Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 254

This is not the first time that Gray Wind has experienced the feeling of being watched by "myself".

Her essence is a collection of countless nano-robots, and not all of her are accompanying Zuo Wu's adventures at the moment; most of her machines are still in Liaoyuan, performing mysterious tasks assigned by Nomad Khan himself.

Gray Wind here didn't know who that mysterious figure was, nor did he know what actions the fleet over there took.

This is a small weakness of Gray Wind - as a terrifying ancient creation, she can imitate almost everything, including an independent "personality".

But as long as the distance between the two aircraft groups is a little bit far, she can no longer maintain the identity of personality; perhaps the "personality" is something special to Gray Wind himself.

Two fleets, two personalities——in a sense, this kind of Gray Wind has become two completely different people.

The evidence is that even if the Great Khan ordered that Hui Feng, who was currently accompanying Zuo Wu on the adventure, return to the larger fleet, she would be subtly unwilling.

It's just that for the current Gray Wind, the oath of allegiance to Liaoyuan is still heavy. If the Great Khan really issued such an order, she would still obey without hesitation.

Hey, Gray Wind poked fun at himself, as if he was being ordered to die; wonder if the larger group would think the same.

at this time.

The restoration and rewinding of the planet under our feet has come to an end, and every grain of powder has returned to its original position; the collapsed bare mountain has returned to its knives-like ruggedness, and the pitted sea has once again sparkled with blue waves.

For Gray Wind, it was probably the splash of her carrion particles.

When the particles were barely activated according to the predetermined program, Gray Wind also extracted the desired information from these nano-creations that could not be used again for himself.

However, the feeling of being stared at quietly disappeared as the powder dust storm subsided.

It should be because of the gray wind in this world, and only when these "half-rotten flesh" are activated due to the established procedures, can they know what is happening here.

Gray Wind nodded, having collected enough information on this planet in his mind, he slowly fell to the ground, savoring the emotions contained in that line of sight.

how?Myself in this world, are you also interested in me?

She took a look not far away, the jagged hilltop that had just recovered like a sharp knife,

……

With the collected information in his arms, Huifeng hopped back to the cave, happily found Zuo Wu, and talked about his discovery.

Zuo Wu listened and nodded, and from the corner of his eye, he could see Ji Zhi, who was sleepy because of An Xin, and her red face bit by bit; not far away, Rong Liangyuan shuttled among the lost curators, chatting and laughing Write down one recording after another.

The ignited small fire has not been extinguished yet, Zuo Wu even took out a few masks to release oxygen to make the fire burn brighter.

It is an incomparably brilliant firework in the eyes of curators, with its reflection, Rong Liangyuan's work will be easier——

There are still too many things that current curators don’t know. Even the word “emperor” only learned the pronunciation under Rong Liangyuan’s instigation. They don’t know what kind of choices they will face in the future.

Gray Wind was still talking, her small body swaying with the flickering flames.

Obviously she is a creation loyal to Liaoyuan, but Zuo Wu somehow feels that such a relationship can make him relax the most.

Cooperate with each other, but do not belong to each other.

If possible, Zuo Wu didn't even want anyone's allegiance - power and obligation are always equal, if the other party is loyal to him, then he should reward the other party.

For example, these lost curators, who gave themselves a festive atmosphere, provided them with a bright flame.

Zuo Wu laughed at himself, the small fire was a piece of cake for him, but it was so small that it was not worthy of the title of "Emperor".

The curators who enjoy the firelight are so easily satisfied only because they are lost, what can happen afterwards?After they regained the advanced technology and the thirst for knowledge that even the galaxy can hardly contain?
The current self is poor and empty; Dilian has disappeared without a trace, and the cosmic fragments replaced with it don't even know what the situation in the depths is; what kind of reward can such a self get?
Xu with an illusory future?Draw a pie for them?
Zuo Wu hated this, using illusory promises in exchange for real benefits, this is just a must-have skill for other emperors, but it is an extremely heavy burden for Zuo Wu now.

It may be that I have lived a relaxed life for too long before being free, not belonging to anything, and not being defined by any existence.

if it is possible.

Zuo Wuduo hoped to declare to all the subjects in the territory that he didn't need anyone's allegiance after finding the Emperor's Alliance in front of this "emperor".

All you have to do is to live well under my command and find your own happy ending, that's enough...

Isn't that what the emperor system in the interstellar era should be like?

The territory is huge, and the emperor is too far away for the residents; and the size and stability of the interstellar regime, under normal circumstances, should be able to eliminate any impact that ordinary residents will feel in their lifetime.

You only need to live a good life, you don't need to be loyal to the emperor, and you don't need to be "patriotic". This is the greatest contribution you can make to yourself and even the regime.

I can also relax.

It's a pity that this kind of thinking is too naive, so naive that I feel a little embarrassed to say it.

And this idea seems to be beautiful, but it is more likely to be caused by my own laziness.

Zuo Wu shook his head, laughing at himself.

But when Huifeng saw this, he stared at him, bared his teeth, and pinched Zuo Wu's nose: "Hmm! Are you distracted? You didn't listen to me at all!"

He came back to his senses and denied without thinking: "No, I listened very carefully."

"Really?"

Hui Feng clasped his hands, tilted his head, suspiciously: "Then repeat what I just said!"

Zuo Wu scratched his hair: "You said you read the information left in the carrion here, some of which still need to be deciphered, and some of which can directly know the meaning..."

"This is my theme 5 minutes ago. You really are out of your body... No, it's a dream!"

Gray Wind went crazy, and his nails imitated many dangerous tools in an instant, such as needles, awls, claws, etc., wishing to hoop them directly into Zuo Wu's temple.

But she still held back, breathed, stabilized her emotions, and mimicked a gentle and bright smile:

"Look, I bet the kids next to us can easily repeat how important what I just said is?"

The curator's children seemed to have a strong natural curiosity, and they had gathered around early on, listening to Gray Wind's words with fascination.

Even though most of what she said were proper nouns that people couldn't understand, and some data that people couldn't remember.

Even so, when the children were asked to repeat what they just said by the angry gray wind, they still started to repeat and recite in a hurry; sometimes the two children recited differently, and it would cause a small dispute .

Zuo Wu directly surrendered: "Indeed, I am not as good as them in this respect."

Hui Feng sneered and put his hips on his hips: "You are the emperor of the Emperor Alliance, and you actually admit that you are not as good as a few children under your command?"

Before Zuo Wu could answer, Ji Zhi, who was dozing off, retorted sleepily: "...No! Zuo Wu is... not as good as a child!"

After finishing speaking, Ren Ma Niang's body collapsed and she lay a pillow on Zuo Wu's lap, her two noses snored one big and one small respectively.

Zuo Wu shrugged, and followed Gray Wind's mockery that he was not as good as a child and continued:
"That's the truth. The emperor who claims to be perfect must be a liar. Otherwise, a regime would be fine with just one emperor. What subjects, soldiers, or scientists would it need?"

Zuo Wu said confidently: "I can admit one more thing, that is, I can't understand the data and proper nouns you collected, why don't you replace them with concise words and say it again."

"Is that so? One man can't take on all the responsibilities of a regime?"

Gray Wind squinted his eyes, actually thought about this sentence, murmured a few words, then slowly tilted his head, and continued: "Okay, I will repeat it according to your request."

"Slightly forward, centrally, backwardly! Conclusion one! The gray wind of this world took a look at us through the activation of carrion!"

"Conclusion [-]! If I clash with the 'Grey Wind' of this world, then I may not be able to defeat it!"

Zuo Wu was surprised: "What? You have no confidence in yourself?"

"certainly not!"

Gray Wind shook his head fiercely, baring his teeth: "I fight with myself, and the measure of strength lies in the number of nano-robot fleets!"

"But the gray wind in this cosmic fragment is just used to imitate the nanomachine clusters used on various planets, and the number is astonishing!"

"Anyway, the me in front of you, and the me on Liaoyuan's side, combined with the number of nanomachine clusters in my hands, are definitely not enough to paint all the huge star fields into such a powder world!"

A child next to him raised his hand: "But, didn't you say that 'powder' can't be manipulated? Whether it's you or Gray Wind here!"

Gray Wind nodded: "That's right, but there are only so many fleets used by Gray Wind here to transform the galaxy, as long as it keeps a little bit of it, it may not be able to match me!"

Zuo Wu clicked his tongue and moved closer to the small fire: "Where did the Gray Wind fleet come from? Why don't you?"

Gray Wind shook his finger: "Who knows? Two possibilities, the first is that the 'I' in our world has not been found, and there are still a considerable number of fleets hiding in deep space waiting to be discovered;"

"The second possibility is that a certain regime in this world has found a way to mass-produce my fleet; is it very likely? We have discovered the descendants of the curator, and I heard that there is a 'Renlian' in Go around and steal the civilization achievements of other world lines."

"Hmm, and, the gray wind over here is still looking at us."

Somewhat tricky.

The gray wind here is stronger, and it spies on itself and the party again.

"The visitor is not kind." Zuo Wu murmured.

Gray Wind listened, and shook his finger again: "No, no, we are the ones who came."

"Indeed, strictly speaking, the cosmic fragments are not in the same world as us, and there is nothing wrong with saying that we are 'comers'," Zuo Wu nodded:
"It's just that I am a little worried about these curators. They are natives. Will they be targeted by the gray wind here because of us?"

Although it is unlikely, Zuo Wu will respect if some natives choose to stay on this planet because they cannot leave their homeland.

But Gray Wind's shaking of his hand suddenly became larger: "No, no, no, I mean, including us and these descendants of curators, I'm afraid they all belong to the 'comers'."

Are these curatorial descendants also comers?Calling them "indigenous" before then was somewhat inappropriate.

Zuo Wu scratched his hair and glanced at the children around him. Their eyes were illuminated by the swaying fire, and they were not surprised at the suspicious origin of their ethnic group; it seemed that they were born to be their homes everywhere.

"What do you say? Where did they come from?" Zuo Wu asked.

Gray Wind poked his temple:
"The gray wind in this world is not as good as me in one thing, that is, it is a little lazy! The mimetic programs set for 'Carrion' are all templates!"

"You know, the template has a format, what to mimic, or what molecular formula you want to reflect, just change the parameters directly; and, I found a very special line of parameters in it."

In front of Zuo Wu, this terrifying creation from ancient times patted the little head of the child beside him, smiled, and said quite gently:
"I think that the 'I' in this world is trying to imitate different intelligent creatures, different individuals, and gradually add up until they form a society mimicked one by one."

"As for this planet, it was naturally set as an uninhabited planet by the gray wind here, so this parameter is blank; so the descendants of the curator should not come here, and together with this mountain, they should be invaded comer."

Zuo Wu was silent, the core of this "mountain" was still blowing out fresh oxygen together with his mask; now it seems that it may be the starship that the curator ancestors crashed here?
Afterwards, let Go to the Dead pull it out to have a look. Zuo Wu made up his mind and asked again: "What's the use of imitating intelligent creatures? Isn't it still as ostentatious as these powders?"

Gray Wind shook his head:

"No, other planets may not be like this; Zuo Wu, have you ever played a slightly older open world game?"

Zuo Wu nodded: "I quite like it."

Gray Wind Bihua: "In order to save performance, such games often do not load real models of mountains or cities in the distance, but use textures instead."

"So I was thinking, since this is an uninhabited galaxy, an uninhabited planet, and it is the edge of the cosmic debris here, then its importance should not be high;"

"At most, it is a 'map', constructed for the society and civilization simulated by the gray wind here, and it is destined to be an unreachable landscape."

She tapped her temple again:
"Remember? One of my weaknesses is that as long as the two aircraft groups are far apart, the identity of consciousness cannot be maintained, and the degree of 'distance' is something I can adjust myself."

"I can set this distance to zero, which means that as long as the cluster is separated, the consciousness will be separated; the individuals mimicked from this are different people."

Gray Wind looked upwards, with a sad tone: "Before I was discovered by technology hunters and handed over to Liaoyuan, I lived alone for millions of years. I was... afraid of loneliness."

"The gray wind of this world simulates different people, different societies, and different civilizations, which together form a bustling starry sky; it seems so, but is she playing a house of one person? "

(End of this chapter)