Hetty, Kamel and the others got the recent work arrangement, and soon left the study. The huge room seemed quiet, and only Gawain sitting behind the desk and Vero standing in front of the desk were left. Nika/Ophelia.
Of course, Amber is also present, but she has been dissolved in the air for a long time, so it can be ignored.
Gawain looked up at Veronica who was holding a platinum scepter, and nodded calmly: "We can discuss some issues about the 'Upper Narrator' this time. Sit down."
Veronica nodded, took a seat on a high-backed chair beside the desk, and said softly, "Your action this time has provided us with a valuable reference example—this should be the first time we have been so intuitive and Get up close and personal with a god, and a god in a sane state."
Gao Wen said in a deep voice: "Strictly speaking, it is still different from the gods in the real world. It is still uncertain whether the upper-level narrator brewed in the sandbox world is 'complete' enough, and he has experienced madness, death, and division. It’s a complicated process, it’s hard to say what changes happened to him during this process.”
"But it is enough as a reference," Veronica said, "We can at least analyze many 'characteristics' unique to gods from him."
"For example... the purity of divinity and the response to mortal thoughts," Gao Wen said slowly, "the upper-level narrator is composed of divinity and humanity. Clever and cunning, the divinity is much purer. I can feel that He has unconditional protection and attention to his people, and will take actions to satisfy the common thoughts of believers—in addition, from a certain point of view, His human nature In fact, it is also acting to satisfy the thoughts of believers, but the method is different."
While talking, Gao Wen slowly frowned: "This confirms one of my previous conjectures: All gods, no matter whether they are crazy or harmful in the end, they acted for the purpose of protecting mortals in the early stages..."
"The disobedient never denies this possibility, and we even think that until the last moment of madness, the gods will retain the instinct to protect mortals in some ways," Veronica said calmly, "there are too many evidences to prove that the gods are against mortals. The shelter of the world, in the primitive age of human beings, the existence of gods even saved the fragile mortals from countless disasters. The crazy degeneration of gods is a gradual process—after this action against the 'upper narrator' is over , I confirmed this even more.”
As Veronica said, she lowered her head slightly and pressed her fingers against her chin, as if she was thinking and organizing her words: "We can regard the 'Upper Narrator' as an earlier stage of gods—in In the early days of his birth, the purer thoughts gave him a more pure divinity, which is the stage closest to the "essence" of gods, while the gods in the real world are in the later stage. According to our observation records in the past, the gods in the real world Already in a very chaotic, paranoid state, which is clearly going to get worse...”
"Based on this, we may be able to divide gods into several stages," Gao Wen pondered and said, "The gods first born in the mortal thoughts are pure individuals produced by relatively strong spiritual reflection. Born of a single emotion or desire, such as the fear of death and the awe of nature, this is the "primitive god", and the upper-level narrator is at this stage;
"After the birth of the gods, they will be constantly affected by the thoughts of mortals, and as the influence lasts longer, they will be mixed with too many 'impurities' themselves, so they will become more chaotic and more inclined to madness. I am afraid that It is the longest stage in the entire 'life cycle' of a god, which is the 'god of the pollution period';
"In the final period, the pollution reached its peak, and the gods completely turned into a chaotic and crazy existence. When all reason was annihilated by those chaotic thoughts, the gods will enter their final stage, which is also the stage that the rebels are trying to fight against— 'Mad God'."
After Gao Wen's voice fell, Veronica nodded slightly: "According to the characteristics of the upper-level narrators, your division method should be correct."
"...So, it's not just divinity that pollutes humanity, it's also humanity that pollutes divinity," Gao Wen sighed softly, "We always think that the spiritual pollution of gods is the first and most powerful pollution, but we ignore the quantity Huge mortals have equally huge influence on gods...
"The complexity and differences of mortals have caused the gods to continuously fall in the direction of madness since their birth. The gods who protect all things are 'created' by mortals themselves, and the 'mad gods' who eventually destroy the world are also created by mortals themselves."
"The nature of this world is like this," Veronica said quietly. The disobedient who had lived for a thousand years spoke indifferently, and there was only machine-like calm in her beautiful crystal-carved eyes. "It's neither fair nor fair. It is not biased, it just has a set of rules, and all of us—including God—have to operate within this set of rules. The only irony is probably that we are such 'disobedient', we are a group of people who refuse to obey the rules Dead mortals, and refuse to die, is probably the greatest disobedience to this world."
Gawain was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head with exclamation and said, "...survival is the instinct of all beings, and morality is limited to groups. In a sense, both humans and gods are pitiful."
At this moment, Amber's voice came from the nearby air: "But why must human nature pollute divinity? If mortals are complicated and chaotic, wouldn't mortals be the same when gods were born?"
Gawain glanced to the side, grabbed the amber out of the air, and Veronica said, "Because we have been developing, the ethnic group is becoming larger and more complex, not just This is true materially, and the same is true ideologically.
"The ancients who conceived the 'gods' in the first place, they may just be in awe of certain natural phenomena, and their greatest wish may be to have enough food and clothing, just to survive the next day, but what about us today? How many mortals are there? How many expectations and impulses do you have about the future? And these all point to the god who originally only wanted to protect people from food and clothing... "
Listening to Veronica's words, Amber couldn't help frowning slowly.
"This sounds like a deadlock... Unless we never develop, even the population does not change, and the thinking remains the same for a thousand years, so as to avoid the emergence of 'mad gods'... But how is this possible?"
"This is indeed an endless loop," Gao Wen said lightly, "that's why we have to find a way to break it. Whether it is the end of all things will try to create a god completely dominated by human nature, or the eternal sleeper will try to break through the soul seal. The methods to cut off the 'pollution link' between man and God are all trying to break this endless cycle, but...their paths have all failed."
Amber suddenly looked up at Gao Wen: "Is there another way?"
Gawain looked into those bright eyes, and slowly smiled: "It depends on human effort, there will always be a way."
"I hope this road will be found sooner," Amber pouted and muttered, "It's good for people, and it's good for God..."
Veronica heard Amber's words, but as a disobedient, she didn't make any rebuttals or warnings. She just listened quietly, her eyes were calm, as if she was lost in thought.
Gao Wen narrowed his eyes slightly, his thoughts fluctuating.
The development of mortals... In a sense, a poison that contaminates the gods has been brewed, burying the hidden danger of human self-destruction. However, development itself is the only resistance that mortals can make when facing this cold and hard world.
This cold rule is really not very friendly, but neither man nor god has any choice.
…
Magic Technology Research Institute, Druid Research Center.
The gray-haired Byron stood in an unobstructed open space, nervously watching the technicians not far away busy around the platform, adjusting equipment. He tried his best to look calm, so he stood upright on the spot , but those who are familiar with him can see the tension deep in the imperial general's heart from this calm standing posture—
It is rare for a normal Byron to stand up like this.
Pea sat quietly on the chair next to Byron, looked up at her adoptive father with some helplessness, lowered her head and picked up the clipboard she never left, wrote a line of text on it, and then stamped it with a pen. Byron's elbow, handed over the writing board:
"Dad, relax, you will influence everyone."
Byron looked down at the content on the writing board, and pulled out a stiff smile: "I... I'm quite relaxed..."
Seeing this, Pea sighed helplessly, and turned her gaze to a large pile of machinery and equipment and technicians not far away.
Pittman stood among a group of assistants and researchers, with a seriousness rarely seen on his wrinkled face.
The crystal resonance device buried under the test bench emits a pleasant hum, and a complex and clear three-dimensional image appears above the projection crystal inlaid in front of the test bench. Details, pay attention to its every change.
"There should be no problem. The reaction is consistent with the last test. The artificial nerve cord is alive and well, and the signal transmission is very clear," said an assistant. "We will see if the new skull base contacts can function as expected …”
"Finally, it's time for acceptance..." Pittman sighed softly, and then carefully picked up the strangely shaped silver-white device placed in the center of the platform as if holding a treasure.
It was a "serpentine device" less than half a meter long and composed of pieces of silver-white metal segments. The whole looked like a flat spine, with a triangular structure that seemed to be able to fit the back of the neck at one end, and extended out from the other end. With a few "tentacle"-like terminals, the whole device looks sophisticated and weird.
This is exactly the improved "nerve thorn".
Holding the triangular structure of the nerve thorn with one hand and holding its terminal nodule underneath with the other, Pittman came before Byron and Pea.
"Can it be used?" Byron asked immediately.
"It could have been used," Pittman rolled his eyes, "just to be safe, we checked it again."
What he said didn't make Byron relax much. The latter still couldn't help frowning, and confirmed again: "In case something happens..."
"First of all, this is a non-implantable nerve cord, which relies on the contact at the base of the skull to establish a connection with the brain, and the contact at the base of the skull itself has a fuse mechanism. As long as the user's brain wave disturbance exceeds a safe value, the contact will be disconnected by itself. Opened, secondly, so many experts here are watching, and the laboratory has prepared the most perfect emergency equipment, you can put your heart back, let it continue to dance in the place where it should stay for decades, don't be blind here nervous."
Byron opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but Pea had already stood up from the chair, and pushed Byron aside calmly.
Pittman glanced at Byron: "Pea is much braver than you."
Byron moved his lips twice, as if he still had a lot to say, but he finally closed his mouth.
In this case, don't continue to question the professionals, and don't add confusion to the experimental project—this is a simple truth, even a half-way knight who was born as a mercenary understands.
"Pea, sit on this chair," Pittman led the girl to a nearby chair, and the latter had her hair tied up when she went out today, revealing her smooth neck. Pittman held a This is the world's first set of "nerve thorns", put it a little closer to the back of the pea's neck, "it will be a little cold, and then there will be some numbness, but it will pass soon. After that, the tray will stick to your skin, Make sure the contacts at the base of the skull are connected effectively - the 'glue' effect is very strong, so if you want to take it off later, remember to press the buttons on the back in order, otherwise it will hurt... ”
Pittman explained the precautions very seriously, and then finally attached the silver-white device to the back of Pea's neck.
A very subtle "click" sound came from the silver-white metal joints. This device made of magic materials, light metals, and bionic substances sensed brain waves, and immediately seemed to gain life. The triangle The shaped tray was attached to the back of the pea's head, and a stream of dark red light quickly flowed between those neatly arranged metal "nodes", the internal runes were activated sequentially, the entire nerve thorn contracted, and then relaxed. Expand it.
Pea's neck trembled violently, but there was no expression of discomfort on her face.
Pittman stood up, glanced at Byron who was stepping forward because of nervousness, and looked back at Pea.
"We've installed a small talker in your nerve thorns - you can now try to 'speak'. Focus and bring out what you want to say, which may not be easy at first , but I believe you can quickly master... "
Pea hesitated and turned her head, as if she was still getting used to the wonderful touch from the back of her neck, then she frowned, trying to focus in the way Pittman explained, and outlined the words she wanted to say in her mind.
An eerie, indistinct noise came from the nerve thorns in the back of her head.
Then there was a second burst of noise, which seemed to be mixed with some broken and messy syllables.
Pea tried a few more times, and finally, the syllables gradually began to continue, and the noise gradually subsided.
She took a deep breath, concentrated her attention again, and then fixed her eyes on Byron next to her.
An intermittent but clear voice came into the ears of the nearly fifty-year-old knight: "... Dad... thank you..."