Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 961 Hunting in the Forest (Part )

Robinson wanted to give praise. He said to the thing on the windowsill, "I should have talked to you a long time ago. I was really prejudiced against you before and didn't discover your strengths at all. How could I ignore a talent like you? You speak clearly and answer honestly, which is much more efficient than those guys who like to beat around the bush. To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that you eat children, you would be a great teacher in a middle school."

"Why do you think I have that kind of eating habit?"

"Don't worry, we can talk about this later. You haven't finished explaining the last problem. Let's just talk about my problem - it's pests like me that hold the big guys back. Now I know what's going on." He couldn't help but nod his head in admiration. "It seems that because there are countless people like me in the world, or even worse than me, they can't go to heaven. However, their problems are not related to my doubts. Remember? How do you explain this? One of them can't go to heaven himself, so he ran to our ant nest. What's the use of him destroying us?"

"Because, even if they are hindered by the problem of subjectivity, most owners of infinite facilities still believe that the problem of immortality can be solved. In this regard, even the Wuyuan people who are full of doubts about the phenomenon of wishing machines are the same. They believe that by answering this question, they can naturally verify whether there is an unknown wide-area wishing machine that interferes with all historical lines. However, in terms of specific implementation methods, is it necessary to overcome the problem of subjectivity in order to solve the problem of immortality? If it is to be overcome, it is necessary to force the wishing machine to recognize a more limited set of objects and perfectly express the definition of "intelligent race". If it cannot be overcome, it can only make all lives reach a consensus on the understanding of the ultimate wish. In other words, all lives must have exactly the same understanding of the concept of happiness. There is no conclusion on which of these two paths is easier to achieve."

"It seems to me that they just have to crack on," Robinson said. "Find a way to kick me and my stuff off the shared list so they don't end up in hell with it."

“Or, let all the lives in the world have the same conceptual cognition about happiness, enlightenment, and the path to liberation. It does not necessarily need to reach the same level and mode of intelligence, but only needs to agree on the definition.”

Luo Binhan stared at him for a while, unsure of what this meant. "They want me to become like the Yongguang people," he said slowly, almost unable to suppress a smile on his face, "No, no, wait, it's far more than that. I'm not narcissistic enough to think of myself as the worst one. The problem is far more than just that there are bad guys like me in the group. According to their idea, there are also vegetables, cows, flies, bacteria in this group... All these things that are not considered human beings in my eyes have to understand human happiness."

He lowered his head and thought quietly for a while. "I don't know if you know about our breeding industry here." He raised his head and said politely, "It's like this. On our planet, in order for our species to live a relatively happy life, we will ask chickens, ducks, cows and sheep to give birth desperately, and then take their children away. The females will be raised to continue giving birth, and the males will be slaughtered for meat, or ground and mixed into feed... I know what we do is disgusting, but there is no other way, we have to have enough food and clothing! Whoever gets to the top of the food chain is the same - but now, for eternal happiness, we have to pick up the microphone and interview the breeding farm. Hey! Little duck that will go to the slaughterhouse tomorrow, are you happy now? That little cow with its hoof trimmed! What do you think of what happened to your children? I know you may not be very happy now, but in the long run, this will help the continuation of your species. After all, without our help, you can't have so many children."

The thing on the windowsill was still sitting quietly. Luo Binhan gritted his teeth and laughed in surprise. "Do you think we dare to do this?" he asked, "Every tree that was cut down, every fly that was slapped? Oh, and bacteria and viruses... Are you really sure that these should be counted? To be honest, even in myths, we don't regard these things as spiritual. Plants and trees become spirits? Sure. Stones become spirits? Sure! Microorganisms? Who knows what the happiness of microorganisms is? Their souls also have to go to heaven?"

"In the Buddhism you believe in, it is probably called the Anuttara school, or the theory of past karma."

The person on the windowsill raised the book in his hand. Luo Binhan squinted his eyes, trying to see clearly what was written on the colorful cover. But the sunset had already fallen behind the building, and the book looked like a dark shadow to him. Then Zhou Wenxing gently threw it to him, and he caught it before he had time to think about it - Li Li might be singing "Aria of the Queen of the Night" on his mobile phone with the volume turned on mute - and then glanced at the title of the book.

"Yoga Sastra," he read. "Hmm... a very special hobby. Does it help you to shape your health?"

"Everything in the world, whether living or non-living, is made up of two tiny elements: soul and matter. A pure soul is originally perfect, pure, and full of radiance. However, once the soul is contaminated by material elements, it will lose its radiance due to the bondage of past karma. In order to be liberated from past karma and make the soul reach an eternal state, it is necessary to continuously practice austerities to eliminate the obstacles of old karma and avoid the creation of new karma. The most important precept is not to harm other spiritual elements, which is also called non-killing. You cannot kill livestock, insects, or eat the roots and stems of plants. Therefore, you cannot engage in animal husbandry or farm in fields that can easily kill life in the soil. In order to avoid insects being sucked into your mouth, you must wear a veil when going out. Finally, if you want to not harm any external spiritual elements and achieve spiritual perfection, you can only practice fasting."

"Okay," Luo Binhan opened the book and took a look, "Are you sure you're talking about the people here? We can't farm, we can't eat meat, how do those who are not on hunger strike survive?"

“Generally speaking, people would choose to do business.”

Robinson looked up at him. "Are you serious, or are you preparing a joke to mock me?" he asked.

"It's just stating what happened here."

"I'll just assume that they've tried their best." Luo Binhan threw the book aside, "Leave the opportunity to commit sins to those who commit sins, and leave pure money to us pure businessmen... But, hey, I remembered one thing. Not long ago, I boarded a spaceship of a Yongguang cop, and I found that all the meat he ate on his spaceship was synthetic. This reminds me that those big shots may not really need farms and farmland... Is that right? I guess a place like Wuyuan doesn't have to capture slaves to mine and grow cotton, right? In that case, they don't need to kill."

"Although there is no need for livestock for food...Do you know why Wuyuan's predecessor existed in the form of a traveling fleet?"

"I heard they seemed to be looking for something."

"Ah, that's probably the ultimate goal. But the main reason why they rarely stay for a long time is that the neutrino equipment they use requires a large number of factories on the scale of the universe island - that is, what you call the scale of the galaxy. Through the destructive operation of such factories, a high-energy calculator that can independently use the cosmic tidal energy is produced. Naturally, the number of times a factory that operates at that intensity is limited, and all the resources inside it will soon be consumed, just like a desert gnawed by cattle and sheep, and it can only be abandoned at the end of the journey. So, before building the factory, do you think they will be in the mood to move every insect living in the factory away?"

"I haven't heard from 0312 that they have done this before."

"It has not been done yet. Compared to the expedition team, the so-called Wuyuan Base is just a camping site for exiles. It does not have the ability to continue to manufacture neutrino equipment. Until now, it has only used the neutrinos that were left. If the project of the Void Jade cannot solve this problem, one day a factory will be built far away from Chixian."

"I'm not interested in them building a factory," Robinson said, shaking his hands, forcing himself not to care about the name mentioned. "They can do any shit - just like we do. What about others? What about other big guys who are willing to use the wishing machine?"

"Didn't you hear and see anything when you were with Xuan Hong?"

"Then they didn't do a very good job." Robin Han said immediately, "It seems that they have no choice but to continue teaching the wishing machine how to recognize people."

"You like this plan very much."

"Why wouldn't I like it? Let those who want to ascend to heaven ascend, and those who should die die. Respect everyone's fate."

"In that case, you should have nothing to say to those who actively run towards me."

The smile on Luo Binhan's face slowly faded. He stared at the silhouette in the setting sun, the animal eyes that were gradually brightening in the shadows.

"I never understood this," he said. "Those people you convinced, those people who believed in you, how did they see you? Even if you were wearing an old lady's pajamas and lying on someone's grandmother's bed, look at your eyes, your claws, your bloody smell from your hair to the tip of your tail... What kind of eyes would make someone recognize you as a relative? But I don't have a chance to find such an idiot to ask him, so I can only tell you how I feel: If they fiddle with the wishing machine and take you to heaven, I would rather they fail forever."

"Really? Some people think of your cousin in the same way."

"He will have his own hell." Robinson slowly lowered his arms. "Don't worry, we all have our own."

"So, as long as we eliminate all those who are not qualified to go to heaven - deprive them of their lives, erase their history, and completely eliminate them from all potential possibilities, the remaining people can solve the problem of eternal life."

Luo Binhan's fingertips had already touched the zipper of his computer bag. But he suddenly lost his mind from what he was about to do. This beast really had magical powers. A corner of his heart began to complain: No matter whether you like it or hate it, once you start listening to the melody of the magic flute player, it's hard not to follow it.

"Just as you think, even if there is a theoretical possibility of success in coordinating the concepts of happiness of all life in the entire collection, most civilizations with infinite facilities would not be willing to spend resources to try. So far, only a very small number of researchers in the central city are still discussing the possibility of this direction, which is the so-called path of transcendence - then, what about the other way around?"

A cloud floated past the window, covering the place where the last rays of the setting sun leaked through the top of the building. It should have formed a brilliant sunset glow, but the cloud was too heavy and dark, and the twilight only made it look more bleak. It was like a lonely rain cloud, which made Luo Binhan think of Luo Jiaotian for no reason. He almost forgot about this quiet and lonely brother these days, because this brother should not appear on the list of "deserving to go to hell".

"There is no need to overcome the subjectivity problem, just include it from the outside - simplify the whole set to the most appropriate and circumscribed level. All the functions of all the life that actually exists as an appendage and resource are replaced by non-life, and then directly eliminated. To achieve a thorough simplification, it is not a task that can be completed by removing hundreds or thousands of ant nests - the entire concept of insects, the concept of plants, and the concept of all resource species with simple structures should be erased from all potential historical lines. To achieve this effect, how much life should be eliminated at a fixed point in time? According to the Wuyuan Base According to the estimate made with Chixian as a reference, at least more than 90% of the life in the entire collection must be eliminated, and its potential possibilities must also be stripped away. If the life collection of the entire universe can be successfully simplified to this extent, the possible wide-area wishing machine will also undergo corresponding changes due to the lack of a describer and the reduction of collective concepts. Perhaps by then, the review rules of the entire universe and the description requirements of the wishing machine for the problem of eternal life will naturally be relaxed. As long as we can achieve the commandable state of that simple system and verify the true nature of the wishing machine phenomenon, it will be easy to restore the eliminated life. "

"What on earth are these?" Robinson asked, "Are these the words you say in your sleep when you are eating people?"

"It is the core idea of ​​a paper. Once, someone applied for an experiment based on this paper, but it was rejected by the person in charge of review. Since the base gave the Revivers the highest educational authority, all those who signed the application decided to bypass his objection and conduct the experiment... After that incident, this series was called the 'Death Rank Theory'."

If Zhou Wenxing said this to irritate him, Luo Binhan thought, this thing has failed. Strangely, he didn't feel angry at all, neither for himself nor for Jing Huang. He didn't even find it funny, just sat there and thought about it indifferently. "How can the 90% that are eliminated affect the censorship rules?" he asked, "As long as there is still a living thing, it can describe the wishing machine. Besides, this is a topic about infinity, and half of an infinite population is still infinity."

"This is a question of the nature of the observer. Wuyuan believes that the so-called wishing machine facilities, waves, and ether are essentially manifestations of spiritual field phenomena. As long as the density of observers within the spiritual field reaches a threshold, observable changes in physical properties will occur. In other words, in the theory of dead order, this world has always been disturbed by the spiritual field, but we need to try to restore it to a static state or a low-efficiency state in order to understand the correct structure of the world."

"That won't be easy," Robin said, and then he was briefly absent-minded. "It's really interesting. They want the wishing machine to do that, and before they can do that, they either choose to turn all life into smart people, or kill all life except smart people... But if they can do either of them, why do they need a wishing machine to help them go to heaven? Haven't they already built it themselves?"

"Indeed, many people hold this view - the wishing machine cannot achieve anything beyond the imagination of the person describing it, and can only complete tasks that already have solutions in all potential histories. If a ready-made path to achieve it cannot be provided, the wishing machine will seek the most similar solution within its own understanding."

"That seems to be the case," said Luo Binhan.

  Suddenly, the room fell into a dead silence. The evening was almost over, and the dusk had fallen under the window beams. The glass windows in the room were sealed, and the outside of the glass was covered with a faint dust. Luo Binhan stared at the shapes of the dust. He wondered what would happen if blood splashed on this window? Would people outside look over? Would they be able to tell that it was fresh blood?

"So," he said, looking us over, "he came here to experiment on us? A small-scale test field?"

"How could that be? A place like yours, far away from the high spirit belt and without infinite facilities, is at best just a small pinhole in the entire wilderness. Its existence or non-existence has no effect. To achieve the level of extinction required by the Death Order Theory, it is impossible to rely solely on conventional weapons. In any case, a narrative strike-level wishing machine must be used to operate it, or directly cause the high spirit belt to vibrate. However, since it is impossible to bypass the one in the central city, wishing machines below level four are useless for the experiment, because any command will be distorted by that wish, unless the wisher's descriptive ability can surpass that of the wisher in the central city. This command cannot be censored and distorted in the slightest, and it can definitely directly destroy all life in the world."

"What a world-destroying curse." said Luo Binhan.

"A language that cannot be understood or distorted in multiple ways, a language that directly communicates with the original phenomena, that is, a language that belongs to the world itself. Mortals can neither listen to nor master this language, and can only let it overflow from the world itself. The phenomenon formed by this overflow is temporarily called the original seed, and the specific life formed by the binding of the original seed is called the incarnation. For mortals, it is impossible to inquire about the world itself, nor is it difficult to capture the phenomenon of the original seed. The only one who can capture, communicate, torture or kill, and try to seize the zero-value language mastered by them, is the incarnation level - so the magician who wants to pursue the magic lamp can only open the copper ring door that buries the treasure after catching the destined person first."

"So, where is our destined person now?"

"Since you already know the existence of that city, didn't Xuan Hong give you any hints?"

"I have thought about it," Luo Binhan admitted, "and I've always been curious. In fact, I also have a lot of brothers and sisters, and sometimes people feel that it's difficult to get along with them. But in the final analysis, I think I can still deal with them. Ah, there are some individuals, some troublemakers, who may be difficult to deal with when they grow up. But... Hey, don't talk about me. Why don't you tell me what it feels like to have a brother who can destroy the world? I see that your relationship is not very good, right? Otherwise, you don't have to bring others to find him."

"That's another story." Zhou Wenxing said. His full moon-like eyes revealed a ruthless smile. "The snail-horn country where you live happened to be the most important entrance to the city during this period. So the magician who was looking for the wishing lamp came here, and because of his arrival, people who wanted to capture him also came one after another. This is the truth you want to know."

“That’s great,” Robinson said. “It’s very clear and sincere.”

"Anything else you want to ask? If you keep delaying like this, someone will probably come looking for you soon."

"Just one minor, unimportant question. The last one."

Luo Binhan leaned over to pick up the computer bag and put it on his legs, indicating that he was about to leave. He lowered his head to adjust the bag strap and said, "I heard that people who meet you always have bad luck, and many of them do it voluntarily, as if you are an angel in their eyes. How did you do it? Is this some kind of mental bewitching trick?"

“Not everyone notices me.”

"I've heard of a kid," Robinson said, pulling his phone from his side pocket. "He's one of our little cavemen. Not smart, not special, can't do magic, not handsome, failed in sports, didn't do well on tests... and somehow he does what you say."

"Are you talking about the child named Xiaochu?"

Luo Binhan concealed his surprise by putting his phone down. He tried to speak in a nonchalant tone: "You actually remembered."

"Why don't you remember?"

"I thought his name was like the barcode on a bag of potato chips to you. The kind you eat a bag of every day."

"That's not true. I know the name of everyone who found me."

"Found your man," Luo Binhan repeated, "or did you find him?"

"What do you know about that child?"

"Very little. I just heard it from others, and I'm waiting for you to provide first-hand information."

It was dark. Grids of lights could be seen in the glass of the buildings in the distance. People were walking hurriedly in those bright white blocks, like some kind of memory film being played at high speed. Zhou Wenxing just tilted his head and thought for a while, then smiled and said, "That evening, a string broke while practicing, so I went to the nearest music store to buy a replacement. When I crossed a small road, Xiaochu was sitting in front of a roadside repair shop. At that time, I heard what he was thinking, so I stopped to see if he needed me."

"I didn't know you could read minds."

"It's not the ability to read people's minds. If I had to describe it, it's like smelling alcohol on a person, and seeing his face turn yellow due to liver damage, you would naturally know that he has a habit of drinking. I can just hear such a signal-like sound."

"Ah, what a keen sense of smell. So what did you hear the little devil thinking?"

"It was probably some kind of poison. At that moment, he was sitting alone on the side of the road, imagining using poison to kill someone. It must have been someone very close to him, so apart from sadness and yearning, there was no joy of revenge. Although I didn't ask him specifically, I think a child of his age would probably be planning to kill his parents. Because the voice was very strong, it seemed to be asking for help. So I stopped."

As he spoke, Luo Binhan looked into the other's eyes, which were becoming brighter and brighter. Those words did enter his ears, but at least at the time, he didn't feel anything. Is this thing true? He also thought secretly. Then he said to himself that it didn't matter at all. There are many unhappy people in the world, sad people, desperate people, crazy people, people who want to murder or commit suicide. Those ideas that have no chance to be carried out may be important to Cai Ji, but they don't mean anything to him.

"I see," he said. "That's what you mean by them finding you. It explains it very clearly. I really should buy you a meal."

"Is this what you really think?"

"Can't you hear it? To be honest, we are destined to be together. You should be able to hear something from me."

"Not yet."

"You should have heard it." Luo Binhan said, throwing the computer bag on his legs aside, revealing his right hand holding a gun, "I'm thinking I must kill you."

(End of this chapter)