Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 1278 The Paradox of the Brain in a Vat (Second Change)

The more he found his footprints in history, the calmer the emperor's mind became.

As Victor von Doom reassured him after he had told the regent what he had discovered, that was sometimes the case.Accept the fate given by "Tai Yi", complete the journey of your life and continue to fight, instead of falling into the abyss of nihilism. "If someone claims you're Attila, then you're Attila. I think choking on a nosebleed in your sleep as a joke is pretty much my idea, I'm a joker myself, what do you think Woolen cloth?"

Modu just widened his eyes, his face was full of anger, and he didn't answer the question. "He used a gun!" Kama Taj's apprentice trainer endured the pain and said angrily, "You despicable traitor, a shameful coward! If he didn't use a gun, he would never be able to beat me openly!"

"Yeah, yeah, who told you to plan to fight to the death." The emperor nodded perfunctorily, with one hand still on the side of the bedside table, and continued to read by the light in Modu's room.He knew nothing about firearms in the past, but now he can judge the situation just by the gunshot wound. "The wound is not bad, penetrating wound, close range shooting. The instant pain and massive blood loss made you lose your ability to fight and concentrate. Is that how the bruise on your head came from? Phew... Victor's attack was a bit ruthless, You need a CT scan to see if you have a concussion, and a hematoma is not a good thing. Apprentice Stephen Strange, am I right?"

"Never!" Mo Du glanced angrily, unwilling to answer this shameful question.Although he wanted to sit up very much, but the residue of anesthesia, he has no for the time being. "I have been carried back by the apprentices, and I will never be carried out by them again! Who treated my wounds, Stephen, is it you?" "

As the only medical staff present at the time, Stephen Strange stretched out his slightly trembling hands due to nerve damage, indicating that he did not have this ability. "If I could still sew up the skin, I wouldn't have ended up in this situation." He looked at the emperor sitting by the bed, the arrogance in his tone had long since disappeared.In the past, he would not have considered working in a small clinic. Now that there is no hope for a cure, Stephen Strange finally began to consider whether to lower his sights, at least pay off the loan first. "I have seen your technique of suturing blood vessels, and your control over the dosage of anesthesia. You are very skilled. Which medical school did you study in?"

"Illegal human experiment medical school, I learned from the wailing of slaves...ha, this is a joke, don't you think everyone can't joke like Modu?" said the emperor, "Actually, I don't have a medical degree, only theory Degrees in physics and astrophysics, so I didn't know if Mordo would survive before I did it. But...look at this lucky guy, he's still breathing and hasn't turned into an idiot, what's the complaint ?"

"Where is that coward now! Did he run away?"

"Yes, yes, he's back in Latvinia now."

"Give me a spell, and I will stand up now." Modu angrily interrupted the emperor, "The traitor must die!"

The emperor's expression suddenly became serious and unfamiliar, and even Mo Du, who was angry, felt a chill. "You have done what you want to do, and you have achieved the result you believe, then this matter is over." The emperor said in a deep voice, "You cannot abandon your responsibilities, just like Victor von Du Mu can't abandon his responsibilities. Modu, do you understand?"

"Are you admonishing me with His Holiness' authority?"

"It is the authority of the Lord of Karma Taj. Your responsibilities are higher than your personal emotions. If you can't learn to restrain yourself, then you need to go back to the apprentice team to practice again. At that time, I will send Casili Get Oss back and let him watch over you." The Emperor unceremoniously took out the Kimber M1911 .45ACP pistol that Victor von Doom used to wound Mordo's thigh . “According to the Mozambique shooting and contact shooting process, the function of the first shot is to control and not to kill. If the second bullet is not a dud, then you will be shot in the chest and shot in the head. I don’t think so. Knowing if it will make you feel better, the reason you survived was not because he was lenient, he really wanted to kill you."

Mordo immediately fell silent. "Sorry." He closed his eyes, "I was too excited."

"Very good, at least you realized your mistake." The emperor opened the safety, pulled the gun, and ejected the bullet. "This is a souvenir for you." He put the bullet on the bedside table. "This will let you know how close you are to death. Your automatic defense spells can't resist this kind of attack at all."

"Really?" Stephen Strange approached after walking out of Mordo's room.He glanced warily at the closed door of Modu's room, then asked in a low voice, "Is that bullet really a dud?"

"It's a reloading ammunition for shooting practice. Of course it's a dud after being filled with sand. After all, it doesn't even have a primer." The emperor revealed the details indifferently, "Don't tell Mo Du, or he will be killed because of Died of self-esteem and grief. What trouble, how come everyone has character flaws... Oh, and you, Mr. Stephen Strange. Is there anything you want to explain about your breaking into the library to look through forbidden books?"

The rookie apprentice who had been a surgeon shrugged, then cracked a joke. "Can't be found?"

Then he couldn't laugh anymore because he felt cold metal against his skull. "This is the correct explanation." He heard the vibration of the gun being loaded, and the slide moved back and forth, hitting his skin under the action of the spring. "There has never been a dud, do you understand?"

"Okay, okay, let's calm down." Stephen Strange raised his hands in surrender, "I've already been punished, haven't I? Is Karma Taj really allowing this to happen?"

"For apprentices with abnormal curiosity, yes." He heard the sound of the hammer being dialed into the standby slot, "I wonder now if your brain will grow legs and run after you shoot off your skull Lose."

"what?"

"This is the result of reading forbidden books without warning. All regulations are blood lessons. How can you be an exception?" said the emperor. "Now no one knows how much you have read, and no one knows you Is consciousness now Stephen Strange, or a monster disguised as Stephen Strange with all his memories. This creates an objective reality of a brain in a vat, so what do you think I should do? "

"This is a metaphysical question, about memory and the soul. I have read such books, in medical school, in order to have a conversation with women." Stephen Strange felt the seriousness of the matter at this time, he desperately Recalling what I saw in that "Reason, Truth and History", "I promise, I am myself now, and Descartes can testify for me!"

"There is no god in this world. You have been in Karma Taj for so long, and you still agree with Descartes' philosophy based on God. You really haven't made any progress." The emperor curled his lips, "Hilary Putnam is fine, Or Wittgenstein or GE Moore."

"Okay, Okay! How about Plato's Allegory of the Crypt!"

"What is the way to test whether you are a brain in a vat?"

"I don't know! Do you think neurosurgeons have an easy job!" Stephen Strange was surprisingly angry, "How do I know if neurons and spinal cords have their own minds! My job is to repair, link, Stitching is not thinking about the meaning of those flesh and blood!"

"Then you have proved yourself to be yourself, Stephen Strange."

"What? Just because I don't know the answer?"

"Yes." The emperor moved his gun and patted him on the shoulder, "If there is an extradimensional creature occupying your brain, that thing will definitely know the answer. You are still so stupid, obviously not inspired by the indifference of the universe .”

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)