Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

At this moment, the upper level of STR-56 space city.

In the server room, William Master, who was concentrating on the screen while debugging the program, suddenly became confused and fell backwards.

The two programmers behind him helped him in time to prevent his tall and heavy body from falling to the ground.

He lay on the ground, his eyes were distracted, and his whole body was completely exhausted - this body felt the death of its own body, and the grief caused by the body became the first reason why he fell to the ground, and the second reason why he fell to the ground. The first reason was the command prompt from the ontology - the ontology wrote new underlying code for him, which updated his physical and mental super administrator privileges.

His body went into shock due to the code being rewritten. This situation lasted for a full five minutes before he recovered, stood up again, and came to the display screen again.

He did not immediately complete the program code on the screen. He just cast his eyes on the screen. He didn't know where his mind was, and asked like a babble:

"Since we have decided to give up all the characteristics of bioelectronic technological civilization, why should we use the methods of bioelectronic technological civilization to interpret the new civilization?"

He pointed to the program code on the screen in front of him:

“Using the content of electronic biotechnological civilization to define and interpret flesh-and-blood evolutionary civilization is essentially the same as how we used to define and interpret bioelectronic civilization through human beings’ own operating logic.

Once you do this - once you seek a breakthrough in flesh-and-blood evolutionary civilization in this way, it will be difficult to achieve that breakthrough. The inertia of civilization's progress will be pulled everywhere, and the new civilization will be dragged down by the old civilization. , and even the direction in which the new civilization is heading is misled because it continues the old civilization’s way of transforming the world. "

Behind him, across a long cold table, a blond man stared at the bright starry sky outside the porthole. Those stars fascinated him so much that he almost ignored William Master's words.

"William, you don't know what the end of mankind's progress is, do you? He didn't tell you."

The blond man wearing space city overalls had a hoarse voice because his mouthpiece was rotten:

“There’s so much he’s not telling you in order to limit what you—everyone of you—can do.

Fortunately, you did inherit part of his knowledge, so you still have great value. "

The "you" mentioned by the blond man obviously refers to William Mast's true form.

William Master in front of him remained silent.

The blond man asked himself:

“The end of human civilization’s progress is [to survive].”

William Mast in front of him was so shocked that he repeated the phrase.

"Live."

The blond man nodded, his eyes couldn't stop looking at the bright stars outside the porthole, and his tone seemed to be murmuring:

"Yes, everything human beings do is to survive. Civilization, technology, morality... are just by-products of survival.

There are only two main products of survival so far, one is reproduction and the other is evolution. The two blend with each other, and you are included in me.

Look at the things in the STR-56 space city today. They are multiplying and evolving all the time. Each iteration will produce stronger individuals. Until now, although it is not perfect, it has been faced with this time. Apocalypse's qualification——

They are not entirely flesh and blood creations created to prove the feasibility of a certain path, but a great attempt by human civilization to pursue the eternal pursuit of "survive".

You can think of them as beings just like you - equal beings. "

This William Master obviously had no knowledge in this area. The blond man's words gave him a new way of thinking and shocked him greatly.

"I interpreted the new evolutionary civilization of flesh and blood according to the method of bioelectronic technology civilization - I used the method of drawing circuit diagrams to restore the nerve impulses of the flesh and blood sample you gave me."

At this time, William Mast seemed to have completely become a scholar who was not interested in worldly affairs. He only carried out everything at hand for the purpose of researching knowledge and no longer pursued "irrelevant whys".

"The results are interesting."

It took him a minute to finish the last part of the code on the screen, and after clicking Run, the screen went black.

When the darkened screen lit up again, a circuit diagram existing in a three-dimensional space appeared on the screen and was projected to the center of the room at the same time.

The blond man looked at this extremely complex three-dimensional circuit diagram and thought he was seeing the universe itself——

Each node in the circuit diagram is like a star reflecting the light of a star. Each gate circuit in the circuit diagram is like a natural cosmic channel between the stars. The circuit network itself is like dividing the universe into areas. You can even name each area.

——This thing is the nerve distribution map of the evolving flesh and blood creation in the STR-56 space city.

The blond man stretched out his hand with completely rotted skin, trembling and trying to touch the circuit diagram, but his fingertips without nails could only touch the air.

"This is... the hope of living!"

A few turbid tears stained with black blood fell from the blond man's gray pupils, making a dirty splash on the cold steel table.

After William Master finished this, he glanced at the two frightened assistants beside him, motioned them to calm down, pulled out a chair, and sat on the edge of the long table - directly opposite the blond man.

The light and shadow of the bright starlight hit the long table with cold steel color through the portholes, and the brightness disappeared. The remaining light added a bit of coldness to the entire server room.

"So, what exactly do you want?"

The blond man wiped away tears.

"me."

He didn't answer the question.

"Maybe I'm just unwilling... Yes, I'm not willing. I'm not willing to die like this, so when Xanthium sibiricum called me, I opened my eyes again willingly."

William Master once respected the blond man very much, not only because of his status, but also because of his contribution to the entire human civilization——

At the expense of himself, he brought the power of the Chorus and the Empire into balance, and all subsequent survival plans were based on this condition.

His shadow can be found in almost all roads that continue civilization. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is one of the reasons why human beings can still survive today.

He is the grand leader of the choir. He was once a human being named [Sang] by the Holy Light. Now he is a walking corpse resurrected from the grave by Xanthium using special means.

Sand told some facts that William Master had no idea about. "Now you have completely forgotten the past. It doesn't matter if you don't know my identity. Even in the real world, there is no intersection between us."

William Master realized that Sang was completely talking to himself - he only had the desire to talk because he saw good results, and William Master himself happened to be here, so he became the person who listened to him. of people - nothing more.

"In the not-too-distant past - probably hundreds...or maybe thousands of years ago, I was one of the top commanders of the Human Federation. The fleet under my command pushed the frontline of human civilization to the depths of the universe. Countless light years away from the mother star, within countless light years, the seeds of human civilization are sown everywhere... We, humans, once had a cosmic empire!"

"Things changed on an incredible afternoon. There was a general under me who made some incredible demands to me - in fact, it was still the same as fighting for power, but he said more and... extreme."

"I hate him very much, because once a person of his status gets involved in politics, he will become quite crazy and cause bad results."

"I pretended to agree to him and was ready to demote him after the war. I made up good reasons so that he could trust me completely. I succeeded."

"The day the war ended, he came to me again and asked me to fulfill my promise. I was frightened by him because I had told my subordinates in advance not to let him enter my office. I don't know how he came in through the guards with guns. of."

There was a brief silence.

"He killed me."

Disgusted tone.

"When I died, there was no commander on the front line. He took this opportunity to launch a rebellion and promised other rebel leaders huge benefits. The originally monolithic front line command system fell apart overnight, and the flames of war rekindled within human civilization. Burn."

"That battle didn't last long, maybe a few months, maybe a few years... I can't remember exactly, because I had not yet been reborn in this world at that time."

"My body was secretly returned to the home planet by my retainers, and uploaded to this world before the brain began to rot."

Sang said:

"The memory of my life only lasts for one lifetime, and I can't do anything in that lifetime.

Even if I do something to change the world, the iteration mechanism of this damn world will erase all my efforts.

I spent many generations in a state of confusion, not knowing who I was, where I was, or what I was going to do.

Until a certain generation, I came into contact with the Holy Light by chance. "

A "mocking" smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Holy Light, oh, what a wonderful and deceptive name.

The Holy Light is not in this world, but in a deeper world - the wilderness.

In the long history of this world, the Holy Light has had many names - various supreme gods and Buddhas, as well as human beings' inner longing for the highest law and savior, have become synonymous with all Holy Light.

Why did people discover it and give it such a beautiful meaning?

A certain part of the Holy Light in the wilderness is essentially a high-speed storage unit on the server's running memory. It has no will of its own.

Once you input the correct instructions into it, it will run the corresponding algorithmic equations and input the calculation results of the algorithmic equations into the world, thereby changing the world - this process is [prayer]. "

Sang told everything because he was in a really good mood and because until now, he had no worries.

"As long as you perform the right [prayer], you can get what you want from the world. Look, if this is not a god, what else could it be?

This world... the spiritual world of [Eternal Death] has a different operating mechanism from the normal server - when the world starts to iterate, part of the running memory in the wilderness will not be cleared, but a small part will be retained as The [anchor] for the next generation to take shape.

Back then, I was very, very, very lucky to find that small part of the running memory that would not be cleared due to iteration, and wrote a rule into it——

[Sang will retain the memory of his previous life].

In order to ensure that this rule will not be erased, I send my men to the wilderness in every generation to copy this rule.

If they succeed, they can not only write my [Oracle] of this generation into the running memory, but also extract from the running memory the [Oracle] I wrote into it in the previous generation - usually some rules, some knowledge. "

William Mast was shocked.

No wonder the ascetics of the Choir are so persistent in searching for the existence of the [Holy Light] in the wilderness. It turns out to be this reason.

Sang leaned back on the chair, placed his fingers on his chest, and looked outside the porthole again.

No one knows why he is so obsessed with the stars.

"In this way, even if the world iterates and I start over, I still have a foundation."

He closed his eyes.

When he reopened his eyes, his pupils had become cloudy in the lens, and the entire inside of his eyes had become as dark and boundless as the depths of the universe.

"Now, we have one of the answers."

At this moment, Sang once again became the invincible commander who stood at the top of human civilization.

"We will have our own, controllable [eternal death] - we will make human flesh and blood into more perfect [eternal deaths], and these [eternal deaths] will have the power to fight against this world."

William Master finally understood Xanthium’s true purpose—what he wanted to create was not only carbon-based life that could evolve rapidly and even reach perfection, but also the [end] of carbon-based life that could become the world itself— —The world is also [Eternal Death] itself!

He looked at the screen and said in a feverish tone:

"We will have a final decisive battle with this world - [Eternal Death]!"

After the words fell, there was only a "pop" sound, the entire server was powered off, and the computer room fell into darkness.

Sang's voice filled with shock and anger broke out in the darkness:

"Go find out what's going on!"

The other two programmers moved, but William Master remained where he was.

The evolution of the flesh and blood monsters in the STR-56 space station does not only rely on themselves, but also requires computer programs to deduce and correct their physiological states in real time. Once the server goes down, those monsters will not be able to complete the perfect evolution.

Now that the server has unexpectedly lost power, whatever the cause, he has precious respite time.

……

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At this moment, at the top of the STR-56 space station, Ogami and Klein put down their rifles with empty magazines.

In front of him is the destroyed flesh and blood biomass generator - this ugly big thing is now the source of electricity for the entire STR-56 space city.