Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 845 Good Cop, Bad Cop
Robin Han thinks Fark is a good listener to most people.He himself is one of them.No matter how trivial the actual content is, Falk always listens so carefully and attentively.Of course, the person probably wasn't listening at all, but was paying attention to an alarm being sounded some hundreds of light-years away.But that's all right, because to someone with a strong need to confide, it doesn't matter whether the audience is genuinely emotional or not.In fact, the audience had better not have any strong personal opinions, otherwise they may take very personal interventions.

A perfect listener needs only basic, superficially plausible responses.In terms of this standard, Luo Binhan really couldn't find a more perfect candidate than Farke.Fark would never give a wrong answer, because he did listen, and he would not be emotional about it, would not comment, and would not reveal little secrets in a small chat.There are some things that Luo Binhan will never mention to Jing Huang, but it doesn't matter if he mentions them to Fa Ke.Those things are not secret, and it doesn't matter whether he understands or not, it's just because he always feels that Jing Huang has a strong emotional color, while Farke is always just an outsider.

He had of course heard that statement a few times.Regarding the vitality of the ancient law, the existence of Jinghuang is just a "phenomenon", just like a rainbow or rain and fog.Of course, the person who made this judgment knew more than Luo Binhan, but Luo Binhan never understood this conclusion in his heart, because most of the time Jing Huang seemed very real—truth, not in character or speech, but in existence.Regardless of whether Jing Juan can fly or not, or whether he can make his body transparent, his existence is so strong, real, and vivid, like a bonfire burning in the dark, which is incompatible with all illusory worldly scenes.indeed so.If Jing Juan stands there, the gray world is like a hastily arranged stage, and mortals are just extras, or moving mechanism puppets.Jinghuang is more like a real thing, but this huge world is an infinite illusion.He and everything he remembers is an illusion.This feeling he didn't intend to mention to anyone.

What about Falk?Where would he place Fark?Fark is neither real nor false, he is like something without character or character.An order free from subjective opinions.Do not.This is of course also wrong.Farke has his own point of view and purpose, but it is too far away from Robin Han.Everything he did meant nothing to Luo Binhan.

"Why do you care about our technical problems here?" Luo Binhan asked bewilderedly but sincerely, "Even if this place improves for another 1000 years, it will be of no help to you, will it?"

"Probably so," Fack said.

"Do you want to bet on a big prize with a small probability?"

"Uh, that's not the case. It's not included in our plan. It mainly depends on your willingness to develop."

"So it's a humanitarian aid? Because of mercy?"

Fark still shook his head.

"It's just an improvement," he explained.

"If it doesn't do you any good, it's not an improvement."

"Forget it," Farke said. "It's an improvement in the overall situation."

This was their final discussion on those ethereal issues.Luo Binhan does not think that now is a good time to visualize the environment of the universe.So he also walked away from those thoughts that he couldn't express clearly, and turned to talk to Falk about innocuous issues.In other words, those related to his own life in Lihai City.

"You can go to the hospital," Falk said. "Routine blood tests and genetic tests can be done, and there will be no problems."

"But there is, isn't it? You're just fooling the inspectors."

Falker gave him an explanation that, to Robinham, sounded like Falker had put a swarm of little robots inside him.Normally, they will keep his body temperature and physiological indicators stable, and once they detect that they are out of the internal environment, they will produce some optical and electrical signals, which are enough to confuse the naked eye and detection instruments in front of any microscope.

Robin Han didn't even bother to ask Falk when he did all this to himself.He felt that even if he protested, Falke could still do something else without him knowing.By comparison, a mass of tiny robots that he couldn't feel at all was no problem.He even kindly asked Fark if these tiny robots could provide him with other benefits, such as fighting cancer or flu viruses.

"Uh, sure," Fack said, "I can blacklist all the common pathogens here if you want."

"Do you often do this?"

"This is the basic setup."

"So the people in your place are all invulnerable?"

"Not all, only the pathogens entered in the database will be blocked."

Luo Binhan somehow found this very interesting.He really didn't want to get the flu or something during that time, so he readily asked Falker to set it up for him.When Falk asked him if he wanted to leave the exception option in order to get a little buggy in due course, he didn't even think about doing so.No, there are many ways to pretend to be sick. He doesn't need to be really sick at all.He thought that Wuyuan people's fiddling with the body is like fiddling with the computer, and it is much easier for the computer to pretend to be a strike than to repair it after a real strike. No one will intentionally leave a loophole in the firewall.

"Why don't you just make a white list?" He asked enthusiastically, "Exclude all unknown viruses? Wouldn't this prevent new species from being missed?"

"No," Fack said.

"Can't do it? I thought it was about the same difficulty as the blacklist?"

"The risk is high. The base has now banned this setup."

Luo Binhan looked at the black dog curiously.He couldn't tell if the expression on that face was a little more serious than usual, but he knew Fark wasn't joking.

"That's fine," he said with a shrug. "Anyway, there are no germs in this place that you don't know."

There is no doubt about this.Robin Han thought to himself.What can't Fack do?Cancer, leukemia, motor neuron disease, AIDS, rheumatoid, uremia, rabies... no disease can be called terminally ill in front of this black dog.When he thought of this, he suddenly felt guilty and remorseful.He imagined floating in front of him a myriad of vague, morbid faces, all of which were terminally ill and dying.

They want to continue no matter the cost, and want to find a way out before the great terror.Their families want to find a way out for them.Their doctors want to find a way out for them.But in the end there is only one dead end.At that moment, technology and dignity are not important, and there is no shame in prostrating to gods or devils.If they had known of Falke's existence, they would have scrambled to plead with him, would have given him everything.But they don't know.This secret path leading to miracles is unfolded in front of useless people.The source of the guilt became clear as those who slid to death but longed to live cried out in pain in his imagination: Wasn't that murder?sinful murder.Knowing and doing nothing is tantamount to murder.

All failures have your share.Did the witch of fate ever say so?All death has your share.

An old woman passed by the green.She is leading a black and white shepherd dog, looking peaceful and peaceful.When she greeted them with a smile, Luo Binhan's numb face also squeezed out a smile that pretended to be comfortable.His back was soaked in the misty cold water of the river.Has he never left the lotus boat bound for hellfire?He thought about it hesitantly, but he did talk to Zhou Yu in the long wet and cold night in Lihai City.He has returned to earth.Quietly walked away from the story about infinity.From this moment on, all that happened were stories about little mortals, about himself.At that moment, he had an urge to tell the real thoughts in his heart to an outsider who would never feel about it.

"Farke," he said, "I've always felt..."

The black dog squatted by the grass and waited.Luo Binhan kept his mouth tightly shut, as if someone had stitched his upper and lower lips together.When he finally spoke, his voice was lilting and dull.

"You eat too much spicy food," he said. "Why do you love spicy food so much?"

"Acuity can be maintained with mild stimulation."

"Do you still need to rely on food to refresh yourself? I mean, don't you drive [-] surveillance robots anytime and anywhere? Besides, I remember that you not only like spicy food, but you have also eaten other pain-sensing substances. "

"This is my preference." Farke replied calmly.Robin Han was suddenly in awe, as if seeing a sage admitting in public that he likes to smell earwax.

"I know some restaurants are particularly spicy." He generously promised, "I'll treat you to it later."

"Okay," Fack said.

"But you're leaving soon?"

"Yes. Xuman's matter is more urgent and must be dealt with first."

"But can't you get several bodies at the same time? Can't you keep one here? That way I know who to turn to when I'm in trouble?"

"Uh, it's meaningless to simply leave a core with memory information, because the core calculator must be used to find the empty and full, and the computing resources that can be allocated here are very limited. If there is no micron support, how many The efficiency of thread tasks is also very low, and there is no way to set the spiritual field shield."

"Can you sum it up in one sentence?"

"There is no way to deal with serious spiritual accidents."

Luo Binhan shook his head nonchalantly.He didn't even want to ask what a "serious accident" was in Fark's concept.

"Anyway," he said, "you can save something."

"What's your reason?"

"I've got a whole lot of trouble. Going off to Africa to study insects, remember? What if I ever get a situation where I have to lie? Maybe someone will force me to name an African hotel and check it out there. Airfare." And something else. Don't say that no one will care about it... I have a little family problem, understand? I promise someone will be interested in this, at least round the traces on the Internet? Can you Get it all done? Even a low profile version of you? You used to be a programmer with us. I remember you doing cybersecurity or something. I guess it's not hard for you to hack anywhere?"

"Yes. But in fact, you don't need to worry about this. The traces of your whereabouts have already been done. You are very safe here."

Luo Binhan looked at the black dog suspiciously.There seemed to be too much certainty in Fark's tone, he felt. "very safe".These words do not seem stable at all.Who can guarantee that he is very safe?Even Jing Juan and Momolo couldn't stop him from getting a brand new left hand.But Farke's words have different weight after all, because Luo Binhan has never seen his bright head fall into the giant mouth of a pelican, and his credibility and majesty have never been permanently damaged.

"Okay." He finally said compromised, "It seems that I will have to live a rural life alone in a week. Jing Huang will go with you? I mean he will leave around the same time as you?"

"Well. If you want to find Xuman, Xuanhong is a very important help."

"What if they have telepathy?"

"Uh, it has nothing to do with that. Xuanhong is very good at finding people who have a close relationship with him, if he wants to."

Luo Binhan nodded, guessing that Yale Liga would also go with her.They didn't hold an internal meeting of the Silence to discuss this matter, but Luo Binhan didn't think she would let Jing Huang face the past alone.As for Momolo, a Yongguang clan who is determined to save all sentient beings must of course use him where he is most needed, such as presenting a hymn to brothers and sisters who have been reunited for a long time, and it is best to have a whole boat full of family portrait woolen dolls—this idea It was quite sinister, so Luo Binhan had no choice but to stop it by himself.No, he can't really induce Momolo to weave an "ideal woolen father" for Joan, because Allerica will see who is the real culprit behind the scenes, and then he will be sent to scrub the deck naked.

"That's it." He muttered to himself, "...that's how it should be done."

"What's wrong?" Fuck asked.

Robin Han shook his head.His stiff face began to soften.For a moment he had a strange, almost epiphany.He realized that his restlessness, his wish so much for Falk to stay had nothing to do with the African insects but pure fear of the future.If he stays here, if he comes back to earth, things have to go on, what has to happen has to happen.

"It's nothing." He said, "I must be overthinking it... that kind of thing. Let's go upstairs and see how Zhou Yu gets along with those guys."

They walked down the corridor together.On the way back, Luo Binhan finally felt that he had adjusted his state.He began to get familiar with how to deal with the plants and trees in Lihai City, the residents walking in the neighborhood, and even the group of aliens entrenched in his apartment.How he coped with it two and a half years ago, he can do the same now.He even whistled while waiting for the elevator, and it wasn't Prunci, the cat-man hero, who sang an earthly song.An old song he used to love when he was younger:

A girl wanted to buy a stairway to heaven

There's a notice on the wall, but she wants to know for sure
Because you know some words have double meanings.

He continued to whistle, and while pressing the button leading to the upper floors, he waited for Falke to follow him in at a leisurely pace.He was surprised that he still remembered most of the words of that song.Intermittent, incomplete, but overall I still remember a lot.He couldn't sing it out again, but the words lingered in his head.

Oh, we go down the road, shadows higher than souls.

An acquaintance girl came, shining light on her body, showing how all things are turned into gold.

If you listen attentively, the form will eventually be heard.

When all things are one, when one is all things.

At that time, you turned into a rock and stood still.

guitar tune.He pondered as he ascended.It's a song that has comforted and uplifted him in the past.Beautiful guitar melody.This is not at all similar to what Zhou Wenxing played.He didn't have to think about the nightmare sound in Lihai City.But as he stepped out of the elevator, another thought clouded his recollection.These lyrics.Yes.A pun.This has nothing to do with prophecy, because things in the world are destined to be full of sorrow and joy if they go their way.

But looking at it now, he thought calmly in his heart, the lyrics were indeed very ominous to him.

(End of this chapter)