Cyber ​​Fantasy: Dragon Elves and Mortals

Russell's outstretched hand suddenly paused in the air.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly took his hand back.

"His Holiness the Pope... doesn't seem very friendly."

"It's very simple. I can give many reasons..."

As he spoke, he slowly stood up from the chair.

The surrounding simulated environment was originally Russell's home... his cramped one-person room on Sogo Island. This was the environment that made him feel most relaxed.But now...at this moment, it suddenly changed.

The room belonging to Russell suddenly collapsed and disintegrated, turning into a solemn temple.

There are huge stone statues of angels in two rows - wearing a halo on one head and wings of light behind them. Each angel has a completely different shape, and the common thing is that they all have no face.

The seat where Russell is sitting is a pure white throne like a throne.

In front of him, a red carpet spread out to the door.There is no one in this church, only the candlestick is bright.

The roar of thunderstorm could be heard outside.

Through the windows on both sides, lightning illuminates the church from time to time.The low and long rolling thunder coming from afar, the heavy rain outside the window, and the damp coolness made Russell unable to feel the slightest warmth from those candlelights.

And "Promoted" also put on the pure white full set of papal robes.

Russell sat in his seat while he stood on the ground.There are three steps between them, which makes Zhang Sheng look like Russell's courtier.

The old pope wore a triple crown studded with precious stones on his head, and two sacred golden shoulder straps.His hair was pale and slightly dry, and his emerald green pupils, which were very similar to Russell's, were full of calm.

"Because you also have the possibility of becoming Dusk. Because you have never had the need to save the world.

"It's because, since you were born, you haven't received much kindness from this world."

His voice was loud and clear, not like chatting, but like he was announcing something... or like a lonely man praying alone in a temple in the rain.Russell maintained his posture of sitting on the Holy Seat, slowly leaning back and leaning on the backrest.

He looked at the old man and said to him word by word: "I see it very clearly, Russell. I have lived for more than 100 years and have seen countless people, countless ugly people, and countless saints. I am very sure that you are not the kind of person who wants to A fool who sacrifices himself to save the world... You are not a born saint, a savior who has grown through countless hardships, and you are not a fanatic willing to risk everything for your mission.

"In the end, the first thing you care about is yourself. You are not a selfless person. Even if you really want to save the world, it is just because you do it easily. It is because you can do it easily, so you do it ; rather than you having to do it at all costs."

"Ah, I don't deny it."

Russell nodded and admitted easily.

He chuckled: "But there is something wrong... If necessary, I will be willing to sacrifice myself for others.

"But I will not sacrifice for the world. I will sacrifice only for those who love me and those I love."

"Yes, that's why - I can't trust you."

The old pope said word for word: "Because you are too much like a mortal.

"You already have an extraordinary temperament, but you still lack divinity. A divinity that can convince me to believe in you, a purity stripped of selfish desires and personal will.

"It is true that there have been many saints in this world. Even if they have not received the kindness of others, they are still willing to sacrifice everything for others; even if they are betrayed by justice, they are still willing to break their bones to protect justice; even if they sacrifice themselves, or Even if he kills his relatives out of justice and kills those close to him with his own hands, he can also die for the vast majority of people.

"But, you are not this kind of person. And the world does not love you.

"You have no reason to protect the world, and you have no protective heart that can last for thousands of years. What is the wedge that fixes you as a dusk species to the ground? Love? That is called Flotte.

The little girl?Or your mother Alice?

"If this is the case, then you are not worthy of being a god. Because you are on the side of humans, just because they are on the side of humans.

"So, what if one day you get tired of Flotte? What if one day, you forget what Alice taught you? What if you change your heart and fall in love with the person who represents evil, or you simply fall in love with What about other dusk? Or even, what if Flotte herself has fallen?"

Theoretically speaking, the pope who serves "gods" said word for word: "If our god can be moved by the love of mortals and changed by human emotions... Such a god would be too dangerous. No. I would rather there be no God in this world."

"What about you, Andrew the God-Deceiver?"

Russell sat on the holy throne belonging to the Pope, and his clear and young voice echoed in the empty temple: "Do you think you can become such a god?"

"Of course I can't do it. But I don't think you can do it either... or anyone else."

The old voice sounded without hesitation: "Even if it's possible for you to make this world a better place, under the best circumstances, it would be much stronger than the plans of the named elves and dragons, and it would be better than my plan. ; But you're also likely to make the result worse, and the possibility is not low.

"You have no right to let everyone gamble their lives with you, Russell. People need the most secure and most successful solution, even if everyone will pay the price. But since everyone has paid the price, then it is still Fair.

"And since it is fair, safe, and reliable, then I must choose this choice. If mortals are rational enough, they will eventually choose this plan. In this case, all the sacrifices made in it are A necessary evil."

"It's true that I can't ask everyone to risk their lives with me, but can you ask everyone to sacrifice their lives with you?"

Russell asked without hesitation: "There is no way back in mind uploading, and it will definitely be worn out; the great fusion is irreversible. Rather than saying that this is a human civilization that has abandoned the body, it is better to say that this is a civilization that has inherited human civilization... A mechanical civilization with a hive mind.

"How many people are willing to give up everything about themselves as human beings, give up their names, lives, bodies, futures, death, descendants, and ideals, and give everything just for survival?"

"That's because they are not rational enough, lack cognition, take chances, and lack morality. Ordinary people cannot understand the end of the future, let alone dedicate themselves to the end for future generations. Even if the end has already arrived On their faces, they will also be thinking about waiting for a while, waiting for a while, hoping for a miracle to appear, or to delay it for a while."

"Since you also know that they are expecting a miracle, why can't I give them a miracle?"

"No. The so-called 'miracle' becomes a miracle precisely because the possibility is too weak. From a data perspective, the only reference indicator for the plan is 'probability.'"

The old man replied solemnly: "But mortals must not understand the mystery. Because more than [-]% of the people in this world are ignorant people, and [-]% of the remaining [-]% ​​are still ignorant, and [-]% of them are ignorant. There are still [-]% who have their own disadvantages. If you repeat this, the final wise people must be very few.

"It is precisely because the vast majority of people are too stupid or too arrogant. They are trapped in the mortal body, and their rationality is constrained by private ownership and life span. That is why they are short-sighted and unable to make the right choice. They will My own meaningless life is too important - and the fact is that everyone is so insignificant that it has no meaning. If you look at the breadth of the world, no one's life is necessary."

"You are the one who is arrogant, Andrew."

Russell sighed in disappointment, closed his eyes, and softened his voice: "Forget it, different ways do not work together.

"Perhaps it was the uploading of thoughts that made your heart become cold... Now you are actually not much different from the giant spirit."

"Then, next time we meet, we will be enemies, Russell." "I wish you could."

Russell closed his eyes,

He replied in a low voice.