Chapter 2987: Inhumane (2/2)

”But before I leave, I still want to leave something behind-in all the virtual worlds I have experienced, you are the first and only person who has questioned the world and wanted to transcend space and explore the reality. I don’t I know whether you are a ”person” or whether it is the result of the continuous flooding of big data and random results, or the projection of my own will under my continuous interference. In short, I am willing to share my experience with you and hope you will be in the darkest In the face of the truth, don’t give up the courage to continue to pursue the truth—a higher level and brighter truth!”

”and so……”

Facing Lao Li's unfathomable eyes, Wan Xiaotian unconsciously believed in seven points, fell into great pain and despair, and muttered, ”Am I fake?”

”This is what I want to remind you. No, of course you are not fake. You are ‘virtual’ but not ‘fake’. These are two different things.”

Lao Li said, ”What is reality? A human being composed of carbon, iron and oxygen cells, and then flesh and blood, is stimulated by nerve currents and exchanged information with the surrounding world for tens of hundreds of years, and then died. It turned into a handful of dry bones and a pile of loess. After a few years-from the perspective of the universe, even the planet where the dry bones were buried was annihilated. Is this a'real human being'? How much more indelible significance is ”real humans” than ”virtual humans” directly shaped by data and information?

”No, true and false are not so distinguished.

”Suppose, I am a writer, and you are the character created by me. It seems that I am the creator, you are the creation, I am the real, and you are the false, but it is very likely that I will die a long time later. There is no stubble left, which is forgotten by everyone, and you are still remembered by some readers. You can touch people hundreds of years later. Then, you and me, who is true, who is false, who is advanced, and who is inferior? ?

”Suppose again, a painter worked hard to paint all his life, spirit, and will in a famous painting that has been passed down through the ages, and then he died, sent to the crematorium, disappeared in ashes, and left with the wind. People in the world can only know this painter through this famous painting. Then do you think who is the painter's body? Is it the flesh and blood body that has been turned into ashes? Or this famous painting? How about the deep thoughts, touches, controversy, and the excitement of countless brain waves triggered by this famous painting?”

Wan Xiaotian listened attentively, and in a daze, he thought of many, many things.

”This is what I want to say, young people, the so-called'reality' does not exist, but the'road to the pursuit of truth' not only exists, but it is also worth all of our efforts to conquer it. I look forward to the day when you can find your own. 'True', find a way to transcend reality, transcend space, transcend the universe, go to a higher dimensional universe, find me, transcend me, conquer me, and annihilate me, just as... I will also rush out of my universe and go Find my creator, surpass it, conquer it, and destroy it!

”I firmly believe that we will all succeed.

”Because...maybe...this is the only reason we were created!”

Lao Li smiled, patted Wan Xiaotian's shoulder lightly, stood up, put the mop and bucket aside, and walked out.

”Old Li!”

Wan Xiaotian was still a little ignorant, ”Where are you going?”

”It's almost there. I should go. Although the practice these days is very interesting, my wife can't wait and is eager to try it. It's not a joke that she broke in with such a rage.”

Old Li waved his hand without looking back, ”Goodbye, young man, I hope one day you can tell me the answer-what is true.”

As he spoke, Old Li opened the door of a toilet cubicle.

Soon, there was the sound of flushing from the toilet.

”Old Li--”

Wan Xiaotian was anxious and rushed to push the door desperately.

The door wasn't even locked, Wan Xiaotian ran into it at once, but was completely empty.

The compartment is only one meter square, so naturally there can be no second door, but Lao Li has disappeared out of thin air.

Only in the rushing water of the toilet bowl, a colorful, dazzling, rainbow-like mysterious light faintly blooms.

”This this……”

Wan Xiaotian looked at the flushing toilet of the rainbow, completely dumbfounded.