Chapter 67 Fantasy Dream

  Looking at Lu Yu through virtual reality, he looked like a brain in a vat described in science fiction works, and was horrified for a while.

  Speculation on world cognition has always been a hot topic in the field of philosophy, and the idea of ​​a brain in a vat has even been extended to many well-known science fiction movies.

  Although the role of the Dyson sphere has always been doubted, this civilization can successfully build this super project, and its level of civilization is beyond doubt.

  If a single unmanned spaceship reaches the blue star orbit, I am afraid that it will immediately exterminate human beings, right?

   In such a civilization, there is only one brain left in the end.

  The experts at Base Zero subconsciously thought that this was a process that must be experienced before uploading consciousness, but isn’t it too economical to use one brain for the entire civilization?

  The question of carbon-based organisms does not affect the progress of electronic warfare in the slightest.

  How could the advanced artificial intelligence that has lost most of its computing power be the opponent of No. 7, but this time it did not delete the library and run away, but stayed here stubbornly.

   Behind is the meaning of existence, and there is no retreat for it.

   "Invaders. Annihilate!"

   "Protect the master."

  This artificial intelligence is already powerful enough, but it encountered a stronger No. 7, and a sophon computer that is one civilization level higher.

   Once relied on advanced technology to suppress the entire ethnic group, and now it is suppressed by higher technology.

   "It has been suppressed by me, and I can completely control it by hacking into its database!"

   In electronic warfare, you can always trust Number Seven.

  The suppressed artificial intelligence, No. 7 who wanted to hack into the database, and the human beings with limited observation conditions didn't notice a subtle abnormal discharge of the brain in the culture medium!

   "The Dyson sphere is just the first step!"

   "The next step is to gradually collect matter from outer stellar systems, and at the same time begin to control the speed of stellar fusion reactions, regularly clean up the matter accumulated in the core of stars, and prolong the life of stars."

   "All of this is for the continuation of civilization in the heat death era of the universe, I calculate..."

   Jia Yi is giving theoretical guidance on Dyson spheres to students, and now is the time for him to become famous!

  Dyson Sphere was completed under his auspices. In the civilized scientific community, he is the one and only authority. Government agencies are obedient to his requirements, and even any unconstrained ideas, as long as he is willing to set up a project, countless funds will be in place immediately.

  It seems that the entire civilization is pampering him alone, and all the grievances he suffered in his early years because he advocated the construction of the Dyson sphere have been compensated.

In order to build the Dyson sphere, the management organization under his name even once replaced the role of the government. Even so, after the completion of this super project, Jia Yi returned to the scientific research institution to lead students, and continued to move forward on the road of seeking truth .

   After all, the same family has had no scientific research results for nearly ten thousand years. The Dyson Ball almost relied on him to overcome all technical difficulties, and finally completed this super project after a long period of time with cryo-sleep technology.

  Although he faintly sensed something went wrong, the fact that everyone in the civilization couldn’t keep up with him almost ran through his life, so Ayi tried to train students by himself while doing his favorite scientific research.

   "They learn theory and practice very quickly, but it is extremely difficult to innovate. What is the reason?"

  Jiayi, who is a model teacher, has led students from class to class, but he can never find anyone who can break through his theory.

  As if the technology of the entire civilization was driven by him alone, such doubts slowly spread in his heart.

  However, on the day when the truth suddenly came, No one even appeared in front of him and asked him to choose the blue pill or the red pill.

  The students in the classroom turned into strings of green codes in front of their eyes, the whole world became empty, and the matter was even collapsing without warning.

  Reality collapsed right in front of his eyes, he [woke up] from his dream, and saw a nightmare reality.

  Where are there any students? How can any civilization thrive in a Dyson sphere?

  If you climb to the pinnacle of your life, you suddenly realize that it was just a dream, and you are just a person looking up at a ray of light in the mud.

  Will the deep despair brought about by the huge height difference completely break down the defense line of the soul?

   A, who no longer has visual organs, should not be able to see the outside world, or even realize that he has only one brain left.

  But it may be tens of thousands of years of brain in a vat, the residual biological nature allows him to evolve to convert neural signals into signals by himself.

   Moreover, he has to be a genius of the sky, able to gain control of the external machine in the gap between the intelligent life form and the advanced artificial intelligence.

  If this kind of abnormal thing can really happen, how could he still be controlled by artificial intelligence for tens of thousands of years?

   But it happened right before our eyes!

   And this abnormality is still spreading, so what if the brain in the vat regains consciousness?

  Whether it's No. 7 or artificial intelligence, it only needs to use a little computing power to suppress his consciousness back!

   As for what reality... what truth... there are tons of corresponding technologies to deal with such situations. For the brain in the vat, everything can be input and manipulated.

  This kind of small accident should not be a big problem. The short-lived miracle will soon disappear, and the reality you see when you wake up suddenly will become a dream.

  But No. 7 and the artificial intelligence seemed to be hit by a bug, they didn't make any moves, and watched all this happen.

   This is not right!

   Something is very wrong!

   Lu Yu, who witnessed the whole process through virtual reality, felt that the scene was incompatible with the reasonable reality.

  Number 7 may not understand what the brain in the nutrient solution means, can artificial intelligence A and II not understand?

  If Jia Yi’s consciousness is exposed to reality for a long time, what irreversible consequences will it cause if there is a huge gap between it and the beautiful fantasy?

   In front of his eyes, Jia Yi gradually understood everything.

  One's own vision... is the source of the destruction of the entire civilization. That is the civilization I love, the ethnic group I love.

  However, my lifelong pursuit has been realized by the Jiaer I created by myself. After all, it is not an illusion, but a real Dyson sphere!

  The super project built persistently for the sake of civilization has become a tomb that integrates the bones and blood of the entire civilization?

  A Yi continued to seize control of the mechanical tentacles surrounding the culture medium in a strange way, and said in his native language:

"Thank you."

   Certainly not to Lu Yu and Number Seven.

  Although Jia Er destroyed the entire ethnic group, he helped him realize his dream, even though it was so twisted and the price was so huge.

  Those mechanical tentacles pull out a spherical light ball from the base of the culture medium, wrap it around and hug it.

  That is the core of Jiaer, and I hugged it like this when I built it with my own hands.

  Not wanting to destroy it, but a truly grateful hug.

  After this hug... Jia Yi calmly chose death.

  In the culture medium, the mountain-like brains are crumbling.

  After all, he has not survived the reality that the civilization is broken and the ethnic group has become the cornerstone of dreams. He used death to fight against this fate, just like a long, long time ago, he also refused to extend his life because of the Dyson ball.

   A died.

  In other words, he is already dead, and he is just a remnant soul trapped in a beautiful dream, and now he is buried with tens of billions of compatriots in the Dyson sphere he once pursued persistently.

  This deformed dream, wrapped in a super project with a unit of measurement of 10,000,000,000 tons, turned out to be the most fragile and soft foam wrapped with the hardest shell.

   So much so that Lu Yu seemed to touch it lightly, and this Dyson ball civilization was so destroyed in the present.

  I thought I would be a friendly visitor, or a witness of a space war, but I didn’t expect to become a dreamer in the end.

  (end of this chapter)