Chapter 1865: Sand painting (2/2)
”I don't know, but it's... very strange.”
Professor Xie Wufeng groaned, ”Everything in the virtual spirit world is calculated in real time, and it is constantly changing like the real world. You see the ebb and flow of the tide here, although it is weak and slow, but still exists, and from the beach From a morphological point of view, not long ago, the rise and fall of the tide was much violent than it is now, and the seawater at high tide was enough to submerge the sand paintings.”
”Yes.”
Wei Qingqing also said, ”Although the virtual spirit world in the past collapsed, it was not completely still, but it was running more violently, with no rules at all. It was a mountain collapse, lightning flashes, thunderous winds, and stormy waves one after another. The world, if this piece of sand painting is left at that time, it will definitely be erased, in other words,'deleted'.”
”In other words—”
Li Yao pondered for a moment, ”This sand painting was left after the ‘vitality’ of the virtual spirit world was gradually exhausted not long ago and turned into a dying and still world?
”That was almost the critical moment when Professor Mo Xuan was preparing to launch the final plan. What did he leave behind such a weird trace here at that time? If he had to'express' something, the illusory realm of the Tinder Base is enough to explain him. The concept of it.
”Furthermore, the initial naive and rough brushstrokes weren't quite like Professor Mo Xuan's style, but rather like an innocent child.
”The question is, besides Professor Mo Xuan, is there anyone else in the virtual spirit world? Will such a painting remain?”
”Brush strokes and styles can be simulated.”
Professor Xie Wufeng said, ”It is not complicated to create such a piece of sand painting. Both the technology and the computing power are a piece of cake. As long as the database is large enough, input a command to the crystal brain and it can be completed in an instant.
”The point is, who actually gave this ‘instruction’ to whom, and what purpose does it have?”
This question silenced everyone. Every expedition team felt cold on the back of their heads, as if there were two pairs of shiny little eyes hiding among the gravel, looking at them grinningly.
Li Yao knelt on one knee, carefully observing the sand paintings. For some reason, he had a very strange feeling. He felt that these sand paintings gave him an unwarranted...intimacy?
It was like a faint electric current sweeping through his body, making him feel numb from eyelids to lips. It couldn't be said whether it was pleasant or uncomfortable.
How to put it, he suddenly felt that these sand portraits were from his own hands, or that if he were allowed to describe the evolutionary path of life, he would probably have painted them like this.
Li Yao was taken aback, settled, and continued to ask: ”Have you found the fragments of the '17th' and the '18th'?”
”not yet.”
Professor Xie Wufeng said, ”That was originally some fragmented, illusory runes and data fragments, even if it is completely obliterated by the virtual spirit world, it is not surprising.
”Why, do you suspect that this piece of sand painting was left over from the '17th' and the '18th'? It is also possible. Suppose Professor Mo Xuan first embedded a piece of sand painting-related instructions in their bodies. Under certain conditions The download is automatically activated, driving them to leave these things. Well, this is a fairly reasonable explanation.
”Let's go, take a look in the city.”
The expedition team walked along the stairs full of cracks and weeds into the once majestic, now dilapidated city by the sea.
Li Yao discovered that this city is a collection of all cities in the history of human civilization. Antique pavilions and modern glass-wall skyscrapers are closely integrated.
There are strange peaks and waterfalls splashing over there, and here are the vacuum orbits that pierce the sky and the sunken square hundreds of meters deep.
However, after the collapse of the virtual spirit world, this ”city of ten thousand cities” was completely turned into ruins. No matter the pavilions or skyscrapers, they were all entangled by weeds and vines, waterfalls dried up, pipes broke, and sunk. The square is full of debris and dust, which resembles the tomb of human civilization.
”Professor Mo Xuan once talked to me about his idea of creating virtual life.”
Looking at the deserted streets and the boneless cities, Professor Xie Wufeng said with emotion, ”At that time, Professor Mo Xuan firmly believed that a new virtual life would be born, but he did not want to create a kind that humans cannot understand or understand. Human beings are virtual beings that are not under human control and are enemies of humans.
”How should I put it, he hopes to create a virtual life that has human ideas and emotions, recognizes human morals and values, and even regards himself as a'son of man,' or an evolutionary version of mankind.
”So, while creating that piece of'virtual primitive ocean', he also built this glorious city, bringing together the essence of human civilization, including our technology, law, morality, art, and the epic heroic stories. All condensed in it.
”You can think of this big city as a combination of a'historical museum' and a'big library'. The entire civilization is in it, and virtual life will be bred, born and constantly bred under the shining of this'civilized city'. Evolve and become a'good boy' in a sense.”