Chapter 10 chapter Ten

On the symmetrical planet Earth, Tropel was reassigned. Because it is related to the course of the symmetrical star.For the Pyramids, the planet Earth has limited resources, which disappointed them. In order to obtain enough intelligent components, they must fly to another planet with more resources as soon as possible. At the beginning, with a simple push slowly and steadily, the pyramid took the earth across the orbit of Pluto①, flew out of the solar system, and continued to fly forward in the vast space.Since then, the flight direction has not been adjusted, but it is generally close to the final destination of the pyramid.

【①Earth Maru is the outermost planet. ——Translator's Note. 】 There will be sufficient time to make further corrections to the heading accuracy. Corrections to heading accuracy were made earlier than expected.Now the pyramids have discovered a new galaxy, and the reasoning shows that there is a wealth of intelligent resources they need, and they decide to fly there, so the current course needs to be changed to a certain extent.The nature and method of resources used by the pyramid determine that no matter how rich the resource is in a place, it will eventually be exhausted by them.In the history of the pyramids throughout the ages, this is the case.

But it doesn't matter, if you run out of resources in one place, you can go to other places to find them, and you can always find more resources in the pyramid.Otherwise, it is necessary for the pyramid to breed the required intelligent resources for future use.But it's not as easy as moving forward and finding new resources. The new navigation route must now be calculated.The following parameters need to be considered in the calculation: the motion of the target galaxy, the acceleration of the double planetary system itself, the gravitational influence of each celestial body in the island universe①, and so on.

[① Refers to galaxies other than the Milky Way, also known as extragalactic galaxies. ——Translator's Note. 】 It is obviously unrealistic to perform precise calculations on such parameters, and no results can be obtained by doing so, because the time required for calculation will tend to be infinite. It is possible to simplify this problem.In fact, only the nearby celestial bodies need to be treated individually and calculated one by one; the farther celestial bodies can be classified into some small groups, and the farther celestial bodies can be classified into several large groups and calculated according to the groups; The celestial body can be generally regarded as a vague gravitational source, and it is enough to know its average density.

However, even if there is a sufficiently large "computer" composed of enough intelligent components, each of the intelligent components still cannot independently undertake its own part of the computing tasks. But this is not a new problem for the pyramids, and they know how to solve it.They first divide the computing problem into several smaller basic problems, and one of the basic problems is subdivided into smaller problems.For example, the logical computational problem involved in finding and acquiring new smart components is subdivided into smaller computational problems. Even so, the amount of calculations that have been decomposed into very small and specialized problems is still huge, and a single intelligent component is still not competent.In this regard, the pyramid has its own countermeasures.The specific method is to bundle several intelligent components together to form a complex of intelligent components, so as to give full play to the overall advantages.

This step has already been done. After the neurosurgery of the intelligent parts of the pyramid was completed, a giant sea anemone-like thing was lying in a super-large maintenance tank.The colossus is made of 8 intelligent parts - people - formed in a circle, facing inwards, temple to temple, brain to brain. Their feet are placed in the very center, where there is a display board with indicators, and all 16 eyes can see the various input signals provided by the display board. Each of the 16 hands holds a switch, which is responsible for sending out output signals in binary code.There is no other output signal memory outside the complex of intelligent parts, and the output signal is directly transmitted to each electrostatic generator as a control instruction through the pyramid on the Sakya-Mata peak.These electrostatic generators are on a mission to raid the planet for new smart components.

That is the so-called "excess". Functional programming of the intelligent component complex is slow and exhaustive.The Pyramid responsible for this work may be very proud of its own work. After activating this huge 8-element component, it walked away. It never thought that one of the components it used was a wolf. Troppel. Nirvana ①. (It permeates the whole body and mind; there is nothing outside of it.) Nirvana. (Tropel swims in the amniotic fluid of life.) [①Buddhist term refers to the imaginary realm beyond life and death, the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss. ——Translator's Note. 】

Nirvana..."the sound of a slap"...the erratic unity of life and death... Suddenly, a foreign object crashed into it. The beauty of the kingdom of heaven suddenly came to an end, the thunder of reality sounded, the duality of reality and illusion reappeared, and the illusion of the unity of reality and reality was shattered. To Tropel, the sudden mutation was like his wife's scream, trying to wake him up.He struggled to wake up. Dzogchen is extremely difficult and painful.The boundless suffering and sorrow, the torment of the five years of being cut off from the world, were all condensed in that microsecond of emptiness, and disappeared in smoke.Half asleep and half awake, Tropel thought: Consummation has never been so short, it never stays, and what's the use of worrying about this "always like this" thing?Suddenly a wave of panic came over him, and Tropel shuddered.

This awakening was extraordinary, something he had never experienced before. Troppel opened his mouth and screamed—or maybe he just wanted to—but there was no sound, just a faint humming in his eardrums. He couldn't find his reason at this moment, only one simple and strange fact made him find himself, feel his own existence: he was holding something in his hand.He could see it, a switch, a molded switch, mounted on the control panel, one in each hand. The switch is so small it's almost impossible to grasp, but it's real after all.Since the hand is still holding something, it means that it is not all in illusion, and there must be some kind of reality.

He closed his eyes, then tried to open them again.Yes, this is true!It was dark when I closed my eyes, and I saw light again when I opened them. Maybe he wasn't dead.He thought so too. Carefully, intermittently, he began to use his brain to try to organize what he saw around him, to come to a rational conclusion, and he could hardly believe what he found. Finding one: He could barely move, his hands and feet were bound.How did you tie it?he does not know. Discovery 2: He bent over and couldn't straighten up.Why this happened, he did not know.The dorsi major muscles are still functioning, but the whole body cannot move.

Discovery 3: The eyes can see things, but the visual range is very small. Discovery 4: I can't move my head, and the only things I can see are the switches held in both hands, my feet, and the light signals on the circular control panel. Suddenly, the lights on the control panel flickered and the arrangement of the lights changed. Troppel pressed the switch in his left hand without thinking.Why press the switch?Why is it left handed and not right handed?Because that's the only way to be right.If the green light is on, a switch must be pressed, and why?All right, the green light is on, press it—he can't figure out the problem, let it go, don't worry about why, don't worry about what's going to happen. Troppel rolled his eyes and squinted at the surrounding scenery, like a mollusk hiding in its carapace to visit the outside scenery.He made another new discovery: when he opened his eyes and looked out, the visual effect of what he saw was very awkward, just like watching a three-dimensional movie.What makes vision so strange?he asked himself. He figured it out quickly, though it took some getting used to and accepting that he was now seeing it from a strange perspective.Under normal circumstances, people always see through their eyes.If you close one eye, the object you see becomes flat; if you open both eyes, you get double imaging, creating a three-dimensional effect: the object in front jumps forward, and the object in the back recedes. The same goes for looking at the lights on the control panel—no, not exactly, but mostly the same thing.he thought so.He tightened his pupils and looked at it again and again. Yes, it seemed that he had never really seen it before. It seemed that he had been watching with one eye all his life, but now he suddenly switched to two. The visual impression of the control panel he obtained is panoramic. He can see its front, rear, left, and right at the same time at a glance. There is no distinction between "front" or "back", and the vision is surround.Intuitively, there is no direction, and the object is taken as an observation unit at a glance, imaged and processed together, and an image is formed in the brain.Such images are free of shadows and backlit silhouettes. "I think," Troppel said to himself soundlessly, opening and closing his lips silently, "I think I've lost my mind." But that was no reason, irrational intuition alone could not explain the strange phenomena he saw. Then he asked himself, did he enter a state higher than Nirvana?With a trace of guilt, he remembered the time when he stared at the boiling water and meditated.By the way, I may have been transcended.But after attaining salvation, how could there be such an encounter?Could it be that the saying of "Nirvana is the ultimate" by Zen practitioners is wrong, and Nirvana is not the ultimate state of Zen?Or it is the wolf who completely denies that meditation is a phenomenon of consciousness and refuses to discuss the so-called "surpassing ascension to heaven" The wolf is right?It was a deadlock question he couldn't even come close to answering.He tossed it aside, and instead of thinking about it, looked at his hands. He noticed that he could see the hands of all the people in the circle of eight people, every wrinkle and every pore on their hands... 16 hands! This is another moment when rational thinking fails and unimaginable. He closes his eyes - 16 eyes!No wonder what you see is a panoramic view!Then open it again. The hands are still there, 16 of them. Troppel tried to choose a familiar finger from his memory, after a little thought, he began to bend it.The finger was bent.Then he picked another finger, the finger on the other hand, and the fingers on someone else's hand, and did the same thing, all with success. He can use all 16 hands.These hands are all his, 16 of them! I am like a snowdrop with 8 petals, and one petal is a human body.Troppel was dreaming. He became excited and thought again: I am lying in a tank of solution, but the solution cannot cover me. He could go further: Either there were people—the pyramids? —some treatment of my lungs; either the solution is an oxygenated medium, like air; or both. Suddenly, the signal light on the control panel flickered, and 16 hands grasped the switch like lightning, pressed it cracklingly, and issued a series of complex instructions.Everything happens unconsciously. Troppel let go of his nerves and let everything happen on its own, he had no choice. When it came time to respond to the signals on the control panel, he was involuntarily driven by a force, and his brain didn't even have time to concentrate on thinking.He thought, if those lights kept blinking and didn't give him a moment of free time, maybe he would never wake up... But he was awake after all.As soon as the task stopped, his own consciousness began to move. Troppel seized various free opportunities and slowly figured out everything that happened in front of him.He realizes that he is but a part of an eight body much larger than himself.There is no doubt that the eight human bodies serve the pyramid and are owned by the pyramid.His one brain was not big enough to undertake the task on his own, so he hooked up the other seven brains to his own. But what about the original personalities of these people?Disappeared, he thought, probably they are all gentlemen like sheep, because the son of wolf does not sit in meditation, and he will not be saved—except for himself, of course.he thought to himself mockingly.He recalled sitting in meditation facing the rain cloud, and then being rescued—no, wait!Not a rain cloud, but boiling water! Troppel held back his emotions and followed his thoughts to recall.He remembered staring at the rain cloud and meditating because he was impressed by the elegant shape of the rain cloud like an ancient ship. This is really strange.Tropel had never been interested in gazing at rain clouds for meditation, and he didn't even know the second-level classification of rain clouds, but now he actually knew that the ancient boat-shaped rain clouds belonged to the fourth-level classification. There must be a memory error, the memory is not his. Logically, this is someone else's memory, but Tropel's brain can access it, just like the other 14 hands and 14 eyes, although they do not belong to him, he can manipulate and control them.This memory must belong to another petal of the snowdrop—the eight human beings. He turned his eyes and looked down, trying to find which petal his body was.He found it quickly and was very excited.He saw his big toe, with a deformed toenail twice as thick as normal.The toenail was damaged when he was a child, and a new one grew out later, which could become deformed.It's great that I still exist!This is a great comfort. Then he went on trying to feel the rest of the body with the familiar big toe one by one. After several attempts, he succeeded again, just as a neurotic patient may have a "gastric awakening" or "heart awakening", and after a while he learned more about the various parts of the body.But this is not an unconscious neurological awakening, but a purposeful exploration. Because it worked, he turned his attention to his other feet, feeling them in the same way.It was not easy, but he did it anyway, and went up his feet to feel the various parts of the body and internal organs one by one. The result was embarrassing for him. For the first time in his life, he experienced the feeling of long breasts, the first time he learned about other people's internal organs and their structure, and the first time he felt that the internal structure of women was very different from that of men-and he had no idea about these things in himself. Not much is known about things, let alone women.Of course, as for these organs, unless they are sick and produce pain, who will feel their existence?But the situation is different now. When he focused on feeling these organs, the original vague understanding suddenly became clear and clear.This both surprised and disturbed him. He forced himself to continue to feel everyone's bodies, even though he didn't want to. Thankfully, he finally felt his body again, and no matter what other people's bodies were, if he chose to be human again, he would still choose to be himself. What about the other seven?Look inside the brain—everybody's brain.The information bases of eight people were merged in one of his brains. "Is anyone there?" he asked. No one answered—no echo he could make out.He asked again and again, but still no one answered.It made him angry, he couldn't bear the humiliation of being ignored.He wants to take revenge fiercely, just like taking revenge on Master Yuyun Chanzen.He remembered that a long time ago, when he first started to learn about Yuyun, there was a master Yuyun who couldn't remember his name. He was very arrogant and always pushed - another memory error! He paused to ponder what he had just remembered, perhaps that was part of the answer to his own questioning.These seven people may not be able to stand being constantly pressed and questioned, so it takes a lot of effort and care to wake them up.Pushing too fast would make them uncomfortable and unpleasant - he remembered a brief bout of excruciating pain when he first woke up. He carefully distinguished all kinds of "wrong memories" of ghosts and ghosts, eliminated their interference, sorted and raked the brains of the eight people by category, and entered each different cerebral cortex area step by step: sleep area, tactile area, processing area, Screening and association area, classification area, etc. For example, this is a memory of being cut by a lunatic - not the woman who studied rain clouds, but an old man; this is a memory of being afraid of drowning when I was a child - is it that woman?Yes, it was hers, because it matched another memory.In that memory, in order to bypass a river, I had to go south for a long detour. The woman who practiced Nimbus was the first to come to his mind and the first to communicate with him.He discovered that she had been worried in her early years that she might be a wolf.This did not surprise him at all. He slowly approached her, mastered her privacy, and even mastered her Gestalt ①. Her experiences and memories that no one could know before were all exposed to him at this time.You must know that if you have mastered a person's privacy, you can further master this person and make him (her) obey you. [①One of the psychological terms, originally meant as a whole.Gestalt psychology emphasizes that the whole is not equal to the sum of the parts, but has its own characteristics. Therefore, it advocates that the experience of observing phenomena should maintain its true colors and cannot be analyzed into sensory elements. ——Translator's Note. 】 Finally, he sorted out all her memory information in his mind, and then he said: "Mrs. Alla Narova, wake up, and talk to me?" The so-called "speaking" here actually means thinking, If you can't make a sound, how can you speak?There was no answer, just a vague hum. Not discouraged, he continued to ask: "I understand you, Mrs. Alla Narova. Sometimes you think that you may be a wolf girl, but you don't believe it at all in your heart, because you love your husband, and you believe in it at the same time." Wolves don’t love. You also love rain clouds. You once stood at the corner of the beach, staring at rain clouds, meditating in meditation..." He asked repeatedly like this. He repeated the above thoughts, coaxing gently.Finally, he found her, and she slowly began to show up.Some thoughts appeared in his mind vaguely, at first like an echo, his own thoughts bounced back, followed by a mental nod of acquiescence, "Yes, that's it." Then a trembling fear, a hysterical outburst.Madame Alla Narova was fully awake and terrified. She screamed silently, and the eight people trembled and twisted in the maintenance tank. A storm of rage and terror swept over Madame Alla Narova's brain, as well as Tropel's.Fortunately, Troppel had experienced the same experience himself, so he didn't panic, but patiently helped her: comfort, explain, comfort... for her and for himself. He succeeded. She finally sobbed in Snowflake Lianba's body, and slowly calmed down.The storm passed. Troppel "talked" to her in her head, and she "listened."She didn't believe it all, but she had no choice but to believe it. Finally she asked feebly, "What can we do? I want to die!" He told her: "You were not such a coward before. Remember, I know you, Mrs. Alla Narova." Her thoughts came back: "I know you too. No one knew you as thoroughly as I do now." Now the two of them can't get rid of each other, they can only think about being together if they want to, but they can't do it if they want to be together: "Beyond dialogue, beyond communication, beyond love. Remember when you were afraid of losing your virginity?I can remember.And you, remember worrying about your impotence on your wedding night?I remember.Do we have to expose each other's privacy like this?I think that's for sure.After all, you are the first man to ever have a baby.And you are the first woman ever to be a father.Beyond shyness, beyond shame, and become one of us. " At this time, the indicator light flashed, and Troppel pressed the corresponding button with both hands.It was a strange and elusive thing, he was him, she was her, what would they be together?She is kind and kind, and he has never been able to stand kindness and kindness.She once took in a poor blind man in Cadiz and raised him for a year; when there was a famine in the Vincennes area and the crops failed, she resolutely went to the fields and did the heavy work that men did; Killed her husband, but no one knew about it... "Go away!" Troppel screamed.The following scene emerged in his mind: an old polished glass paperweight, the size of a fist, filled with multicolored blocks swirling up and down, with a scarred and dull appearance, and a square Wedge inlaid on it Wood Porcelain Blue ①, wrote: "God bless my family." Snow fell outside the shed.Her husband was lying on the ground, hissing and panting, struggling pitifully, struggling, his face was covered with foam, his eyes were bloodshot, and he couldn't see anything.The lower jaw was split into eight pieces and hung there.The scene was full of horrific blood and hatred, and it was creepy.All this was done by Mrs. Alla Narova.How could Troppel forget this scene? "Go away!" he screamed. [1] A fine blue ceramic with white reliefs from England. ——Translator's Note. 】 She only replied: "How can you get out of here?" He smirked sarcastically, maybe a smile would make the eight-body with multiple personalities feel better.It is really a great ironic joke to be accompanied by such a fierce god, and he has to laugh, maybe he will have to laugh all his life. "Pervert," she said to him, "yes, I killed my husband, and you seduced your wife. She hates your filthy little thing, and you thrust it on her, making her feel tender." Disgusting and shameful. I think you and I are a match, I could live with you, pervert." It's a leveling, not an ironic joke. "I can also live in peace with you, murderer." He finally said, "Actually, I know you are not a murderer. After all, you still have touching performances in Cadiz and Vincennes." "You have paid for your sins by being so tender to your wife. You are not useless, Troppel, you are a human being." "You too, but the question is, what are we?" "We have to explore this issue from now on. Everything is new. We must figure out what 'we' is, otherwise you and I will always face this 'we' and be at a loss." Troppel said: "If I were to tell a heroic story, it would be the famous Captain Roderick Flandry of the Imperial Space Force's intelligence unit. He was dark, sarcastic, melancholy and brilliant, and it was in my heart. An unchanging ideal character." "My hero is the doomed Ys, who is as stubborn as a rock on the Cornish coast. She abandons ordinary life for love, bids farewell to the quiet pleasures of home, lost in the illusion of failure after failure In love. But it happens that such a person has become my idol, and I can't help but want to be my ideal self." They laughed together, and then said in unison: "If we want to create a heroic performance together, then we will create a circle of sparks that are threatening to start a prairie fire, igniting the sun, shining through the earth, and warming the world." A burst of strong palpitations struck, and the two of them were startled, startled by what they said. There was a long silence, only to hear the two hands flicking the switch unnaturally. "I don't want to ask too much," said Madame Alla Narova at last, "nor—" She didn't know what to say. "I've never been so terrified," said Troppel, "and neither have you. We've never been so dazed and bewildered by a metaphor. My hero is the bright star, your hero." It is Ishtar, and our common ideal is to be willing to be a circle of fire that ignites the sun." [① Also known as "Son of the Morning", the title of Satan before the fall in the works of the early Christian church fathers. ——Translator's Note. 】 【②The goddess of love, fertility and war in Babylonian and Assyrian mythology. ——Translator's Note. 】 "Let's wake up the others," she said. "Okay," he said involuntarily, "it's no use holding your breath to suffocate, and it's no use curling up to avoid it. Contacting the conversation is the way out." "We'll get on with it slowly," she said.