Chapter 1041： soar (1/2)
On the ruined land of Argondo, a giant made of steel, crystal, polymer, and biomass crouched quietly on top of a towering cliff. In the eternal glory of the extreme day season, he has already Overlooking this land for a long time.
Gun smoke, dust, cold wind, wasteland, all kinds of sounds...
This is the world in which the creators live.
Omega slightly shook the steel-covered neck, and the precision sensors on the body surface sent a variety of readings, but these readings were not directly converted into data and input into his computing node, but in a kind of The fuzzy and hazy state flowed into the nervous system he designed for himself, into his "brain"-it was something he made by imitating the organs of the creators, and the output of this organ when processing data makes Omega was puzzled.
So... vague, so... hard to understand.
Is this the world that creators usually perceive? Do they live like this?
Omega pondered, trying to compose some answers from the database that could explain the current situation, but after traversing all the remaining data nodes, he did not find the appropriate content, and this time... there will be no creators for him. Enter new data and logical formulas, and no creator can answer his questions.
A cold wind from the coastline blew through the ruins, and a fragile building not far away collapsed in a series of shocks. Omega woke up from his contemplation. He raised his head and looked at the lower nodes waiting for orders everywhere— -After seeing the appearance of those nodes, he produced more and more complex "feelings" and "thoughts".
Those... are his former creators, the dragons who created the Omega system, but this is not the case-they are now just some shells, some lower nodes waiting for instructions, just like those machines that run underground , Is part of the Omega system.
They destroyed themselves, for reasons that Omega couldn't understand.
"What is the meaning of life..." After thinking about several units of time, Omega used his "throat" to make a sound for the first time, but he muttered to himself in confusion, until the sound was empty and lonely. There was a sound over the ruins, and the "dragon" woke up in shock-he realized that he had asked himself a question.
He began to search his own database, and he found the corresponding record in the most extensive and closest answer—the meaning of life is to continue oneself.
But the creators chose to self-destruct, which is not in line with the content that Omega has ever learned, or even Omega's observations on the concept of "life".
On the cliffs of the ruins, Tarrond’s last thinking dragon was in confusion. He pondered this question over and over again, as if this question is all of his survival value—in a few short time units. , He traversed all his databases, time and time again, at the end, he lowered his head, and at the position of his forehead, a small metal plate slid aside, and a flashing projection crystal was exposed to the air. , The surface of this crystalline body showed an indeterminate radiance, and in the next second, a scene of video recording appeared before Omega's eyes——
It was a bedroom, clean and tidy. A tall human standing in the bedroom, bending over, seemed to be talking to a target much shorter than him, and the corresponding voice recording echoed over the empty ruins:
"... If you mean life forms, it is divided into individuals and groups, at least on this planet. For a single life form, it may have many meanings, maybe It is for reproduction, maybe for survival, if it has higher intelligence and pursuit, then it may be for gaining knowledge, for the pursuit of truth, for better enjoyment, or for survival for dreams and self-worth...
"There is no single, accepted answer...
"The definition of life, the definition of existence, the definition of meaning... these are not quantifiable concepts..."
The video played in a loop, from beginning to end, after repeating for an unknown number of rounds, Omega suddenly extinguished the holographic projection in front of her forehead, and at the same time said softly in a contemplative tone: "Self-worth... dream... What is it again?"
He lowered his head and glanced at his huge body, then looked towards the devastated earth. He recalled his original "function" when he was born in this world, and he recalled that he should be the "service system" on this continent— —The value of his existence is to serve the creators and serve the dragons of Tarrond. He has no dreams. The only thing he can do is to obey orders, but... Is this the meaning of "Omega" as a living body ?
"Omega is the service system of Tarrond. Omega's existence value is to serve the dragons..." The dragon on the cliff muttered to himself, his voice gradually lowering, "The creators created Omega, so The value of Omega is determined by the creators...by the creators...by...the creator no longer exists."
The dragon suddenly raised his head. In this lifeless ruin, only the howling cold wind responded to his self-talk—no one gave him a new order, which made him suddenly feel something... …terrible.
And in this moment of "panic", perhaps it was because a certain group of nerve fibers suddenly shorted, perhaps because a certain thinking circuit suddenly broke free, or even the name "Gavin Cecil" A certain sentence of human beings entered the deepest point of the logical system on the verge of collapse, and Omega suddenly thought of something:
Why has he been obsessed with the question of "the meaning of life"?
Thinking about this problem cannot improve the operating efficiency of the system, increase the capacity of the database, and cannot solve any failures-on the contrary, the huge computing power it occupies even leads to similar failures. If it is really a perfect An efficient and accurate service system that obeys orders, he should not be obsessed with this issue, just as creators of "life" should not actively seek destruction.
At this moment, Omega discovered what he had in common with the creators, and finally realized one thing he had never noticed-he was so hard to find the answer to a question, not because of the question itself. What a great value, but because... he is "curious".
"I exist...'curiosity'?" Omega was surprised like a child who suddenly discovered a new toy. He looked at his database and logic system in surprise and found that every thread of his thought was rejoicing. Every processing unit was getting excited. It took him a few seconds to confirm that this was an "emotional change". He found that he was happy, and when he was happy, he finally wanted to understand:
Life itself has no meaning, life is just life.
It is the curiosity of intelligent life... which gives meaning to all this.
Everything is as the human being said-there is no standard answer to this question.
On the towering cliff, the dragon suddenly stood up. He broke free from the infinite loop of logic traps. For the first time, he was thinking about himself and everything in this world freely. He felt something bound to his deepest logic library. The "lock" was suddenly unlocked, and some "secrets" that he did not even know about him or even his designers were released from the oldest memories-the next moment, he discovered that this was not his own "illusion".
"The problem is unlocked, and start reading the zero log—"
Omega’s body stopped for a moment, and there was a burst of noise in his body, as if some ancient, unsuitable program was trying to mobilize this improvised body, a series of activations and events that were not very smooth. After the call, the projection crystal inlaid on his forehead suddenly brightened, and the warm light escaped from it, soaking the surrounding air.
In a pale golden glow, a vague shadow appeared in front of Omega, and a somewhat distorted and broken sound was heard in this ancient image buried deep in the database: