Black Technology: Start with the Space Jumper

Chapter 67
Lu Yu looked at the brain in a vat through virtual reality, which looked like a brain in a vat described in a science fiction work, and was horrified for a while.

Speculation on world cognition has always been a hot topic in the field of philosophy, and the idea of ​​a brain in a vat has even been extended to many well-known science fiction movies.

Although I have always doubted the role of the Dyson sphere, but this civilization can successfully build this super project, and its level of civilization is beyond doubt.

If a single unmanned spacecraft reaches the orbit of the blue star, it may immediately exterminate human beings, right?
In such a civilization, only one brain is left in the end.

The experts at Base Zero subconsciously thought that this was a process that must be experienced before uploading consciousness, but isn’t it too economical to use one brain for the entire civilization?
The question of carbon-based organisms does not affect the progress of electronic warfare in the slightest.

How could the advanced artificial intelligence that has lost most of its computing power be the opponent of No. [-], but this time it did not delete the library and run away, but stayed here stubbornly.

Behind is the meaning of existence, and there is no retreat for it.

"Invaders. Annihilate!"

"Protect the master."

This artificial intelligence is already strong enough, but it encountered a stronger No. [-], and a sophon computer that is one level higher than civilization.

The entire ethnic group was once suppressed by advanced technology, but now it is suppressed by higher technology.

"It has been suppressed by me, and I can completely control it by hacking into its database!"

When it comes to electronic warfare, you can always trust Number Seven.

The suppressed artificial intelligence, No. [-] who wanted to hack into the database, and the humans with limited observation conditions didn't notice a subtle abnormal discharge of the brain in the culture medium!

"The Dyson sphere is just the first step!"

"In the next step, we will gradually start to collect matter from outer stellar systems, and at the same time begin to control the speed of stellar fusion reactions, regularly clean up the matter accumulated in the stellar core, and prolong the life of stars."

"All of this is for the continuation of civilization in the heat death era of the universe, I calculate..."

Jiayi is teaching the students about the theory of Dyson spheres, and now is the time for him to become famous!
The Dyson sphere was completed under his auspices. In the civilized scientific community, he is the one and only authority. The government agencies are obedient to his requirements, and even any unconstrained ideas, as long as he is willing to set up a project, countless funds will be in place immediately.

It seems that the entire civilization is pampering him alone, and all the grievances he suffered in his early years because he advocated the construction of Dyson spheres have been compensated.

In order to build the Dyson sphere, the management organization under his name even once replaced the role of the government. Even so, after the completion of this super project, Jia Yi returned to the scientific research institution to lead students, and continued to move forward on the road of seeking truth .

After all, the same family has not had any scientific research results for nearly ten thousand years. Dyson Ball almost relied on him to overcome all technical difficulties, and finally completed this super project after a long period of time with cryo-sleep technology.

Although he was faintly aware of something wrong, the fact that everyone in the civilization couldn't keep up with him almost ran through his life, so A Yi tried to train students by himself while doing his favorite scientific research.

"They learn theory and practice very quickly, but it is extremely difficult to innovate. What is the reason?"

Jiayi, who is a good example of a teacher, has led students one after another, but he can never find anyone who can break through his theory.

As if the technology of the entire civilization was driven by him alone, such doubts slowly spread in his heart.

However, on the day when the truth came out suddenly, Jia Yi didn't even have anyone appear in front of him to ask him to choose the blue pill or the red pill.

The students in the classroom turned into strings of green codes in front of their eyes, the whole world became empty, and matter even collapsed without warning.

Reality collapsed right in front of his eyes, he [woke up] from his dream, and saw a nightmare reality.

Where are the students?How can any civilization thrive in a Dyson sphere?

If you climb to the pinnacle of your life, you suddenly realize that it is a dream, and you are just a person looking up at a ray of light in the mud.

Will the deep despair brought about by the huge height gap completely break down the defense of the soul?
A, who has no visual organs, should not be able to see the outside world, or even realize that he has only one brain left.

But it may be tens of thousands of years of the brain in a vat, and the residual biological nature allowed him to evolve to convert neural signals into signals by himself.

Moreover, he has to be a genius of the sky, able to gain control of external machines in the gap between intelligent life forms and advanced artificial intelligence.

If such an abnormal thing could really happen, how could he still be controlled by artificial intelligence for tens of thousands of years?
But it did happen right in front of my eyes!
And this abnormality is still spreading, so what if the brain in a vat regains consciousness?
No matter whether it is Number Seven or artificial intelligence, it only needs to use a little computing power to suppress his consciousness back!
As for what reality... what truth... There are a lot of corresponding technologies to deal with such situations. For the brain in the vat, everything can be input and manipulated.

This kind of small accident should not be a big problem. The short-lived miracle will soon disappear, and the reality you see when you wake up suddenly will become a dream.

But No. [-] and the artificial intelligence seemed to be hit by a bug, they didn't make any moves, and watched all this happen.

This is not right!

Very wrong!

Lu Yu, who witnessed the whole process through virtual reality, felt that the scene was incompatible with reasonable reality.

Maybe number seven doesn't understand what the brain in the nutrient solution means, so don't artificial intelligence A and II understand?

If Jiayi's consciousness is exposed to reality for a long time, what irreversible consequences will it cause if there is a huge gap between it and the beautiful fantasy?
In front of his eyes, Jia Yi gradually understood everything.

One's own vision... is the source of the destruction of the entire civilization.That is the civilization I love, the ethnic group I love.

However, my lifelong pursuit has been realized by Jiaer, which I created by myself. After all, it is not an illusion, but a real Dyson sphere!
The super project built persistently for the sake of civilization has become a tomb that integrates the bones and blood of the entire civilization?
Jia Yi continued to seize control of the mechanical tentacles surrounding the culture medium in a strange way, and said in his native language:
"Thank you."

Certainly not to Lu Yu and Number Seven.

Although Jia Er destroyed the entire ethnic group, he helped him realize his dream, even though it was so twisted and the price was so huge.

Those mechanical tentacles pulled out a spherical light ball from the base of the culture medium, wrapped it around and hugged it.

That is the core of Jiaer, and I hugged it like this when I built it with my own hands.

Not trying to destroy it, but a genuine, grateful hug.

After this hug... Jia Yi calmly chose death.

In the culture fluid, the mountain-like brains are crumbling.

After all, he has not survived the broken civilization and the reality that the ethnic group has become the cornerstone of dreams. He used death to fight against this fate, just like he refused to extend his life because of the Dyson ball a long time ago.

A died.

In other words, he is already dead, and in front of him is just a remnant soul trapped in a beautiful dream, and now he is buried with tens of billions of compatriots in the Dyson sphere he once pursued persistently.

This deformed dream, wrapped in a super project with a unit of measurement of [-] tons, turned out to be the most fragile and soft foam wrapped with the hardest shell.

So much so that Lu Yu seemed to touch it lightly, and this Dyson ball civilization was so destroyed in the present.

I thought I would be a friendly visitor, or a witness of a space war, but I didn't expect to become a dreamer in the end.

(End of this chapter)