Cultivate a black technology god

Chapter 175 The Beginning of Consciousness

Seeing this, Xia Zhi showed a puzzled expression.

There doesn't seem to be much about Elizabeth here, and he has never heard of the books mentioned by the player.

There also seems to be black magic in it.

Han Yuanchao seemed to have guessed what Xia Zhi was thinking again, he explained:
"Obtaining a person's most pious attachment requires breaking up and reshaping his original worldview. The more times he passes, the more players will question the past."

Xia Zhi said strangely:

"No, how could this player not believe in black magic that was prevalent in the [-]th century? It should have nothing to do with him just to defeat this worldview, right? He is also a person with modern education, and his worldview should be the same as ours. the same."

Han Yuanchao responded again:

"Mr. Xia, think about a scene in a dream when a person is dreaming. Will he remember how he appeared in this scene? For example, if you dream that you are sitting in a tavern on the street in the eighteenth century, you You definitely can’t imagine or think about how you ended up in this tavern. In your consciousness, your starting point is this tavern.”

Xia Zhi was taken aback, it seemed to make sense, and it reminded him of a movie he had watched: Inception, which also mentioned this theory.

It is this untraceable mechanism that makes it easy to sink.

Thinking of this, Xia Zhi gasped.

When players question themselves before playing the game, half of their bodies will be trapped in the virtual world.

Terrible artificial intelligence.

It was able to guide human consciousness to this level.

However, Xia Zhi still had some doubts about Elizabeth's role in it, so he asked about Elizabeth again.

Han Yuanchao took out another document and said:

"The player's diary is not finished yet, you continue to read it."

"Oh?"

"When I was 17, my parents thought I should go to Ingolstad University to study. Before, I had been studying in a school in Geneva, but my father thought that in addition to being familiar with the customs of the country, I also My education would be complete by knowing what is happening in other countries.

Although the date of my departure had been fixed long ago, the first misfortune of my life befell me before that day--it seemed to be a foreshadowing of my future misery.

Elizabeth contracted scarlet fever and became very ill.

During her illness, we have repeatedly prevented mother from looking after Elizabeth herself.

At first, mother reluctantly acceded to our entreaties, but when she heard that her most beloved child was dying, she could no longer control her anxiety.She came to Elizabeth's bedside to nurse her.

Her careful care finally defeated the vicious illness-Elizabeth was saved.

But the consequences of this indiscretion on the part of the mother were fatal to her body.On the third day, my mother fell ill.She had very severe symptoms in addition to a high fever.

The look on the faces of her paramedics clearly foreshadowed the worst.

When her mother was dying, she always maintained her best qualities - perseverance and kindness.

She took Elizabeth and me by the hand, "My children," she said to us, "my best hopes for future happiness rest in your union.

This expectation is now a comfort to your father.Elizabeth, my dear, you must take good care of my two little sons for me.

Alas, I am so sorry that I am leaving you.I have always been so happy, immersed in your love, isn't it too difficult for me to leave all of this now?But I shouldn't be thinking about that right now, I'm trying to face death with equanimity.

I wish I could see you in another world. "

My mother passed away peacefully, and even on her deathbed, her expression was so kind.

I don't need to describe how we feel when the closest bonds of family are torn apart by irreparable disasters; nor do I need to describe the emptiness in our hearts and the despair on our faces.

It took us a long time to gradually believe that our mother—the relative who gets along with us day and night, her existence has become a part of our life—has left us forever, and the bright light of her whom we loved so much His gaze dimmed forever; our familiar and intimate voice will never ring in our ears.

That's how we felt in the first few days.

But as time passed, the tragedy became more and more real, and that's when our misery really began.

But who has not been brutally snatched away by the god of death?So why am I still describing this feeling that everyone has felt and must experience?

There will come a day when sorrow is no longer an emotion that must be faced in life, but more like a willful emotion; there will be a day when the smile on our lips will return to our faces, even if it is possible Considered disrespectful to the dead.

Although my mother passed away, we still have our responsibilities. We must continue the course of life with other people and learn to think this way-we are so lucky that our lives were not taken away by death.

My study at the University of Ingolstad had been postponed due to my mother's death, but now it was brought up again.My father allowed me to leave in a few weeks.

In my opinion, it is really disrespectful to the dead to leave the mother's coffin in such a hurry, leave the loved ones, leave this house full of sorrow, and plunge into the noisy life.

This was the first time I felt such pain, but it did not in the slightest lessen my sorrow, and I did not want to leave my other kindred, and above all, I wished to see some consolation for tender Elizabeth. "

Seeing this, Xia Zhi looked up at Han Yuanchao.

Han Yuanchao nodded:
"After Elizabeth appears, the original relatives of the player will leave one by one, and Elizabeth will replace the most cherished position in the player's heart."

Xia Zhi frowned.

This artificial intelligence is cruel and terrifying, but deeply understands human nature.

He read on:

"Elizabeth tried to hide her grief and tried to comfort everyone.

She faces life calmly and takes up her responsibilities with courage and enthusiasm.

She took care of those whom she had called uncles and cousins ​​with all her love.

When she beamed at us with that sunny smile, we thought she had never been more charming.

In her efforts to make us forget our pain, she almost forgot her own.

The day of my departure came at last, and Clerval spent the last night with us.

He once tried to convince his father to let him go to school with me, but was unsuccessful.His father was a narrow-minded businessman who believed that his son's ambitions and ambitions were idle and self-defeating.

Henry was deeply saddened by the deprivation of his higher education opportunities.He was silent that night, but once he spoke, I saw in his bright, lively eyes a restrained but firm determination that he would never get caught up in business mundane.

We sat up late that day.

No one wanted to separate, nor could they bear to say "goodbye" to each other.

We finally talked, and pretended that we were going to sleep so we separated, and we all thought we had lied to others;

But at dawn the next day, when I went down to my carriage, I found them all waiting there—my father blessed me again, Clerval shook my hand again, my Elizabeth begged me to write more often, and Saying tender final goodbyes to her playmates and friends.

I got into the carriage that was about to take me on a long journey, with the most sentimental feelings in my heart.

I have always lived among relatives and friends, trying my best to make each other experience the joy of family and friendship.

But now I am alone.In the university I'm going to, I have to find new friends and protect myself.Before that, I lived away from the crowd and stayed at home most of the time, which made me very unaccustomed to get along with people with strange faces.

I love my brother, Elisabeth, and Clerval, these are my "old faces", but I believe that I don't get along with strangers at all.

These were all my thoughts when I first set off, but as the trip continued, my mood gradually brightened, and I gradually became full of hope for the future. I can't wait to learn new knowledge.

When I was at home, I often felt that it was difficult for me to close myself at home throughout my youth. I was very eager to enter the society and find my own place.

Now that my wish is about to come true, wouldn't it be silly for me to hold back?
I had plenty of time to think about this and that during the long and exhausting journey to Ingolstad.

Finally, the towering white spire of Ingolstad came into my eyes.

I got out of the carriage, was shown to a one-room apartment, and spent the evening as I wished.

Early the next morning, I submitted several letters of introduction and visited several important professors.

But by chance—or by some evil arrangement, the God of Destruction took hold of me when I left home with a heavy heart—sent me first to see Mr. Crampa, Professor of Natural Sciences. .

Mr. Crampa's language is a bit rough, but his study of natural science is indeed very deep.

He asked me some questions about my experience in several branches of natural science.

I answered him casually, and mentioned the names of the sorcerers with some disdain, saying that I mainly read their works.

The professor stared at me with wide eyes.He said, "You really spend all your time studying that crap?"

I answered him in the affirmative:

"every second!"

Mr. Crampa said excitedly:
"All the time you've wasted on these books has been lost, utterly! You've allowed your head to be filled with disproved theories and useless terms. My God! Don't you Live in the desert? Didn't anyone kindly tell you that all the whims you greedily indulge in are 1000-year-old and musty and rotten! I can't believe it, in our civilized, In the age of science, it is possible to find a follower of Albert Magnus and Paracelsus! My dear sir, you must start your studies from the beginning!"

As he talked, he walked aside and listed a list of works on natural science, which he wanted me to get.

Before letting me go, he also mentioned that starting next week he was going to give a series of introductory courses in the natural sciences, and that when he wasn't there, another professor would be teaching chemistry.

I didn't feel very depressed when I went back, because I have already mentioned that I have long dismissed the authors who were severely demoted by Professor Crampa;

But I really have no interest in continuing to study any subject related to natural science.

Professor Crampa was a little man with a husky voice and a hideous countenance;
Therefore, this professor did not interest me at all in the things he studied.Maybe I am thinking too philosophically, but I have already reached conclusions about natural science research very early on.

As a boy I was dissatisfied with the conclusions promised by contemporary professors of natural science.It is only because I am young and ignorant that the concepts are confused, and because I lack guidance in this area, I have taken the wrong path in the process of seeking knowledge, throwing aside the latest research findings, and trying to re-examine Pick up the forgotten alchemist's dream.

Furthermore, I am somewhat dismissive of the usefulness of modern natural science.My opinion would be quite different if the masters of science had been able to explore the mysteries of immortality and magical powers.

Although this view of mine may seem like wishful thinking, it is actually ambitious.But now things are going against my wishes. This professor is determined to crush those dreams of mine. As everyone knows, my interest in science is based on those dreams.

But now, I am asked to give up those brilliant dreams in exchange for worthless reality.

This is what I thought during the first two or three days of living in Ingolstad.During those few days, I mainly spent time familiarizing myself with the local environment and meeting new neighbors.

But as the second week began, I remembered the lesson that Professor Crampa had informed me about.I certainly wouldn't listen to this small, self-righteous professor preach to me, but I remember him mentioning Professor Waldman.

I haven't met him yet because he was out of town at the time.

Half out of curiosity, half because I have nothing to do, I walked into the classroom.After a while, Professor Waldman walked in.

This professor is nothing like his short colleague.He looked to be in his fifties, with a very kind expression on his face, his temples were a little gray, but the hair on the back of his head was still black.

He was not tall, but straight-backed, and had one of the most melodious voices I have ever heard.

He first briefly introduced the history of chemical research and the achievements of different researchers. When he listed the greatest inventors in history, his tone was full of passion.

He then gives a rough overview of the current state of the discipline and explains many of the basic terms.After several preparatory experiments, he made a concluding speech in which he admired modern chemistry so much that I will never forget it.

"The ancestors of the discipline," he said, "proclaimed that they could do the impossible, but they proved nothing to us. The modern masters promise very little. Immortality is nothing more than a dream. But it is these scientists whose hands can only stir in dirty things, and whose eyes are only fixed on microscopes and crucibles, are creating miracles. They have insight into the interior of nature and reveal to people the mysteries of how it works. They studied space and discovered the laws of blood circulation and the nature of the air we breathe. They have wielded new and almost infinite powers; they can control thunder and lightning in the sky, simulate earthquakes, and even Simulate the world that people can't see and the ghosts that live there."

These were the exact words of the professor—or, rather, the words of a ghost—that proclaimed my doom.As he spoke out there, I felt as though my soul were wrestling with a tangible enemy.

My body seems to have become a musical instrument, and every key is being struck one by one, making a buzzing roar.

Soon my brain was filled with an idea, a concept, a purpose.I—the soul of Frankenstein declare here—that those who came before me have achieved much, and I want to do even more, far more than they have done before.

I will follow in the footsteps of my predecessors and then open up a new research path to discover unknown powers and reveal the deepest mysteries of life to the world.

I didn't close my eyes that night, and my heart was always restless.

I feel that new orders will be born from this, but I can't grasp them now.

I didn't feel sleepy until dawn.

When I woke up, the gushing thoughts of last night were as unreal as a dream.

The only thing left in my mind was a decision--that I was going to resume my previous studies and devote myself wholeheartedly to a subject in which I believed I was extremely gifted.

I visited Professor Waldman that day.

His usual demeanor is even more kind and charming than in public, because when he lectures, he still has a bit of authority, but when he is in his own home, he is so kind and cordial.

I told him about my previous studies almost exactly as I had said to Professor Crampa.

He listened attentively to my statement, and when I mentioned the names of Cornelius Agrippa and Paracelsus, he smiled, but did not behave like Professor Crampa. Express contempt.

He said: "In fact, most of the theoretical foundations established by contemporary scientists are due to the tireless efforts of these people. It is precisely because they discovered and revealed a large number of facts that the work left to contemporary scientists is much simpler. That is, you only need to reclassify and name the facts they discovered according to their relevance. Although the efforts of these geniuses are erroneous, they have brought tangible benefits to mankind in the end without exception. .”

When he said this, there was no trace of self-righteousness or pretentiousness.

I listened quietly, and then told him that his lectures had dispelled my prejudice against contemporary chemists.

I spoke to him with the humility and respect that a young man should show his mentor, and I showed none of the inner drive that motivated my enthusiasm-the inexperience of life had made me Ashamed enough.I also asked him what books to read.

"I am very happy to accept you as a student," Professor Wadman said. "You have good talent. If you work hard, I believe you will succeed. Among the branches of natural science, chemistry has The greatest progress has been made and will continue to be so in the future.

It is for this reason that I have made it the subject of my special research.But at the same time, I did not neglect other disciplines.If a person only confines himself to this subject, he can only be a failed chemist.

If you want to be a real scientist, not just a small experimenter, then I suggest that you devote yourself to the study of various branches of natural science, including mathematics. "

Then he took me into his laboratory, explained to me the purpose of various devices, and instructed me which instruments should be configured.

He also promised me that I would be allowed to use his laboratory after I made enough progress not to break his equipment.

He also gave me a bibliography according to my request, and then I said goodbye and left.

Thus ended one of the most memorable days of my life.This day has decided my future destiny. "

(End of this chapter)