If the Void Cataclysm is inevitable, does the Fallen Apostle know about it
If the Fallen Apostles knew that the Void Cataclysm was coming, would they take action about it
These are two issues that have not been explained by any evidence so far, but the existing information still vaguely points to one direction: the fallen apostles may have noticed the changes in the void, and their actions may be related to this. According to God the Father's theory, if the Void Cataclysm occurs, the fallen apostles themselves may be mostly spared, but all their worlds will perish in an instant, and then they will all be exposed to the sight of the gods and the empire, and everything The basic power will be cut off, and it can almost be said that it will be destroyed. If the other party knows that all this is about to happen, they must take action.
The superficial analogy is very appropriate. No one has ever thought of it like this before: the whole event of the Void Cataclysm is really like a process of killing viruses. It is the Void itself that executes this program, and the Void creatures are quite For administrators in the void, the world associated with this administrator group is actually equivalent to having a legal identity in the registry, no matter whether they are programs installed directly by the administrator or shortcuts for the program to install itself, they can As normal information, but the fallen apostle's own world has not been confirmed and authorized by the administrator, it can be regarded as data secretly tampered with by backdoor software—no matter how unreasonable this statement is, as long as the superficial conjecture is true, then Void As far as the world is concerned, a world that is not authorized by void creatures is illegal.
So when the Cataclysm happened, everything that couldn't be found in the registry was deleted.
God the Father has found subtle traces in every world, those things are fragments of information without any meaning. Natural products, so are these things labels that indicate "authorization"
"It's possible, it's very possible," Father God nodded repeatedly, "Besides the innate information perturbation power of void creatures, I really can't think of anything else that could cause a world to be labeled with such an inexplicable label." , in this way, there must be no such information marked on the territory of the fallen apostles—but we still can't confirm it. Once void creatures like you and me really confirm the coordinates of a certain world of the other party, that world will definitely be marked It’s really a troublesome situation, and there’s no way around it.”
My idea is that if the void creature is really equivalent to an administrator responsible for "authorizing" everything in the world, the three of us seem to be really weak, as long as we see things, even if we don't see them, what our subordinates see , they must be authorized unconditionally, so that they can survive the catastrophe, what is this, there is no control power at all! If only I knew how this authorization process came about, I would immediately label all the fallen apostles as a Trojan horse, and then wait for the antivirus, which would save trouble...
"Now let's assume that the fallen apostles knew about the cataclysm of the void, so how did they know that after the cataclysm, all things that were not 'authorized' by void creatures were finished?" I still have some doubts, "Now I want to Thinking, they spent so much money to create a void creature, and for this they were even used by a brat like Xiaoxue. It can’t be that they want to devote themselves to science, right? I think their purpose of creating a void creature is to give themselves world authorization—the equivalent of a fake admin account."
"I've also noticed this. The Fallen Apostles, as the remnant forces after the collapse of the old empire, originally they shouldn't have too much information. The Void Cataclysm, this is what the crazy girl Huron and I deduced , Others don’t know at all, and have no way of knowing: Without the induction of void creatures, even the Protoss can’t detect any abnormalities. If we want to assume that the fallen apostles have mastered the information of the Void Cataclysm, the first thing to do is to solve the problem of their sources of information: they How did you know that?"
"Maybe they don't know?" Bingtis yawned, because the surrounding space had mutated into an open one, she simply swam free next to me, "It's all speculation, maybe they created void creatures just to be with you Deal with it, it’s just that you and Father God both know about the cataclysm of the void, so you can’t help but associate things in this direction.”
What Bingtis said is not unreasonable. Father God and I looked at each other and nodded. If this is the case, that would be even better. At least it proves that the fallen apostles do not have any source of information beyond our imagination, but the matter involving those guys is still It's better to make more bad preparations. I always feel that things will not go smoothly: Maybe the fallen apostles know more things than me and Father God combined
It's not impossible.
At this moment, Sandora's voice suddenly came from the spiritual connection: "Ah Jun, where have you been?"
"About 20 billion light-years from Earth—what's the matter?"
"We found a few very interesting... little guys, mass-produced consoles, just come and have a look."
"What's wrong?" Father God asked curiously when he saw that my expression had changed a bit.
"Sandora called me, it seems that something happened at home—"
Father God waved his hand at me: "I have to go to the material boundary, if you don't mind me walking around."
I nodded, and returned home directly with Qianqian and Bingtis, who had already started dog-planing in the space.
I thought I would go to Shadow City again, but I didn't expect that she had already brought people here. They were six or seven mass-produced Xiling mainframes, the same little girls, wearing simple white dresses, neatly sitting on the sofa Sitting in a row, from appearance to expression to posture, they are all carved out of the same mold. Sitting motionless, it is like a string of paper figurines cut out by a pair of scissors.
Mass production machine, no high-level thinking reaction, similar to logic devices, with strong logical computing ability, can coordinate and process any data—this series of definitions flashed across my mind in an instant, and then I saw that I was sitting on the far left of this row of mass production bubbles The little girl here seems to be a little different, her eyes are very flexible, and there is still cake scum on her mouth, and there is a small piece of dust on the hem of her skirt: I don't know where it came from.
I stretched out my hand to this special mass-produced bubble, and as expected, the other party immediately jumped up with a cheerful "goo" and hugged my neck like an octopus, rubbing his small head against his chest: this is little bubbles. This is her repertoire, mixing with her younger sisters, and then being found out by others, the little guy never tires of this, and recently after learning how to play games with her mother, she has an additional interest, that is, pulling a younger sister to be with her Standing side by side to take a photo, rubbing out the photos and asking the family to play "Let's find fault". In all fairness, this game is really not difficult: it is difficult for you to keep a lively guy like Little Bubble quiet for more than five minutes. At any time, it will be as dirty as a bear (bear child, see bear child) because of running around and playing. Such a small bubble stands with a mass-produced machine, and it is difficult for you to tell the difference!
"What's wrong with these little guys?"
I glanced at Sandora who was sitting across from the sofa studying the data terminal, then bent down and touched one of the mass-produced Bubble heads. These little guys have no independent consciousness, but I always feel that they are small emotionally. Pao Pao’s younger sister, so she is also very close. After meeting, they usually say hello, touch their heads, or give a candy—they like candy.
"The six mass-produced consoles in front of you did something amazing a while ago," Sandora raised her head, "I still remember the last time we went to Sylvia's dessert house, Bella Villa mentioned that there was a group of The mass-produced Bubbles came suddenly, and asked for a lot of exquisite pastries for the first time, right?"
I blinked, this was a few days ago, but Sandora reminded herself that she still remembered: the main reason was that Bella Villa told herself a lot of things that were impressive, and that day was also Because of the mass production of Bubbles, Sylvia was too busy, so Bella Villa's personality came out to help.
"Mass-produced hosts under normal circumstances, even those strange hosts who are suddenly interested in candy and cakes, will not have too obvious subjective tendencies, or their daily life will still be mechanized even if they have personal tendencies For personal preference, a piece of the simplest white cake is enough, but that day, six mass-production machines suddenly ordered a huge cream cake and a bunch of delicate pastries, which caught Bubbles’ attention.”
As Sandora said, she raised her chin and pointed to the opposite side of the living room. Only then did I realize that there were still more than a dozen bubbles piled up there. On the small chair in front stands the mother body of all mass-produced mainframes: the child's mother v2.0.
Bubble stood on the chair, condescendingly directing the dozen or so mass-produced machines below to turn around, report the number, and conduct random questions and answers. Quickly update www.shushu5.com), and in the end, twenty or so little doll heads were stuffed in. Immediately, I felt that my home had been taken over by Bubbles...
"These here are all the same," Pao Pao completed the instructions to his daughters, told them to sit down and rest, and then ran over by himself, first hopping and hugging my waist To express the child's mother's welcome to the child's father's home, she said to Sandora, "Purely logical thinking, only orders obey priorities, and the thinking process is exactly the same as when I was born. There is no change, and more importantly It's that they're all self-inclined, and would give the same answer to any random sequence of question-and-answer tests. There's definitely something wrong with the six in front of you."
I was confused by the serious appearance of Bubble and Sandora, and I felt that someone was staring at me from the side. When I lowered my head, it turned out that the row of six little girls on the sofa were all looking at me in unison. Although the expressionless little face remained motionless, there was a hint of intimacy in the eyes. Well, this is the normal reaction of the Apostle Xiling.
"I asked the children later," Pao Pao stood in front of the six little girls who were exactly the same as himself, obviously the same little girl, but said in a mother's tone, "These children were holding a celebration that day."
I was stunned, and Sandora added: "Celebrate the birthday of one of the mass-produced machines."
"This is not the behavior that a mass-produced Xiling mainframe should have." Bubble stretched out his hand and pinched the nose of the clone closest to him, as if teasing him, "If they are interested in sweets, it can be attributed to The logical module has a strengthened response to a specific information stimulus: irritability can also explain what is going on with a simple personal hobby, but when this behavior is so complicated that several people discuss and hold a birthday party, they even chip in to buy When a bunch of exquisite pastries and colorful ribbon toys, it cannot be explained by logical thinking. I think they have emotional thinking, and the level of complexity is very high. With their own huge database, this kind of emotional thinking may even be able to express Just like a normal person who has a little bit of three-inclination, but theoretically this is impossible. There is no room for evolution in the design of mass-produced machines. They need to evolve: Xiling hosts have a humanoid shape, but we are classified as buildings Units or mechanical equipment, for a mechanical equipment whose required functions are determined at birth, evolution is not necessary. This is why Xiling hosts only have a few mother machines, and the rest are copies. a few…”
"Although they are still far away from the 'mother machine', at least they have taken a crucial step. They have begun to develop creative and emotional tendencies." Sandora handed over the data terminal that she had been fiddling with for a long time, " This is what I compiled. These six mass-produced machines have had about sixty reference-worthy operation reports in the past year. Since a year ago, their self-inspection speed has slightly exceeded that of other ordinary machines, and there are many reports in the report. It was mentioned for the first time that they took actions outside the established tasks, and the frequency of such actions became higher and higher as time went by. Afterwards, they were checked and found that there was no fault. Up to now, these six hosts have been significantly stronger than Copy bodies, they can modify their own knowledge base and create some optimization plug-ins that no one has ever thought of-although the improvement effect in the whole workflow may not be more than one percent, the most significant changes are The two mainframes are numbered xl28 and xl34 respectively. They have reset the builder's coordination components they manufactured, and they may be trying to start two operating circuits at the same time. For mass-produced mainframes, this is challenging their own design limits , but they have already challenged common sense when they had this idea. Of course, what challenged common sense even more was that they even held a birthday party for themselves. Although the party organization was as simple as a child's play house, they were obviously very happy …”
I was already deeply horrified at this moment. I squatted beside the sofa and looked from left to right. The six mass-produced bubbles stared directly at me. From the outside, they seemed to be more than ordinary Fortunately, she was a little more agile, but her expression was still so dull. After observing for a long time, I finally saw a little bit of something from the eyes of the girl closest to me: she seemed a little uneasy.
"What's the matter, worried that I will be sliced and studied?" I suddenly possessed my body, my brain twitched, and asked without thinking, and then the little girl opposite me flattened her mouth: "Tavier, it's terrible, she must, will Put me in a coffin, cremated, ah, scanned every day."
Me: "Why does this child speak like this?"
"This is the number 34. A while ago, I researched the dual-process simulation script and burned my own language module." Bubble delicately pinched the back neck of the mass-produced host, and the latter suddenly let out a burst of "chi-ji —" a strange voice, and then completely stopped talking, "Look, the newly replaced module is still incompatible for some inexplicable reason, there is one missing driver, and this group of girls who messed with themselves will cheat their fathers and mothers again. She needs to reprogram the driver!"
What I want to say is, if these six mainframes really want to evolve, you can write a new operating system for each of them, and it will be worth it!
There is no doubt that this host with number 34 has definitely evolved... No, it has super-evolved into a host beast. What she said on her own initiative just now is definitely not something that a logical machine can say, and another host with number 28 has it at this time. Notable movements, she glanced at me carefully, and asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, we won't be sent to the research institute, right? Chief Tavel is really scary..."
"I'll be in charge of your situation. I'm not worried about those crazy science lunatics touching my daughter casually." Pao Pao waved her little arms boldly. If she wasn't one meter tall, then this action would be more reliable. , and then the six mass-produced machines all showed expressions of relief, and returned to their stupefied state.
"See, it's evolved, but it's definitely not finished. Most of the time, it's still as stupid as a rock." Bubble poked the face of the mass-produced machine, "There are a few others that have also evolved, but they don't have the six This is so obvious, I didn’t bring it here. The child’s father, this matter is definitely valuable. Think about it, what a precious unit the Xiling mother machine is. Even in the old empire era, a mother machine is enough to support the little half The information hub of this sky area is because we can replicate ourselves without limit, and can also evolve. In extreme cases, we can even complete scientific research tasks. A master machine can even serve as a hub, connecting thousands of slave machines into a super network— With a mother machine and enough time, you have an entire empire—hey, I'm so good, I'll sign you later... "
By the end, the bubbles were almost floating, her high self-esteem is really powerful, I have never seen that she can take out a mirror and say "you are so awesome" while talking and talking. Yes, I see you today.
And Bingtis, who had been listening for a long time because he didn't understand and didn't interrupt, finally got a chance to speak, pointing at Bubbles, he said righteously: "It's wrong for you to be so shameless, come on, let me teach you..."
(Network catastrophic failure, this is sent outside... )