The human brain, composed of thousands of kilometers of nerve cells, is an organ that undergoes endless nerve regeneration. Its nerve cell circuits are more than 1,400 times more complex than the telephone network in the world today, and 100,000 different processes are carried out every second. chemical reactions, and its memory stores more information than any electronic computer. This is the most exquisite existence in the living body, it has unparalleled creativity and potential, and no one has really tapped the full use of the brain.
It is an extremely sophisticated human computer, the human body's CPU, memory, and the core of thinking and memory.
Dong Zheng's eyes flashed countless numbers of 0s and 1s. At this moment, he took the core of his brain as the core and Murphy as the medium, connected one port after another, and constructed a human brain. Computer Group, a very large cloud!
Using his own brain to connect with the brains of countless people is simply a crazy move like a fantasy. If you are not careful, you may face the risk of overloading, but Dong Zheng dares.
The temple, which has been expanded twice by physical strength and temple energy, has not been fully developed by him so far. As each port is connected, different brains become part of the cloud architecture, and virtual units appear in the temple one by one. The blinking lights represent the thoughts of different people, and the temple will soon be brightly lit. .
This kind of port connection and expansion has lasted for half an hour. The invisible information highway connects people's brains for data transmission. The computer group with Dong Zheng and Murphy as the core is gradually formed. These come from the pure white world. Human brains in every corner form a huge system comparable to a supercomputer!
And now, Dong Zheng will use such a human brain computer group to launch an attack on the supercomputer called Kether!
Countless data are generated from different brains, and along the port left by Murphy, flow into Dong Zheng's core through the virtual information highway, and together they construct an unimaginably huge cloud of thinking!
Standing in front of the recycle bin, Dong Zheng's closed eyelashes kept shaking, and blood slowly flowed out of his ears and nose. Extreme overload would irreversibly damage the core, but Dong Zheng didn't care anymore. If he couldn't destroy Kether, If he can't successfully leave the pure white world, even if he has an intact core, what's the point
Murphy's phantom flickered erratically under the impact of the huge data stream, and those calm and unwavering black eyes were brighter than ever before.
In an instant, the lights of the "unit" on the second floor of the temple began to flicker wildly, and Dong Zheng in front of the recycling station opened his eyes.
Neurons send electrical pulses at a speed of 400 kilometers per hour, and an uncountable torrent of data pours out of his core, and rushes along the information highway under his feet into the huge garbage can in front of him, which is from the pure white world. People's chaotic thinking is the result of countless personal CPU operations. At this moment, all of them have become part of the recycle bin!
The huge trash can received the impact of endless junk information. After ten seconds, it shook violently and was quickly filled to the extent visible to the naked eye.
Tens of thousands of people's thoughts continued to pour in, and the recycle bin was almost trembling. It was being stretched to keep getting bigger and bigger, and the three blue circular arrows above were stretched out of shape.
boom! ! !
With a loud bang, the recycle bin exploded.
Dong Zheng immediately let go of the hand he held with Murphy. The moment he let go, the huge crew that was crowded with the temple disappeared. Murphy's figure became unprecedentedly solid. Even Dong Zheng thought that the man was in space. The girl in the prison box called Prisoner 0 appeared in front of him again.
Murphy didn't speak, she just smiled at Dong Zheng and disappeared from his sight. In other words, Dong Zheng couldn't see her anymore.
He was forcibly ejected from the temple and fell into the air. A reptile caught him with a wide back. Dong Zheng saw that the gate of the temple in the inner sky was slowly closing.
When the door was completely closed, the six-winged fallen angels holding long swords and shields moved for the first time. They raised their hands, and the long swords crossed into a cross, sealing the temple.
From now on, no one will be able to enter.
On the information highway, Dong Zheng suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood, and the core is shrinking violently, which is the price of excessive overdraft. He had a splitting headache and could barely control his breathing, but even so, Dong Zheng was still staring at the recycling station that was exploding.
The recycling station was frantically spitting out the stuff that was stuffed into it. The data streams gathered by Dong Zheng were sprayed into the sky, and then crashed onto the information highway, and soon accumulated a layer on the road, with changing numbers. And the characters flowed like a river, submerging Dong Zheng's calf.
Dong Zheng tried his best to seal the pain port. He was really afraid that he would faint from the pain if he went on like this. When the pain port was closed, he could finally stand up straight and wipe the blood from the seven orifices.
It took ten minutes for the recycle bin to spit out what Dong Zheng had forcibly stuffed into it, but the vomiting continued. Countless pieces of information that needed to be deleted and destroyed flew out of the trash and scattered in the computer core. .
A01002 handed in the report of this anomaly clearance and returned to the dormant cabin to rest.
As the task force of the supercomputer kether, he exists in the form of data. Wherever the kernel sends him, he will appear there, remove anomalies, and kill viruses.
A01002 couldn't remember how long this life lasted. When there was no mission, he stayed in the dormant cabin, waiting for the next mission order to be issued. He never felt that there was anything wrong with such a life, until this time, he met the group of people in the box of the Rosary Church where the disorder had occurred.
They said they were once a pilgrim named Alan, and they were teammates.
A01002 was lying in the dormant cabin, but his mind was full of what those people said to him, he thought silently, just at this moment, the dormant cabin sounded the alarm.
A01002 sat up immediately, the alarm meant that another mission was coming and he needed to act immediately. He opened the panel to see the specific content of the task, but found that the coordinates that marked the confusion were almost coincident with his position.
Error... inside the program? !
A01002 thought for a moment that he had read it wrong, but the next second, a flood of data rushed in from afar, and he was too late to dodge and was submerged in it.
The feeling of being overwhelmed by data is amazing, as if your own entity is also dissolved in it, and only the consciousness remains. A01002 didn't notice that a string of special data whizzed past him from a distance, like a homing bird, rushing straight towards him.
A01002 froze, with the integration of data, what is rapidly recovering—
"Hey man, should I sit here?"
"My name is Wang Ailun. It's the third time I've entered the box. You can call me Alan or Pharaoh."
…
"Come on! Leave me alone! Come on!"
"I... still have a... chance to choose to be a prisoner or an NPC, right?"
Those memories that were thrown into the recycling bin after being cleared by kether, at this moment, came back to his mind again.
He remembered it all.
Dong Zheng tries to capture information that may be useful to him as much as possible. The captured data flows through the core in his brain, and after analysis, it flows out, especially the information about the development process of the box. After the pilgrims left, what was their final fate
Dream Gallery, bald singer, extreme northern land, atheists, night rain in deserted villages... Things that happened in one box after another flashed through Dong Zheng's mind, and they were classified and analyzed by the core, looking for the common ground. . Suddenly, Dong Zheng's body was shocked!
- The world is desolate along the time, you and I are both believers of entropy.
I see!
Entropy, a measure of order, the greater the entropy, the more disorder.
The second law of thermodynamics states that in a closed system, change is always going in the direction of increasing entropy, i.e. things are always going in the direction of more disorder, a broken cup never returns to its original shape, and ink drops into the water and never again. It may be possible to separate it again.
However, in a non-closed system, there is a real "anti-entropy process", that is, the digestion and absorption of organisms.
The organism maintains the order of the organism by eating and absorbing the energy in the food. The food loses energy and becomes a state of high entropy, while the entropy in the organism is maintained at a normal level.
The pure white world is like an individual life, and the boxes are actually small worlds that actually exist. In order to maintain its own low-entropy and orderly state, the pure white world needs to continuously absorb energy from other small worlds, similar to how humans obtain energy from food to maintain body functions. The pilgrims who keep entering the box are the cells that make the box more high-entropy and disorderly, and convert the energy in the box to the pure white world!
So the Queen did everything possible to prevent the pilgrims from leaving the pure white realm. A person could accept the normal death of cells, but would not allow her hard-working cells to escape.
All their pilgrims, from the beginning to the end, are tools that are constantly working for the normal existence of the pure white world! Each box is a real world. After being "digested" by the pilgrims, their energy is absorbed by the pure white earth, turned into "food scraps" and thrown into the recycling bin.
There is such a cruel truth in that sentence.
Dong Zheng fell into an unprecedented shock. After tearing off the veil of the appearance of the world, the reality often made people feel fear and despair. It turned out that the world they experienced turned out to be real. What they called customs clearance was actually Destroy it completely
But Dong Zheng couldn't immerse himself in shock for too long, because the recycling bin in front of him began to spit out strange things.
One after another pink letters were sprayed out, the envelopes flew in all directions, scattered in the air and fell again, forming a pink letter rain in the core.
Dong Zheng looked at everything in front of him in disbelief, he stretched out his hand, and a love letter fell into his hand, sealed with rose lacquer. One after another, countless seals floated on his shoulders and feet, floating on the data river of the information highway, almost drowning Dong Zheng.
Dong Zheng suddenly understood why the memory sent a love letter every day, but never received a reply.
All the love letters are in transit and are thrown into the recycle bin as junk files.
In that huge trash can, in addition to the memory of the death pilgrim washed away, the information intelligence that has lost its effectiveness, there is also a memory's admiration for his CPU.
They have existed in the same computer since they were born, working with each other, but they have never met. She calculates, analyzes, and controls everything, and he stores all useful information and provides her with data protection at all times.
It was a seemingly absurd but extremely simple feeling.
The recycle bin was like vomiting violently, spitting out countless envelopes, and each love letter almost burst the server and drowned the entire core.
Endless, endless.
—In a glass room full of flowers and plants, a young man with golden eyes and curly curly hair was sitting at the table. The golden lines of orchid flowers on his face made his facial features even more thrilling. He held a quill pen and told the pen Admiration for a lover you have never met.
Jeg elsker dig
Ich liebe dich
i love you
Ятебялюблю
Je t'aime
Rakastan sinua
love
Ti amo
…
The letter paper floated out, and in the black birdcage, the CPU unfolded it.
On the white letter paper, only three words were written.
-I love you.
——Volume 15. Information Highway [End]——
The author has something to say: the last volume will start tomorrow
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