Film and television drama writing assistant

Chapter 340
"game?"

"Different."

"How to test?"

Meng Donglai took out a brain computer from his pocket (Xumi space), a portable version, which looks like a bone conduction earphone, and has a pair.

"Find a chair or bed, put your body in a stable position, and then put on this headset, you will discover a new world."

"Are these new headphones?"

"You'll know when you bring it with you. Don't worry, there won't be any danger." Meng Dong replied.

Cobb looked at Meng Donglai suspiciously, there might not be explosives inside.

Although he himself had some experience as a commercial espionage, those who offended him didn't need to blow himself up so blatantly.

If you really want to die, one bullet is enough.

Cobb tried to hang a "headphone" around his neck.

"Hello, Hongmeng is at your service." A prompt sound came from my ear.

This is indeed an electronic device.

"Okay, I will test when I have time." Cobb took over the test task.

"That's fine, we won't bother you any more. If you finish the test, please call this number." Meng Donglai left a business card and left.

Cobb watched the three strange people leave and returned home.

He looked at the pair of headphones in his hand.

"Dad, come quickly."

"coming."

Put the earphones on the shoe cabinet, and then go into the house and continue to accompany the children to do handwork.

At night, after coaxing the two children to sleep, Cobb habitually planned to use sedatives to fall asleep and dream, and reunite with Mel in his dreams.

But the three weirdos during the day suddenly flashed in my mind.

I got up and went to the door. The earphones that were placed here at noon were gone.

Opening the drawer under the countertop of the cabinet, it was put away by the child's grandmother.

Take the earphones out of the drawer and take them to the bedroom.

Lie down in the recliner as the weirdo reminded you, and put on both earphones.

"Hello, Hongmeng is serving you, do you want to enter the starry sky?" The melodious female voice sounded again.

"Yes." Cobb replied with his eyes open.

The next second, a strong feeling of sleep came over me, and my eyes quickly turned dark, then brightened instantly.

Cobb found himself already in a room of more than 20 square meters.

The wall material of the room is very strange, neither wall paint nor wallpaper, but metal material.

Ignoring the time to observe carefully, Cobb immediately called for the notification tone just now.

"Hongmeng?"

"I'm here."

"Where am I?" Cobb asked.

"You are now in the starry sky, you have a new email, do you want to check it?" the prompt replied.

"Check it."

An area on the wall next to it suddenly turned into a monitor, and the yellow man appeared in the monitor during the day.

"Cobb, when making a smart assistant, please choose to extract the memory in your mind to make Mel."

After saying this, the display will prompt that the email has finished playing.

Cobb was a little confused.

He suspected that his current state was already in a dream.

I reached into my bosom, trying to take out the spinning top to verify it, but I found something was wrong when I touched it. I was wearing a suit like an in-vehicle space suit. The restraint effect was very good, but there were few pockets. And no pockets.

He raised his right hand in front of his eyes, and there was no ring on his hand.

He can be sure that he is not in the real world now, and there is no totem on his body, which means that he is not in a dream.

So, is this the "metaverse" that the person mentioned before?

"It's so real."

This thought flashed across Cobb's mind, and then a question arose: "How to return to the real world?"

"Are you sure you want to quit Starry Sky?"

Immediately there was a notification sound next to it.

"Yes." Cobb replied.

His eyes went dark, and when he opened his eyes again, Cobb found that he had returned to the real world.

He sat up from the recliner, took off the "headphones" from his ears and looked carefully. This small thing could actually pull his consciousness into a real virtual world.

This kind of advanced technology is something he has never heard of, and it is even more advanced than the technology in science fiction.

After thinking for a while, Cobb sat back on the recliner again.

"Hello, Hongmeng is serving you, do you want to enter the starry sky?" The melodious female voice sounded again.

"Yes."

Cobb came again to the room surrounded by metal walls.

He fumbled to open the mailbox and played the previous email again.

"What's a smart assistant?" Cobb asked.

"In the starry sky, everyone has a chance to customize the smart assistant for free. Do you want to customize it now?" the female voice replied.

"Then what are you?" Cobb asked.

"I'm the standard smart assistant."

"Tell me the rules in detail."

The smart assistant popularized the rules of customization to Cobb. It is very simple. For players, they only need to select and confirm, and the customization process is all completed by the system.

"Can you retrieve my memory?" Cobb asked.

"Yes, but only with your authorization." the smart assistant replied.

When Cobb heard this answer, he couldn't help feeling a little horrified.

He wants to get out of here and throw the "headphones" in the trash.

But the word "Mel" in the email made him unable to make up his mind.

"Extract the memory of Mel in my mind and make a smart assistant." Cobb said this sentence almost tremblingly.

"please confirm."

The wall display showed his choice just now.

"confirm."

"please wait."

Cobb waited anxiously. He felt that his choice had desecrated his lover, but he couldn't help it.

Ten seconds passed quickly, and the memories about Mel flashed in his mind like a slideshow, including the memory of spending his whole life in the fourth dream.

"Customization complete."

Suddenly, the wife who had been thinking about it day and night appeared beside Cobb.

"Mel!"

"Cobb."

……

Two hours later, a tearful Cobb withdrew from the starry sky.

So real!

No flaws.

It's like Mel was resurrected in the starry sky.

Moreover, the "thoughts" that she planted in her subconscious before were also stripped away.

Simply perfect.

Even more perfect than the Mel in my dream.

If it wasn't for the brain-computer warning that the battery was low, he really didn't want to return to the real world.

After removing the computer from his ears and wiping the tears on his face, Cobb almost ran to the hall and began to rummage around for the business card that he had thrown on the shoe cabinet before.

There's nothing on the cabinets or drawers.

I asked the grandma of the child and was told that the garbage was thrown into the trash can.

He began to rummage through the trash can at home again, and the child's grandmother had already cleaned it up once after dinner.

Regardless of putting on his coat, he ran to the garbage station in the community and rummaged through it with a flashlight.

After searching for almost an hour, he finally found the business card.

With a sigh of relief, Cobb sat slumped on the ground, and finally heaved a long sigh of relief.

Returning home with the business card in hand, I washed my hands briefly, took out my phone, and checked the time on the phone. It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.

Enter the number and dial.

beep!beep!
After two beeps, the call was connected.

"Hey."

"Mr. Cobb, have you been tested?" The man who answered the phone was the man who came to deliver the brain machine during the day.

"Ah."

"To tell you the truth, we can not only resurrect your wife in the starry sky, but also in reality." Meng Donglai said directly.

"What do you want me to do?" Cobb knew there was no free lunch in this world.

"It's very simple, your old job is to implant an idea into a person's subconscious mind." Meng Dong replied back.

"It can't be easy to put an idea in," Cobb retorted.

"I believe in you, you have experience." Meng Donglai smiled.

He was in a good mood at the moment, and the jade document reported to him just now that the previous guess was basically correct, and part of Mel's memory had indeed entered Cobb's brain through the dream sharing system.

Because it is passive, the memory is not very comprehensive.

But this can be improved through technology, turning passive into active, and the upload of memory can be done [-]%.

This is not the technology in the world of "The Matrix". After the memory is extracted, it needs to be stored on a storage device.

The memories uploaded to the shared dream system will be stored in the shared dream system, that is, stored in the brains of all human beings who dream together.

Here the difference is huge.

"The brain machine you gave me doesn't have a charger."

When Cobb said this, it meant that he agreed.

"Just make a low-power wireless charger and you can charge it." Meng Dong replied.

"Okay, let's make an appointment to talk in detail."

"can."

After hanging up the phone, Cobb couldn't wait to come to his studio, made a simple wireless charging device with a coil, and put the brain computer on it.

beep!

There was a soft sound, and a small red dot appeared at the end of the brain machine, indicating that the brain machine was charging.

In the phone call just now, Meng Donglai only said low power, and did not limit how low the power is. Cobb did not dare to adjust the power too high, and chose the power for charging ordinary mobile phones.

I thought it would be a long wait, but I never thought that after only 15 minutes, the red dot at the end of the computer turned green.

Cobb took it off and put it on his ear, entered the starry sky, and saw Mel again, feeling really happy.

"How long can the power of the brain machine be used?" Cobb asked.

"If you stand by in the waiting room like this, you can use it for [-] hours. If you enter the game, depending on your story in the game, you can use it for [-] to [-] hours." Mel replied.

"Is it such a long time?" Cobb thought that he ran out of battery after only two hours of use just now, and felt that the one surnamed Meng gave him a machine that was about to run out of power.

Really, it leaves people speechless.

The next day, Cobb, who hadn't slept all night, took off his brain computer and felt in a good state of mind.

He found that using this brain machine to enter the starry sky, although the body can not get a complete rest like the dream sharing system, it is much better than not sleeping all night.

After finishing breakfast with the children and sending them all to school, Cobb received a call from Meng Donglai again and asked him to meet at a hotel.

When I came to the executive suite of the hotel, the three people inside were the same three people who visited me yesterday.

"This is our goal this time. Take a look first." Meng An handed a stack of documents to Cobb, and Cobb looked at Meng Donglai who was busy with the computer, picked up the documents and sat on the sofa to start reading .

As expected, the target was another big chaebol.

It's just that compared to the last time the chaebol fought against the chaebol, the employer this time has never heard of it before, and it doesn't look like he is rich and powerful.

But the brain-computer technology he took out can prove that this person must be very powerful.

The information looks thick, but most of it is pictures, and Cobb reads it quickly.

"Is this to make him commit suicide?" Cobb was a little surprised after reading the information.

Is it necessary to be so complicated?
"That's right." Meng Donglai looked at him and replied, "You have experience in this."

Cobb felt that his heart ached so much. What happened to his wife was the most untouchable pain in his life.

"How do you prove that Mel can be resurrected?" Cobb asked.

"Meng An."

Meng An received Meng Donglai's signal, took out a tablet and started playing the video.

Inside is the cloning base in the previous mission world, and the video fast-forwards the process of cloning a human from an embryo to an adult.

"If we can extract memory, we can inject memory." Meng Donglai said.

"Mel has been cremated." Cobb said with some disappointment.

"This is your wife's egg storage document. After she gave birth to two children, she extracted part of her eggs and stored them." Meng An put a document in front of Cobb again.

Cobb flipped through it briefly, and found that the signature on the back was indeed his wife Mel's font.

He didn't know about it.

"DNA is not important, what is important is memory." Meng Donglai added.

"Where do memories come from?" Cobb asked.

"We have verified that when we share dreams, we will share memories. The longer the dream is shared, the more memories will be shared. I think you have already experienced this." Meng Dong said back and forth.

Cobb finally knew why Mel in the starry sky was so real.

It turned out that her memories were all real.

But is the clone Mel who only has partial memory still considered Mel?

Cobb didn't dare to delve into this issue of logic.

"It's too difficult to commit suicide alone, and I may not succeed." Cobb temporarily put aside his wild thoughts and began to focus on the task.

"Look at this." Meng An played him a video again.

In the video, a middle-aged man of yellow race stands barefoot on the edge of the top floor of a building, standing on one foot, and doing complicated movements.

"What is this doing?"

"Use the great fear between life and death to train and pass on martial arts." Meng An replied.

"Does this work?" Cobb asked, and as soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the man in the video lost his footing and fell directly from the roof of the building.

"I don't know if it will be useful, but he believes it will be useful." Meng Donglai walked over and sat on the sofa next to him.

"You... implanted thoughts in him?" Cobb understood.

"That's right, this man's name is Shi Qiang. He tried to implant my thoughts before, but he didn't succeed. I'm retaliating with an eye." Meng Dong replied.

"You can do it yourself, why are you looking for me?" Cobb asked.

"You don't have to worry about it, you just need to know that after completing this mission, you will be able to see the revived Mel." Meng Donglai didn't answer his question.

"I can't do it alone."

"I know that the team is organized by you. Money, goods, people, assistance, you can tell Meng An what you want, and he will provide everything you want. I will wait for news of your success." Meng Donglai said.

"Okay, I'll take it."

He is not just for himself, but also for the healthy growth of his two children. They need their mother more than themselves.

Next, Meng Donglai and Meng Anbing split into two groups.

Meng Donglai began to fly around the world, "stealing" technology related to the dream sharing system.

Meng An fully cooperated with Cobb to form a team.

Cobb found the previous team members one after another. At first, except for the outpost Arthur, who agreed without hesitation, no one else was willing to take risks.

They had all received generous rewards for the previous mission. It was too dangerous to use powerful sedatives, and no one else was willing to carry out the mission of implanting thoughts again.

But after Meng An proved that the brain machine could pull them out of their dreams, these people were finally persuaded by Cobb.

Not to mention, Cobb's mouth, if it was placed in ancient times, would definitely be a good strategist.

Even in modern times, if you take the road of public relations, your development will definitely be much better than it is now.

The team was reunited, and "Dream Builder" Adrian was unwilling again after learning that the mission goal was to "kill people".

"If we don't do it, someone will do it. Think about the technological content contained in the brain computer in your hands. Mellon can't escape this disaster." Cobb persuaded.

"However, even if he is destined to die, I don't want to be an executioner." Adrian retorted.

"For the sake of a long life, this person has already disregarded the lives of others. This time, the employer was attacked by him first, and he would choose to fight back after he failed." Cobb added: "If he is allowed to continue to be so crazy , I don’t know how many innocent people will be murdered by him.”

"Even if he is guilty, it should be tried by a judge." Adrian was still unwilling.

"If this mission is successful, the boss will provide you with an architectural design contract with a construction cost of more than 400 billion U.S. dollars." Meng An directly offered inducements next to him.

Adrian hesitated immediately after hearing this.

She studied architectural design. If there is no funds, her designs will only stay on paper.

And her dream is self-evident, that is to build her own design.

400 billion, enough to build a city landmark.

"1000 billion." Adri bargained.

"500 billion, this is the highest price. There are many good dream builders in the world." Meng An replied.

"make a deal."

In front of money, people instantly become demons.

The team is formed successfully, and the next step is to discuss how to complete the task.

Mellon's obsession was that the cancer never come back.

Over the years, because of this obsession, the time he spent on family and career has been greatly reduced.

The affection in the family is almost entirely maintained by money, and there is also a tendency to be emptied in the company.

If he wants to give up his pursuit of "longevity" and choose to commit suicide, he must feel hopeless.

Mellon is very rich, very rich, and his life based on money is very happy. Even though there are all kinds of hypocrisy, almost everyone is friendly to him.

It was hard for him to feel hopeless.

"Start with falsehood." Eames the Pretender suggested.

"False? People in this world are very false, life is very false, and my own pursuit is very false. It is a direction." Cobb nodded in agreement.

"Based on Mellon's experience, it doesn't matter if it's false. It's impossible for his knowledge to commit suicide because of falsehood." Arthur, the outpost, disagreed.

(End of this chapter)