Because of being poked by Jenkins, the blue ink letters displayed now are a little smaller than before.
"If you don't want to give me enlightenment, at least before you leave, can you tell me whether the sealed thing in Nolan's underground has been completely lifted?"
Jenkins switched to another way of asking.
[No, the seal was only opened a small hole.]
"It really knows!"
He thought of it in his heart, and then asked:
"Then when do you think this seal will be completely broken?"
[…]
[Sorry, I'm just a page that records the past, and I can't predict the future.]
It was a lie, and the priesthood reminded Jenkins of that. He suddenly felt that this was a bit funny. The other party was obviously just a page, but it gave him the illusion of an ignorant little girl.
"So how about we trade? I'll give you some knowledge you don't have, knowledge you never knew. In return, you give me the answers I want."
[No, this is impossible, I know everything.]
The page that was originally static in front of him suddenly flew, and these words appeared on the paper.
"It really knows everything, it just doesn't want to tell me."
Jenkins thought happily in his heart, then shook his head gently at the page:
"No, no, what you understand is only the knowledge of this world; what you have recorded is only the words of the world's sages. But I have some novel knowledge, which is only the information that I have seen alone. Are you interested?"
As he spoke, he waved his finger, and two silver-blue light bands wrapped around him. They overlap each other but are independent of each other, moving quietly and slowly like a flowing galaxy.
I don't know if Jenkins' affinity is high enough, or his speaking skills have improved, but the page approached these two light bands with confidence, and seemed very interested in Jenkins' proposal.
Generally speaking, when using [Given Knowledge], people other than the caster cannot see the light bands that represent the caster's "memory" and "knowledge". But now [Book of Heart] has seen it, which further makes Jenkins sure that it really has a soul, because his ability doesn't work on things without a soul.
"Well, I can share with you a small piece of information first, and you should be able to tell if this is yours."
As he spoke, he tapped the "Galaxy" flowing in front of him, and a light flew out of it, slowly drifting towards the parchment. The parchment clearly showed an evasive posture in the air, but then took the initiative to greet it, allowing the light spot to enter the inside of the paper.
Blue light immediately emanated from the inside of the parchment, and then the light returned to calm:
[This is... the ether hypothesis? What a strange theory, but the instrument used to detect the existence of the ether is indeed very delicate (Note), is this what you came up with?]
It took this knowledge and immediately understood its meaning, then flew around Jenkins' head, taking a moment to show him the words.
"No, I didn't come up with this, it was my dream."
Jenkins feels no guilt for lying to a piece of paper.
"So how do you feel? Want to trade knowledge with me? I have a lot more..."
He stopped halfway through, because new words appeared on the parchment in front of him:
[This is indeed unprecedented knowledge, sir, you are really amazing. But I can't give you the answer to that question, it's against the rules, I can only record, not interfere, this is the rule of my existence.]
These letters appeared on the paper one by one. When all the words were displayed, the ink of the above words scattered into dark blue particles on the upper reaches of the paper, and a new sentence was pieced together:
[Feel sorry.]
"Do you have a soul?"
Jenkins intends to try another method.
[Maybe there are?]
"Then are you this page itself, or a soul born of this knowledge after years of baptism?"
[I don't understand.]
"It's okay, I can teach you."
Jenkins spoke in a soft tone as much as possible, knowing that if he succeeds, he will immediately solve all the doubts in the past six months.
"The first thing to distinguish is whether you are an automatic responder of the [Book of Heart], or an individual who randomly retrieves the knowledge of the [Book of Heart] and selectively gives answers, and thus generates satisfaction and joy."
[I understand these feelings and can feel them.]
"Then, have you thought about what you are?"
[Yes, I am [Book of Heart].]
"Then why are you the Book of Heart?"
It is a very complicated process to guide a soul to realize its own place and value. Dad taught Jenkins similar knowledge, as an additional topic of soul research, and also part of the self-cognition and psychological balance adjustment of the benefactor.
Jenkins is now following such steps according to the scriptures. If he follows the process, he still has 18 big problems and 93 small problems that have been disassembled, and he will guide the immature soul to recognize himself step by step.
But after the question "Why are you the [Book of Heart]" was asked, the parchment didn't give an answer, but stood there motionless as if it was fixed in the air.
"Is something wrong? Dad never said that a problem of this magnitude would lead to the collapse of self-cognition..."
A white light the size of a grain of rice bloomed in the center of the parchment, and then this light illuminated the entire basement like a white sun. Jenkins who was nearby didn't have time to react, and was immediately stabbed by the white light and burst into tears.
The white light didn't fade after this momentary bloom, but like the eternal blazing sun, it emitted light with a more violent attitude.
After reacting, Jenkins covered his left eye, and put on a monocle on his right eye at a risk. Its ability to maintain a clear vision still worked, and Jenkins saw a figure gradually becoming clear in the center of the burning white fireball.
"what is that?"
The figure was only the size of a thumb, and as she gradually solidified, the white light fell back from the peak as if absorbed. When all the light disappeared, a little girl holding a scroll stood in the air and looked at Jenkins with some anxiety.
The scroll was about the size of the original parchment, but the girl was only the size of a thumb, so the rolled paper was as tall as a telegraph pole in her hand.
She has long black hair, fair skin, and a lovely face. Wearing a light blue dress with white lace decorations on the skirt:
"Because I am the book of the heart, I am the book of the heart."
PS: This refers to the Michelson interferometer.