Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 599 The Fisherman and the Goldfish
Although Weiss is very familiar with the uploading process, he cannot intervene in the final operation.The committee's profession consists solely in judging and supervising.Uploading needs to be done by someone at the computing center.

When he backed away, the caretaker quickly took over.The operation is very simple. After several process improvements, you only need to press a button lightly under the upload platform, and leave the rest to the machine.It doesn't take two people to do it at all.That's just some ridiculous programming requirement.Weiss then corrected himself in his mind - the procedure was not ridiculous, it was done to avoid any worst-case scenario.So even if it doesn't work most of the time, even if it causes pain and suffering, it's still sacred and important.

He saw blue light whizzing past the top of the upload platform.Preliminary scanning and modeling has been completed.That's preliminary work.Then the flexible probe and the liquid electric measuring robot will carry out real structural simulation.From a non-professional point of view, it is to completely and accurately transform the entire human thinking system, from the main brain to the three sub-brains, into another form.The extent to which this process damages the material depends on the tool and, furthermore, on cost and law.But now most of the obstacles have been removed.They want the best possible simulation, and it is unnecessary for the spiritualist to retain any degree of sanity.

That's not Weiss' job either, but he occasionally thinks about it. What exactly does "mind" mean?That's just a structure.Bei had explained it to him in this way.Life emerges from an incomparably exquisite structure, but it is not the result of careful design, as the religious people say.Of course, it is not a coincidence of chaos and innocence.Life is the crystallization of probability and time.The former offer choices, the latter make choices.There is no foresight, assumption or reasoning in this process, and no absolutely correct mind participates in the judgment, but in the end the remaining choice will be the best.

What if the options were endless?She is optimistic that that will elect the best life.Infinite, of course, is pretty much the same as omnipotent.The Divider is such a door leading to the Almighty Land.They approached it with steps paved with blood and toil, tried their best to knock on it, and eavesdropped on the movement from the other side of it.But they are not sure that there is really something behind the door.

What does that mean?That's not just their hope of escape.Bei said.Maybe that's the only way to go to the next stage of life.A brand new evolution.A slicer might be intelligent—or rather, a slicer must be intelligent.It has to think infinitely like a patient with a dissociative disease, and it has to put answers into words like ordinary people.No one really knows what to expect after crossing that hidden infinite cosmic rule.Maybe all was well, Bee told him, and the Divider would simply grant their wish, end this squeeze, return the universe to what it had been, or at least give them a place to live.But maybe the slicer will become something with a more profound meaning, like life itself.When it comes to the sublimation of life, Bei holds a very open attitude.What is known about extant life is very limited.About infinity, or any equivalent concept, they are as ignorant as infants.They didn't really "invent" anything, they were trying to discover and prove something.

She never denied that they might perish and become the nourishment of another new civilization.But of course, her duties required her to avoid it, and her colleagues didn't like the assumption at all.The veterans of the computing center were not so easy to communicate with, even though they were nominally inferior to her.Slicers force domain experts to come together and work together, but they view slicers very differently.Bei is like a mother looking at her child, whereas some people simply make tools.He didn't have any intention of condemning it. The splitter was indeed just a combination of neuron-like module boxes, circuits, sensors, probes, computing chips, energy pools... and so on.People claim that it can create infinity, which seems somewhat pretentious.The splitter plan was likely to fail from the start.It assumes that dissociative patients have an infinite mind, and that they can simulate that mind.No one, or any theory, can give strong guarantees for these two points.

Weiss didn't keep this view, let it only rot in his own heart.He never hid his thoughts from Bei, and Bei asked him as a friend: What do you think the mind is?Is there really some meaningful unity between these compositions of bones, muscles, and nerves?They're not fundamentally different from slicers, they're just made with fewer possibilities and more time.Life does not lie in the composition of materials, but only in the emergence of structures.This is certainly not in line with the current medical point of view, but it is not surprising that experiments lag behind theory, which is the norm in cutting-edge science.Now they're racing against time, not to invent the divider, but to discover it in the brains of free patients, and to prove it with the devices they've built.This is a great study, leading to a greater meaning.And if the Big Crunch was the end of their civilization, she hoped at least the Ripper would work.She didn't really have to give an answer, she just wanted to know if she was right about life.

Weiss was briefly distracted.He didn't know why he thought of this at this moment.Some bits and pieces of the past.And when he recovered, the upload was over.Foo was still lying on the upload platform with a calm expression, as if he was in a deep sleep.That picture seemed to prick his nerves, making him subconsciously flee to the past.How much he wished he could still stay in these memories, roaming the void in the starship, the stars were like fragments floating in the abyss, he often imagined that they were all falling, instead of the starship moving away.

Foo is dead.he thought calmly.Immediately afterwards, the thinking was divided again.Think not of the stinging reality, but of bits and pieces of the past and memories.Life is made of memories, even unconscious bodily memories.The brain remembers.Nerves remember.Hands, feet and even skin have their own way of remembering.Habits and scars.Say what the patriarchs of the Computing Center do, but he thinks life is made of these.

Blue beams flickered across the room.That's Foo too.It's not a complete electronic ghost foo, though.They didn't even need a living original Foo, let alone a dead one.That can only be said to be some data about the structure of Foo's thoughts, like a picture converted into a code.But even these will not remain intact.he knows.These must be attempted to be disassembled to correct a module of the Ripper.he does not know.This is not what he has learned and what he has been tasked with.Foo was indeed dead.The white light on the front of the upload station went out.At least it was a painless departure, and he was anesthetized long before the probe entered the brain.Yes, there is one less person who has a common memory with him.

The guards went up to confirm the situation.It's also just a program.They'll take him away and send him to the recycling facility.One of them walked up to Wes and gently reminded him of the existence of the coin.Only then did Weiss remember its existence.It felt so thin and sharp that it chafed his skin in his grip.

"We'd better send it back for recycling too," said the caretaker.They have examined it and determined that it is only a memorabilia.Had it been found elsewhere, it might have been sent to a memorial, but what went into the Computing Center wasn't subject to antiquities regulations.

Weiss agreed.That's also perfectly in line with the procedure.It's been a long time since they left the original currency, but there are still many physical and digital models that survive.That's not a rarity worth making an exception for, and antiquity itself is a false concept in the eyes of many in the Computing Center, and the obsession with a simple physical composition of the past is pathological, because "the past" itself lacks value.There must be a reason for a choice to become history.

He was about to hand over the coins to the watchman, but suddenly changed his mind.He went up to Foo himself to return what the latter had so painstakingly preserved.When he parted Foo's still soft knuckles, Foo opened his eyes and smiled at him.His eyes were no longer charcoal gray in the light, but dark like an ice abyss flooding.He grabs Wes's hand and speaks in a humming rhythm.

"A deal," he said.

The whole blue house flows like water.

(End of this chapter)