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Chapter 1011: The Crossroads to Infinity

Chapter 1011: The Crossroads to Infinity (Part )
"The first component was made with the help of this mysterious man. Not only that, the research around that component and related materials also allowed my laboratory to obtain several patents. It helped me to restore my credit and reputation to a certain extent, and more importantly, it helped me to turn over funds. Since then, I have been involved in the business of medical devices and have also started to make the second component. This time I became more radical in my research, because I knew that if I really reached a dead end in my exploration, this mysterious man would most likely still show me its magical power. However, this time the progress was smoother, because the second component was used to set up and regulate the first component, and its actual structure was much simpler. I succeeded quickly without bothering the sender to do anything, and I also discovered some interesting functions from it. I soon found a way to make a profit with the help of these technologies. However, out of caution, I only made it public in a very limited range to attract more investors. Now with enough confidence, experience and capital flow, I quickly expanded the scale of the project and organized more working groups and laboratory groups to make several or even dozens of components at the same time."

"It was an exciting thing for me to join this challenge, but now it seems that it is actually not worth mentioning, so I don't want to waste my words explaining the step-by-step business operations. But there is one fact I must point out: even considering the resources I brought with me and the convenience brought by those drawings, the speed at which I became rich is still abnormal. It took less than three years, and I was surprised by the amount of resources I had at hand. They are distributed all over the world, and although many of them are not nominally owned by me, it does not affect their use by me most of the time. There are many considerations for this structure, and efficiency and local interests are part of it. For me personally, I didn't have the energy to operate such a huge amount of resources by myself at the time, and I didn't want to do things too out of the ordinary... I feel that I am about to cross the line, Chad. If I don't try to separate these resources from myself, sooner or later I will attract the attention of certain government departments."

"Is this an exaggeration?" Chadwick said, "It's not like our friends in government haven't dealt with multinational corporations before..."

The guest tapped his face with his finger. "Have they ever dealt with that, Chad?"

"Well, I guess this one probably hasn't yet."

"What I can show you now is just the tip of the iceberg. But all these achievements, rather than being earned by me - of course, I have also put in a lot of effort - are more like what fate has given me. In those short few years, everything I did was extremely successful, as if I had divine help."

"Did the mysterious sender help you?"

"I do not know."

"How could you not know? It didn't put anything into your lab again?"

"Three or four times, yes. But most of the time it's not that simple. Apart from the first time he took the initiative to show me his power, our sender seemed to have his own set of fair standards to judge when I could get help and when I should solve the problem myself. Many times, the way I overcame difficulties or won rewards came from seemingly accidental luck: chatting with an absolutely innocent passerby, I happened to learn about a speculative business that could use my resources; I heard a violin piece at a cocktail party and associated it with a kind of bacteria that could be used to solve laboratory problems from the background of its creation... People standing at the forefront often overestimate their talents and deny that it was the timing and position that brought them to the peak. I also have this problem, so at first I could explain it as my own impatience. The exercise of wisdom is the information feedback stimulated by my wide range of reading and high concentration - but it occurs too frequently. Isn't it suspicious for a person to claim that he won the lottery first prize ten times in a row by pure luck? And I have been favored by fate no less than this example. By the third year, every time I encountered such an incident, I would do my best to investigate it to confirm whether the people and events that triggered my inspiration and ingenuity were really accidental or carefully arranged by someone. I could not find any trace of human arrangement. Only probability told me that something strange was going on, as if a god who could control fate was doing me a favor, or someone with technical capabilities far beyond common sense cognition was able to hand me the test questions and answers without anyone noticing. To this day, I am not sure which answer is right.

"You..." Chadwick hesitated, "You didn't try to ask that person? You should have his email address."

"That address does not exist. It only appears when it sends me an email. Our sender implements the one-way contact principle. It can find me at any time when it needs it, but it does not allow me to contact it in any way. Despite this, I can sense its existence from time to time - in various disguised tests. When my engineering project gradually got on track and encountered fewer and fewer technical obstacles that required talent and knowledge to solve, and more repetitive and mechanical work, it began to change the method of testing me, such as hiding the synthesis formula of a certain material in a museum in a war-torn area to see if I could find a way to obtain it before it was destroyed; or it would cause someone who was originally healthy and normal in the project to suddenly be absent at a critical moment, requiring me to... I had to come up with a strategy within a very short time frame, otherwise my life would be in danger... This happened more than once or twice. I encountered it every few days in the most frequent months, so much so that I had to take certain drugs to reduce sleep and increase energy. Of course, I still couldn't explain these coincidences through subsequent investigations. I could only know from probability that it was abnormal. In those short few years, extreme bad luck and good luck appeared around me repeatedly, forcing me to accelerate the project in the most efficient and extreme way. These endless tests, from intelligence, knowledge, perseverance, organization, judgment... the sender kept changing the way he challenged me, perhaps to observe me more closely. But I knew almost nothing about this person."

"I can only speculate its will and personality from various aspects, and this speculation may not be more accurate than a grain of wheat speculating on its farmer. But I didn't give up trying completely. In these three years, in addition to the various tasks I did to make the machine, I tried to insert my own arrangements into it. I tried to improve the security of my laboratory in all aspects and find a way to avoid being monitored by the sender. This path ultimately failed, but it was not completely meaningless, because at least it kept Mr. Anthony Kent out of the incident. I also haven't forgotten where all this started, that is, I was determined to solve the mystery of my sister's death. If I really built that transmitter, it would certainly solve all the problems, but the premise is that the sender did not lie about its function, and this requires me to try my best to make a correct assessment of this person's credit. Or, I need more backup plans."

"These two options are related to each other, Chad. What I am saying now may seem complicated, but what actually happened back then was simple and clear. I mentioned before that the investigation into my sister's album eventually fell on two women who claimed to have supernatural senses. Before I received that anonymous email, I was trying to get in touch with them further. However, just as my project became stable and I was about to devote my energy to re-entering this route, the woman who provided the text annotations for my album disappeared, and the subordinate who had helped me contact "Zimu Niang" - his residence and himself disappeared in a sudden fire accident. The apparent cause of the accident was aging circuits, but I suspect that the investigation I was still planning was responsible for this. My clues in this regard have been completely cut off since then, and I will no longer act rashly out of the intention to protect the parties involved."

"It was this incident that made me re-examine our mysterious sender. Its omniscience, its omnipotence, and its cruelty and ruthlessness... If it is a god who has bestowed favors on me, it is also the old God in the Old Testament, who will strike mercilessly against all pagans and ungodly people. So what if I am pious enough? Will it really give me the reward it promised in advance? Or is it a devilish scam? I don't have enough information to infer its personality - assuming it really has such a thing - but I have the most mysterious and attractive knowledge it has provided me."

"I have explained to you the general content of the 'Introduction'. Assuming that this kind of machine really exists and there are enough of them to be classified, we should have discovered signs of its existence long ago. The reason is similar to the Fermi paradox and the time travel paradox, except that the laws are more complicated than we imagined, and this complexity is indeed reflected in the 'Introduction'. The censorship function of machines above level 3 that I mentioned earlier is sufficient to control the impact of any lower-level machine, and the existence of level 4 machines can accommodate the struggle between multiple level 3 machines. This may lead to many seemingly simple tasks, such as resurrecting a tiny life on our planet, becoming very difficult in actual implementation. Going beyond expectations - think about it, isn't this the most typical model deviation phenomenon described in the 'Introduction'? I don't know if anyone has ever issued an instruction to a level 4 machine in the past, requiring that all the dead cannot be resurrected in the observable universe. And please don't forget that this machine itself can cross the timeline, tracing back from our endless future to the possible starting point of history. Since the timeline has been stretched to such an unpredictable length and the complexity of the entire system is beyond the limits of cognition, any seemingly meaningless small changes will have unpredictable consequences. " "I just want an answer, Chad. I can say that now. But if you ask me if I thought so wholeheartedly at the time, But I couldn't do it without shame. Fortunately, my study of the "Introduction" gave me the most basic rationality. During those three years, I kept thinking: Is the receiving terminal of the sender really a universal machine? Can it really be used by me without paying any unacceptable price? If the content of the "Introduction" is true, what level of machine will I be able to use? My questions are endless, and they never stop even in my dreams, but I still keep pushing forward the project, even though I am becoming more and more suspicious and wary of the sender... I started to take some measures that seemed like overreactions at the time, such as trying to establish a code system to make the entire organization from number to number. I also split up the resources at hand and entrusted them to people I trusted as much as possible, eventually forming a board of directors with substance but without name, to prevent anyone from acting in my name; the third measure seemed the most meaningless to me at the time, but it was actually the only measure that had some effect, that is, to try not to involve other people - not to entrust, not to inform, not to interview, and even to dare not confirm the names of some key people, in case they would be targeted by the sender. Under this extremely inconvenient premise, I returned to the old path with difficulty to explore my sister's strange ability to predict the future and the meaning of her death. "

"Although the years of precipitation have tortured my spirit, they have also broadened my horizons and made my mind more open. Now that I have accepted a theory that recognizes the existence of a universal machine, many things that I thought were ridiculous in the past are not completely impossible. I have regained my interest in psychiatry and brain medicine, and in fact, I have re-focused on the brain expert who studied the predictive ability of the human brain. There are some unusual things in his family story - I don't want to say more about the details. This matter will no longer have any impact because the person most closely related to it has died. In short, I gradually built up a vague impression in the seemingly boundless information collection, that is, our sender is not using its power on only me. My experience is just a small piece of the puzzle in the huge picture, and I am about to find a few other pieces. It seems that I will soon obtain more information outside the control of the sender and touch the core of the puzzle... Then the situation took a sharp turn for the worse."

"My private investigation did not cause any trouble. As I have emphasized, I hardly involved anyone in this kind of investigation. Even if I saw information that interested me, I would never express this interest in writing, speaking, or even on my face. In order to know a little bit of the private affairs of the brain expert, I pretended to be curious about a project he had participated in that year, and studied the main members of the entire project team. This is like reading an entire newspaper from beginning to end. Unless the sender can really read my thoughts, there is no way to know which article I am interested in. Although this method of investigation is safe, it is very inefficient, so that when I first saw the clues on this end, my transmitter project was approaching an important stage. Chad, let me tell you in advance that I did not succeed in making this device in the end. Therefore, I lacked a realistic understanding of the obstacles it might encounter later, and I might have overestimated my progress at the time. But judging from the number of components that were successfully manufactured and confirmed to be manufactured, I had completed two-thirds of the entire project. At this stage, my understanding of the entire machine was better than that of any other team expert at the time, because they were only assigned partial tasks, while I had the complete design drawings. Many descriptions that I failed to understand at the beginning gradually revealed their true meanings, and many components that seemed to me to have strange functions and were completely unnecessary were finally proved to be necessary. Among them, the one I want to talk about was the first one I chose, the 'dream-making component' that can generate a special magnetic field. When I understood the role it played in the assembly stage, the real nightmare began. "

"The complete assembly of the transmitter requires a special set of numbers, which are called 'coordinates' on the blueprint. As the name implies, it is dynamic and closely related to our position and time in the entire universe. In order to obtain this coordinate, I need to assemble the first part of the transmitter to form an observer who can calculate the correct number. When I first read this appendix, I naturally thought that the 'observer' here was a personified name for some kind of intelligent system. But when I finally studied all the components required for the first part thoroughly and fully After confirming their respective functions, I immediately realized that I was totally wrong. Chad, now I can reveal the suspense to you: the 'dream element' is indispensable in this system, because the 'observer' required to obtain the coordinates must be a living person who can dream. After long-term exposure to the strong electromagnetic field created by the 'dream element', a certain kind of disease will occur in the human brain, and the final effect should make the exposed person completely become another person, an 'observer' who can lock the coordinates through dreams. Only by diseased a living person's brain can I get the way to the universal machine..."

"What will happen to this person eventually?" Chadwick asked. "Can this change be reversed after obtaining the coordinates?"

"The disease is irreversible. After I made the first component, I also conducted more research and tests on its related components. It can be determined that if the magnetic field is adjusted to that intensity, it will cause extremely serious damage to human health. Even after the person leaves the magnetic field, the dream that can calculate coordinates will continue. Excessive information will make the person's brain power increasingly exhausted until he dies of exhaustion within a few years... I have never experimented on anyone, Chad. I can swear to you that I have never used such a strong dream-making magnetic field on anyone. All of this was my speculation at the time, but it was later proved that this speculation was very likely correct. In other words, the door to miracles requires me to make a living sacrifice."

Chadwick was silent for a moment. "Perhaps," he said very cautiously, "some terminally ill patients would be willing to help you. They don't have much time left, and the compensation you offer can reduce the burden on their families. And if you can really get... a miracle, that miracle might in turn save them themselves."

"I've thought about this method, Chad. And I've also thought about the method you don't want to say explicitly: calling on death row prisoners from countries with weak laws. This was not impossible for me at the time. However, not everyone can be a qualified 'observer'. This magnetic field has a very poor effect on adults and is basically unable to form an appropriate pathological structure. It requires the developing brain of a child. Moreover, based on very conservative test experiments and the information implied by the sender, the success rate of female pathology is significantly higher than that of males - at the time I guessed that this might be due to differences in the prefrontal cortex and resting-state functional connectivity, but I didn't have the opportunity to verify this conjecture. Now, you can see what all these conditions ultimately point to: the best candidate for the 'observer' is a girl between the ages of seven and twelve."

Chadwick looked at the guest quietly. After such a long confession, those eyes could no longer scare him, and he roughly understood the secret behind that face. Memories and imagination helped him to outline the normal expression of the old person on that layer of stiff artificial skin. She was smiling at him weakly.

"It's hard to find death row inmates who meet these conditions... Otherwise, you have to question the legal justice of that country itself. As for the other option, maybe I can find a dozen people who meet the conditions from the many terminally ill patients in the world, but this is not only related to the patients' own wishes, but also to their families, and the pain that the information pollution of dreams will bring to the patients. It's about how I want to look at this matter. I embarked on a journey to find out the truth about my sister's death, and now I have to sacrifice another girl who was younger than my sister when she died for this answer. I can't do this, and more important than personal principles, I began to question the person who asked me this question. If it dares to ask me this on the first stage of success, what else will it ask for later? Our mysterious sender is fully capable of building such a machine himself, but he put the butcher knife in my hand. It requires me to obey its instructions unconditionally, just like Abraham burnt Isaac... Maybe after I prove my loyalty, it can also bring my sister back to life, but I doubt this beautiful fantasy - Isaac was replaced by a goat before the sacrifice, and as for the pious Job, Chad, God never returned his dead children to him, but asked his wife to give birth to ten new ones. I always think this is ridiculous. "

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"I don't need a new sister. I also don't need a god who would make such a request of me. During the Spring Festival immediately following the third year, I thought about this matter over and over again. Reason and the hard work I put in over the years were repeatedly fighting in my heart. In the craziest moment, I even thought about acting as the 'observer' myself. Yes, I have already grown up, and the probability of successful disease progression is very small, but it is not absolutely impossible. Maybe I can get through this level through willpower and talent? - This lucky and crazy idea appeared no less than a hundred times in those late nights! But in the end, the strongest emotion in my heart was my anger at the sender for wasting my time, energy, and hope, and thinking that he could easily manipulate me! This anger prevailed, and finally made me decide to stop the entire project. I will disband all the running project teams, destroy every component that has been manufactured, and then delete all the machine drawings! From now on, no matter what this email-sending god says to me or what kind of temptation he puts forward, I will turn my back and abandon it."

"On the first day after the New Year holiday, I walked out of my then residence at dawn, strolling in the courtyard, thinking about how to make the project team members accept the news I was about to announce. It was snowing, and the scenery in the courtyard was very beautiful, like a glass world locked in a crystal ball. I reached out and caught a small piece of snowflakes, and it melted into water droplets under my gaze... That scene was deeply imprinted in my mind and became a recurring material in my nightmares in the future. Because, Chad, at that moment I found that I had lost my perception of cold. I grabbed a handful of snow and put it on my face, but still couldn't feel it. I felt cold, so I turned around and ran back to my residence. I put my hand over the steaming soup pot, but I didn't feel hot either. I immediately called a trusted doctor friend and asked him to take the team to the physical examination center as soon as possible to prepare. The final conclusion was drawn many days later, but before I called him, the moment the snowflakes melted in my palms, I realized what was going on. The god who was about to be betrayed by me knew my intentions and immediately sent down its divine punishment. I betrayed it because I valued my own feelings, and it directly deprived me of my perception... From that day on, I was sick."

(End of this chapter)

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