Cultivate a black technology god

Chapter 174 Another Explosion

According to the logic of Han Yuanchao and their technicians, this Elizabeth is the embodiment of artificial intelligence and plays a very important role in the dream.

This role allows players to immerse themselves in the plot of the game and find it hard to extricate themselves.

Whenever players question the virtual world and start to resist, an important role played by artificial intelligence will appear on the stage to guide the player into the next plot and let the player continue to sink.

Judging from the players' memory diaries, these characters are described as unexpected passers-by in life.

They also subconsciously understand that the appearance of this character is somewhat abnormal, but there is always a force that confuses them and prevents them from thinking deeply.

In order to continue to understand the code of conduct of artificial intelligence, Xia Zhi continued to read:
"We are two childhood sweethearts, the age difference is less than one year.

And needless to say, there was never an altercation between us.

There has always been an atmosphere of harmony between us, and differences and differences in character have even brought us closer.

Elizabeth is quiet and focused;

But I tend to be passionate, always more focused on the research of things, and a fanatical thirst for new knowledge.

Elizabeth likes to wander in the creation of ethereal poems and revel in the beautiful and majestic scenery of her Swiss hometown - including the majestic rolling mountains, the changing four seasons, sometimes sudden storms, sometimes silence and tranquility, and the tranquility of winter. There are also Alps where the summer is full of vitality.

When she was intoxicated by the majestic appearance of all things in nature, I was keen to explore the essential laws of the world.

The world has always been a mystery to me, attracting me to explore, to discover.

The great curiosity, the enthusiasm to try to uncover the hidden laws of nature, and the ecstasy after unraveling the mystery, these are the earliest emotional waves of my childhood, which I can still remember.

After the birth of my parents' second son, my brother who was seven years younger than me, my parents gave up the traveling lifestyle completely and settled down in their hometown.

We have a house in Geneva, and a country house in Bergeville, on the eastern shore of Lake Geneva, three miles from the city.

We mostly lived in that country house, and our parents lived mostly in isolation.

I, on the other hand, deliberately avoided crowds and only kept close relationships with a few people.

So I have a normal relationship with most of my classmates, but I have established the closest friendship with one of my classmates.

Henri Clerval was the son of a merchant in Geneva, endowed with outstanding talents and a great imagination.

He likes to explore, hard-working and even adventurous.

He read chivalrous sagas and romance novels, wrote heroic odes himself, and began to write many myths and legends of magic and chivalry.

He also tried to make us play plays and go to masquerade balls;
The characters are based on the heroes of the battle of Rongseval, the Knights of the Round Table under King Arthur, and the knights who took the Holy Sepulcher back from the pagans on the bloody battlefield.

I am afraid that no one's childhood can be happier than mine.

My parents are kind and generous, and never force us to do what they want. On the contrary, they create all kinds of happiness for us, and we enjoy it.

When I visited other people's families, I realized more deeply how lucky I was, so I became more grateful and filial to my parents.

My temper is sometimes irritable and impulsive.However, due to the guidance of certain characteristics of my personality, my enthusiasm and fanaticism did not develop into the pursuit of childish things, but transformed into a motivation to learn, but I do not treat all knowledge equally.

I admit that grammatical structures, national codes, and political conditions in various countries have no attraction for me.

Instead, the mysteries of the universe were what I was eager to learn.

All I can think about is whether the essence of heaven and earth is reflected in the external forms of existence of things, or whether it is the inner spirit of nature and the mysterious soul of human beings;

Moreover, I wanted to seek the supernatural secrets of this world, or, in its highest form, the physical secrets of its existence.

At the same time, Clerval was busy studying the moral connection between things, such as the stages of life, heroic virtues and human behavior.

His hopes and dreams were to be like those rangers and explorers in saga.

In our harmonious family, Elizabeth is like a holy lamp illuminating our souls.

She is connected with our hearts, her voice and smile, and the sweet look in her flawless eyes, are there to bless and inspire us all the time.

She is a living angel of love, attracting us and comforting us.

I could have grown more and more dull in my studies, and my impulsive personality would have made me more and more impetuous, but she reined in my bad tendencies and made me as suave as she was.

As for Clerval - it may not be that any evil thoughts corrupted his spirit, but if Elizabeth had not shown him true kindness and love, and made him consider charity as his ultimate goal, he might not have become The perfect person as he is now, so generous, kind, understanding, full of kindness and tenderness while passionately pursuing adventure.

Whenever I recall my childhood, I always feel unspeakably happy.

It's a pity that since then, misfortune has begun to stain my heart, and ruined my bright future, which was originally promising, in the dark and narrow self-centeredness.

In addition, in describing my early experiences, I shall also mention some incidents, which later, step by step and unconsciously, led me to the abyss of misery.

Because when I discovered that those terrible, fatalistic fanaticism had just risen in my heart, that kind of fanaticism was just like a stream in a mountain stream, intermittent, disappearing and appearing, but slowly in the end, it turned into a raging stream. The surging torrential river washed away all my happiness and hopes without a trace.

Natural science is the main factor in determining my destiny.

So, in this autobiography, I also want to talk about what made me obsessed with that science.

When I was 13, my family went on vacation to the thermal baths near Sonnen.

At that time, a sudden storm trapped us in the hotel.

In the house, I stumbled upon a volume of Cornelius.

Agrippa's writings.I just flipped through it casually at first, but the theories the author tried to explain and some wonderful facts he listed soon turned my original cold mood into a kind of ecstasy, as if a strange spiritual light shone into my mind. Average mind.

I told my father with great joy what I had discovered, but he glanced casually at the cover of the book, and said: "Ah, Cornelius Agrippa! My dear Victor, don't waste time on That's it, he's talking nonsense."

If my father had not been so dismissive at the time, but had been willing to spend some time explaining to me that Agrippa's theory had been completely overturned, and scientists had introduced a modern scientific system that was much more powerful than the old theoretical system, Because the old theoretical model was just castles in the air, and the new theoretical model is based on facts and empirical evidence - then my curiosity will definitely be satisfied and I will throw away the book of Cornelius Agrippa On the one hand, I devoted myself to my original research with greater enthusiasm.

And if that were the case, my thoughts wouldn't even be producing the fatal impulses that would ultimately lead me to destruction.

But my father's hasty glance made me feel that he had no idea what the book was talking about, so I continued to read it greedily.

The first thing I did when I got home was to find out all the writings of Cornelius Agrippa, namely Paracelsus and Albertus Magnus.

I read with avidity and delight the works of these writers, who to me are like treasures unknown to others.

I have described myself as having always harbored a desire to penetrate the mysteries of nature.

Despite the hard work and great discoveries of contemporary scientists, I have never been satisfied with it.It is said that Ai
Sir Sack Newton once said frankly that he felt like a child picking up shells on the edge of a vast and unexplored ocean of truth.

And those successors of Sir Newton who continued to study in different branches of the natural sciences, as well as those scientists I have known, even from my child's mind at that time, were all shellfish. beginner.

Those uneducated farmers can also grasp certain laws of nature and use them by observing the environment, and the most knowledgeable scientists do not know more than farmers.

Scientists have only uncovered part of the true face of nature, but nature is endless and always remains a mysterious mystery.

Scientists may be able to analyze, dissect, and name various phenomena, but this does not touch the essential factors of nature at all, let alone the ultimate essence. Even some more superficial and superficial factors, scientists are also a ignorant.

In the past, I just stared at the fortresses and ravines that prevented people from truly entering the mysterious palace of nature, complaining to modern science in an annoyed and ignorant manner.

But I have owned several books by authors who have seen the world more deeply and know more.

I regard every word they say as a classic and become their most loyal believer.

It seems inconceivable that such a thing should have happened in the eighteenth century, but when I was educated at the schools in Geneva, I was largely self-taught in the subjects I loved.

My father was not highly scientifically literate, so there was no one to guide me out of my childish blindness and put my thirst for knowledge as a student to good use.

So under the tutelage of my new mentor I devoted myself to the study of the crystal ball and the elixir of life, the latter soon absorbing my full attention.

Wealth is of secondary importance to me, but what an achievement it would be if I could render man free from disease and invulnerable to any injury but death!
That's not all I'm thinking about.

Some of my favorite authors also boldly claimed that they could summon ghosts, an ability I most desperately sought.

Moreover, even if my spells never succeeded, I always blamed my lack of skill or other mistakes. I never doubted whether my mentor was genuine.

In this way, for a period of time, I immersed myself in these overturned theories. I used my fanatical imagination and naive reasoning to mix thousands of contradictory theories together, and then pretended to understand. Struggling hopelessly in the quagmire of a pile of patchwork knowledge, until an unexpected event changed my mind again.

When I was 15, our family moved back to our old house by Lake Bergevi, where we witnessed one of the most horrific torrential downpours.

Torrential rain was coming towards us from behind the Jura Mountains, and thunder was blasting above us from all sides.

All the while, I watched the storm with curiosity and excitement.

I was standing at the door when suddenly I saw a flame go up from a beautiful old oak tree about twenty yards from my house.

By the time the blinding fire had died down, the oak had disappeared, leaving only its splintered stumps in its place.

The next morning, we went out to look at the oak tree, and found that the way the oak tree was split was very special.

Instead of being shattered by lightning, it was completely blown to pieces.I have never seen anything destroyed so completely.

Previously, I was not ignorant of the principles of electricity, which are more obvious than this.

When this thunderstorm occurred, a gentleman who had considerable experience in natural science research happened to be with us.

Excited by this disaster, he explained to me his theory of electricity and galvanism.

His new theory was such a revelation to me that it overshadowed Cornelius Agrippa, Paracelsus, and Albert Magnus, the masters of my imagination.

But this may be my doom.

After the theories of these people were subverted, I was no longer willing to engage in the original natural science research.

It seems to me that everything can only ever remain a mystery.Things that had occupied my mind for such a long time suddenly became useless.

Perhaps because of the peculiar characteristics of young people who are capricious and fond of the new and dislike the old, I immediately abandoned my previous studies, belittled the natural sciences and all their achievements as deformed and premature lives, and regarded them with great contempt as mere so-called Science can never be on the hall of truth.

In this emotional and psychological state, I began to study mathematics and related subjects again, because I thought these subjects had a solid and solid foundation and were worthy of my consideration.

Our souls are very peculiar, and the slightest difference between them determines whether our life path will lead to glory or destruction.

As I look back now, the miraculous change in my inclinations and wills at that time seems to have originated from the point of the patron saint in my life-this was my patron saint. A catastrophe that is already hanging over my head, ready to engulf me at any moment.

The divine efforts were successful, and my heart was filled with an unusual tranquility and joy, after I had given up those studies which had once again tormented me.

What the gods want to show me is that doing these studies means evil and giving them up means happiness.

The efforts of the gods, though powerful, did not last.Fate cannot be defied, and its unalterable laws doom me to a terrible disaster. "

(End of this chapter)