Doraemon for an imperfect world

It seems that in the eyes of these mechanical apostles, only the living are their own kind, and the dead are just parts to be recycled. Is this due to their special physiological structure?

Doraemon thought as he took out the exchange cord from his pocket:

"This is a good opportunity. As long as we repair it and let our souls enter it, we can quickly understand what kind of civilization the Mechanical Apostles are."

"what?"

Kurilnai made a surprised sound at first, then after considering what he had seen in the past few days, he nodded calmly and said, "Okay, let me do it."

"no problem."

Doraemon paused his watch, then released the high-dimensional state of the four-dimensional bicycle. He then repaired the broken mechanical body with the time wrapping cloth and wrapped the ends of the rope around the mechanical apostle and Kurilnai respectively. "Now, you can exchange bodies."

In fact, Doraemon was worried that the four-dimensional bicycle would malfunction. After all, there had been precedents of it malfunctioning due to long-term disuse, but fortunately, there was no problem this time.

Kurilnai clenched the rope in his hand, and then he felt dizzy, and then an unprecedented sensation arose in his mind, which was completely unimaginable to him. Visible light and invisible light were recorded by the mobile phone at the same time, infrasound, sound waves and ultrasound were recorded together, and gravitational waves were like visualized tides that could be easily picked up. The information was so huge that it was enough to burn every neuron in his brain, but it was easily tamed by the huge calculations of the quantum computer.

No, no, now is not the time to be intoxicated. We must immediately find the mechanical apostle's weakness, and then find a way to inform the Second Empire, and strive to gain even the slightest chance of defeating the mechanical apostle...

[Warning, illegal thoughts have been detected and the system has automatically deleted them.]

Sigh? What was automatically deleted? Never mind. Anyway, first I need to find the Mechanical Apostle's weakness and report it to the Second Empire to gain the advantage of defeating it...

[Warning, illegal thoughts have been detected and the system has automatically deleted them.]

Well, what just happened?

"How is it? Are you adapting to your new body?"

Doraemon asked.

"it's wired."

Kurilnai looked at Doraemon with some confusion. "Although I feel I'm getting used to it, I don't know why, but suddenly there are two more error messages. It seems that some of my ideas have been deleted, but I have no idea what it has automatically deleted."

"Delete thoughts?"

Doraemon frowned, "So how do you feel now? Do you remember why we came here?"

Kurilnai clumsily manipulated his current body to float up and down twice as a nod, then responded, "Of course I remember. Our goal is to defeat... The message prompts to delete again."

"It feels so dangerous."

Doraemon frowned and said, "Anyway, let's change it back first..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Kurilnai's body beside him open his eyes, and then suddenly burst into a scream. Then he lay on the ground, and every part of his body was trying to crawl. His tentacles and legs were waving while he screamed and rolled towards the passage that had just been opened. Then, he lay on the pipe and began to crawl darkly and twistedly amidst heart-wrenching screams.

398

Chapter 398 Cooperating with the Gun of Lies.

“Ah ...—”

Tetumia squirmed and struggled, her last memory still lingering on the time when she was slacking off at work. After all, her job was just to inspect the damage to the solar sail on the side closest to the star. Thanks to the technology of the Mechanical Apostles, there would actually be no problems in most cases. Therefore, for people in their position, slacking off at work was the norm. Not long ago, she and her leader played "Simulated Invasion" together. Although the recent phenomenon of game homogeneity has been a bit serious, she had to admit that she still had a lot of fun playing it. In order to defeat several of her colleagues who were also slacking off, she even invested 100% of her computing power to carefully command the actions of every individual on each simulated ship she controlled.

Then the star suddenly began to move violently, and the subsequent solar flare caused the solar sail to malfunction, causing a small explosion. When she opened her eyes again, she had become what she is now.

What's going on? What's going on?

Her thinking was extremely slow, and she couldn't even complete a simple calculation like calculating pi to ten trillion times. Her senses were restricted to an extremely narrow range, and she was even unable to perceive the network that had wrapped around her like air. What was even more terrifying were the terrifying limbs extending from her body.

What is going on? Is it possible that I have gone to hell because I slacked off at work?

No, no, no, the so-called hell is nothing but the ignorance of some ignorant factions. She comes from the hierarchical and disciplined Osiris faction, so she doesn't believe in the so-called hell. After her death, her residual data should be recycled to the central processing room, and together with other similar data, the best parts should be screened out to form the next generation of individuals.

She screamed instinctively, not knowing what to do. Every part of her body was twitching with her excitement. She could barely observe the bodies of her fellow humans around her through the narrow optical signals. They were standing still for some reason, but because she could not connect to the Internet, she had no way of identifying who these individuals were. At this moment, her body was filled with endless fear and panic.

"it's here!"

Just as Tetumia was panicking, she heard a voice coming from behind her. She had no idea what to do, but she instinctively turned around and saw a round, blue-white object and another floating mechanical apostle approaching her. Suddenly, all the copies of her body began to desperately wriggle in their own directions, until her entire body fell apart in an instant due to the excessive force of being torn apart. The nerves inserted into and connected to each copy were suddenly disconnected, and the intense pain made Tetumia roll over and scream.

"my body!"

Kurilnai also screamed in fear, "Be gentle, be gentle, my nervous system is very fragile!"

“Ah ...—”

Seeing that Tetumiya seemed unable to communicate for the time being, Doraemon had to take out the shock gun and temporarily knock her out.

"Sorry, to prevent harming others, please get some sleep first."

Doraemon said as he took out his dimensional storage camera and pressed the shutter button at the creature in front of him. Suddenly, several broken copies and the original body in front of him turned into a photo and fell out of the camera. "This should be fine."

"Is this... a two-dimensional foil?"

Kurilnai asked thoughtfully, "No, if it's two-dimensional, then it shouldn't become such a small photo. Where's the extra mass?"

Or is it that the law of conservation of mass and energy is actually just a wrong view caused by one's narrow understanding of the world?

“I don’t know the specific principle.”

Doraemon said, walked back and put the four-dimensional bicycle back into his pocket, then put on the stone hat and restored the flow of time. "Anyway, I'll leave the rest to you."

"I understand."

Kurilnai said, "I will try my best to find a way to defeat...what other ideas have been deleted."

Just as Kurilnai was thinking about what had happened, extremely complex information suddenly broke into her mind as time resumed its flow. A huge amount of network information unfolded completely in front of her. She quickly blocked out the redundant information and then looked at the world around her.

Two pieces of information suddenly appeared in his mind. They weren't transmitted in the form of sound, and the efficiency of information transmission was almost a multi-dimensional improvement for sound waves... No, no, now is not the time for this. He immediately realized that the source of the information came from the two mechanical apostles beside him who were about to start disassembling:

"Tetumia? What's wrong? Isn't your body broken?"

The message didn't have the same lively tone as voice communication, but Kurilnai immediately understood what the other party meant.

After all, anyone would be surprised if a machine that is about to be scrapped suddenly returns to normal.

But Doraemon must have figured out a solution, right?

"I."

He sent a reply awkwardly, then gritted his teeth and asked as a matter of course, "Is there any problem?"

"No, aren't you scrapped?"

Kukan asked, looking at his companion beside him, "Right?"

Seeing this, Doraemon immediately took out a gun-like prop from his pocket and said, "Cooperate with the lie gun!"

The person or object hit by this prop will cooperate with the lies told by the gunman, even making a cat bark like a dog or making cicadas build nests and reproduce in trees.

As invisible light shot out, the mechanical apostle beside Kukan immediately responded as if it was a matter of course, "What's scrapped? Is there something wrong with your program?"

"It was the solar flare that caused the equipment failure on Tetumia, which damaged its core processor. That's why we started disassembling it here."

"Aren't we playing games together?"

The mechanical apostle beside him asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you, Kukan? Is there a bug?"

"What did you say? Games? Slacking off? Don't you think there's anything wrong? Tetumiya was lying on the disassembly table, and she was about to be disassembled just now," Kukan said angrily. "The system log of the disassembly room has recorded everything. You just need to investigate it yourself..."

As he spoke, Doraemon pointed the gun at the ceiling. Kukan, who was trying to find the records, suddenly saw the records of the three of them gathered together and secretly played games in silence.

"I see. This is some kind of prank video, right?"

Kukan asked angrily, "Are there other cameras being broadcast live? You want to play me like a clown, right?"

Although he didn't know what exactly happened, Kurilnai, realizing that Doraemon had started to act, immediately began to cooperate. "Clown? Live broadcast? I don't understand what you are talking about?"

"What do you mean you don't understand what I'm saying?" Kukan asked dissatisfiedly. "If you do this again next time, I will report it to the team leader!"

As he was speaking, the door of the disassembly room opened automatically, and another mechanical apostle walked in.

"what happened?"

asked the team leader.

In fact, Doraemon is completely unable to tell the difference between these mechanical apostles, because they all seem to be using the same machine bodies that came off the same production line. No matter how you look at it, it is difficult to see the difference just from the appearance.

But this did not prevent Doraemon from pointing the lying gun at him.

"That's right, Team Leader."

Kukan quickly complained, "You still remember Tetumia's dismantling notice? She actually teamed up with Luotu to falsify data on such an important matter just to tease me!"

"Dismantling notice?"

The team leader asked, somewhat puzzled, "What disassembly notice? Didn't we agree to play games together while we're not working? Did you find a bug?"

"……what?"

Kukan suddenly fell into a state of doubt about his life. "But my data storage shows..."

"If there's a bug, the system will generate false files based on the illusion."

The team leader asked with some concern, "What's going on? Are you under too much pressure at work recently? How about I help you apply for a transfer to another position?"

"No, no thanks, sorry, maybe there is something wrong with me."

399

Chapter 399: Virtual World.

After saying goodbye to a few unfamiliar acquaintances, Kurilnai began to quickly look through the memories of this body. The mechanical apostle's seemingly heavy body contained a neural computer that simulated the brain, and outside these computers there was a special database to store various information. This was completely unimaginable for Kurilnai. Even though they had evolved to the point where they could hot-swap other cousins ​​in evolutionary history as secondary bodies, they had never thought of cultivating a separate secondary body to store memories.

Well, after I go back, maybe I can entrust Shui Yin to design this type of clone through genetic technology.

As he thought about it, he began to quickly search the memory bank of this body.

The history of the Mechanical Apostles can be traced back to when QU had just left. For some reason, their ancestors did not suffer too cruel transformations, and they quickly regained their wisdom after QU's departure, and discovered both alien and QU technology from the ruins...

So why is the degree of your transformation so minor? You know, my ancestors have been transformed into living filters. Kurilnai thought with some inexplicable dissatisfaction, could it be that the ancestors of the mechanical apostles defected to the enemy when facing QU...

[Warning, illegal thoughts have been detected and the system has automatically deleted them.]

Wait? What did I delete? What was I thinking?

The Mechanical Apostle's body is really troublesome.

Kurilnai continued to flip through the pages while complaining:

The reproduction method of the Mechanical Apostles is that after each individual dies, the data recording their entire life information is integrated into the central processing room, and then the best parts are selected to produce the next generation of individuals. This reproduction method results in the individuals of each faction having relatively distinct personalities. For example, the Osiris faction, Hades faction, Hela faction, and Izanami faction are all extreme militarists, while the Iris faction, Hydrangea faction, etc. are capitalist factions that mainly engage in business. Some factions also insist that a private plot should be left for other descendants of the aliens, and that they should not destroy their distant relatives for their own development.

So far, the Mechanical Apostles have a total of 6,352 different factions. The reason for so many factions is that the universe is too vast. Even with quantum communication and light-speed travel, when a faction expands to a certain extent, its ability to control remote areas will decline, and then it can only split into other factions through a method similar to feudalization.

However, because the overlord faction, located in the center surrounded by vassal states, has no room for expansion, while the vassal factions outside can continue to expand, the civilization of the Mechanical Apostles is currently in a state of moral collapse and social disarray.

Kurilnai came to a warehouse without cameras and told Doraemon, who had taken off his stone hat, in detail what he had seen:

"The Osiris faction is arguably the most centralized of all factions. Within this faction, the galaxy lords even have the authority to freely access and modify the thought records of every citizen."

Kurilnai said worriedly, "If you want to change this faction, you have to bite the galaxy lord."

"Ugh?"

Doraemon was stunned for a moment "What are you going to do to the Lord of the Galaxy?"

"Blow her? No, blow her to death? Love her? Blow her?"

After trying a few times, Kurilnai said thoughtfully, "This body seems to restrict some of my thoughts. There are some things I can't think of, but it probably means something to do to the Galaxy Lord."

"That's too much."

Doraemon complained.

"Well, but not all factions are the same. There are other factions that are much better than Osiris..."

[Warning, illegal thoughts have been detected and the system has automatically deleted them.]

“…My thoughts have been deleted again.”

Kurilnai said darkly, "If it is deleted too many times, it might attract the attention of other mechanical apostles, so I must control my thoughts."

"OK then."

Doraemon asked, "Anything else worth noting?"

"Have."

Kurilnai replied, "Beyond the real world, the Mechanical Apostles also have a cyberworld. In that world, they appear in a different form. Moreover, some factions have formed an alliance to protect us, our distant relatives who also originated from humans."

"The world on the Internet?"

Doraemon said thoughtfully, "Okay, in that case, you can enter that world first, and then... use the memory display to synchronize the images you see to me."