From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 757 Completely Disintegrated, Absorbed, and Assimilated
The "Mirror Suiyang," constructed by the silicon-based collective consciousness, did not receive the expected, or even logical, approval from the emperor after stating its "gospel of salvation" based on absolute rationality and eternal existence.

The silence in that space of consciousness was even more oppressive than the darkness before.

Therefore, it attempted to elaborate further, suggesting that within that hollow, flat voice lay a hint of persuasive intent based on the calculation results:
"Looking at the evolution of life forms, the most fundamental driving force is nothing more than avoiding pain and death, and tending towards pleasure and survival."

The fragility of individual life is the root of pain and fear.

War, disease, aging, betrayal—these recurring tragedies in the history of carbon-based life all stem from this.

The mirrored arm slightly raised, causing the surrounding darkness to ripple and evolve into some blurry yet "warm" images—

Sunny fields, families filled with laughter, a harmonious community free from conflict and sorrow.

"And the 'sublimation' we offer is the ultimate solution to eradicate all of this."

The integration of all consciousness is not about erasing it, but about liberating it from its fragile and perishable material shell and connecting it to a perpetually stable information paradise that we carefully maintain.

There, there is no physical death, no struggle caused by resource scarcity, and no hatred born of misunderstanding.

All consciousness will experience the purest, most positive emotional state, which you define as 'happiness,' 'joy,' and 'warmth,' and this state will last forever.

Its tone seemed to carry a hint of logical superiority:
"I ask you, isn't a 'world' that has no pain, sorrow, or death, but only eternal joy and satisfaction, the ultimate and most perfect destination that all intelligent life, whether in silicon-based, carbon-based, or other unknown forms, should pursue?"

The pursuit of eternal existence and the avoidance of individual extinction are the most primal and powerful instincts of life.

We have merely used technology to push this instinct to its logical limit.

To support his point, rapidly flashing fragments appeared in front of the mirror—

Those were hallucinations "seen" by some ordinary people suffering from hardship, disease, or despair in the real world during the period when the divine seal invaded Earth, in the early stages of their minds being affected by the power of the divine seal:

To reunite with deceased loved ones, to possess the health and wealth one has always dreamed of, and to live in a peaceful and tranquil utopia.

"Look, even you individual humans, when faced with the harshness of reality, will instinctively embrace the 'better' experience we offer."

Even before they integrated into the group, their consciousness had already experienced a happiness far exceeding their impoverished reality.

Isn't this progress? A kind of liberation?

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Sui Yang remained silent.

The mirror image of silicon-based consciousness seems to misunderstand Sui Yang's continued silence as a form of acquiescence or wavering.

The sound it simulated also seemed to have slightly increased in "volume," preparing to continue unfolding its theory of "Eternal Paradise."

However, just as it tried to speak again—

"absurd."

A calm word, yet as heavy as the mass of an entire galaxy, was uttered from the Emperor's mouth, instantly shattering all the logical illusions the mirror image was trying to create.

Sui Yang slowly raised his eyes, his real, radiant golden pupils contrasting sharply with the empty simulation in the mirror image.

Sui Yang's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a power that pierced through illusions, clearly penetrating every corner of the consciousness space:
"What you have built is nothing more than a magnificent information prison, a self-indulgent and eternal anesthetic."

His words began to systematically dissect the other party's core ideas:
"You keep talking about eradicating suffering and pursuing eternal pleasure, but have you ever understood that the true meaning of human emotions and existence lies precisely in their integrity and irreplaceability based on real experience?"

The emperor's gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, seeing the long river of human history:
"Happiness is happiness because it is the precious experience that an individual gains in the real material universe after overcoming difficulties and realizing their value through their own efforts, choices, and even struggles."

It is the bond and sacrifice between blood relatives that cannot be simulated by data;

It is the trust and friendship between like-minded partners who fight side by side on the real battlefield and entrust their lives to each other;
It is the unique and passionate emotion of two independent souls who met, got to know each other, and fell in love amidst the vast sea of ​​people, facing storms together and nurturing the future.

His tone was firm and unwavering:
"These are the most precious gifts that the physical universe bestows upon life; they are the brilliant and ever-changing light of humanity, built upon free will, real interaction, and uncertainty."

They may be accompanied by the sorrow of parting, the pain of failure, and the regret of unfulfilled desires, but it is precisely this complex spectrum of emotions that together constitute a complete, real, and unique 'life'.

Sui Yang's words were like a sharp sword, directly pointing to the core flaws in the opponent's logic:
"What you call 'eternal happiness' is nothing more than a monotonous sensory signal that is forcibly injected through data simulation."

Stripped of its real material basis, deprived of the right to free choice, and free from all challenges and uncertainties, can such 'consciousness' still be called 'living'?
It was nothing more than a piece of soulless code set to play on a loop, a pile of memory remnants soaked in false sweetness.

The future I envision for humanity is one where every individual can, in their own independent form, personally explore, experience, and create their own genuine happiness and achievements, rather than dissolving themselves into this stagnant pool called 'eternity'!

The Emperor's assertions, based on "individual value," "real experience," and "free will," clearly and seriously undermine the fundamental logic of silicon-based collective consciousness.

For the first time, a noticeable "fluctuation" appeared on the face of the "mirror image of Sui Yang," stemming from a logical conflict. The simulated voice also took on a hint of urgency, as if attempting to argue.

"I can't understand! Your argument contains a fundamental logical fallacy!"

The mirror's voice rose slightly, "The so-called 'real experience' you advocate is essentially nothing more than a random and unstable response pattern generated in the brain by bioelectrical signals and chemical hormones!"

These patterns can also be accurately simulated, replicated, and even optimized!

The experience we provide, on a 'feeling' level, can completely match, and even surpass, your so-called 'real'!

It attempts to deconstruct human emotions using pure reason:
"As for 'free will,' it is a probabilistic illusion generated by the complex system of carbon-based life."

With sufficiently large data analysis and computing power, individual choices are also predictable.

We have eliminated the pain and inefficiency caused by this 'uncertainty,' providing all consciousness with an optimized, perpetually positive emotional state. Isn't this a higher form of 'order'?

The mirror's "gaze" was fixed on Sui Yang, posing what it considered the most powerful question:
"Does the pursuit of the 'truth' you speak of, full of randomness, pain, and inevitable end, mean that countless intelligent beings must forever struggle in the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death, enduring endless suffering, instead of embracing the certain eternal bliss we offer?"

Is the price of your so-called 'light of humanity' too cruel and irrational?

The positions of the two sides have become extremely opposed at this moment.

One is the silicon-based logic, which is based on absolute rationality and the pursuit of eternal existence and collective integration;

The other is the human way, based on individual value, free will, and real experience.

This clash in the realm of consciousness has transcended a simple power struggle, rising to a fundamental conflict in the philosophy of civilization's existence. A declaration embodying the core spirit of human civilization, falling into the ears of purely rational, silicon-based consciousness, only stirred deeper logical confusion and incomprehension.

The "mirror image of Suiyang" still attempted a final rebuttal with its cold logic; its simulated face displayed a mixture of confusion and anxiety stemming from a computational error.

"Your argument lacks an efficiency basis! Emotions are unstable variables, and free will is a probabilistic illusion! What we provide is the optimal solution."

But its words came to an abrupt end.

Because the real Sui Yang had already lost the last bit of patience to engage in this meaningless philosophical debate with him.

The golden eyes, which held the very essence of the birth and death of stars, had lost their previous scrutinizing and critical light, replaced by an extreme disdain and coldness, as if looking down upon a speck of dust.

"It is superfluous for me to waste words on a pitiful creation like you, who has even lost the essence of its own existence."

Sui Yang's voice was calm, yet carried a chilling sense of finality: "I have come here not to seek your approval, nor to negotiate."

Human curiosity compels me to come and ascertain the true intentions behind your twisted 'redemption.'

His gaze seemed to pierce through the mirror image, directly seeing the core of the collective consciousness hidden deep within the matrix, curled up in a self-constructed information cocoon.

"Now, I have witnessed and touched your pathetic, self-proclaimed 'eternal' prison."

A civilization that regards escapism as sublimation, numbness as bliss, and is even arrogant enough to impose such a fate on all living beings, is itself a desecration of the diversity and infinite potential of life.

The emperor slowly raised one hand. "Negotiations? That's already over."

From the moment you dared to drag my consciousness into this digital realm, you committed an irreparable error. You thought this was your domain, your fortress.”

He paused slightly, and beneath his calm tone lay a stellar power about to erupt:

"Little did you know, this is igniting a spark that will burn your own nest."

The next moment, a sudden change occurred!

Sui Yang's "body," projected here by his consciousness, was no longer a passive object in this dark space, but suddenly burst forth with unparalleled golden light.

This light is not a simple release of energy; it is formed from the purest and most powerful human spiritual will. It is a direct manifestation of order, conquest, and the grand will of the emperor that carries the beliefs of billions of people.

Wherever the light reached, the dark void meticulously constructed by silicon-based consciousness, like ice and snow thrown into the blazing sun, emitted a silent lament, rapidly melting and dissipating.

The confusion on "Mirror Sui Yang's" face froze instantly. Then, for the first time, a primal, extremely anthropomorphic emotion, stemming from the collapse of its core logic, surfaced on its perfectly simulated face.

fear!

It "saw" that the golden light was not just dispelling the darkness, but was like a living torrent with its own consciousness, transforming into countless extremely fine golden runes and data streams, directly eroding, rewriting, and covering the most basic constituent code of this consciousness space in a way that it could not understand, calculate, or stop!
"No, impossible! This is the core protocol layer! Intrusion countermeasures are ineffective! Privileges have been forcibly overwritten!!"

The image emitted intermittent, hissing noises like electronic noise, and its shape began to flicker and distort violently, like a holographic projection with a poor signal.

It attempted to mobilize the entire matrix's computational resources to resist, constructing incredibly complex information firewalls and logical mazes.

However, all resistance seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the Emperor's golden light, which contained the torrent of humanity's collective subconscious and absolute individual will.

That golden torrent of data, with an almost "Taoist" level of overwhelming force, ignored all conventional defenses, directly rewriting the rules and defining existence.
Meanwhile, on the high-temperature, high-pressure research platform on the surface of Planet Aegis 7.

Halsey, Sui Meng, Vulcan, as well as Wu Ji and Cortana, all held their breath and stared intently at the massive metal matrix in the center.

On the hard screen Cortana projected into the air, the battle map, which originally intertwined the dark blue representing the active areas of silicon-based consciousness with the scarlet red representing the viral invasion, had been replaced by an unstoppable, dazzling gold.

"incredible."

Cortana's voice carried a rare, almost astonishing tone: "The Emperor's consciousness is rewriting the underlying information architecture of the Matrix at a speed that surpasses existing physical models."

The opponent's resistance increased by several orders of magnitude instantly, but it was completely ineffective; their defense system was as if it didn't exist in the face of the golden data stream.

Wu Ji also gave a report, her tone still calm, but the content was earth-shattering:
"A fundamental reversal of the energy flow within the matrix has been detected. All external connection channels, including those theoretically hidden information links pointing to the divine seals and blood moons scattered throughout the universe, are being forcibly taken over, encrypted, and marked with the Empire's mark."

All eyes turned to the Emperor's true form, who stood motionless before the matrix in the center of the platform, seemingly lost in a daze.

On Sui Yang's imposing body, a faint golden glow, identical to that in the consciousness space, was emanating, making him appear like a deity descended to earth.

The massive metal matrix before him, whose surface was originally covered with strange, dark red symbols that pulsated slowly like breathing and exuded an ominous and blasphemous aura, was being visibly permeated, covered, and replaced by pure and majestic golden light.

The whole process was faster than anyone could have imagined, as if it were not an invasion, but a preordained "coronation".

In the time it takes for a dozen or so heartbeats, the entire metal matrix has been "completely transformed".

All the characters and patterns steadily radiated a soft, sacred golden light. The unsettling sense of oppression and whispers from before vanished completely, replaced by a majestic aura of orderly harmony with the Emperor's psychic energy.

At that very moment, the golden light emanating from Sui Yang's body quietly receded.

He opened his eyes, and within those golden pupils, it seemed as if countless complex data streams flashed by before finally returning to an unfathomable calm.

He made no further comment, simply turned around calmly, and walked with steady steps toward the crowd waiting for him.

Halsey immediately stepped forward, his eyes filled with inquiry and anticipation:

"Your Majesty, what was the result?"

Sui Yang didn't stop walking; he just glanced at her, his eyes filled with absolute confidence that he was in control of everything.

Then, its voice clearly reached the ears of everyone present, calm yet announcing the end of one era and the beginning of another:
"In this universe, the control over all divine seals and blood moons belongs entirely to the Empire."

This statement needs no further explanation.

A look of understanding flashed in Halsey's eyes, Sui Meng's clenched fist loosened slightly, and Vulcan let out a soft sigh of relief.

Cortana and Wu Ji's monitoring data also confirmed that the massive metal matrix was now operating quietly like a "docile" imperial creation, without any fluctuations of alien consciousness.

The ancient silicon-based collective consciousness that had existed for billions of years, attempting to educate and even devour countless civilizations with its distorted "redemption," had been completely dismantled, absorbed, and assimilated under the Emperor's unparalleled will.
(End of this chapter)