novelsite Chapter 39 Reality is an isolated island
Chapter 39 Reality is an isolated island
"Even now, do you still think they're just a string of code?" Seeing everyone's expressions, Meng Shisan immediately said in a serious tone, "When code has its own independent consciousness and demands, what's the difference between it and you and me?"
If you continue to view them with the same old mindset, you will inevitably be the ones who suffer when you encounter them in the future.
After he finished speaking, everyone fell into deep thought.
Indeed, when code develops its own consciousness, it can no longer be simply regarded as a string of code.
"By the way, Thirteen," Xie Linyuan said when everyone was deep in thought, "I suspect that Beidou Chen may be from the same place as us."
Because what he said always made sense to me and the world we came from.
"Yes, yes, yes." Hearing him say that, Lu Ping quickly added, "I have the same feeling. Although my memory is a bit confused, I'm sure of one thing: many of the things that guy said highly overlap with my confused memories."
"What surprised me the most wasn't actually that," Xie Linyuan continued. "What really surprised me was that this guy didn't try to hide anything at all."
It was as if he didn't care at all whether we knew these things or not.
Even many of his words triggered memories of the past for us.
At first, Meng Shisan also thought so, believing that Bei Douchen might come from the same place as them.
But after Xie Linyuan finished speaking, he was also shocked. Yes, just now his memory seemed to have become a little loose.
I also have some memories of things that happened before I traveled through time.
Yang Jiu, who was standing to the side, also stood up at this moment and said, "Yes, yes, I just remembered a lot of things, but my memory is too blurry. It always feels like the moon in the water or a flower in a mirror."
"You're a time traveler too?" Upon hearing him shout this, Lu Ping immediately looked over.
Yang Jiu was clearly taken aback: "What time travel?"
He genuinely didn't know.
"Wait, are you sure the memories in your mind don't belong to this world?" Xie Linyuan asked hurriedly.
Yang Jiu shook his head: "I don't know either. In short, it's just some strange memories, a jumbled mess, and I can't think about them too deeply. If I do, my head starts to buzz and hurt."
"Hoeing the fields at noon?" Xie Linyuan suddenly said.
"Sweat dripping onto the soil?" Yang Jiu blurted out.
At the same time, Cao Er and the others said, "Who knows the hardship behind every grain of rice on the plate?"
After he finished speaking, Cao Er and the others were stunned.
They looked at each other, and after a long while, someone finally asked, "What is this thing?"
But they weren't the only ones who were truly surprised.
Xie Linyuan and the others were practically speechless.
They were all dumbfounded.
So many people have time-traveled?
Even Meng Shisan was taken aback.
He hadn't noticed anything unusual about Cao Er and the others before.
Seeing this, Xie Linyuan pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "What I'm about to say might also be a bit unbelievable."
Upon hearing this, Meng Shisan immediately guessed what he wanted to say and remained silent.
Yang Jiu and the others looked at him with curiosity.
To be honest, they had no connection whatsoever before today.
"Perhaps we are not from this world at all, but rather we came from the same place," Xie Linyuan said. "To be honest, the poem you just recited came from our world."
"Hoeing the fields at noon, sweat drips onto the soil..." In our world, even a child of a few years old knows this.
But this is poetry, something that has never appeared in the memory of this world.
"Wait a minute," Yang Jiu interrupted, "What is time travel?"
"Right, what is time travel?" Cao Er and the others looked blank upon hearing this.
The concept of "time travel" does not exist in this world.
"When someone suddenly appears in another world, we call it time travel. Do you understand?" Xie Linyuan said. "To put it bluntly, we are not actually from this world; we have traveled from another world."
However, the memories of this world suppress our original memories, preventing us from truly recognizing ourselves.
"How can you be so sure that the so-called poetry wasn't forced upon us by those guys from Beidou Chen?" Cao Er, who hadn't said much until now, asked at this moment.
Upon hearing his question, Xie Linyuan, who had been focused on answering everyone's questions, suddenly fell silent.
Come again?
To him, this statement was as devastating as a nuclear bomb; as long as one used this logic to think about problems, everything else would become meaningless.
"Don't rush to conclusions. Don't forget about those guys." Seeing that he didn't speak, Cao Er walked over like an older brother and patted him on the shoulder to encourage him.
Xie Linyuan was so angry he wanted to curse, but he couldn't find a way to refute it.
"Thirteen, the children must have been terrified. Let's go check on them." Seeing that Xie Linyuan was no longer speaking, Cao Er immediately greeted Meng Shisan and then left with Yang Jiu and the others.
Their minds were actually in a mess right now.
What happened today is more absurd than anything they've ever experienced in their lives.
After walking a distance, Yang Jiu said, "I think what Xie Linyuan said makes a lot of sense."
"So what if it makes sense?" Cao Er shook his head. "Winston and those guys weren't wrong about one thing: from today onwards, no one can be trusted."
Yang Jiu, remember this: from now on, don't trust anyone, including me and Thirteen. I know you and Thirteen get along, but this world has changed; it's become unfamiliar.
Yang Jiu fell silent. He knew Cao Er was right, but he couldn't accept it.
If there is not even a trace of trust between people, what is the difference between them and isolated islands?
Mutual suspicion, distrust, and mistrust inevitably lead to an unpredictable outcome.
Standing there, Meng Shisan watched Cao Er and his group depart, sighed deeply, and said, "Perhaps his choice was right."
Cao Er's thoughts were already a guess, and with the steamed bun as evidence, he had a clear judgment.
"It's getting late. Everyone must be tired today, so let's get some rest."
With that, Meng Shisan carried Er'er and headed alone towards the wasteland.
Yes, he's going to the wasteland.
It's not that he's afraid these people will hurt him; he's not afraid of that.
But he was afraid these people would hurt Er'er.
A group of people watched Meng Shisan walk alone out of the base, remaining silent for a long time.
"He doesn't trust us either?" Xie Linyuan asked blankly, his confidence shaken by Cao Er's words.
He was truly feeling frustrated at that moment.
I've never felt so frustrated in my life.
"He's worried that someone might harm Er'er," Yan Zhiyu said, letting out a soft sigh.
Regardless of whether all of this is a conspiracy by Beidou Chen and his group, Er'er is indeed in the most dangerous situation right now.
Just as Meng Shisan reached the entrance of the base, he turned around and saw everyone looking at him blankly, so he laughed heartily.
"Now that things have come to this, I won't hide anything anymore."
I have neither trust nor doubt towards you.
But for me, Er'er's safety is paramount.
Did you all think we were safe after Winston and his gang shut down everyone's backdoors?
impossible.
I don't mind using the most malicious thoughts to speculate about anyone; I've even wondered if they're making deals with some of you.
But I still want to say something.
From today onward, do not trust anyone, including me.
Before making any decision, think carefully about whether it is in your best interest.
There's no need to feel embarrassed.
Once the seed of doubt is planted, this is the inevitable outcome.
In the future, as long as any decision you make is in your own best interests, I can understand even if you want my life.
After all, everyone looks out for themselves.
This statement is useful at any time.
Although it's a bit cold-blooded, it's still better than being used by others and doing things that harm others without benefiting oneself, right?
Trust was destined to be torn apart after Winston and his ilk appeared.
As for whether it can be rebuilt, who knows?