I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 426 Cave
The interior of the flying vehicle was decorated like a coffee shop, with four people and a dog sitting around the table, creating a particularly harmonious atmosphere.

Jack took a sip of the honey water and yelled dissatisfiedly,

"Why should I play the role of a patient!"

He stretched his neck, looked around, and found that none of the people present could offend him, so he retracted his neck sleepily, drinking his honey water.

Jack comforted himself in his heart, being a patient is also very good, the patient can eat and drink, and there is no need to be responsible for being crazy. There are many famous people in history who have been crazy or have been crazy
Once he accepted the status quo, he could convince himself of the eight hundred advantages of being a madman.

Not even the dog looked at Jack.

The rest of the attention was on Arthur.

They obviously didn't come to treat Arthur.

There are nothing more than two choices before everyone, ask Arthur some questions, or kill him.

The magician asked first,
"Are you Luden after all?"

In a nutshell, the question is – who are you?

Arthur replied earnestly,

"I think I am."

Jack rolled his eyes, well, it's the same as not saying it.

Sabbath Road,

"who am I?"

This question does not need to be generalized, it is condensed to the extreme.

Arthur pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly,
"First of all, you, none of you are Luden, because I am Luden.

I can't be cloned. If I don't actively cooperate, I can't even modify my memory. My brain is like a shield. Qiyun's technology has proved this point.This era has not surpassed the speed of light, and even if their technology is ahead of Qiyun, there is no major breakthrough in theory.Therefore, Luden has one and only one.

Secondly, there are many possibilities for your existence. I personally prefer that you are an intelligent creature generated by AI, which has entered my memories of the past few times.

It's easy to fake a DNA test result, it's easy to have an identical face, but what matters is the soul, please forgive me for using this word, although I'm an atheist, I still have to say this, our There is an essential difference in the soul,'

Sabbath didn't respond, just sat there quietly.

His face is like poker all the year round, and he can't get any useful information from his expressions.

Both have asked questions.

Jack felt that it was his turn.

Before he could speak, the dog beside him spoke.

"Dog or cat, who do you like better?"

Arthur thought for a while and replied seriously,

"I don't like it. I have asthma and allergies."

Death nodded, and said to himself, "Just hate cats."

Jack: .
Come on, can he also say he hates dogs?
Jack cleared his throat and asked,
"Am I handsome?"

Arthur: .
Obviously, among the three people and one dog questions, Jack is the most difficult to answer.

Arthur chooses to skip.

He looked at the magician, waiting for the other to continue asking questions.

The magician took out the question he had prepared earlier, "How did you come into this world?"

Arthur mused,
"I can't explain the specific method to you. It's not that there is a limit, but I don't know it myself. There is indeed something called a simulator, which cannot be explained by any theory"

Having said this, Arthur laughed, and the magician also laughed.

There was a weird smile on everyone's face, as if they were laughing at this statement.

Oh, another thing that cannot be explained by theory?

Jack didn't laugh at first, but when everyone started laughing, he immediately started laughing, and when everyone stopped, he stopped immediately.

Sabbath Road,

"Where should I go?"

The magician and the Sabbath issue are actually very simple.

Who are you and where are you from.

Who am I and where am I going.

Arthur answered this question very simply,
"You know Plato's allegory of the cave, right?"

The crowd nodded.

When Plato is mentioned, many people's first reaction is Platonic love. In fact, this kind of love has nothing to do with Plato.

But the allegory of the cave is related to him.

The allegory of the cave is simple:
The prisoner was trapped in the cave, his limbs were bound, and his back was turned to the entrance of the cave.

There is a wall in front of the prisoner, and a fire behind him. Various objects are placed in front of the fire, casting shadows on the wall.

All the life of the prisoner, he can only see himself and the shadow on the wall.

Then, maybe one day, someone will climb out of the cave and see the real world.
The allegory of the cave roughly tells such a simple story.

Arthur mentioned it at this moment, obviously not to discuss philosophical issues with everyone.

Every one of them, even the dog, could be a philosopher if need be.

Except Jack.

There is no need to waste saliva in the depths of philosophy. Debate is not the topic of today.

What Arthur wanted to say was also very simple.

"In the allegory of the cave, what you see in the cave is the world, and the world you see when you walk out of the cave is also the world. The real world, the real is just an attributive. The key point is who judges the real standard. Personal will cannot be imposed on others. .”

Arthur said seriously,

"Where you are, what you see, who you love, and what you do are the answers to where you should go."

Go where you want to go, see what you want to see, love who you want to love, and do what you want to do.
Everyone fell into silence once again.

This answer is not surprising, it does not have the shocking feeling of thunder on the flat ground, and it is even a bit mediocre.

But popular truths are usually disguised as mediocrity.

The magician nods,
"The identification report can be issued."

Sabbath chimed in,

"Correct."

"He is indeed a madman, and he is not lightly mad."

"He got involved in his own story, refused to come out, and set up a special role for everyone, so that the whole world can justify itself."

"Crazy is not the same as psychotic. He is just crazy, not stupid."

"Makes sense."

"Treatment advice?"

"Go to the hospital first."

"."

The two asked and answered, making Arthur's arrangements clear.

Jack:? ? ?
Aren't we talking about the truth of the world, why are we talking about lunatics again?

The two were talking, just like a real doctor, wanting to arrest Arthur and send him to the lunatic asylum.

Jack couldn't sit idly by.

Something must be done!
Even if you don't save Arthur, you have to save yourself!

Jack quickly stood up and stopped him,
"Wait a minute! Is there something wrong?"

The magician and Sabbath looked at each other, and even the dog beside him laughed.

Only, this time, Jack didn't laugh.

Not only did he not smile, he even felt a chill creeping up his body.

"Something is wrong."

The magician nodded, looked at Jack, and said calmly and gracefully,
"You're crazy too, you actually believed a lunatic's crazy words."

Sabbath chimed in,

"Indeed, since he is also mad, he should be locked up with the madman."

(End of this chapter)