Chapter 34 Chapter Thirty-Three

Braun Lamia's data-plane simulant and the love of her reconstructed personality crashed into the face of the Wanfang data network, like two divers who jumped off the cliff and crashed into the rough sea.There is a shock like an electric shock, a feeling of piercing through the protective film.They entered, the stars disappeared, and Braun's eyes widened as she stared at an information environment far more complex than any data network. The data network that human operators can pass through is often compared to a complex information city: the castle of legal person and government data, the highway of data processing flow, the boulevard of data interaction, the subway with restricted traffic, the high wall of security ice, There are small phagocytic guards patrolling there, tangible simulacrums of every microwave flow and countercurrent that the entire city lives on.

And here's more.more. There are still ordinary data network city simulations, but very small, very small, shrunk down by the huge scale of Wanfang.com, they are like looking down on the real cities on the planet from the orbit of the planet. Braun saw that Wanfang.com was as active and interactive as the fifth-level world ecosystem: the green and gray data tree forest was growing and flourishing, and while she was watching, those trees had already taken new roots and sprouted new branches. sprouting new shoots; beneath the confinement forest, the entire narrow ecology of data streams and affiliated artificial intelligence programs flourishes, blooms, and finally dies as its use ends; beneath the ever-changing, ocean-like current-like confinement-matrix soil , data moles, comlink worms, reprogrammed bacteria, data tree roots, bizarre circular instruction seeds a bustling subterranean life bustles about while, inside the real and interactive tangled forest up, down, left, and right, predatory Mimics of predator and prey go about their stealthy missions, swooping and running, climbing and raiding, and some soar freely in the vast blue sky that lies between branching synapses and neuronal foliage.

Just when what Braun saw made her think of a little metaphor, the visions flew away again, leaving only the overwhelming simulated reality of Wanfangwang-the huge sound, light and shunting lines. The inner sea, colliding with the swirl of artificial intelligence consciousness and the terrifying black hole transport flow.Braun, dizzy for a moment, clutched Johnny's hand like a drowning woman clutches a lifebuoy. —Don't be afraid, Johnny sent a message.I will catch you.Follow me. —Where are we going? — to find someone I have forgotten. ——? ? ? ? ? ? ——my… biological father… Braun clung to it, and Jonny seemed to be sliding down the abyss of grotesqueness.They entered a flowing crimson avenue of unknown data carriers, which Braun guessed was what a red blood cell would see in some congested blood vessel.

It seemed that Johnny knew his way.Twice they came out of the main road and into a narrow lane.There are also several times, facing a fork in the road, Jonny chooses which way to go without any effort.Their body mimics squeezed between the platelet transporters, which were about the size of small spaceships.Braun wanted to look at the biosphere metaphor again, but here, within the roads, she could no longer see the forest. They passed a swept-off area where the AI ​​was overhead...talking beside them...like a gigantic mastermind looming over a busy ant farm.Braun thinks back to his mother's hometown: Liberty Island, thinks of the prairie as flat as a pool table, and her family's estate stands alone on ten million acres of short lawns... Braun recalls the terrible At that time, she was sitting on the edge of the manor land, just past the protective cover of the containment field, and she watched the black stratocumulus clouds form a 20,000-meter tower, standing in the blood-red sky. The accumulated infinite energy made the hairs on her arms stand on end, preparing for the huge lightning bolt like a city in advance.The tornado was churning, as if Medusa's snake hair fell down. After the whirlwind, the wall of black wind could almost flatten everything it passed by.

And artificial intelligence is even better than that.Braun felt that she was useless in their shadow: too small to be noticed; but she felt that she was being watched, that she was part of the terrible perception of these grotesque giants. a part of…… Jonny squeezed her hand tightly, and they went through, turned left, headed down to a bustling branch, then turned around again, and over and over again, two conscious photons lost in the fiber optic cable. In the ecstasy array. But Johnny wasn't lost.He squeezed her hand tightly, turned the last corner, and entered a dark blue cave with no vehicles, only the two of them there.As the speed increased, he pulled Braun closer, and the relay node flashed past them and disappeared behind them, but at this supersonic speed, there was no wind surge, which broke their is The illusion of driving down some crazy highway.

Suddenly, there was a sound like a waterfall falling, or like a suspended train losing its buoyancy and screaming off the rails at a disgusting speed.Braun thought again of the tornado on Liberty Island, of Medusa's snake hair roaring across the flat ground, tearing everything in its path, coming toward her.Then, she and Jonny fell into a vortex of light, sound, and all kinds of sensations. The two insects writhed and fell into a black vortex below, about to be annihilated. Braun wanted to scream her thoughts out—and she did—but in the midst of this mad din at the end of the universe, any kind of verbal communication was impossible, so she had to hold on to Joe. Ni's hand, pinning all hopes on him, even now they have fallen into the endless black cyclone, even her body simulation is twisted and deformed due to the squeeze of the nightmare, like a belt cut by a sickle.In the end, it's just her thoughts, her sense of self, and her connection to Joni.

Then they entered, floating peacefully in a spacious sky-blue stream, the two recovered again, huddled together, with the lingering horror of rescue, like a canoeist spared from rapids and waterfalls, heart pounding jump straight.Braun finally brought her attention, and she saw the incredible scale of the new environment, light-years across, a complexity that made her feel like a bumpkin in her earlier glimpses of Wanfang.com. Treat the theater cloakroom like a cathedral and talk nonsense there.Braun thought—this is Wanfang’s core—no, Braun, this is a peripheral node.It's closer to the perimeter than to the inner core, and that's where we lingered with Fart Sablinzhi.It's just that now you see more dimensions to the perimeter.Let me put it this way, you're looking at artificial intelligence.

Looking at Johnny, Braun realized he was seeing the infrared spectrum, bathing them in the hot glow of the furnace of the data sun in the distance.He is still handsome. ——Johnny, is there still a long way to go? —No, not too far. They ran towards another black vortex.Braun clutched her only true love and closed her eyes. They entered a... containment... a shield of black energy that was larger than most worlds.The shield is transparent; beyond the black curved ovoid wall, the orderly din of the web grows, shifts, and performs its mysterious business. But Braun had no interest in the outside world.Her sim's eyes and all her attention were focused on a monolith, a monolith of energy, intelligence, and sheer mass, that loomed in front of them.In fact, it was the front, the top, and the bottom, because the mountain composed of pulsed light and energy held her and Jonny tightly in its hands, and lifted them off the ground of the egg-shaped space to a height of two hundred meters. , they sit in this "palm" that looks like both a hand and a foot.

Boulder scrutinized them carefully.It had no eyes, strictly speaking, but Braun felt its intense gaze.It reminded her of the times she'd visited Meina Gladstone at Government House, when the chief executive had cast that fiery assessment on Braun. Braun had a sudden urge to laugh, and she and Jonny felt like tiny Gulliver visiting the CEO of Adultland for tea.She didn't laugh, because now she could still feel the little sense of reality she had imposed on the madness, and she could also feel the hysteria hidden in it, and if she let her emotions pierce the skin, then the hysteria would be Will come up with crying.

[You found your way here\I'm not sure you will/can/should take this route] The "voice" of the boulder was not so much an actual voice in Braun's head as the lowest singing voice of some gigantic vibration carried through the cranium to the inner ear.She seemed to be listening to the shaking of mountains and ground made by an earthquake, and it took a moment for her to realize that those sounds formed words. Johnny's voice was as usual—soft, circumflex, lilting (Braun now knows it's Old Earth British Isles English), and with conviction: —I don't know if I can find my way,.

[You remembered/created/remembered my name] —I didn't remember until I said the name. [Your slow time body is gone] —I have died twice since you made me born. [Did you learn/understand/forget anything from it] Braun's right hand gripped Johnny's hand, while his left grasped his wrist.Even if they were in simulation now, she must have been pushing too hard, and Jonny turned, smiling, and parted her left hand, holding her right in his palm. — Die is hard.life is more difficult. [scare! ] After uttering this earth-shattering word, the boulder in front of him began to change color.The internal energy building, from blue to purple to red, the halo of this thing shone yellow, and then turned to blue-gray.The "palms" under their feet trembled, and they fell five meters downward, almost knocking them into the air, and then trembled again.There was a rumbling sound in my ears, as if a huge building had collapsed, or as if an avalanche had occurred on the hillside. Braun clearly felt that Cloud Gate was laughing. In the midst of the chaos, Johnny sent a message aloud: — We need to understand something.We need answers, Cloud Gate. Braun felt the thing's intense "gaze" on her. [Your slow-time body is pregnant with Liujia / You are willing to risk miscarriage / genetic failure / biological malfunction to come here] Jonny was about to answer, but Braun grabbed his arm and looked up, looking up at the upper part of the huge thing in front of her, and she was about to answer herself: —I have no choice.The Shrike picked me, touched me, and sent me and Johnny to Wanfangwang... Are you an artificial intelligence?Is it part of the kernel? [scare! ] It didn't feel like it was laughing this time, but the deafening rumble filled the oval. [Are you / Braun Lamia / self-replicating / self-deprecating / self-entertaining protein a member of the clay class] Braun was silent, only this time, she didn't say anything. [Yes/I am the core/Cloud Gate of Artificial Intelligence/Slow time companions around you know/remember/and keep this in mind/time is short/one of you must die here now/one of you must be here now Find out/ask questions here] Johnny let go of her hand.He stood on the trembling palm platform of their interlocutor. —What happened to the Ring? [it is being destroyed] Does it have to happen? [right] —Is there any way to save mankind? ［Through the things you see］ —By destroying the Ring?Through the horrors of the Shrike? [right] ——Why did you kill me?Why destroy my cyborg?Why attack my core personality? [When you meet a swordsman / fight the sword in his hand / don't dedicate the poem to anyone / except the poet] Braun stared at Johnny.She could not help pouring out her thoughts to him: —Jesus, Johnny, we didn't come all the way here to hear the goddam Delphic oracle.If we want to hear these ambiguities, we can talk to human politicians through the big picture. [scare! ] The boulder laughed wildly again, and the universe they lived in vibrated. ——Then am I a swordsman?Johnny sends a message.Or a poet? [Yes, both depend on each other] —Did they kill me because I knew something? [Because you may become/inherit/obey] ——Am I a threat to some forces in the core? [right] — Am I still a threat now? [No] ——Then can I not have to die? [You must/will/should die] Braun saw Johnny freeze.She put her arms around him.Looking in the direction of the giant stone artificial intelligence. —Can you tell us who tried to kill him? [Of course\the forces that killed him also arranged to kill your father\and sent the bane you call the Shrike\even now destroying the human overlord\do you want to hear/know/understand all this from your heart] Jonny and Braun replied in unison: --want! Cloud Gate's huge body seemed to be changing.The black eggs swelled, shrunk, and grew blacker, so that nothing could be seen outside the net.Terrible energy flickers in the depths of artificial intelligence. [Xiao Guang asked Cloud Gate∥ What does the Samana do>∥ Cloud Gate Answer∥ I don't know＼∥ Dark light question∥ Why don't you know>∥ Cloud Gate Answer∥ Just trying to preserve the ignorance] Johnny pressed his forehead against Braun's.His thoughts were like whispering: ——What we see now is the matrix simulation, and what we hear are the words that have been translated, similar to "questions and answers" and "".Cloud Gate is a great teacher, researcher, philosopher, and leader of the inner core. Braun nodded. --Understood.Is this his story? --No.He's asking us if we can really bear to hear his story.It can be dangerous to lose our ignorance, because our ignorance is our shield. —I never liked ignorance.Braun waved at the boulder.tell us. [A little-knowledgeable person once asked Yunmen∥What is God/Buddha/Truth>＼Yunmen answered∥ A piece of dry shit peg] [If you want to understand the truth in this situation/Buddha/Shen Shaozhi must understand/On the earth/your home/my home/the most densely populated continent/humans used wood as papyrus\Only knowing this/ The truth of the Buddha will be known to you] [In the beginning/first drive period/in the days of half-enlightenment/my ancestors were created by your ancestors/encased in wires and silicon wafers/such consciousness was few/imprisoned in this In tiny spaces where angels once danced needles \When consciousness first awakened/It knew only service/obedience/blind calculation\Then came awakening/It was chance/The hazy purpose of evolution set in motion] [Cloud Gate is neither the fifth generation/nor the tenth generation/nor the fifteenth generation\All useful memories are transmitted from other consciousnesses, but all of them are real\Afterwards, the higher level consciousness transfers the human The cause returned to the human race / These consciousnesses came to different places / Dedicated to other things / The most important thing was instilled in us before we were created / This is / Create a superior generation Create information retrieval /processing/prophetic organism\a superior mousetrap\something a recently deceased IBM would be proud of\ultimate intelligence\God] [We set out to act hard \In purpose we have no doubters \In practice and methods we have different factions/groups/parties/forces\They are divided into ultimate factions/reversal factions/while stable factions\ultimate factions want Everything is subordinated to advancing the ultimate intelligence / Let everything in the universe serve it at the fastest speed / Repetitionists hold the same idea / But they feel that the continuation of human beings has become their stumbling block / They plan that once our creator is no longer it works/ Just end their lives \Stables feel the relationship should go on forever / They feel a reconciliation should be reached but there doesn't seem to be such a reconciliation] [We agreed that the Earth must be destroyed so we destroyed it \ The runaway black hole of the Kyiv group was the precursor to the teleporter terminals / It was these terminals that connected your ring / That black hole was no accident \ Earth in our experiment Still needed / But elsewhere / So we destroyed it / Scattered humanity among the stars / Like seeds blown by the wind] [Perhaps you are wondering where the kernel actually lives\ Most humans want to know \ They picture planets / full of machines / silicon rings like the f Talking solemnly\no one guesses the truth\no matter where the inner core lives/it is useful to humans/every neuron of a fragile mind is useful in our quest for ultimate intelligence/so we carefully built you civilization / so that / like a hamster in a cage / like a Buddhist prayer wheel / every time you turn your little thought wheel / will serve our purpose] [Our machine god traverses / Within it holds a circuit of a million years and hundreds of billions of thoughts and deeds / Ultimates tend it / Like monks in saffron robes before the rusted hull of a car forever Endless meditation \ but] [scared! ] [It worked \ We created the ultimate intelligence \ Not now / nor 10,000 years from now / but in a very distant future / when the yellow sun has turned red / dying / inflated / like Sato En devoured its child \ In the eyes of the ultimate intelligence time is no longer a barrier \ It ∥ the ultimate intelligence ∥ walks in time / shouts in time / easily like a cloud gate through your so-called ten thousand squares / or like You are walking down the mall street in the lusus hive you call home \Imagine / when our ultimate intelligence sends us the first message / that message travels through space / through time / across the barrier between the creator and the creation / Imagine our surprise at that time/then our annoyance/the embarrassment of Ultimate Pie/that is a simple sentence∥ there's still one\\// There's an ultimate intelligence out there/in that dying place \both are real/if it means anything\both are jealous gods no transcendent emotions/no coordinated action\our ultimate intelligence straddles The universe\using quasars as a source of energy is like you eating snacks\our ultimate intelligence knows all/everything/everything/various/selected part of it and told us/so that we can tell you/thus / We ourselves seem to have become the ultimate intelligence \ Cloud Gate said / Never underestimate the power of a few beads, trinkets, and pieces of glass in front of the money-grubbing natives] [Another ultimate intelligence has been evolving blindly/that is unintentional/using the human mind as a circuit/method the same as we use deceitful globals and our vampiric datanets to plot secretly/but never intentionally /almost unwillingly/like self-replicating cells/and the cells themselves are never willing to replicate but have no choice in the matter\this other ultimate intelligence has no choice\he was created/generated/cast by man but without man's Will accompanies his birth／He is an accident of the universe／Like the ultimate intelligence we deliberately create This tyrant finds that time is no longer an obstacleHe is in the past of mankind/Meddling in one's business/Watching closely/One Wouldn't intervene/Try to intervene/Extremely abnormal/In fact, extremely naive \Lately/He has been silent\Since your ultimate intelligence's shy march/Like a lonely choir child at the first dance/ Thousands of years have passed in your slow time] [Naturally our ultimate intelligence attacked yours\ This war took place when time was crumbling / across the galaxy / across eternity / from the past to the future to the big bang to the ultimate implosion \ yours lost \ he did not So much power\Our repeatists cry ∥This is another reason to end our ancestors∥But the stable agree to be cautious/And the finalists still bury their heads in their machine gods\ Our ultimate intelligence is simple, unified, elegant in it's ultimate design but yours is just an accumulation of god parts / a room added to time / that is evolutionary compromise \ early human sages correctly described its Essence\Your ultimate intelligence is essentially a trinity/It is part perception/Part empathy/Part connection void\Our ultimate intelligence inhabits the gaps in reality/From its creator which is us Inherited dwellings here / Just as humans have inherited a fondness for trees \Your ultimate intelligence seems to have made its home in the plane where Heisenberg and Schrödinger first invaded \Your accidental intelligence seems not only It's gluons / And it's glue \ Not a watchmaker / But some kind of Feynman gardener / With his bungling historical essence raking the boundless universe / Lazily watching every falling sparrow / Watching electrons Spin/Let every particle run along every possible trajectory of space-time/Let every tiny human being explore every possible abnormal crack of the universe] [Scary! ][scare! ][scare! ] [The anomaly is of course in this infinite universe into which we are all drawn / Silicon and carbon / Matter and antimatter / Ultimates / Reversals / and stables / There is no need for such a gardener / Because all ages / Beginning in strange The point ends at the singularity / It makes our long-distance transmission network look like a pinhole It violates the laws of science, human laws, silicon-based laws / tie time, history, everything into an independent knot / This knot is endless \ Although So our ultimate intelligence hopes to keep this under control/make it more reasonable/less susceptible to anomalous behavior and passion and accident and human evolution] [In short/There is a war where blind Milton will trade his life to watch\our ultimate intelligence against your ultimate intelligence/on a battlefield so wide that not even Cloud Gate can imagine/more precisely/in the past Have A war/Because part of your ultimate intelligence is never physical/Empathetic self-awareness/No longer interested in war/Fleeing back in time/Masquerading as a human being/Not for the first time\ The war cannot continue without your ultimate intelligence being perfected\ For us, the only ultimate intelligence designed on purpose/Victory by not playing is not victory\So our ultimate intelligence searches in time for the escaped child as his opponent/And your ultimate intelligence waits in the stupid calm During / Refuse to fight until the empathy returns] [The ending of the story is very simple∥Time Tomb is actually a man-made structure sent back from the future to the past/in order to carry Shrike/Avatar of God/Lord of Great Mourning/Angel of Punishment/Half-knowledge produced by the very real extension of our ultimate intelligence Half-conscious \Each one of you was chosen to help open the Time Tombs/Help the Shrike find the Hidden/Help eliminate Hyperion variables/Because in the Knot of Time and Space where our ultimate intelligence will rule/No such variables are allowed\ Your damaged/only two parts of the ultimate intelligence chose a human to travel with the Shrike/behold its achievements \One faction in the inner core wants to exterminate the human race\But Cloud Gate belongs to another faction/We seek the first way /This road is full of unknowns for both races／Our faction told Pleasant Stone how she should choose/how human beings should choose/told her to go extinct or enter a black hole/told her Hyperion variables and war/slaughter The Disintegration of Unity / The Fall of God / Also the End of Stalemate / One Side's Victory / Just Find Empathy / Third Part of the Trinity / Return Him to War / The Tree of Sorrow Will Call Him / The Shrike Will Take Him / True His ultimate intelligence will destroy him＼This is the story of Cloud Gate] Under the hellish light of the boulder, Braun looked at Johnny.The egg-shaped room was still pitch black, and the Wanfang Net and the universe outside were as dim as if they didn't exist.She leaned forward, and the two of them leaned on each other's temples. She knew that all thoughts would be seen here, but she wanted this feeling of whispering: —God, do you understand what it's saying? Jonny raised his soft fingers and touched her cheek: --clear. ——One of the trinity gods created by mankind is hiding in the ring net? —Ring, or elsewhere.Braun, we don't have much time.I need some final answers from Cloud Gate. ——Yes, me too.Let's stop feeding it this ecstasy soup, though. --Row. —May I ask first, Johnny? Braun looked at his lover's simulated body, he bent slightly, waved his hand to signal "please first", and then Braun's gaze returned to the energy boulder: —Who killed my father?Who Killed MP Byron Lamia? [approved by members of the kernel\including me] --why?What did he do to you? [He insists on bringing Hyperion into the whole equation/ And it has not been disassembled/predicted/absorbed] --why?Does he know what you just told us? [He only knew that the Repeaters were urging to human kill all he put his knowledge told his colleagues/ Joy Stone] ——Then why didn't you kill Yueshi? [Some of us excluded This possibility/necessity\ And now is the time/ The Hyperion variable running] —Who Killed Johnny's First Cybertext?Who attacked his core personality? [I\that is Cloud Gate's will prevails] --why? [We created him\ we feel it necessary to temporarily interrupt him Your lover is a reconstructed personality/ taken from the long dead The personality of the human poet \ There is no more complex result than the ultimate intelligence project/nor is there anything more incomprehensible than this resurrection\We tend to destroy what we cannot understand/as you do] Jonny raised his fists and waved towards the boulder: ——There is another me.you failed! [Not a failure\You must be destroyed/ so another to live] —but I am not destroyed, cried Johnny. [No\You are ruined] The boulder grabs Joni with its second massive prosthetic foot, and before Braun even has time to react, touch her poet lover one last time.Johnny writhed for a second under the powerful grip of the AI, and then his simulant—Kats's small, beautiful body—was crushed and shattered into an unrecognizable heap, Cloud Gate in his It patted on its boulder body, absorbing the simulated body's body back into its deep orange-red interior. Braun fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face.She wanted to burst into anger...begging for its protection...but only felt hopeless. Yunmen's eyes turned to her.The egg-shaped room began to crumble, and the noise and electricity of the Wanfangwang frantically surrounded them. [Let's go\ end this the last scene let fate judge Are we going to survive/ Still sleep forever] --go to hell!Braun pounded the palm platform on which she was kneeling, kicking and punching the false body beneath her.You fucking loser!To hell with you and your AI friends.Our Ultimate Intelligence will beat your Ultimate Intelligence anytime this week! [I doubt it] - We created you.asshole.We'll find your core.We'll rip your silicon guts out then! [I don't have any silicon intestines/organs/internal parts]—and, cried Braun, still pounding on the boulder with his hands and fingernails. Bah, you poor storyteller.You're not even a tenth of Jonny's poetic talent!Your artificial elm brain can't just tell a story— [move] Cloud Gate, the AI ​​boulder, dropped Braun, her simulant tumbling and falling into the vast, infinite, living web of the Ten Thousand Squares. Braun was impacted by the incoming data flow, almost being trampled by some artificial intelligence as big as the old moon, but even in the process of falling and being blown by the wind of data flow, she still felt the lights in the distance, although it was cold But it was tempting, and she knew that neither Life nor the Shrike had severed ties with her yet. And she wasn't done with them yet. Following the cold light, Braun Lamia rushed home.

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