "Where are you going?"
"Go..." The moment he was about to answer, the hair on his entire body exploded, making his body feel cold!
wrong.
The lane is wrong. His car was going in the wrong direction.
Why didn't you call the police
He didn't have time to talk to the doctor, threw his phone aside, and quickly pressed the emergency brake option—no response. The blood in the heart almost solidified, and in a subconscious reaction, his eyes quickly swept around the screen, and then looked into the car - whether there was something that could destroy the control center.
Nothing can help him physically destroy the system.
"Luo, are you there?" he said.
No response.
Lin Xun took a few breaths and pressed the emergency call option, but nothing happened. His system seemed to be malfunctioning.
Impossible, impossible - the next moment the system fails, the vehicle will brake and warn, and the backup system will be activated to avoid other accidents.
He seemed to suddenly remember something, grabbed the phone on the side, the doctor was asking him what was wrong, he hung up, Dongjun's number came to his mind, he quickly pressed the first number.
In fact, everything is too late.
His speed was picking up. Like an arrow from the string, a dazzling sharp turn, oncoming is a heavy truck with a load of fourteen tons.
The only thought he had before he lost consciousness was that only he and Dongjun had systematic control.
The next moment, he crushed the chip in his hand.
The huge impact came from the front, and his brain hummed like the center of a nuclear explosion—the next second.
Everything was quiet.
There is no pain, or the pain exceeds the threshold of human perception, he seems to be out of the body, and he can only vaguely feel his limbs.
I don't know how long it will be, it may be the next moment, or it may be a long time later.
A person picked him up, and his hand was slowly held.
A faint and cold breath covered him like a heavy snow.