Another Life: Elf Archer

2159, spring, country H.

Pascal and his friends stood outside an observation room, looking through the sealed glass window at the two young researchers busy inside.

The decorative style of this laboratory is to refuse to decorate the white walls, with gray floor tiles and black ventilation ducts directly exposed on the roof. The neatly arranged and orderly interlaced lines on the walls have become the only decoration in this small room. sexual lines.

In addition to the metal-colored instruments that are half-embedded in the wall, there is also a bullet-shaped healing chamber in the corner of the observation room. The flashing breathing light and the beating values ​​of the chamber display indicate:

There is a living person lying inside.

The two staff members were not busy around the healing cabin, but were carefully adjusting a thick and short vertical pole connected to it.The top of the pole is a glass ball, and the bottom of the pole is a metal box.

"They are going to connect to the optic nerve." Dr. Walton watched the movements of the two people carefully and said to his friends beside him.

"The child has been blind for so long, wouldn't it be good to directly receive strong light?"

Pascal did not find curtains in this observation room, and the two young researchers did not seem to have any intention of lowering the light in the room, nor did they bring anything that could be used to block light.

"Human beings' fear of bright light comes from the fragility of visual cells, and she is not really seeing with her eyes."

Dr. Walton paused slightly and answered casually, his tone full of incomprehension as to why this top neuroscientist would ask such a ridiculous question.

"You should just transfer to our project team. Those young people in Albert who are busy playing games will only waste your life." Walton complained.

Dr. Walton has only one evaluation of the virtual world that Albert and others have spent a lot of time and resources creating: useless.

Pascal smiled and didn't say anything more. He just looked at the vertical pole and frowned. His eyes fell on the health care cabin and he sighed slightly.

The glass ball is a person's eyes; the metal box is her mouth and ears.

In the hands of Dr. Walton, a man who extremely pursues function and practicality, the smart and beautiful eyes turned into a glass ball, and the girl's delicate ears and small mouth became an ugly iron box.

"Walton, you really need to cultivate your aesthetics." Pascal couldn't help but persuade.

"It's a waste of time," Dr. Walton pointed to the glass ball, "Don't look at that camera, which is small and inconspicuous, but it has very complete functions."

"Function" Pascal wondered, "what function"

"Unlimited viewing angles and focal lengths, both a microscope and a telescope, infrared scanning, ray scanning, ultrasonic scanning and magnetic field measurement, that little girl has superhuman eyes."

Walton introduced proudly, but then regretfully said:

"It's a pity that the nervous system adjustments for multi-threaded computing are not yet available. These functions are just toys for the time being. We need to see her adaptability before considering other issues."

Just as Pascal was about to speak, he saw the two people in the observation room suddenly high-fived and hugged each other, and both set their eyes on the glass ball.

Although they could not hear their conversation through the soundproof glass, just by looking at their smiles, Pascal knew that the optic nerve access had been completed.

The glass ball turned slightly. The two young men said something, and the glass ball turned 180 degrees to the left. The red light spot in the glass ball was facing Pascal and the two, and disappeared after a few seconds. above their line of sight.

"It seems like she's adapted well to this new vision." Walton was very satisfied.

Due to limitations of physiological structure, the range of human eyeball rotation is very limited. Under the influence of this physiological inertia, people who connect to mechanical eyes for the first time always cannot grasp this freedom, and it takes some time to adapt. Practice anti-human operations such as actively moving your eyes to a specific position behind or above.

even so

Walton looked at the glass ball that was spinning faster and faster in a chaotic direction. He looked at the glass ball that could accurately stop the red light spot in the center of his sight in front of the two of them no matter how it turned. He threw away those bad sequelae reports. The back of the head.

This is really good material.

He can't wait to upgrade and expand her with more powerful functions.

Pascal couldn't help but chuckle.

He seemed to see a naughty and lively little girl on the playful glass ball, excitedly playing with her new toy.

But the two young people in the observation room were startled by this scene. They were hurriedly checking various data, which caused the glass ball to look back slowly. They looked at this person, then that person, and finally stared at him. Touching the ground, it seemed that he didn't dare to move any more.

When Pascal and Walton stepped into the observation room, they saw such a scene like a child admitting his mistake. Of course, this only existed after Pascal completed the step of filling in the details in his mind.

"Are you two stupid? Why don't you turn on the radio and microphone?" Walton said angrily.

"We are afraid that she may not be able to adapt to her vision just after she recovers. If she connects too many devices at the same time, her nervous system will be overloaded." The young man explained quickly.

There is also a limit to the endurance of a person's nervous system. Visual information is much more complex and larger than other sensory information, not to mention that the instructor has added so many weird functions. This has just gotten out of control.

"Do you think she seems uncomfortable?" Walton pointed at the green values ​​​​covering the monitoring screen and pressed two buttons.

Since the numerical value shows that everything is normal, it means that everything is indeed normal, why bother thinking so much.

Pascal had no time to stop him, turned around, looked at the light spots in the glass ball, and smiled kindly: "My child, how do you feel now?"

It was just a customary greeting, and Pascal did not expect an immediate answer.His short sentence needs to be accepted by the device first, converted into an electrochemical signal, and sent to the nervous system for recognition and processing, and then feedback can be obtained.

The sound delivered through this radio also includes all environmental sounds such as breathing, heartbeat, machine operation, wind sound in pipes, conversations of three other people, etc. This child is already being overwhelmed by a large amount of visual information, and I am afraid that It takes some time to identify and process sounds.

And accurately conveying one's thoughts through the brain signal receiver is another set of procedures that are difficult to operate.

Walton did not add any intelligent screening and auxiliary functions to it, and helping an ordinary person restore his normal five senses is not the purpose of these devices.

In other words, if the person lying in that healing warehouse was just an ordinary person, Walton would not waste time here.

"Wo," the stiff electronic voice paused, "I. Feel. Very. Hao, Hao, good."

The light spots in the glass ball began to drift downward again, as if they were embarrassed to look at Pascal.

Several people in the observation room were a little surprised. Walton immediately adjusted his simultaneous interpretation equipment. Pascal made no movement and replied in Chinese, speaking slowly:

"You probably haven't spoken for a long time, and haven't heard anyone speak for a long time. You have forgotten your pronunciation, and you are not able to grasp the subtle changes in tone. I just need to practice with you more."

After all, she needs to use the microphone to "speak" first, and then use the radio to "hear" what she said before she can make corrections and adjustments. Today is the first time she uses this method to communicate with others, so it will inevitably be a bit clumsy.

To be honest, even with such a small problem as lagging, Pascal felt that this child was a miracle.

"Yes." The red light spot in the glass ball flickered, expanded and shrunk, "Thank you. Thank you."

"She took a photo of you and saved it." Walton glanced at the screen and explained, showing a rare kind smile towards the vertical pole.

The glass ball rotated and another photo was taken of Walton.

"I'm Pascal, he's Walton, what's your name?"

The glass ball took several individual or group photos of everyone present, and the electronic sound that sounded again became smoother.

"Thank you. We. Call. Mianmian."

......

Humans cannot multitask.

Seeing, listening, and speaking, the three simplest behaviors for ordinary people, have become complex mathematical problems and coordination tasks for Mianmian.

Her restorative learning of her mother tongue progressed very quickly, and within two days she no longer needed auditory assistance. Walton began to let her learn other languages, plus a display screen, so she could watch, listen and read at the same time. A lot of daily homework.

Use the camera to see the text, use the microphone to read it, and then correct your pronunciation according to the correct demonstration you hear. Try to activate the vision and hearing at the same time to reduce the processing delay of different types of sensory information. This is one of the endless daily homework.

Constantly adjusting the visual distance and focus, observing cells in a drop of water, observing the sea thousands of meters away outside the window, learning to analyze infrared imaging and other scanning results, flexibly using her superhuman eyes, constantly expanding the limits of the visual nerve, endless Daily homework number two.

Mianmian learned with great interest and made rapid progress. Walton was overjoyed with this high-quality brain and began planning to transform her.

Based on Pascal's idea of ​​a multi-threaded nervous system, Walton already has multiple plans on how to fine-tune the continuous nervous system, but in order to ensure the safety of this rare material, he still needs to conduct a large number of simulation experiments.

Everyone in the Walton project team was involved in this task. Only during daily routine inspections would a living person enter the observation room, giving Mianmian a brief opportunity to communicate.

Gradually, the care of this observation room was also handed over to Country H's intelligent center, Frankenstein.

When Pascal passed by the observation room again, he saw the glass ball facing the window leading to the corridor. The red light spot swayed left and right with the passers-by in the corridor, like a tireless ball hitting the four walls. firefly.

Seeing him standing outside the window, the red light suddenly stopped, and then started to spin up and down, left and right, as if to tell him that she remembered him.

Pascal used his access rights to open the door that was locked by Fran.

"Mr. Pascal." The electronic sound sounded and the light flashed, "Thank you for coming to see me."

"You're taking pictures of me again." Pascal walked to the glass ball and found helplessly that there was nothing in this room that could be classified as "furniture."

"Yes. Take a photo, save it, and send it to my mother and brother." The glass ball turned happily. "I can see, hear, and speak again."

Pascal raised his hand, but didn't know where to put it, and finally put it on the healing cabin.

There was a weak and thin body inside, with a slightly rising and falling chest. The face could not be seen clearly. It lacked the forehead bones and eyeballs, but had a ventilator that went straight to the mouth and nose. The head no longer showed any discernible expression.

If the body hadn't been needed to provide blood and oxygen to the brain, and if it hadn't been that completely removing the brain and cultivating it was more resource-intensive and risky, Pascal believed that Walton would have sent the body to the dissecting room to serve other purposes.

"Isn't it a bit ugly?" The red light spot in the glass ball also turned to the healing cabin, "It also looks like it's malnourished."

"It's not ugly." Pascal looked away, "It's very beautiful."

"You're lying." The glass ball slowly turned in a circle, "The book said that if your eyes wander, you are lying. I can see it."

Although the tone of the electronic sound was incomprehensible, Pascal still felt that Mianmian was just complacent and did not take things like beauty and ugliness to heart.

"Sorry." Pascal said sincerely, changing the subject, "What are you doing today?"

"Read, read this."

The display screen attached to the side of the treatment room stood up, rotated, and rose, showing Pascal the text on it.

"You're in control?" Pascal asked, pointing to the display.

"No, I told Fran, Fran controlled it."

Pascal understood.

Now that the equipment in the entire room has been included in Fran's management, the electronic signals transmitted through these devices can also be captured by Fran, allowing Mianmian to communicate with them silently.

"What is this?" Pascal looked at the display carefully, dumbfounded, "Ingredient list and recipe."

"Other books are too boring." The red light spot turned to a direction that Pascal could not see.

Pascal flipped through again and saw several dictionaries from Walton's limited book list, as well as various professional books on linear algebra, quantum physics, and radio astronomy.

In comparison, the recipes of Walton's hometown dishes are indeed more friendly and interesting reading.

"Wait a moment, I'll be right back." Pascal patted the glass ball gently, looked at the red light spots slipping between his fingers, and said with a smile.

Ten minutes later, he brought back a book, a real book made of paper.

"I like the poetry of your country, and I also like the rhythm and depth of that language, so I found this for you."

Pascal adjusted the angle of the display screen and placed the book on the simple small table.

The glass ball rotated, the red light point was aimed at the cover, and a voice came from the microphone: "The Book of Songs, I seem to know this."

"This book is beautiful. You will know it once you read it." Pascal smiled.

"Actually, you can just pass the content of this book to me directly. There is no need to go out to get it." The glass ball turned to Pascal.

"I prefer the feeling of turning the pages with my hands, so"

"Drip drip."

Pascal looked down at the microcomputer on his wrist and said apologetically: "I have to leave for a while and will come back later. You can take a look at it yourself first."

......

Pascal came out of Walton's office and hurried toward the observation room, not bothering to greet his colleagues as usual.

He just thought of a somewhat cruel question.

Entering the observation room, his hurried footsteps turned into staggering movements. Pascal looked at the scene that seemed to have never changed since he left, and was speechless for a moment.

"Thank you for coming to see me again." Hearing the sound of his footsteps, the glass ball turned. "Thank you for your book, too. It seems very interesting."

But she couldn't see it.She didn't have the hands to turn the pages.

......

With Pascal's suggestion and insistence, Mianmian got a robotic hand.

It's said to be a hand, but it's actually just a pole and a weird clamp.

Walton didn't waste the hand, which he called "the fingertips of God."

In addition to being dozens of times stronger and more flexible than ordinary people, this hand can also identify and analyze things it encounters, from basic data such as material, temperature, hardness, density, etc., to internal spatial structure, identification of chemical substances, and the properties of substances. More delicate work such as elemental analysis, for which, in Walton's words, "nothing is hidden from its touch."

After installing this hand, Mianmian had a new pastime: poking things.

And this new entertainment also made others stay away from Mianmian for a time.

This powerful hand can directly convert the information of all materials it touches into data. The fragile human bones under its fingertips are not much different from those pipelines.

After accidentally injuring several people due to poor control of strength, Mianmian consciously avoided contact with the human body. After tearing apart more than a dozen books brought by Pascal, Mianmian picked up the recipes and dictionaries on the display screen.

Pascal was very dissatisfied with this treatment, which was not restoring touch at all. Walton also made a compromise under his nagging, allowing the robot to automatically adjust the strength after intelligently identifying the object it was in contact with.

"The main function of human touch is to identify and stay away from external dangers such as hot, cold, sharp points, but these dangers simply did not exist for her."

Walton, who took time out of his busy schedule to resolve the matter, was helpless and chose to deal with it once and for all.

This method of handling made Mianmian extremely excited, but she still didn't dare to come into contact with other people, for fear that she would pinch someone's arm again.

Pascal passed by the window of this observation room several times, and could see Mian Mian constantly swinging her new arm to the passers-by. Some people turned a blind eye, and some waved casually, and the swing of the arm would quickly speed up. There was an afterimage dancing among a few laughters that she couldn't hear.

One day, Mianmian asked Pascal to bring her some gifts.From then on, Mianmian had one more housework to do.

"Actually," Pascal looked at the empty room, "you have nothing to clean here. At most, it's just some dust. Fran will take care of it."

The robot hand picked up the white scouring pad and wiped the glass ball carefully: "A good boy must be hygienic. I just thought that I haven't washed my face for a long time."

After wiping the glass ball, the metal box was wiped again, and the robot hand began to wipe the inside and outside of the treatment room, just avoiding the body that was still breathing.

Pascal also rolled up his sleeves and trimmed the nails of the little girl lying in the nursing cabin.

"It's too much trouble for you." The robot hand poked the wrist and then the knuckle, "Can you prevent them from growing back?"

Pascal paused: "There is no such method."

"This," the robot hand pinched the fingertip, "it seems useless, you can pull it out."

"No," Pascal held the arm of the robot, inexplicably frightened, "They are useful."

"I'll tell you next time I come to see you."

A week later, Pascal brought a large box of nail polish and clumsily painted the ten tiny nails.

"what is this."

The robot hand unscrewed another bottle and poked the drop of pink liquid on the brush head: "A lot of chemicals, this is paint."

"This is something that makes you more beautiful." Pascal was sweating profusely, the hand holding the brush was shaking, and the nail polish was all painted on his fingers.

"I think," the robot hand held the brush and approached Pascal. Pascal hesitated and stretched out his hand, "This is the right way to apply it."

The robotic hand flexibly brushed a rounded shape on his nails, which was exactly the same as his nails.

The robot hand clamped Pascal's wrist and pulled it next to the fingers that he had just harmed: "Look, mine is more beautiful."

Pascal felt helpless and handed over the nail polish remover: "Yes, you are even better. You are indeed a clever girl."

The robot hand poked his hand, then poked the two hands in the healing warehouse, and replied: "My hands are more powerful, her hands are the same as yours."

Although he probably regarded this activity as a game, Pascal never heard Mianmian make the terrible suggestion of pulling out his nails again, but he had to use colorful fingers to handle work every day.

It seemed that Walton finally couldn't bear the idleness of Mianmian any longer, so he and Fran defined the scope and allowed Nian Nian's nervous system to be connected to other electronic devices in the project team building through Fran.

such as

"Well" a staff member looked at the cup in his hand, confused.

"What's wrong?" His colleague came over and asked, "You drank water instead today. Don't you claim that all the hot chocolate flowing in your veins is hot chocolate?"

"I chose hot chocolate." The staff member looked up and looked at the coffee machine in front of him, "It's broken."

"No"

The colleague pointed at the screen: "Look, the coffee machine answered you, it's not broken."

"..."

"Height 170cm and weight 125kg are seriously over the limit. It is recommended to lose weight"

"..."

Another example

When a researcher was on vacation, he turned on the game console and wanted to try a difficult level 1 times, but he saw the game characters on the screen hacking and killing uncontrollably.

After a while, the final boss at the end of the level, the evil dragon, fell to the ground. The brave man stood in the center of the screen in a mighty manner, but three words appeared where "winner" should have appeared:

"You're welcome"

The researcher was furious for a moment and restarted the game. As a result, he saw the following customs clearance strategies, hidden prop tips, maze maps, etc. The game experience was extremely...

"Do you need unlimited money and props?"

......good

Another example

"Although it only lasted 10 minutes, I still ran a lot today." Someone said to himself and wanted to get off the treadmill.

"I heard you swear yesterday that you would run ten kilometers today or you would not eat for a month."

"Not eating is bad for your health"

"..."

"What kind of emergency brake is this? Why doesn't it work? Help, help."

Someone from the project team began to frequent Mian Mian's observation room, and earnestly advised her not to record while she was taking a bath and singing. Even if she recorded it, she shouldn't play it on the radio while she was lying in bed, let alone tamper with the attendance sheet. I really asked for leave that day and so on.

Mian Mian happily agreed, and then applied colorful nail polish to everyone, and became more and more happy to serve the people.

Pascal escaped because he belonged to another project team. He could only express his deep sympathy to the others and temporarily let go of his worries about Mianmian.

His team leader was a young man named Albert.

Pascal understood the young team leader's work enthusiasm very well, and he also vaguely guessed the truth behind the disappearance of the team leader's good friend Hughes.

Even if there are some ideological differences, these are two respectable young people.That's why he decided to accept Albert's solicitation and use his knowledge, connections and wealth to help him create a brand new world.

He also saw certain possibilities in this virtual world, such as the exploration of the direction of the evolution of thinking.

Now, this virtual world is finally being introduced to the whole world, and he still has many more important things to be busy with.

......

A month later, Pascal was finally freed from the tense and exciting debugging work and came to Mianmian's observation room, but did not see her.

The recuperation warehouse is still there, her body is still there, the glass ball, the metal box and the robotic hand are still there, only Mianmian is not there.

Her consciousness seemed to be diverted.

After inquiring about Mian Mian's whereabouts from other people passing by, Pascal knocked open the door of Walton's office a little rudely.

"My friend, I haven't seen you for so long, how are you?" Walton glanced at him and continued to stare at the screen in front of him.

"Walton," Pascal rushed to his desk, pressed the screen, and asked word by word, "Where did Mianmian go?"

Walton pointed at the display screen that Pascal was pressing tightly against.

Pascal opened it, glanced at it, and said in surprise: "Lunar Radio Telescope"

"The child's nervous system has been modified by me, perfectly reproducing your multi-threading idea, and the subsequent test results are also excellent. It can even replace Fran's management of all the equipment in the entire building."

"Come on, let me show you."

Pascal took the information handed over by Walton numbly, and then he realized that the health care warehouse he had just seen seemed a little different from before.

"In this case, it would be too wasteful to let her stay here to cause mischief. I have cooperated with several project teams responsible for space exploration and are letting her learn to become familiar with the technology and equipment there."

Walton seemed a little excited and showed Pascal several plans one after another.

Pascal turned the pages slowly, and Walton introduced it cheerfully.

"Think about it, my friend, she is a fleet alone, and her brain is a spaceship. She can complete all driving, exploring, collecting, analyzing and organizing work independently. She can fly to the depths of the universe, and even It's the other side of the black hole, coming back full of secrets, and all it takes is a living human brain."

"Not only can the cosmic communication system be directly connected to her nervous system, can you imagine that she can hear the sound of the entire solar system or even further. She can talk directly to our earth from the other end of the universe."

"Pascal, Pascal, isn't this the superhuman evolution you are pursuing? You see, this is the potential of us humans. We can use living people to create gods who can convey prophecies in the void."

Walton became more and more excited as he talked. He loosened his tie, his eyes were astonishingly bright, as if he suddenly suffered from ADHD, he walked around the desk and knocked over a coffee cup.

Pascal picked up the cup, looked at Walton quietly, closed his eyes: "She will die."

There are limits to what the human nervous system can endure.

Before Walton's dream comes true, Mianlian's brain will be burned out like an overloaded circuit board.

"No, I can't guarantee that I can use nano-neuron robots to expand her entire nervous system, or even replace the inherent neural architecture. She will have no limits." Walton said seriously.

It was obvious that he had already thought of this problem and had prepared a solution.

"Then is she still a human being?" Pascal's smile was very bitter.

"Of course her body is still here, and her consciousness has not been damaged. Of course she is a human being, and a brand new omnipotent human being."

"Almighty human beings, human beings who can be used as tools by you." Pascal stood up with a cold tone.

"Otherwise" Walton frowned.If there is no actual value and functional significance, wouldn't his hard work be in vain?

"Walton" Pascal finally couldn't bear it anymore and punched the desk with his fist, "Mianmian is a 15-year-old child and a living person. She is not a tool, nor a machine at the mercy of others."

"Pascal," Walton didn't react much to this and just smiled, "Aren't our brains, limbs, facial features and trunks tools for survival?"

"Besides, her name is no longer Mianmian, she changed her name."

Pascal turned his head sharply: "What did you say?"

"It seems that just a few days ago, she suddenly said that she was not Mianmian, but someone else."

"Called" Walton recalled, "a word that sounds very similar to "year"

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