Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 960 Hunting in the Forest (Part )

It's not that Robin Han hadn't discussed with others whether the wishing machine could be used to achieve the "best possible happiness". In fact, the person he discussed with might be the most qualified person on the entire ship to answer this question - the person who really knows the business, the person who truly masters the power of language and spirit, the person who has lived in harmony with a wishing machine without being chased by a lizard-headed monster and left with a permanent bad breath sequelae. That person, obviously, was neither Fak nor Yaleliga, but the closest fighting partner of the shadow guest Asabam - he found Momolo before the spaceship landed and asked him if he knew the origin of Monday. The Yongguang tribe member immediately blinked and said that he knew.

"How did you know? You shouldn't have been there at that time." Luo Binhan asked puzzledly, "Did Yaleliga tell you too?"

He thought that Momolo had asked Yaleliga like him, and had also heard the story of the Golden Bell City from the ship's mate, but it turned out not to be the case. It seemed that the restoration of the broken belt of the Divine Light Realm was not a trivial matter for interstellar cops like Yupsilon. They conducted an investigation, and perhaps there was a report from the Far Realm. Then Yupsilon sent a message to his brother, and Momolo had already boarded the pirate ship because of a traffic accident. It was hard to say whether the two brothers had communicated other information behind the scenes. Anyway, Luo Binhan had regarded the light-headed man on the ship as a double-faced undercover agent of the cops.

"Don't you have anything else to say?" he asked Momolo. "Is it normal for you to have something like this on our ship?"

"Senior Qiqiba is no longer a wish-granting machine, Mr. Luo."

"She still has something on her," Robinson said. "I don't believe she has really retired."

"That doesn't matter. The existence of wishing machines is natural."

"How? Can it grow in your field?"

"I do have a hometown, Mr. Luo."

Luo Binhan thought about this for a while. He had taken the Yongguang Tribe history class and the so-called "Knowledge and Ability" course of Momoro. The most important thing these two classes taught him was to turn off the lights when leaving - but they might have taught him something else. He already knew that the Yongguang Tribe did not grow out of the ground for no reason, and he also knew that there was something called a rudimentary wishing machine, or a zero-level wishing machine. Moreover, although he knew very little about the official history of the Yongguang Tribe, he knew a lot about unofficial history.

"The Spark Tower," he speculated, "Is it your wishing machine?"

Momoro looked extremely happy when he nodded, probably thinking that this was the result of his hard work, so Luo Binhan continued according to his own impression: "I thought it was just an endless energy system, like a super nuclear power plant or something. Or an upgrade system - I heard that some of you became very powerful after touching it."

Momoro said to him seriously: "That is not something you can touch, Mr. Luo."

Luo Binhan agreed nonchalantly, thinking that the possibility of violating this taboo in his lifetime was very small. "But what will happen if I touch it?"

Momoro stood like a log, his lips tightly pursed, using his gestures to show that he refused to answer the question. This was a rare situation. So he changed the topic and asked, "So what level is your wishing machine?"

"According to the Alliance's classification method, it should be classified as a Class 3 wish-granting machine."

“I still don’t understand your classification method,” said Robinson. When he saw Momolo opening his mouth to explain, he immediately stopped him. “But it doesn’t matter. I just need to know that they can do a lot of things.”

He looked at his friend who was trapped in a den of thieves. Naturally, he thought for the first time that maybe the Yongguang tribe was the product of the wish machine. Unlike 0305 who went to pursue the Golden Bell City, the Yongguang tribe got a good result, or at least it looked more like a good result.

"What do you want with it?" he asked quietly. "Besides lighting up the place among the stars, don't you want anything else?"

Momoro must not have understood what he meant, and was still explaining to him the importance of the infinite energy system in the Everlight Realm environment to the Everlight Clan's free movement. Luo Binhan had to ask more clearly. "Since it is a wishing machine," he said bluntly, "you should be able to let it do its job. I know it often fails to kill Guyol, but what about others? Can you kill some opponents who don't have a wishing machine?"

"How can you do this, Mr. Luo! You can never treat a race without infinite facilities as an enemy using a wishing machine!"

Luo Binhan did not think that this matter was more immoral than providing compulsory Buddhist education to the captured bandits, but since Momolo showed strong resistance, he readily changed his words: "We won't destroy anyone, okay? Then we can do good things. For example, let us primitive people also enjoy unlimited energy?"

In fact, he didn't really appreciate the wish he made. It was just a thoughtless statement to amuse people. If he were to think about it carefully by himself, he would probably laugh at the idea. However, the reaction of the Yongguang tribe was beyond his expectations. Momoro looked at him hesitantly, with a strange expression that was almost ashamed or apologetic.

"Mr. Luo..."

"What's the matter?" Luo Binhan asked him deliberately, "Are you reluctant to give it to us? Are you afraid that we will be ungrateful and then burn the bridge after crossing the river?"

"No! But... this is not a wish that can be fulfilled simply by saying a word... A wish like this will definitely involve compatibility conflicts between wishing machines, narrative conflicts, and issues of subjectivity..."

"Subject? You mean us?"

"In the Spark Tower's understanding, Mr. Luo and you are not some backward primitive people, but just different forms of life. Therefore, if you are not within the range of the Spark Tower's radiance, it is difficult to make it work on a specific life. Even within the territory, the tower has different priorities for the wishes of different individuals."

"So you should touch it and make a wish, so that it knows to pay attention to you," said Luo Binhan.

This smooth joke almost failed. Although the Yongguang Clan would not kick someone's ass as Jing Huang, he had to put all his personality on the line and solemnly swear that he would never really touch the most sacred landmark building in Yongguang Realm. Only then did Momoro finally stop staring at him with that resentful and accusing look.

"Why do you care so much about this?" He couldn't help but say, "If it's so important, I will definitely be caught by the security guards before I touch it. Can your confidential department be easily broken into?"

Momoro still had that innocent and sincere look, but his eyes were vaguely fixed on the wall behind Luo Binhan's head, as if he didn't know that Luo Binhan was trying to meet his eyes in confusion. "One day, Mr. Luo."

"What do you mean one day?" Robin Han said, "Let me touch your treasure?"

"No! You can't touch that! I'm saying that one day everyone will get eternal light!"

  That is of course a romantic statement. However, Luo Binhan always felt that the Yongguang people would take this statement seriously because they were used to seeing miracles and took it for granted. It was only because they were standing on the top of the mountain that they believed that they could reach the stars in the sky by just stretching out their hands. That did not mean that they were stupider than the people on the earth - but it did not mean that they could really pick the stars. They were also too far away from the stars. Under this insurmountable abyss, they were almost on the same level as the life on the earth. And this was the torture they had to endure, the glory they could never catch. Wasn't Upsilon's self-exile due to the realization of the true length of this journey?

At that moment, he found that he was unwilling to reveal his true thoughts to Momolo, although Momolo might have known it long ago - it was all the fault of the shadow witch - maybe knowing was not the same as understanding, but in any case, he was unwilling to say it out loud. It was no longer to cover up how cold-blooded and useless he was, but because he didn't want to disappoint this dreaming Yongguang tribe. He didn't need to be an annoying person who had to annotate the story and show off that he knew the ending. So that morning he said nothing and let Momolo go.

At the moment, this might not be a particularly smart decision. Momoro was nowhere to be found on the road to eternal glory, and Luo Binhan leaned back in his chair with a bored look on his face. The sunset gradually sank outside the window, and it was another demonic time. His feet beat a familiar beat, the little song praising the heroic cat Prunsi. The evil ghost who had composed a new song with this tune was sitting in front of the window.

"I heard that they have always wanted to do this," Robin Han said to himself, "but it just hasn't been going well. I'm not surprised at this, because there are many stories about wishing machines here. And it's not that we don't have such ideas at all: an ideal society, world peace, happiness for everyone... There are many such topics, but the interesting thing is that even in our stories, we never let such things really come true. There is always some problem that makes such a goal fail. There is a problem with the wishing machine itself, the wish itself is not conducive to evolution, the guy who makes the wish is a sanctimonious hypocrite... In short, it can't be really realized, and we can't even give it to us as a fictional demonstration."

He bent down slightly, and as if he was going to tell a secret, he placed his upper body close to the window where the setting sun was falling, and asked quietly: "Hey, do you know what I really think about this problem? I think you will understand, so let's talk about it in private."

The beast sitting on the windowsill was still listening quietly. "This wish cannot be fulfilled because it is a false wish." Luo Binhan continued, "a wish that everyone pretends to want but actually does not want at all. When it is out of reach, it is regarded as an ideal pursuit, and when it is really grasped in the palm of the hand, it becomes the most annoying hot potato. Asking me and people like my cousin to enjoy eternal happiness for nothing? From the moment we are talking now, all the crimes, blood feuds, massacres in history... all of them are written off, and we sit down together and treat each other well? Asking the rich to find that everyone can be as rich as themselves without any tricks? Asking the genius to find that he has suddenly become an ordinary person? Many people can really like this thing from the bottom of their hearts, instead of pretending to be compassionate? I don't think so."

"Do you think the civilizations that control the wishing machine think the same as you do?"

"I don't know," Robinson said, smiling. "Maybe they are all selfless saints, maybe they don't have the problems that I am born with - but you see, even they can't handle this. Not only can they not make all life in the world happy, but they themselves are still in a mess. What's going on? Is it because the machines are deliberately playing tricks on them?"

"It's because of people like you."

"I never thought I was so important!" Robin Han said, "Oh, there is a guy who said, 'All the failures are my fault.' But I don't think it's my fault. Even if I don't deserve the greatest happiness, why don't they give me some?"

"Because in the eyes of the wishing machine, you are the same as them."

Luo Binhan looked at his hands and feet in a pretentious manner, but his pretense was only rewarded with a calm smile.

"Once, there was a civilization that had just acquired infinite facilities and wanted to achieve racial advancement within its ruling area. So they tried to limit the scope of the wish, requiring that within the scope of the planet they lived in, 'the race with the highest intelligence be given unshakable control over the territory'. What does 'with the highest intelligence' mean? According to the definition they envisioned at the time, it was a race that could understand the concept of a wishing machine, create and operate a wishing machine by themselves. In the scope of all known history of that planet, they believed that they were the only ones who had done this. Because they believed that this wish did not involve the problem of eternal life and the confrontation with other external wishing machines, they also ignored the repeated warnings of the Alliance and made this wish without any verification conditions. As a result, the wish was successfully realized - all life on the entire planet was merged into a conceptual body, sealed in a wishing machine environment that could not be observed by the outside world. Until the White Tower used its infinite facilities to capture it, that civilization had disappeared in its own star layer history line for hundreds of thousands of years."

"Poor things," said Robinham. "It seems they are not as advanced as they think they are."

"In your current language, 'human' refers to a specific species on this planet. However, in your past, all animals were called 'insects', which are the five categories of insects: crickets, scales, hair, feathers, and insects. For the wishing machine, the 'human' you describe is also a general concept. No matter how you try to define the standard of 'wisdom' to suit yourself, the wishing machine can easily extend it to all individuals. In other words, even a civilization with a wishing machine would find it difficult to limit itself as the only subject when raising the question of immortality. Therefore, whether the original intention is to share happiness with all life in the world or just want to have it for yourself, the problem you face in the end is the same."

"It sounds like they can't wish for anything, not even for a piece of bread."

"That's easy. When faced with different wishes, the strictness of the subject definition of the wishing machine is completely different. If you just want a piece of bread, most wishing machines will easily put it in your hand."

"I'd give one to a beggar," Robin-Han said with a smile. "They wouldn't build this thing just for charity, would they? But why do these machines have to make things difficult for them in the greatest benefit?"

“Some people say it’s because of the confrontational nature.”

"You mean the wishing machines are fighting each other."

"All wishing machines can fulfill wishes, even those that conflict with each other. However, when wishes conflict with each other, how they are compatible with each other depends on the wishing machine's own ability to express itself, or in other words, its level. Excluding the differences in the wisher's ability to describe, a high-level wishing machine will force a low-level wishing machine to fulfill wishes in a more limited way, or it will fulfill wishes in a way that a low-level wishing machine cannot cover. In other words, a low-level wishing machine will 'take a detour' in order not to violate the requirements of a high-level wishing machine. Therefore, the more wishing machines a wish will interfere with, the more difficult the requirements for its description will be."

"That's what happened. So, according to you, some high-level wish-granting machines are against their salvation of all living beings?"

"What do you mean by sentient beings? If it is impossible to specify specific implementation targets, and we can only give the wishing machine the general concept of 'maximum happiness of all life', then most wishing machines will only try to average the welfare of all life - that is, the so-called happiness is neither to satisfy the wisher nor to satisfy you and the species you think are equal, but to achieve the greatest common happiness in the set of all recognized life structures. The people in the same set as you are not just your own kind, but all birds and insects. Taking this planet as the scope, they range from the simplest cell structure to plants, insects, birds, reptiles, fish, mammals, and all possible species in your potential history - after averaging the concept of happiness of all these lives, do you think the final result will be what the wisher is satisfied with? In this way, all wishing machines that make such wishes are destined to have an irreversible impact on the current historical line, which is something that the fourth-level wishing machine in the central city does not allow. Therefore, this failure is not so much opposition as it is a security review provided by high-level wishing machines to all infinite facilities."

Robin Han listened silently. There was still a residual voice in his heart, warning him to be wary of the thing on the windowsill and not to believe everything he said. But he knew that he had indeed listened. This is the curse of language, he thought, people just can't stop themselves from thinking about things that they can understand.

"That's very clear," he admitted at last. "You make it much clearer than that guy and those weird science books. So they want to avoid being dragged down by roadside bugs."

"If it is simply an average process, it will probably still be attempted regionally. However, if the wishing machine adopts another more stringent way of understanding - strictly reading all subjects' understanding of the concept of happiness and realizing it all...what if one of the subjects has malicious intent? Even if only one person, an individual who understands the concept of happiness as death, is mixed into the collection, how will this task be carried out?"

Suddenly, the riddle was solved. Robinson couldn't help laughing and stamping his feet. He couldn't help but applaud, pretending not to hear the phone vibrating slightly in the computer bag at his feet.

"Brilliant!" he cried, laughing so hard that he could not breathe. "Now I understand. I really have to admit it! You are right, and she is right... I have a share in all the failures."

(End of this chapter)