Xiling Empire

In a data space that is very different from the real world, don't use common sense to measure what you see.

I repeated this guideline that Sandola told herself before uploading, and then came to the picture embedded in the ground, watching the spirit on the picture grinning at herself: "Why do you want to appear in this image?"

"Save network resources," the spirit on the screen moved her mouth, but her voice came from all directions. "Her Majesty's soul is very strong. Even if she only uploads consciousness, it will cause a great burden on the network, so I want to reduce Your own network occupancy rate. This network is layered, and data at each layer can be circulated. My ontology is in the basic link. When communicating with your Majesty, I only use a simple interactive interface like this to maximize the network utilization. melted."

I understand, but it does n’t really matter if I do n’t understand: As long as she knows that Hilling is the top administrator of the network, her decision is naturally good for the network as a whole. The only effect is that I still have a low head when talking to Hilling, which feels strange and unaccustomed, and I accidentally step on the mind of others ...

"This place is really desolate," Bingtis kept her arms look, but looked around with a lazy expression on her face. She raised her bow and aimed at a protruding square in the sky. "Your spiritual network is every day So busy, do you think you can see the lively scenery here-do you say if shooting with a single arrow will disturb the network? If you fight here, it is better to confirm it first. "

"The backbone of the network has data protection. As long as it does not exceed the threshold, it will not be damaged. The threshold is determined by the willpower of all currently connected Apostles of the Spirit, so do n’t worry about damaging the network. What you see here is that the surface data is being transcoded. Afterwards, the data is updated 26 times per minute, and each update can be repaired by the associated system, so there is no fear of destruction. "

An arrow shot by Fudges, and the light vector formed by the Holy Light produced a big explosion in the high sky far away. Several long squares that were slowly descending were stopped and blown off, just like Hilling said. The blown long squares did not disappear and died. A large golden mist erupted at their breaking point, and then a few breaths. It was repaired as before.

"Well, it feels weird, and you need to manipulate the information element plane. It can interfere with things in this space, but it will be the same after getting used to it," Bingtis confirmed the "feel" of the attack and changed The golden long bow was on his back, and he turned his head to show me a confident smile, "Let's go. There are 20 billion fighting power!"

"Can we still fight in this place?" I pouted, Bingtis was fully armed as soon as she came. Although she still had a heartless smile on her face, but based on what she knew about the female hooligan, she was now Entered a highly tense state of combat readiness. Looking at the surrounding environment, although weird, you must not encounter the enemy before you reach the Rift: this is the spiritual network of the Apostles of the Spirit. Proper home territory!

"Less nonsense, but I came here as a guard, and I was entrusted with it--what if you die behind you, how can you tell Sandora?"

Me: "..." I shouldn't slap a smelly mouth of this goods!

"Which way to go to Rift?" I looked down at the picture on the ground next to my feet, and Hilling nodded, so a light blue direction arrow suddenly appeared in the air in front of us, which was really easy to understand .

"The location of the Rift is not fixed, and it is not on this network segment. It needs to pass through several information transfer hubs to get there. In addition, in this space, it is not possible to use the way of transportation such as space transmission. Here, space transmission means Uploading and downloading, the current network burden has reached a very high level. If you carry out the second-order uploading of His Majesty and Master Bettis, it may cause a wide range of delays ... external communication. "

She was halfway said, suddenly interrupted by a message from outside the network, her picture receded aside, and Tavier's image appeared on the screen: "Your Majesty. I need to report something to you."

"What's the matter?" I and Bingtis hurried forward along the arrow, and lowered my head and asked, the picture presented on the surface followed us at the same speed, and the green data flow around the picture seemed to break the ice. Like an icebreaker left a trail of slowly fading on the surface. Behind us, this trace spread for hundreds of meters.

"According to the equipment load report just made, the consciousness of the void creature has disturbed the system more than expected. Although we use all the spirit hosts in the shadow space to share the compilation of your soul, this disturbance still exceeds the core program's self-healing. Threshold, so the entire system can only run for about seven hours. At that time, it will be forced offline regardless of whether you have completed your work-otherwise you may burn all the connected devices. Please note that you only have seven hours, time Valuable. This is the theory. "

Tavel ended the communication after speaking, and it seemed that as she said, time was precious. Well, as Hilling said, bandwidth was also very precious.

The life form of this void creature is still in trouble, and it should be thought from the beginning that uploading the soul of a void creature to the network is a feat no matter how you look at it: Although it is a half-suspended void creature, the kind of The perturbation instinct of information still exists. Tavel judged that we only had seven hours to figure out what the Rift Valley was. I aggregated my IQ and found that if Rift Valley is a high-precision phenomenon, the task time is really tight ...

At this moment, I felt a gaze of oppression coming from the side. I turned my head and stared fiercely at this side: "It really is the same situation again, your talent is capable of causing trouble!"

I'm very innocent: "It's not my fault to be born in this way. If you have any opinions, you can go to my mother's theory."

Bingtis almost stepped on his left foot with his right foot: "Your mother? Is she still alive?"

"Turn left and go left for 60 billion light years, and when you plunge into the void, you will see my mother ..."

This time, Bingjie was really lying on the ground, and she was sliding forward for a full ten meters: I just ran too fast. At this time, I could n’t stop using the 36e brake. I watched Bingtis slide out so far behind. Fearful: This will not smooth it out, right?

A few seconds later, Sister Bing came back with a brave face on her chest. I reasoned with my toenails and felt that she wanted to kill me ...

Fortunately, at this critical moment, a voice suddenly came out to save the scene, and Hilling just appeared: "It is going to pass through public data, pay attention!"

"What's that?" I asked subconsciously before looking up to see the spectacular scene in the distance. "What's that!!"

A storm! A rainbow-like storm! It lies between the heavens and the earth a few kilometers away, covering the sky and the sun. At the same time, it connects the flat land under our feet and the top of the mountain in the sky. The storm is surrounded by a gorgeous stream of light, colorful, But I couldn't see what it was. I squinted and observed for a long time. Finally, I found a similar situation from the impression: just like the night scene of urban traffic after acceleration, the lights turned into rivers like flowing rivers, except that the storm in front of us stood vertically on the ground, its scale and density It is unprecedentedly spectacular.

"I didn't see it just now, why did it suddenly appear?" Bingtis was also attracted by this spectacular rainbow storm, but he forgot the vengeance of the 36e brake. "Wow, that's beautiful!"

"This is part of the public data that is being updated. This kind of scene will randomly appear anywhere in the Great Plains from time to time, because public data belongs to a slow database, and it may take more than ten minutes for an update. In fact, the plain under your feet is the foundation of the network. The exchange layer, and the long squares in the "sky" are the visual display of various data sets, and the inverted peak is the database or the access end of the database. The new public data walks through the most basic chain I am now in Way, and then enter the long-term storage database through the exchange layer, and each time you enter it, such a big storm will form. "

"We're going through that thing?" Bingtis pouted. "It doesn't look very safe."

"It's okay," Hilling replied. "All data has its own" signature. "Data that does not match the signature cannot affect data that is not in the same process as them. The storm will pass you by. Everyone will pass by. It ca n’t be affected, let ’s consider it a scenery-this is my favorite scenery! "

We hurried fast and reached the bottom of the rainbow storm a moment later. I realized that it was bigger than expected and it would be a waste of time to get around. This storm was completely silent, and the magnificent light flow quickly passed in front of it like a silent movie. Bingtis reached out and stirred in the light flow. She seemed to want to catch something, but she didn't feel anything.

"It's like a phantom, and she doesn't interfere with each other," Bingjie was a little disappointed. "What's all this?"

"Everything, the knowledge uploaded from the grass-roots terminal, but all belong to the irrelevant part, they will not be compiled into the high-level database, but will be opened to the public as shared information. After the second screening, some of them will be Put it in a lower authority database and open it to the servants and civilians, "said Schilling with great interest." There are many things I have n’t encountered in the old empire. Strange knowledge-such as how to fry a half-boiled poached egg, a method of knitting a sweater, and a game guide. Oh, one thing I have never thought about is why the upload priority of the game guide is the highest in civilian data ... ... "

I think I understand why this is, but I'm embarrassed to explain it to Hilling-it has something to do with the child's mother ...

With amazement, Bingtis and I entered this magnificent rainbow storm, as Hilling said, because the data in different threads cannot interfere with each other, this spectacular storm looks nothing to us. Influence, I feel as if I am walking through a phantom, opening my eyes to be frightened, closing my eyes and seeing no waves. If it ’s not time-critical and there is still work to be done, maybe I really want to stay a little longer in this rainbow storm: Although it is visually oppressive, this scenery is really hard to see every day.

Even if I couldn't use space to teleport, Bingtis and I were extremely fast. After a few minutes, we crossed the magnificent wall. There is still an endless plain ahead. The cuboid "mountains" seen before are still at the end of the line of sight, and it seems that they have not been drawn at all. Hilling explained to us along the way that this strange space is very different from the real world. Now I know that the ground beneath my feet is a relatively basic layer in the network. This layer is also one of the backbones of the entire network. Any node, Both soldiers and emperors must be connected to this layer to further access other areas on the network. And the cuboid “peaks” that seem to be inaccessible in the far distance are “safe buffer points” on the network. For normal data on the network, they are indeed inaccessible. Unless Hilling opens these buffers to the entire network. They are used to control the error messages and outdated data packets that are generated in the network every day. The log files and dangerous information that need to be cleared according to the basic protocol will also be sent to these buffer points. At the buffer points, junk data will be identified for the last time. Ten percent will return to the network, and the remaining ninety percent will be cleaned up forever. In the event of a network disaster, these buffer points are also a powerful protection: they will be deployed immediately. Freeze a considerable range of data flow, and then use its huge throughput to delete those messages and their sources that are not in the legal list in batches. Therefore, all things harmful to the network will eventually lead to those dark and square The mountain peak-Hilling used "my trash bin" to describe those things.

"Under the control of the basic protocol, everything runs automatically, and the previous Schilling host has upgraded and patched this network countless times. Therefore, it does not require the care of an administrator," Schilling's video shows in my and At the feet of Bingtis, I am used to talking to her without bowing my head. "The network itself is not conscious, but under the constraints of hundreds of millions of strict rules and approximate intelligent judgment conditions, things without self-awareness can also be done. As dexterous as a creature, it doesn't need to be aware of its existence. It only needs to respond appropriately under the right conditions. This is 'unconscious correctness', so everything here is in order. "

"But you are born, things are a little different." I said casually.

"Well, if a system reaches a certain degree of complexity, it has the basic conditions for the birth of wisdom, and this wisdom is an extension of the original 'self-discipline rule' of the system. I am the first administrator on the network, and I will make it even higher here. Efficient operation, and in accordance with the rule book given by the bubble, when the network fails, self-diagnosis and upgrade ... "

A network where you can write your own patches and find out what's missing-that's one of the great things about Spirit.

A flash of light that cut through the sky interrupted my conversation with Hilling. Bingtis subconsciously raised his bow and arrow, but soon we found that no enemy appeared. That flash of light erupted between the two overhanging peaks in the sky. It lasted for more than a second, connecting the rectangular blocks at the tops of the two peaks, and the whole process was silent. After the flash disappeared, I saw a large number of orange-red cubes slowly detached from the two mountain peaks, and then fell at an extremely slow speed. They were slowly approaching during the fall. After a few minutes, they formed as if A chain or something like a snake. The strange snakes connected by the orange-red cubes seem to eventually fall to the ground. I roughly judged the direction in which they fell and the speed of their own advancement, and found that I would soon encounter them.

"What's that?" Bingtis and I asked in unison.

"The self-maintenance of the database! Some good things have fallen again!" However, Xi Ling changed her previous attitude of being in a hurry and indifferent to water, and when she saw the orange-red cube floating down from the sky, she gave out an excited cheer, "Hurry up! They will soon disappear when they touch the ground! You can only watch it for a while!"

I do n’t know about Bingtis, but Hilling now seems to have no time to explain, so we only have to speed up again, and after a while, we come to the place where the cubes fall-they are still floating slowly, off the ground At a certain height, I found a strange phenomenon: when they are far away from these things, they seem to be only the size of a slap, and now we have come to the landing point, theoretically the distance from these falling blocks It has been shortened hundreds of times ...

Their size remains unchanged, which is not in perspective!

As long as people with normal worldviews know this principle: they are far from small and big, and a thing that looks very small when it is far away from you, but if it is near, its size will naturally become larger. This is art and Optically the simplest and most understandable spatial perspective phenomenon. However, the orange-red cubes that fell from high altitude did not follow this rule at all. I thought that when I and Icetis arrived at the scene, I would see huge cubes that covered the earth and stretched into mountains, but now—

These small squares with big palms fell to the ground in an unhurried manner, and sprinkled a small piece around us. It looked like falling cherry blossoms in this cyberspace. It was very beautiful, but more weird.

"Good-looking!" Hilling said happily, presumably this is quite in line with her aesthetic view, "these are invalid information that is removed from the database after each self-maintenance. Network nodes with permissions will always make a variety of Decisions, but not all decisions can ultimately be executed. These decisions are temporarily stored in the database. When the decision maker or other logical systems believe that these things have no value in implementation, these data will be cleared as before, before , They go through the basic exchange layer and are finally sent to the buffer point-not only are they beautiful, but they also carry some very interesting content. Although they will eventually be cleaned up, they are still very fun to read. "

It seems that Spirit is not just looking at these things ~ www.readwn.com ~ She likes to pick up outdated data that has been removed from the database. This hobby is a bit like the fox in the family who has a collection habit-think so, I stooped and picked up a small orange-red square, and wanted to see what the data that was judged to have no execution value was before the latter dissipated.

As soon as the idea of ​​reading appeared, the small square turned into a streamer in my hand, and then I heard a very familiar voice: "I have an immature idea ..."

Pick up the next box: "I have another immature idea ..."

Next: "I have another immature idea ..."

I changed a dozen in a row, and the idea of ​​shallow and immature scrolled in my mind a dozen times-a bit, the database closest to shallow must be under a lot of pressure! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please read.)

ps: I used to have obsessive-compulsive disorder and felt it was so severe that it needed treatment. Later, a friend recommended me to play and said it was effective for obsessive-compulsive disorder-really effective. Now my obsessive-compulsive disorder is incurable.