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Chapter 832 Singularity Technology: Creating a Simulated World

Many people believe that virtual things, no matter how beautiful or incredible they may be, are ultimately dependent on reality and subject to it.

—Watching cartoons on streaming media is just for fun, why are you actually planning to seriously tell everyone how interesting they are in real life?

—A virtual YouTuber? What's that? You say she's different, that she comforted you during your lowest point, redeemed you, and gave you love that no one else has ever given you. Seriously, bro, I think you should see a therapist instead of some YouTuber.

—Games. Ugh, you know what? Staying cooped up in your room all day, wearing that stealth helmet and playing games, it really makes me, your friend, lose face. I'm embarrassed to introduce you to others when we go out. Shooting games? Yeah, that's what I was talking about. Wouldn't it be much more fun if you came with us and played with real guns and live targets?

--Movie.
—Netizen.
Too many such arguments intertwined, forming what was once an insurmountable shackle.

Singularity Technology: "Mimetic World".

Driven by the philosophy of the giant corporation [Dust Contract Generation], and born from countless efforts, resources, and luck, this precious crystallization is the answer that the people of Dust Contract Generation have given to these arguments!

The virtual games on the market, no matter how much they tout "realism," "intelligent NPCs," or "super realism," are just exaggerated marketing slogans. They seem really real, captivating players to the point of obsession, and every year there are news reports of players becoming so addicted that they drown.

But this is ultimately just a "human deception" created through algorithms, massive amounts of data, and other factors. An NPC can be filled with 100,000 lines of dialogue to deal with 10,000 different scenarios, but when it encounters the 100,001st scenario, all it can do is repeat the previous 100,000 lines.

But “simulated worlds” are different. Through this singularity technology, the Dust Contract Generation can truly create a complete world—or at least a simulated world that is extremely close to the concept of “completeness”.

While he was locked in a life-or-death struggle with Zenryu Setsuna, the other party built an ideal world for each of the attached souls.

Although it seemed extremely limited at the time, it was simply because there were too many followers who trusted Zenrusetsa, and even she couldn't afford such a drain. So she was forced to settle for a "slice" of an ideal world.

The final strike, [Moment of All Stars], dragged him into a vast array of worlds, where everything changed in an instant, traversing countless realms and witnessing countless scenes. He truly experienced the "simulated world" firsthand.
Song Shi was able to make a judgment.

—The world created by Singularity Technology's "Simulated World" truly deserves the praise of being self-consistent.

It was also thanks to this singularity technology that the [Dust Contract Generation] was able to extract the power of "reality" from "illusion".

They are like gods in the heavens, creating worlds to observe their operation, watching them take root, sprout, blossom, and bear fruit, and taking away the technologies, role consciousness, and ideas that evolve in the process. Some even choose to personally immerse themselves in them, using the chaos of the mortal world to hone themselves, or to unleash their full power, wreak havoc on the world, and indulge in unbridled pleasure.

Words that should carry a heavy weight in the world have been placed in display cases by the [Dust Contract Generation], row upon row, column upon column.

"What are your names, gentlemen?" Song Shi asked, his gaze sweeping over them.

“I am a disciple of ‘Yijingtang’, with the Dharma name ‘Kongming’.”

The speaker was a muscular, fat man with his face covered in paint patterns, probably dressed in the style of some small gang. However, he spoke slowly and gently, which was incongruous with his appearance: "I have heard many explanations and now I understand it better."

“Our current tentative name for them is ‘Digital Life’,” the textile machine explained to Song Shi. “After the simulated world collapsed, they were swept into the network. Most of them followed their instincts to protect themselves and hacked into internet users through brain-computer interfaces, which is why they are what they are now.” Song Shi understood.

To imagine a world collapsing and disintegrating, like these characters before us who survived without a single piece being buried, one must possess at least one of extraordinary willpower and immense luck.

Their consciousness wandered into the network in a daze, and those users who logged in through brain-computer interfaces were like the drain in a swimming pool, a lifeline for drowning people, naturally attracting them.

—And how could the vast majority of internet users possibly contend with such a clash of ideologies? As a result, they were forced to relinquish control of their bodies.

"Based on the cases collected so far, most are in a state of coexistence, but the digital life form is very dominant and has a significant advantage, so it suppresses the original owner's consciousness from emerging."

The textile machine expert said, "But there are also cases where the original owner's consciousness is completely defeated, declaring the death of the personality level. In addition, we have also observed examples where the two consciousnesses merged during the struggle and collision, influencing each other and forming a new personality."

“I had no intention of hurting anyone, but the fact is what it is, and it is my fault.” Kongming muttered, his face filled with sorrow. “Fortunately, the doctor came to see me a few days ago. Julian, the benefactor in my primordial spirit, was just mentally exhausted, so he slept more and woke less, and his body was not fundamentally damaged.”

“Song Shi, the ‘digital lifeforms’ contained here are mostly mild-mannered and cooperative,” the textile machine reminded him. “There are also some digital lifeforms that are uncooperative and strongly resist. They are being held in other containment facilities and guarded with force.”

"Understandable."

Song Shi nodded. If someone suddenly jumped out and told him that everything he had experienced in the past was fake, that psionic energy did not exist, that "Song Shi" was a digital life form, that people like Chaklo Vaughn were NPCs, and that there was always someone watching and commenting above his head.
Even I don't believe it.

How could our established worldview crumble just because of a few light words and insignificant evidence?
Those who keep nagging and repeating these words in your ear, trying to change your perception, can be regarded as unforgivable enemies!

“Excuse me, friends, please allow me to interrupt for a moment.” Another person stepped forward. He was wearing a black suit and a smart tie. His demeanor was not out of place at all, but rather quite harmonious. He smiled and said, “I used to be in the trade. Well, it seems pointless to talk about that now. But I have met some important people, and I have a pretty good sense for this kind of thing. You are one of them, aren’t you?”

"Excuse me," he said politely, "may I have the honor of knowing your identity?"

"Me?" Song Shi raised an eyebrow, about to speak, but was interrupted by another voice.

"Standing in front of you."

The textile machine stepped forward, its tone slightly higher, its voice powerful and clear, each word distinct and deliberate.

"The Federal Supreme Executive Council."

"One of the five committee members, Song Shi."

(End of this chapter)