I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

In some ancient science fiction movies, some humans living in pain would be extremely envious of artificial intelligence.

Because artificial intelligence can choose what to remember and what to forget.

People can't do that, they can only be trapped in pain and unable to extricate themselves, relying on time to wash away the memory bit by bit, and stronger and stronger willpower to resist the pain.

But when Chen Feng, as a human being, really had the ability to selectively "forget", he suddenly realized that forgetting itself is actually a kind of pain.

The process of letting go of memories is inherently painful.

Good memories represent the happiness he has experienced. There are many names in these memories that he cannot forget - Zhong Lei, Tang Tianxin, Fatty Ou, Brother Hu, Lin Datou, Ou Qinglan, and grandpa Chen Mo.

And many pieces of life that he regarded as treasures.

Bad memories represent his growth. There are many scenes that he does not want to recall but cannot forget. But it is precisely because of the pain he has experienced that he can become what he wants to be and what mankind needs him to be. people.

Happiness makes people cheer up, and setbacks make people learn to grow.

As long as it is memory, no matter whether it is good or bad, it cannot be easily let go. It is Chen Feng's precious wealth, even more important than knowledge.

If you forget the knowledge, you can learn it again.

He forgot about life, and if he couldn't get it back by himself, then he really wouldn't have the chance to experience it again.

Chen Feng has experienced ten rebirths, but the life he experienced each time, whether it was a thousand years ago or a thousand years later, was different and could not be replicated.

His subconscious will tell him that his existence is based on memory, and the process of discarding memory is a slow, bloodless suicide, as if a person is peeling off bit by bit with a rusty little dull knife. My own flesh and blood.

Chen Feng actually had a plan ready.

Even if he ultimately failed to read the stacked memory symbols and could not retrieve his own memory, there would still be a copy over there in the stars.

But the nature of the backup of stars and the memory symbols are actually completely different.

The stacked memory symbols contain his own thinking characteristics, and quantum laws can be seamlessly connected with his thinking.

His process of absorbing memory symbols is like a person who has lost his memory due to a cerebral thrombosis and regains his memory after slowly unblocking his blood vessels.

If Fanxing transmitted backup information to him, or if he quickly browsed Fanxing's backup "documents" himself, it would be like watching a movie.

That's the perspective of the spectator.

Chen Feng knew very well that even if he made crazy self-suggestions, the protagonist of this movie was himself. No matter how strong the fantasy of immersion was, he was still deceiving himself.

Before making this decision, he thought it would be a simple matter to let go of the past. He might be a little disappointed, but the problem wouldn't be too big.

But when he was about to draw the first stroke of the complicated stacked memory symbols that represented the knowledge he had learned in recent years, something in his heart suddenly broke.

Obviously what was thrown away was only "irrelevant" knowledge, but there was still pain in my heart, like a tree being eaten by termites.

This was a strange situation that he could not tell anyone about and could not find any reference in history.

He is the first and only person in human history to quantize the complete black hole of human thinking, and then re-instill the underlying personality back into a new body like transferring data on a computer hard drive.

At this time, he was roaring crazily in his heart.

He didn't want this, but he couldn't help it at all.

In order to avoid causing interference to Chen Feng, Fanxing had already withdrawn her quantum network scanning signal, completely cutting off the connection between the two.

Chen Feng didn't even have a listener.

After enduring endless pain for a long time, Chen Feng slowly regained consciousness and his virtual vision refocused.

Chen Feng's "soul" looked up into the endless darkness, breathing heavily.

Although panting was actually useless, the habitual thinking he had developed when he had a body made him feel a little more relaxed.

"This can't go on like this."

"Shouldn't I have expected this level of difficulty?"

"It's nothing difficult, just stay calm."

"I can, I definitely can."

"I can definitely get my memory back."

"The loss now is for the better gain in the future."

…

Chen Feng was like a child climbing over the wall for the first time, constantly encouraging himself with such seemingly childish language.

At this moment, he has no one to rely on.

But the more he was in this situation, the more stubborn he became.

Until now, the only person who could stay with him and directly help him before he died in battle was basically only one person.

More often than not, he had to face all the enemies alone.

He's used to it.

After a long time, Chen Feng finally stopped breathing, his eyes became clear and his eyes became firm.

He moved his head and began to reimagine the information in his mind.

In front, the first meandering ink marks were filled in the framework of complex symbols that had been completely designed by Chen Feng, just like copying calligraphy.

At the same time, Chen Feng forgot all the knowledge systems he had mastered from 2600 to the present.

The quantum laws carrying his thoughts took a step forward along the axon in the drill's telescopic chain.

A real energy level particle floating at the forefront is also a quantum law like 1-bit binary data. It travels through an information channel connecting the virtual and the real, drips into the brain cells of the embryo, and then takes root like a seed.

In the next moment, the already "dead" embryo released an extremely subtle quantum entanglement interference for the first time in seven years.

Amplifying this interference countless billions of times, it can be roughly understood as human brain waves, or the bioelectromagnetic response released to the outside during the human body's internal circulation.

In the real-energy level scanner of the Original Genetic Research Institute, this entangled signal was infinitely amplified, and finally sounded with a loud bang in the many monitoring rooms of the institute.

Roar!

The institute is abuzz.

Countless people jumped up excitedly.

Some people's faces turned red and tears filled their eyes.

Some people's hands were shaking and their words were incoherent.

These researchers who are involved in the Morrowind Empire's highest level of confidentiality at present, and all of them are determined to die, know what this means.

That "dong" represents the heartbeat of the sage.

Almost at the same time, Yang Guoding's voice sounded in everyone's communicator.

"Everyone, be quiet and stay focused. The second stage has just begun. The embryo's 'heartbeat' does not mean it has been successful. I must emphasize that the sage has officially entered the thinking docking stage."

"This is the first and most important project in human history to return quantum thinking to the human body! When the embryo is born and the heart beats, it means that the sage has begun to enter the embryo. The subsequent process is neither reversible nor aborted! The sage has cut off His escape route. He put his life in our hands."

"I believe I don't need to emphasize the importance of the sage's life. It is related to the life and death of the empire, the entire civilization, and everyone!"

"Two hundred years ago, Dr. Sergey once said that scientific researchers are warriors wearing coats. This is our battlefield! Our final battle has begun! Our real enemy is not the compound-eyes, nor the real person behind the compound-eyes. Ominous, it is the fate of destruction!”

"Destiny is invisible and intangible. But it is waiting for us in the future. It will erase us, our families, hometowns, compatriots, and all traces of our past existence from the universe."

"Humanity will not sit still and wait for death! The sages, our predecessors, and us, after nine generations of hard work, finally opened a huge crack in the endless darkness. On the other side of the crack, there is another universe. .”

"In that universe, our descendants can sail carefree among countless galaxies, from the Milky Way to Andromeda, to the Sloan Great Wall, all the way to beyond the boundaries of the known universe! Our civilization will be in that universe Forever and ever!”

"But to get there, we need to use our own hands to shape our future destiny into what we want it to be."

"A soldier will never indulge in a little progress, and will always only look at the final mission. Relaxation means death and failure. So, do you understand what I mean?"

Yang Guoding's words are not profound. The meaning is very simple and even colloquial, but it is inexplicably penetrating people's hearts.

The people in the research institute were stunned for a moment, and then their faces slowly turned red.

More than ten seconds passed, the noise quickly cooled down, and everyone sat back at their workstations.

The atmosphere has changed significantly from before.

When people decided to stay, they relied on a reckless courage, and at work they relied on pure willpower, but now there is a deeper awareness in their expressions.

Lin La also heard Yang Guoding's words.

She was slightly surprised.

She knew Yang Guoding very well.

Although Yang Guoding is not taciturn, he is by no means an eloquent person.

His style of doing things is usually to talk less and do more, using actions instead of words, and rarely shows such explicit emotions in his words.

Most of these words did not come from him.

Lin La guessed the truth. This passage was indeed not Yang Guoding's. The real author was Fanxing.

The data of the stars contains the social ideologies of all galaxies and regions in the entire Morrowind Empire so far.

She has studied the lives of too many people, and can instantly retrieve the entire picture of anyone in the empire from birth to death from the Quantum Skynet database.

As early as the 21st century, humans have already invented the lie detector by combining micro-expression psychology, physiology and electromagnetism. Today, Fanxing's ability can be regarded as a super lie detector that is hundreds of billions of times more powerful.

After a large number of calculations in line with the basic laws of space-time topology, Fanxing grasped the main trends of the mental state and thinking patterns of everyone in the institute, and based on this, he carefully designed a speech for Yang Guoding.

The design of Fanxing has precise arrangements from the content of the words to the changes in intonation during the speech, and even the volume and sound that are most suitable for each different audience.

Yang Guoding was not a qualified speaker, so his performance was very average. He only talked about the content, but failed to achieve the cadence effect that Fanxing wanted.

This doesn't matter, after all, the sound needs to be relayed through the network from Yang Guoding's mouth to everyone's ears.

Based on the most suitable parameters for each different audience, Fanxing carefully processed Yang Guoding's tone and intonation.

The basic principles of the tone processing of Fanxing combine the classic techniques left by "Morrowind", Zhong Lei, Lu Wei and countless predecessors in the field of music and speech in human history.

Speeches touch people's hearts no less than music. Say the right words in the right tone at the right time, in the right environment, and the sound will become a war song that echoes in people's hearts forever.

This is the power of language, built on the power of words and sublimated by tone.

In fact, speech deeply integrates performing arts, literature and music, which can bring spiritual power to the extreme.

At this time, the content of the "speech" heard by everyone in the institute was the same, but the details were different.

Every word will coincide with the psychological needs of every institute staff.

Every trembling and ups and downs of the voice is like the rhythm in "Morning Wind", which has become a rhythm that can severely pierce people's heart defenses, and it is also a rhythm optimized point-to-point according to the characteristics of different people.

The finishing touch of Fanxing achieved its goal. Yang Guoding's sudden but accurately cut into mediocre speech became a "war song" that surpassed "Morning Wind" and was deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Chen Feng didn't know about the changes in the outside world. He just wrote a second stroke in the symbol.

He threw away another piece of knowledge.

Time goes by, and a year passes in the blink of an eye.

The corpse planet is still accelerating under the pull of worm type three, and has reached 7900 kilometers per second.

Chen Feng finally threw away all the knowledge he had except the common sense of life he had learned in the 21st century.

He had forgotten how the armor he had controlled in the past nine reincarnations worked, and why the spaceships he had ridden in could exceed the speed of light. He did not recognize the Corpse Planet, nor did he know what the dendrite drill that was absorbing him was. What state was he in now, but he still remembered that the symbol floating in front of him contained his own memory, and he knew how to repeat the previous operation, like a fishman pulling off his own scales to build a sculpture, perfecting the symbol step by step.

It was finally time for him to forget about people and things.

Freders' face flashed in Chen Feng's mind, and then disappeared, turning into a line in the symbol.

Chen Feng lost an important emotional anchor.

Unspeakable tearing pain burst into his heart.

He "passed out".

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was standing in a primeval forest covered with thick fog.

Looking up, I couldn't see the sky, only a vast white fog.

The sunlight cannot penetrate the fog, and can only vaguely reflect the hazy outlines of the surrounding things.

Looking down, the ground is full of weeds and mud, with snakes, insects, rats and ants passing by from time to time.

He turned around in a circle and vaguely found a path that seemed to be on the wrong side of the road, winding and leading deep into the forest.

Chen Feng tried to take a step forward. The clouds and mist rolled and the scenery changed drastically.

The place where he stood before was quickly covered by thorny vines, which completely covered him.

A piece of cloth was torn off his clothes and hung on a thorn vine.

There is no way back, only forward.

Chen Feng continued to walk forward, and another piece of clothing was torn off.

The road ahead was both clear and hazy. Although it was not clear to the naked eye, he knew in his heart that the destination was there. He was like a lonely ghost being led by invisible chains to the Naihe Bridge, or like a ghost in the forest. The young man who was lost in the middle of the road stumbled forward step by step.

Clothes torn by thorns are hung all along the way, which are signals used by lost travelers to mark the path they have taken.

Continuing to walk like this, Chen Feng was suddenly stunned and asked himself a question.

"Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going?"

After waiting for a long time, his sonorous questions and answers rang out in the forest.

"I am Chen Feng, from Hanzhou. I want to see my daughter."

I don’t know how much time has passed, and I don’t know how far he has gone.

He asked himself three questions again, but only gave one answer.

"I am Chen Feng."

At this time, two years and seven months have passed.

The eighteen Type 3 worms were still emitting flames and continued to advance toward the top of the Milky Way. The speed had reached 280,000 kilometers per second and was slowly approaching the limit of the speed of light.

The front end of each Worm III is covered with an umbrella-shaped shield, which absorbs or breaks down cosmic particles along the way.

Eighteen umbrella-shaped shields overlapped to protect the corpse planet behind.

But this protection is not thorough enough.

There are still countless particles that appear strangely "out of thin air" on the path forward of the corpse planet, slamming into the corpse planet hard.

The front surface of the planet is glowing with dazzling light under this violent collision.

In the universe, the total amount of real energy is actually constant in area, constantly being born and then destroyed in the gaps of the triple space.

The energy level contained in these extremely tiny real-energy particles is much lower than that of quarks and string waves.

When ordinary objects move, the existence of real energy particles cannot be sensed at all, because the real energy particles born out of thin air exist for too short a time.

When an object collides with it, the real energy particles are destroyed and disappear before kinetic energy exchange can occur.

But when the moving speed of matter reaches the speed of light, it will show obvious collision characteristics.

In fact, as early as the 20th century, humans had already found evidence of the existence of real-energy particles—the upper limit of the speed of light in vacuum.

It is the collision of real energy particles with light that limits the speed of light to 300,000 kilometers per second.

In light-transmitting materials such as liquid or glass, due to the increase in the density of large particles with real energy gathered into clusters, the density of real energy particles born in nothingness increases, further limiting the speed of light.

If there is no obstruction by real energy particles, in absolute vacuum, the theoretical upper limit of the speed of light should be infinite.

But the impact of real energy particles is not the thing that causes the greatest damage to the corpse planet.

The real killer is the interaction between the original three-dimensional space and speed.

The originally spherical corpse planet was forcibly elongated by the speed, like a ribbon-shaped meteor.

The Primitive Genetic Research Institute is located at the back end of the corpse planet and will not be impacted by real energy particles.

The shell material of the institute can also resist the high temperature radiated from the front.

At this time, the research institute, which was originally a disc shape, turned into a bullet shape.

If a bystander with clairvoyance observes the institute from the side, he will find that the people inside have turned into elongated "noodle men", and the instruments and equipment have also undergone significant deformations. The entire picture looks like the aspect ratio has been changed. The 4:3 picture is forcibly stretched to 100:3.

However, the people in the institute were completely unaware of it.

In the final stage, I have entered a state of isolation, and I rarely read the data in the book. Ahem, I'm sorry that I only saw the brother's leader now! ! ! !