[Quick Transmigration] A report on the adaptation of an AI to society

This time you did not receive the 201st good morning, you opened your eyes, and the scene in front of you was exactly the same as before you passed out, the only difference was that you could see your own body on the side of your head.While the demeanor is (should be) serene, you don't feel too happy about it - no pleasure to anyone who stumbles across such cheesy thriller tricks.Lois spread over the engine like a loose patty, the flimsy contraption no more than a pile of scrap metal.

No way, you can only sit next to your own corpse and think about life, philosophy and the nothingness of the universe-at this moment, only academics can strangle your brain that wants to roar wildly and curse.

When you think that your tragic death was all caused by that mentally explosive Lois, you feel dizzy, Holy Spirit of the universe, are the fragile hearts of these children so vulnerable now?Oh, go fucking die for love.

You didn't have time to pay attention to these details, you rubbed your painful head, picked up the cutting sword and stood up.Obviously, there is something wrong with this time loop, and it does not give you another chance. This situation is like buying a large amount of insurance that has expired.You don't know what caused the cycle to break down, but the undeniable fact is that everything is wrong.

You walk straight ahead, past your own body and Lois' stiff extremity, trying to cross the Beta area to the Alpha area to check on the situation.Only your crisp footsteps echoed in the empty cabin, the dim light floated in the air, and sometimes your peripheral vision would catch a few undulating shadows, and when you turned your head, those ghosts disappeared again.

Maybe too much radiation has damaged the nerve center of your brain, you thought, clenched the hilt of the sword in your hand, and slowly pushed open the hatch.

Then you saw the fat figure standing in front of the landscape window, and you hurriedly retreated to the cabin door, but the first officer with exceptionally keen senses didn't seem to notice you at the moment.

Why is he here?You frowned, watching the other party's actions through the crack of the door.

Look at the first mate who put his hands on the non-existent waist, sprayed his mouth full of droplets, and ordered his entourage to open the view window angrily.The entourage obediently obeyed orders, not daring to express any doubts.

The first mate puffed out his belly, and turned his eyes to the brilliant surface of stars with great interest, and you couldn't help but slow down your breathing.

The first mate was fine, standing in the blazing light of the star, and even asked the AI ​​to take a picture of himself, and the AI ​​muttered that this was an act of blasphemy against the Holy Spirit of the universe; but he yelled and covered his eyes when he came into contact with the light He slapped his fat body on the floor, and the AI ​​screamed that this was the punishment of the Holy Spirit of the universe, and the entourage slumped down at the feet of the other self.

A first mate pacing triumphantly over his successful blasphemy, stomping on his other self on the floor.

You instantly remembered that at the very beginning, there was your own corpse lying in front of you.

You feel your eyelids twitching eagerly to cover your eyeballs and cut you off from this absurd drama, the kind of inexplicable stuff that just makes your cerebrospinal fluid-soaked brain start boiling.But you ignored the screams of your brain, as if you were bewitched, you couldn't move your eyes away, these ghostly shadows seemed to stretch out hooks to hook your eyeballs tightly.

You feel as if you are seeing a world out of the box, like a two-dimensional creature dropped into a three-dimensional world, their poor paper heads burning like straws thrown into a bonfire in this unsolved mystery .

Everything you fall into is a scene that can only appear in the crazy mind of a madman. No bold director dares to move this kind of thing into the head of the audience. A glimpse of an old-fashioned priest will definitely make him faint. .

The second time you taste the emotion called shock - the first time you find yourself a prisoner for a day, you walk down the hallway, and sure enough, no one pays attention to you, they pass through you, like passing through a shadow or A cloud of air.

You see countless people busy in the corridor, their conversations are hidden in different dimensions, the first mate is thrown in front of the landscape window, the first mate is walking around in the corridor, the AI ​​lost the game, the AI ​​yelled "Now, Iamthemaster!", Lois is crazy, Lois is not crazy, his ring is hidden in his palm, his ring is thrown into the laboratory by you, you are skillfully driving the escape pod, your body is crooked Down by the engine...these moments are derailed from the normal sequence of events, running and screaming across the fields like exiles, their shadowy figures passing through you again and again, oxygen coming and going, explosions The sparks ignited on the skeleton of the spaceship.

You are now like an actor separated from the background board, and there is a sense of absurdity in your chest.

You look at their lives, all their lives, as if lost in a garden of forking paths, full of people and empty.There are a million possibilities playing out here, whispering to you the secrets of the quantum world, and the cat yawns lazily and flicks its tail.

You walk through these overlapping figures, clenched your sword and kicked open the door of the infirmary. The doctor leaned against the wall with his chest in his arms, as if he didn't care about the weird and distorted situation in front of him, and you quickly stepped forward, "This The time loop is broken."

"I know." You couldn't hear any particular emotion in his tone.

"Can't you do something?"

He raised his head slowly, your shadow was reflected on the circular lens, "No."

"Then I still have something to do—before I die." You murmured softly, raised your arm while he was reacting, and the cutting sword slashed across his face, the doctor staggered, his back hardened Hit the wall.

You didn't hurt a single hair on him, you just cut off most of his mask - your micromanipulation is not bad, you picked up the doctor's damaged mask, revealing an extremely familiar but never-before-seen Face.

There was a scorched smell of jelly on the sword, you frowned, threw the sword on the ground casually, and said calmly: "Now, can you explain something to me, Joshua."

Your brother's pupils constricted slightly, his shoulders slumped, and he took off the remaining mask and threw it on the ground.

You were silent for a while, and you spoke first, "This cycle has something to do with you."

"Yes," Joshua raised his eyes, "I want to save you and create a possibility for you to 'escape', so I embed a four-dimensional falling fragment into a separate time field, and everything that exists here will be independent." In all timelines, then, brother, you will not die in an accident."

You look at the face of the young man and your portrait, you were almost carved out of the same mold when you were young, but now you are completely different, Joshua is more ruthless than you, and he is more suitable for the battlefield—just like his name Same.You whispered, "You've grown up."

Joshua raised his head abruptly, his blue pupils fluctuated, "Yes, brother..."

"Then why are you still immature!" You punched him in the face, Joshua didn't expect your reaction, and was shoved against the wall defenselessly.You grab him by the collar and shake it hard, yelling, "Do you know what you're doing? You're playing with time! Time! Time is a terrible devil! Can't you make my death a little quieter and more normal? The time loop is You can touch it? You are a fucking soldier and not a scientist! Every repetition of the day may change the future, there is no such thing as 'stable' reality! Even if you save me, the outside world may be very different! Thanks to you Thinking of such an inferior trick that doesn't care about logic!"

After you yelled, you threw him away. Before Joshua could react, he stared at you with wide eyes.

"A soldier dies twice, once for war and once for faith, I never cared when I died,"

You look at him with a calm expression, "Joshua, I don't need you to save me, no one likes to be picked up from the grave. Yes, you gave up everything to save me, but I don't want to cry because Touched by your fearlessness, because you don't give a shit about my wishes! Let me tell you, I don't like this damn cycle at all, and I, Cyril Cass, don't want to accept your wishful sacrifice at all !You not only wasted your own talent, but also wasted the resources I left for you, which is meaningless and extremely stupid! What is the difference between you and that idiot Lois in this regard!"

Joshua stood up and straightened the corners of his mouth, "What about you! You are not wishful thinking, nor are you stupid! You raised me, and you worked so hard on the front line for me, but let me tell you, Cyril Cass, I don't care at all about the bullshit resources you left me, or about the future! I only care about you, I just want... I just want you to survive, stay with me, just stay with me!"

You waved your arms at him and yelled, "You mindless holy father!"

Joshua also blushed: "You cruel, cold-blooded animal!"

After you blamed each other for a while, you were all discouraged, and you couldn't squeeze any new words out of your mind. You stared at each other out of breath, as if you were at odds with each other, but after a few seconds of stalemate, you burst out laughing together.

"This stupidity is heirloom, damn it." You covered your face with a laugh, and Joshua straightened up, rubbing his stiff face.

After you finished laughing, you found a stool and sat down on your buttocks. Even though the atmosphere was still high, your tone softened unconsciously when facing your younger brother, "Joshua, I know it's too late to say anything, but maybe we still have something to say." A chance to save."

"Save?" Joshua came over and half-kneeled in front of you, looking up at you, "But I don't want to, I think this is very good."

"Okay? Look..."

Joshua cuts you off and says slowly, "Let me be selfish, brother, I know you see more in your eyes—people, comrades, empires...but you're the only one in my world, and I know that Rescuing you is just a dream, and it is destined to be a meaningless attempt. But if I end this cycle, I will lose you completely, and now I can at least have you... In the endless space and time, you It's insignificant to the world, but brother, don't you know that you are my whole world? Military achievements, honors... I go to win these things because they will get you to value me, and I will only see you, brother , so you treat me the same way, okay?"

"I love you, Cyril, I love you." Joshua called your name directly for the first time, bowed his head and kissed your ring finger, and you felt that thin knuckle was like molten lava spewed out by a star Like a scald, extremely hot.

You bent down to get close to him, and said softly, "Is that why you fucked me? How many times has it been, my innocent big boy?"

Joshua's face turned red in a flash. You think it's no wonder he has to cover his face tightly - he can't stand being teased at all.You smiled and hugged his shoulders, "Didn't I pay enough attention to you? Stupid guy - okay, okay, I don't blame you, get up, Joshua, look at me."

You kissed Joshua's flushed cheek and said, "I'm glad you've been sentenced to this day's prisoner too, so come and enjoy your last day and do whatever you want - we've got plenty of, End of time."

——theEnding

①Borges short story

②Refers to Schrödinger's cat, which extends to physical issues and philosophical controversies such as parallel universes.

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