MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 57 I am not me, a thing that looks like a human but is not a human

"But..." Fang Zheng suddenly felt confused again. "Are you saying that you have a soul?"

"Your souls are composed of entities smaller than the Planck scale?"

"So do I have this?"

"soul?"

"and many more!"

Fang Zheng suddenly realized some problems.

"Now, my body is a cube, so where did my original body go?"

"Does my soul really exist inside my original body?"

"If I have a soul, where is it?"

Before, Fang Zheng had not thought about this problem seriously, but now after Taiyin's reminder, he suddenly had doubts about it.

If Taiyin is to be believed, they would be able to see sizes smaller than the Planck scale.

This means that the basic time and space units of this world of immortal cultivation are likely to be smaller than the Planck scale of Fang Zheng's hometown universe.

Therefore, they have something called the soul, which may be composed of smaller-scale structures.

So, in Fang Zheng’s hometown before he traveled through time, which is a world suspected to be larger than the Planck scale, does Fang Zheng himself have a soul?
His current body is definitely not his original body, so how did he travel through time and space?
Having read quite a few online novels, he knows quite a lot about various strange and bizarre ways of time travel in online novels.

Soul travel, memory awakening, body travel, information replication...

There are all kinds of bizarre online novels, which have given examples of almost every so-called way of time travel that humans can imagine.

So, at this moment, is Fang Zheng's soul traveling into the body of Steve, the cube man in this Mc world, or is it something else?
Beneath that dull, square face, Fang Zheng's storm of thoughts began to race.

“Where is my soul?”

"Is it trapped inside this cube?"

While talking to himself, he began to think seriously.

However, as he pondered, under the confused gaze of Taiyin and the others, the cube man's tone suddenly changed, becoming somewhat panicked and fearful:
"and many more!"

"Something seems to be wrong!"

Fang Zheng tried hard to recall all his knowledge and thought about it.

He remembered some little knowledge about the game MC from the game videos he had watched before.

At the MC game code level, a minimum program execution cycle is called a game tick.

There are 20 game ticks in one second, and each game tick is 0.05 seconds. In order to maintain an equal and uniform execution frequency of 20 game ticks per second, the thread will sleep after each game tick and wait for the next execution.

The frame rate of the mobile version of MC is normally only up to 120 frames per second, and each frame is approximately equal to 0.0083 seconds.

In essence, the frame rate is just the number of screens displayed on the monitor, and does not represent the minimum time unit of the game itself. The game tick is the minimum time unit of the Mc game.

He tried waving his hand, and looking at the sharp-edged square hand, Fang Zheng realized that something was very wrong:

"After I crossed over to the MC world, the smallest unit of time I could perceive wasn't the single run of a game program like a tick, but the frame rate, which is the screen refresh rate. Each frame lasts for 0.0083 seconds."

After a pause, Fang Zheng tried to count carefully in his memory.

After becoming a cube man, he discovered that he had absolute memory and could remember everything that happened to him.

Even if it is as subtle as a pixel, even every grain of sand on the ground in this world of cultivation, every speck of dust floating in the air, and every change in every frame in Fang Zheng's own perspective.

Only then did he realize that he only had 120 freeze-frame movements per second.

He looked increasingly frightened.

He discovered a horrible place.

Suppressing his panic, he managed to utter a few words with difficulty: "My thinking is also 120 frames per second!"

120 frozen thought fragments per second, with continuous switching without intermediate processes.

This is not right!

This is very wrong!

Recalling the little knowledge I saw in the video——

In the brain of an average person, the basic thinking process is based on neuron discharges as the basic unit, and the action potential of a single neuron lasts for 1 to 2 milliseconds.

At least according to the video, human thinking is a huge network composed of such neuronal discharges as basic units.

However, that is human!

No matter how good one's memory is, due to physiological limitations, it is impossible for humans to have such absolute memory as Fang Zheng.

No matter how strong their memory is, at best they can only remember what they see with their photographic memory, and they will only remember what they see with their visual focus, and they will also be troubled by hyperthymesia.

However, Fang Zheng realized that he possessed absolute memory, which had far surpassed the so-called photographic memory, and was not troubled by hyperthymesia at all. Only then did he confirm that he had really traveled through time.

Not only does he have a photographic memory, he can also clearly remember every thought he has, even the smallest fragment of detailed information.

"and many more!"

"and many more!"

"and many more!"

The young man named Fang Zheng cried out in panic.

Hearing this terrified cry, Taiyin's face suddenly darkened.

Thousands of years ago, he had been a weakling and a slave, so he was no stranger to this kind of cry.

In the weak past, such wailing was not uncommon in the farm where Taiyin worked.

The screams of those tribesmen who were gutted and eaten alive during the monster hunting games, and who went mad and insane because of the pain and fear, were the ones that made this kind of creepy cry.

A scream of terror that could reach this level meant that the person's emotions had reached a critical point close to madness.

Does this mean that Fang Zheng was fine the moment before, but suddenly, he seemed to be going crazy?
Taiyin didn't know what he suddenly thought of. He just shouted, trying to interrupt Fang Zheng's thoughts: "Fang Zheng! Stop thinking, calm down quickly!"

However, the cube-shaped man was still howling hysterically: "No! No! No..."

Taiyin frowned and immediately chanted a meditation mantra, trying to calm Fang Zheng's already crazy mood.

But even for Taiyin, who had lived out his fourth life, even during his chanting, the entire small world instantly became cold and quiet. Whether it was the various rare birds and beasts, Jiang Wen and Jiang Tingting who were sleeping and transforming beside them, or the silent Jiang Yifei, they were all directly immersed in a state of enlightenment.

Fang Zheng didn't react at all.

"Damn it!" Taiyin looked ugly.

He had already realized that Fang Zheng's body was not only unable to withstand any attack or damage, but even outsiders could not treat him!
But Fang Zheng didn't care what Taiyin and the others were talking about at this moment.

He counted over and over, carefully recalling his memory, trying to recall the number of each thought fragment, and the most basic information unit in these thought fragments. A confused murmur echoed from the cube man: "Where did my thought process go?"

“Where did my thought process go?”

"Why! Why is my mind made up of frozen fragments?"

"Where is the process in between those 120 frozen thought fragments per second?"

Something is wrong!
Something is wrong!
Something is wrong!
He tried to perform a calculation in his mind and reviewed all the fragments of his calculation process.

However, in the previous thought segment, you want to calculate a complex math problem, and then in the next thought segment, the calculation result has been output.

Where have the information input process and the intermediate calculation process that should have existed gone?
No!

There is no such thing!
In the era of the Internet explosion, Fang Zheng has learned a lot about some small knowledge.

He knew that the human brain, like a computer, is a huge computing machine that constantly calculates various data.

A person who is frozen in place cannot be considered a person, but only a corpse.

Only when those complex and motionless dynamics of thought are connected together among countless neural activities can one be called a human being.

If we have to define human beings, they should be considered as a dynamic system as a whole.

Even though a basic human thinking time needs to be slow to be calculated in milliseconds, and even though thinking relies on electrical signals, which are in turn transmitted by chemical transmitters.

But no matter how long it takes, behind the entire thinking process, each time is a collection of extremely large neural network changes.

However, what the hell is Fang Zheng now?

120 frozen bodies and frozen thought fragments per second constitute the present Founder.

He discovered that his thoughts were also composed of 120 frozen fragments, each of which lasted a total of 0.0083 seconds.

When the duration is over, it switches directly to the next segment without any intermediate process.

The most important thing is that when Fang Zheng used his absolute memory to recall his own thoughts, he did not find any traces of the complex thinking process that should have existed.

Each thought piece...

Do not!
That thing cannot be considered as so-called thinking at all, but should be called information fragments, each of which is just an extremely simple record of information fragments.

In those 120 frames per second, there was only the answer! The answer! The answer!

If we regard the normal human thinking process as solving a problem.

Then, the continuity of each of their basic thinking segments is the complete process of looking at the questions, thinking about the process, and then writing down the answers one by one.

If human thinking is compared to a computer, it consists of three stages: input, calculation, and output.

But Fang Zheng inexplicably discovered that all his experiences and memories since he traveled through time...

There are only answers, answers, answers, answers, answers...

All of them are fucking answers!
There is no input of problem information and no thinking process for the problem.

But there are only answers! Answers! Answers!

It's just like……

The thing uttered a line of words with difficulty:

"It's like a blank sheet of paper filled with answers in order from the very beginning..."

Even the words that the cube man uttered with difficulty at this moment were given instantly without any process...

A port with no input, no calculation, only output, output, output...

He thought...

Do not!
This can't even be called thinking, but simply outputting in sequence an answer that may have existed from the beginning.

The answer is called:

(What the hell am I?)
(Did I really travel through time?)

(Was I really once human?)
(Is my name really Fang Zheng?)

He, or He, or It...

This creature that looked neither human nor human suddenly stopped and remained motionless like a statue.

Just like in the MC world before, after some action, it suddenly stopped.

This inexplicable thing suddenly gave up thinking, or rather, temporarily stopped outputting answers.

In the final analysis, it is hard to say whether this stagnation is an answer...

At this moment, Taiyin was constantly chanting various types of meditation mantras with the Sun Holy Emperor, as well as various methods to try to make people sober, but to no avail.

He finally saw the person opposite him, and the continuous crazy words stopped.

He frowned and walked forward, trying to comfort her with words: "Fang Zheng, are you okay? If there's anything you don't understand, you can talk to us."

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. If there's a question you can't figure out, just stop thinking about it and let time slowly reveal the answer."

He, Him, or maybe it, this inexplicable thing remained motionless.

……

Taiyin frowned and kept trying to communicate with him.

Perhaps external information triggered a new answer, or the duration of the answer "stagnation" ended, and the thing output the answer again.

The answer is: (Fang Zheng tried to take a deep breath in his heart, trying to ignore the inexplicable fear.)
(It said: "Nothing's wrong with me. I just suddenly thought of something and can't figure it out for a while. I feel a little depressed.")
Suddenly, the answer is output:
(Hahahahahaha…)
It was an audio frequency with a base frequency fluctuating between 200Hz and 1000Hz. It sounded extremely cheerful, like the laughter of a young human.

The humanoid figure in the block moved, opened the inventory, and continuously took out boxes and filled them with throwing instant healing potions, enchanted golden apples, swiftness potions, and slowness potions.

In addition to the throwing healing potion which is used to increase a fixed amount of health, the enchanted golden apple and swiftness potion can both increase resistance and speed by a percentage, while the slowness potion will reduce speed by a percentage.

The audio continues to play: ("Hahaha, Taiyin, since we have to protect the universe, let's hurry up and revive the other allies who can be resurrected.")
("Then, all of you go use my items together and rely on the noble percentage effect to kill those man-eating guys!")
Taiyin and Taiyang looked at each other, and a strange feeling came over them amidst the boy's cheerful laughter.

It seemed that the boy in front of them was not the boy who was kind-hearted in heart despite his terrifying appearance as a frozen cube statue.

It's some kind of strange and inexplicable existence that looks like a human but is not a human...

After a moment of silence, Taiyin relaxed his brows and said softly, "Fangzheng, are you okay? Do you want to rest a little longer and see more of the scenery?"

(Hahaha) The cube man makes a cheerful audio sound.

It started jumping up and down again, and replied with a lively expression, "It's okay, it's okay. I just suddenly figured it out. I'll just do what I want to do now."

"Now I just want to save the universe and be a hero!"

"others"

Audio output with a slightly melancholic tone: (We'll talk about it later...)
(End of this chapter)