Physics God

[To the Forty-Two, or rather, Doctor, whom I've never met before, I am Zhi Mi. This letter was written with the help of Liang Chen, who is also a member of the Genius Club. The three of us are of the same kind.]

[Doctor, have you ever thought about what this world means to intelligent life?]

Take your race, humanity, for example. Whether it's the sparkle of diamonds, the roar of lightning, or the fragrance of roses, all of these are constructed from neural impulses.

This is why, despite their far greater sensitivity than ordinary life forms, psychics are less afraid of pain than ordinary life forms.

Their rapid thinking and control over their physical bodies allow them to shatter neural impulses before they even arrive, resulting in psionicists, who would otherwise suffer more than ordinary people, experiencing significantly less or even no pain.

The world as perceived by humans can be explained as the convergence of all neural impulses received since birth, representing the experiential cognitive representations of the nervous system.

Yes, you know what I'm trying to say: the brain in a vat, the holographic universe, the world in a box—these bizarre, fantastical, or terrifying conjectures can easily shatter the so-called real world constructed from the appearances of experience.

Therefore, the concept of experience is always neutral.

Correctness cannot be permanently proven, nor can error.

People strictly believe in sensory evidence, and deep down they tend to be skeptical of things that cannot be proven or disproven, such as gods, Bigfoot, and UFOs.

The reason is simply that no one can provide irrefutable, intuitive evidence regarding any of the above.

However, my research topic reversed this skepticism.

[Based on feelings?]

How can you be sure you're not a brain in a vat?

My question can never be refuted empirically; in philosophical terms, it is a transcendental question.

As I said before, you, me, and Liangchen are of the same kind because our themes tend to converge at a higher level. Although, in essence, mine is the Brain in a Vat, Liangchen's is the Causal Cone, and yours is Laplace's Demon—they are fundamentally different.

However, as we delve deeper into this subject, we all become like chaotic butterflies, flapping our wings to create a tornado, observing the smallest details to understand the bigger picture. That's why I say we are the same kind.

The research topics were not a rule of the Genius Club, but the forty-two geniuses all had their own research topics. Apart from the two Chaos Butterflies similar to Ling Hao, there were also geniuses who researched things like the Super Turing Machine.

[Although the precursor to the Human Federation hadn't even appeared when I wrote this letter, Doctor, I'm proposing a game to you here. It's not about good or evil, or about positions; it's simply a game between members of the Genius Club.]

Using the Neap civilization as a chessboard.

After reading the excerpt selected by Ling Hao, Mu Kange immediately raised his hand and asked, "Big brother, why is Zhi Mi also a Chaos Butterfly? Wasn't he researching the Brain in a Vat? Why did he become this thing?"

The topic of this prophecy is the causal light cone, so it is normal for it to become a chaotic butterfly. But Zhi Mi is different. Logically speaking, shouldn't the brain in a vat be researching virtual technology?

"Kan, the essence of the brain in a vat is whether cognition is equivalent to reality. Imagine, no, don't imagine others, just yourself, if I didn't treat you honestly, would you doubt all those perfectly timed coincidences?" Ling Hao laughed.

The most fatal problem is that everything happened so naturally. Even Mu Kange's doubts were due to Ling Hao's guidance or permission. Although it is quite different from the brain in a vat, it is similar in some ways.

Seeing Mu Kange remain silent, Ling Hao added, "Besides that, Zhi Mi is also a member of the Genius Club. He has embarked on the path of knowledge and vision. In a sense, he is a genius recognized by the Star God."

That is the biggest reason.

That's the whole reason.

"Never mind, do you have any tasks for me, big brother? You mentioned the Layton Group before, do you want me to do something?" Mu Kange shook his head, regained his composure, and asked.

Ling Hao nodded and tossed Mu Kange's action plan to him, saying, "Although it's all organized at once, I've set it to update on a schedule, so you can only see the current version."

Ling Hao will stay in the virtual universe permanently, because the virtual universe will allow him to meet more people, making it easier for him to manipulate the general trend and control the Neap civilization.

Chess players don't appear on the chessboard.

Just like that interstellar collector wasn't Zhi Mi, or even knew Zhi Mi.

There are no word games here. There is no situation where someone knows Liangchen but doesn't know Zhimi. Their pride as members of the Genius Club dictates that they would not do such a thing.

However, to Mu Kange's surprise, along with the action plan came a drop of blood, a drop of blood from Ling Hao's body, a drop of blood powerful enough to kill Mu Kange.

This drop of blood contains 602 trillion... microorganisms of Ling Hao!

The human body is not a self-sufficient island, but rather a complex ecosystem and a vast society. Therefore, it is normal for Ling Hao to have microorganisms in his body, and Mu Kange also has them, but the difference is too great.

It should be noted that the strength of microorganisms is usually only one level lower than that of psionicists outside the Void Realm. For example, each of the microorganisms in Mu Kange's body is only equivalent to a second-level Void Apprentice.

However, every microorganism in Ling Hao's body possessed strength approaching the level of a seventh-level Space Marine. Well, he had conveniently modified the microorganisms in his body while exhausting the possibilities.

The drop of blood landed on Mu Kange's pineal gland, transforming into a symbol of the All-Seeing Eye. This puzzled Mu Kange greatly, so he asked, "Big brother, why?"

Ling Hao approached Mu Kange, placed his left hand on his cheek, and said softly, "Yes, I have a way to prevent you from encountering that kind of danger, but, Kang, forgive me, I want to vent."

Gogol, ten to the power of one hundred.

The mere mention of this organization is already incredible.

"Is it related to Huang Cheng and the others?" As Ling Hao's loyal follower, Mu Kange could only think of Huang Cheng and the others as the only ones who could make Ling Hao say things he wanted to vent his emotions and make irrational choices.

Ling Hao smiled without saying a word, and simply nodded silently.

"Big brother, if it makes you happy, please make these irrational choices more often!" Mu Kange replied firmly.