Three-stream detection simulator

Raven was stunned when she heard this. She held the cup in one hand and forgot to drink the water.

The high-tech equipment provided by Morgan was extremely advanced, and the surrounding scenes were constantly changing as she spoke slowly. The ordinary basement flat ceiling above them had now turned into a rectangular vault, and the stained glass on both sides looked like a blur under the hanging cables. The light is refracted seemingly non-stop, and the draft lifts up the covering in front of a huge glass window above the altar, letting it float into the air like a dancer's skirt. The pale white sunlight reflects the dust in the air, and there is a sense of The texture is like falling into a dream.

In front of the fluorescent culture chamber, a humanoid with a cross in place of his head was leaning on a brown-red pulpit table, with a white robe wrapped around his body lingering on the ground. One of his legs was slightly bent, and his upper body was leaning forward. On this winter day before the end of the world, he stretched out his rusty right hand to the girl in front of him, like a vibrant branch growing on the ruins of the tomb. .

And the woman in front of him is no longer young. She has gray hair and has read thousands of sails. Her eyes and mind are filled with the wind, frost, rain and snow of the past century, and she has bid farewell to one era after another, either magnificent or trickling. The names she was familiar with that were once praised all over the world have become legends in the old papers. Her wise and heroic friends have gone to sleep with regrets one after another. Today, she finally walked to the end of her life and suddenly turned her head. Look, there are only a few people walking around.

Hercule Hugo was one of them.

She had been fearful and wary of him, and questions and quarrels broke out between the two. However, what Morgan couldn't deny was that he became the only thread that connected the two centuries together, allowing her to occasionally get help from him. She caught a glimpse of the time she loved so much. The brown-haired girl in the church decades ago was infected by the inexplicable emotions in her heart. It can be said that she held the hand extended by Hercule without hesitation, and naturally shaped the beginning of this long friendship, which lasted for decades. The wrinkled smile of Morgan Stark in his later years is full of nostalgia, and the way he holds his chin up and looks at the projection of the past is like looking at a child who is not stable enough.

"I will always remember..." she said with a smile, "your body fell apart before you said a few words after shaking hands with me."

Hercule, suddenly embarrassed, assured her, "Not anymore."

"..."

The detective adjusted his collar a little uncomfortably, giving the illusion that he was facing his own dark history. What was even more frightening was that he had no impression of others but remembered it clearly. He glanced at the training warehouse standing at the end of the church in the projection, and asked: "So I...well, this me, what was the situation at that time?"

**

"I am an alien soul." The 'human' in front of Morgan introduced himself, "I have been in this relatively monotonous body for several years."

Is this just a fucking monotonous problem? ?

Morgan didn't dare to look at the brain in the culture warehouse, so he pretended to be calm and observed a delicate plant wrapped around a wooden stick on the cross, pretending that it was the other person's hair: "How did you get here?"

"It's just an accident. In fact, I'm not used to living without limbs, but it's okay after a long time. The main thing that troubles me is Argos. Are you familiar with him?"

"I've heard of him," Morgan said cautiously.

"What about his Tinder plan?"

"...I can only say that I have heard a little bit about it."

Hercule looked at her and tilted his head, probably because he wanted to laugh but couldn't. The can on his neck made a crisp impact sound:

"You are too cautious. There is no similar species in my recipe, and my name is not Hannibal. Let's put it this way, as a capitalist, the leader of a corporate kingdom, and a minority group that excessively concentrates wealth, his starting point may be It's good, but the way he behaves makes me disagree. Therefore, my request is to break away from the current state of being controlled by others, and it is best to stand on the opposite side of Apocalypse Company. Do you have the courage to cooperate with me, Miss Stark? "

Morgan: "You also talked about saving the world, but I don't see how going against Argos would do any good to the universe."

"You are asking knowingly. Let me tell you something relevant to me. Before the news of the doomsday appeared, Argos's fire plan was actually to reshape the golden age and retrieve the first half century that he would never forget. . He has many grand plans, such as——"

Hercule pointed to the training warehouse,

"Using the genes of golden age superheroes to clone copies of them. This method failed due to many factors. First of all, he was ambitious and was not satisfied with just cloning one or two people, but he was unable to collect them. Of all the genes worth reproducing, some of them are missing, and some have undergone strange mutations over decades. Secondly, it is difficult for cloned individuals to meet the requirements of Argos, after all, only the events that shape human character are missing. A little bit can trigger a qualitative change.”

Morgan frowned: "I have never heard of such a thing. What he did was not ethical."

"He would not let the public know how the highly concentrated wealth was used to satisfy his selfish desires, especially after failing so many times. However, Argos was not ignorant of flexibility, and he quickly decided to settle for the next best thing. Use the method of brain evolution to select better humans in the new era and indirectly complete the grand scene of the golden age.”

In other words, if you can't get the main body, you can simply train new people of the same level to make meal replacements.

Hercule stood there talking, and Morgan didn't know how he, as a 'brain' with limited movement, could learn these secrets.

Argos obviously won't tell everyone about his conspiracy like the villain Boss in the comics. It can only be that the person in front of him has gained the trust of the CEO of Apocalypse Company through various methods, or secretly made a secret under Argos's nose. —The risks faced and the wisdom required are almost unimaginable.

Moreover, Morgan could hear that Argos's thoughts were very simple at this time: To rebuild an era and a social atmosphere requires the joint efforts of many parties. The most important thing is that only humans can be recognized by humans, at least. It must also have a human form. So robots, aliens, people with only brains, people who look like dogs but insist on saying they are God... are not considered.

result.

"He failed again, didn't he?"

"Exactly, Miss Stark, countless human parents from ancient times to the present have already verified that the next generation of life cannot grow up completely according to the ideas of the elders." Hercule made a joke, "Argos is vivid It vividly reflects the mental state of some programmers who debug to the point of collapse.”

Morgan tugged at the corner of his mouth with difficulty, feeling that it was a bit hellish to compare humans and programs together.

The humanoid creature with the cross on its head leaned on the desk with its hands and said calmly:

"He has also tried others. But you know, some scientific and non-scientific methods have proved that human beings have souls. The so-called artificial and bionic people all live in the frame. What Argos wants is a miracle that transcends the frame. "

It sounded paranoid, but Morgan understood immediately - Argos itself was an AI brother-eye, and what it wanted to possess was not its own kind, but its creator.

This is just like a joke: does artificial life actually want to create humans? And he is one of the rarest human beings? To put it bluntly, there is nothing that any race in the universe can do. Why do you think so, brother?

Morgan was shocked by Argos' goal. She is not like her father. Decades of wandering, living in isolation, and living a low-key life have made her develop a cautious character that is incompatible with her talent. Therefore, she is surprised and feels more ridiculous: "He is very good." Courage, I think he's gone crazy."

The cross on the can shook back and forth, making a nodding motion.

The range of his movements was a little too wide, and the lower end of the cross accidentally tilted up, tearing open the collar of the curtain cloth on his body. Hercule reached out in time to grab the rag on his shoulder, but it triggered an even greater chain reaction——

The joint bearing made of a tennis ball at his elbow left the work station with a click, and bounced to the ground to find freedom. Morgan's sharp eyes saw that there were puppy teeth marks on it, which was obviously a toy owned by a certain family's pet.

"..."

"I'm sorry, there was an accident, but it doesn't affect our communication."

The young man put down his disabled arm, let his forearm do a single swing motion, and said calmly,

"I also think Argos is not normal. He failed too many times and had to retreat from the original goal again and again. In the end, just seeing the glimmer of victory was enough to make him ecstatic. The end of the world The news put more pressure on him and completely changed his mind - from this perspective, he still has some sense of responsibility. "

Morgan realized something: "Were you born during this period?"

"I'm not. But my body is." Hercule corrected her. "There was a popular saying in the scientific and media circles more than a hundred years ago that 'the human brain only uses less than 10% of its potential.'"

This controversial and difficult-to-verify view was later gradually falsified, but various experiments have shown that human beings still have a very shallow understanding of their own minds. It can continuously learn and improve itself, and it can also function in certain extreme states. "

That's really extreme. Morgan thought, glaring at him. Who could have imagined that one day we would be talking to a separate brain?

"What you mean is that Argos could not create excellent and natural people, but he did create human beings -" she thought of the wisdom displayed by the people in front of her from time to time, and changed her words, "far beyond the brains of most humans. ?”

"Oh, no," said Hercule. "He still failed."

"I was in this chapel when I woke up. Did you see the wires on both sides of the wall? They used to be all connected to the nutrient chamber. This is a warehouse for storing discarded biological cells. Argos failed to get it Any research result that has unlimited room for growth and evolution, can think independently, and can think about the crisis of the universe from a human perspective, let alone possess the humanity that he has never given up pursuing.”

This time Morgan said with certainty: "He is crazy. They are all unrealistic delusions. What's worse is that his power and wealth can support his wanton squandering. Look at the way the earth looks now, you say he is a bit insignificant." I think that as long as he understands what social responsibility is, he should not use war to seize resources, but find ways to maintain peace at least temporarily. "

Hercule was very satisfied with her attitude and the results of his speech. After all, his purpose was to persuade Morgan Stark to stand on the same side as him. Unfortunately, his arm was disconnected just now and he could not applaud.

So he wanted to stand up and pat Morgan on the shoulder, but unfortunately something happened again:

A violent electric spark erupted from the robe made of curtain cloth, accompanied by a loud bang.

The neck of the can and the feet made of barbed wire froze in the air.

Morgan couldn't help but look at the space under the curtains inquisitively (he didn't know why a dummy needed to wear clothes): "What happened? Is there a short circuit?"

"No, it's just--" The young man's relaxed attitude disappeared, and he used the hand that could still move to pull the wires on the leg joints a little irritably, "The copper wire I pulled off the wall is too old--"

"Bang!"

Before he finished speaking, a bigger electric spark appeared where his fingers touched, and this time there was a burnt smell.

"Damn it."

Morgan: "..."

She felt a strong sense of depression from the cross.

**

Hercules could no longer bear it at the Washington Tavern, and interrupted Morgan: "You can say a little about the unimportant things."

"Okay, okay." Morgan respected his opinion most of the time, "Then you broke into pieces in front of me, and insisted not to let me pick them up for you. I had to talk to a speaker, and you said that your current body - that is, the brain - has an unimaginable evolutionary ability, and it can almost be said that there is no ceiling. Perhaps because it is too developed, it is not allowed to survive in nature."

Even Argus has to admit that the appearance of Hercules Hugo is a miracle.

He brought a soul to a dead object and brought a turning point to a universe.

The problem is that the young, free-willed traverser obviously does not want to be manipulated by Argus. From the first day he came to the strange environment, he realized the danger of fate - who the hell would want to be a brain? !

Under what circumstances would a human brain be put in a jar?

It is either a research subject or an experimental material!

In order to avoid being killed, he disguised himself as much as possible and sank into the nutrient tank without moving. Although he had already recognized the uniqueness of this body... this brain:

It has quick thinking, photographic memory, and amazing comprehension ability. In addition, its learning and improvement speed seems to be visible to the naked eye.

Specifically, Hercules' body after crossing is similar to a game character. As long as it starts to work, no matter what task it does (even helping people find cats), it will increase its intelligence attribute points.

However, no matter how awesome it is, it doesn't have long legs after all.

Argos quickly noticed something wrong in the data sent back from the nutrient tank.

The consumption of nutrients and oxygen is a bit too high... It doesn't meet the positioning of a dormant life form.

He found Hercules without any surprise.

This discovery made him ecstatic.

Even after only two nights, Argos couldn't help but go to the chairman of Ark Pharmaceuticals to show off: "This is our hope, and also the hope of mankind."

But for Hercules, this was the beginning of a disaster. He was facing the head of a huge business empire, an AI that was crazy but still rational, and a power animal that could make small sacrifices coldly despite swinging back and forth between justice and selfishness.

If he wanted to keep his own thoughts, he had to always be impeccable, so that Argus would believe that what he saw was not inferior to his creator, and the attitude that humans could show when they were perfect in some aspects.

When Morgan later learned about the detective's situation at the time, he only felt that he saw a scene:

The nutrient tank at the end of the church stood on the half-meter-high altar, and Hercules' body was like a sea hunter ready to go, rising and falling in the sparkling water. Argus, who looked like a middle-aged man fifty years ago, stood expressionlessly in front of the church, and his eyes connected to the Brother Eye satellite were like two scarlet dots in the dark.

Humans and non-humans confronted each other.

However, you don't know which of them really has a human heart.