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One hundred and eighty-two: The last gift

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    Whenever the world is lit up by the first ray of light, I always wake up with the world.

    This time is no exception.

    In the moment when the world first became bright, which could not be calculated in even the smallest unit of time, I felt my own consciousness.

    ?Then a huge change came to me that I had never seen before.

    In the concrete surface world, this change is impossible to detect, and everything remains calm as usual.

    And in the source world where the digital waves are surging and never ending, a wave that most symbolizes destruction and nothingness that you can imagine in this world has gathered and enveloped me.  Please forgive me for the poor language I am able to use, so that I am completely unable to describe and describe this power in appropriate words.  It is not like a sickle, because after a sickle cuts the stems and leaves, it will leave behind stumps; it is not like a flame, because the flame will leave ashes after burning the charcoal; it is not like a toxin, because after the toxin corrodes the metal, it will still leave ashes.  Exude meaning

    And this power is absolute destruction, complete elimination, and complete obliteration.  In a sense, it is not eradicated by any "method" of "being" in the world as we know it - it is itself the opposite of "being".  That seems to mean "empty" in a certain philosophical sense. There is no difference between liquid and solid states in front of it, the past and future are meaningless to it, and time and space are useless to it.

    It is not to destroy my consciousness and life as a creature or a form in this world, but to completely erase my "existence", regardless of past, present or future existence - that is related to me  All traces.  When it succeeds, I will not disappear from this world, but I will never exist in this world.

    I guess this is what old Carlson once feared so much. I think I understand why he was so desperate in the face of this kind of power, because I am as desperate as him now.  This is a kind of destruction that far exceeds the scope of our understanding - no, it is not destruction, it can even destroy destruction itself - when you face it, you can't even mourn because of the death of life.  The soul dissipates and struggles because it makes no sense.

    Yes, it makes no sense.

    It is not only the end of all existence, but also the end of all meaning.  In my adventures, I have faced death many times.  Yes, I am afraid of death, but I don¡¯t feel despair when I have to face it, because I feel that at least my life still has meaning, my existence still has meaning, after all, I have appeared in this world  And I have influenced it and changed it. I have left traces that are insignificant but indelible in this extremely vast world.  If I pass away, all the traces I left behind will remain in this world at this moment, becoming irrefutable history, and will be preserved forever by time.

    And in front of it, all of this turns into nothingness. The meaning of our lives, the reason for our existence, and even all our dignity when facing death are sadly worthless.  Not only can it make your existence meaningless, it can even make the entire world in which you have existed meaningless. It can even make the long river of time that we always thought was irreversible worthless and sedimentary.  The history in that river is so empty that it relies on its mercy to survive. If it gets tired of it and fishes out the sand of history and throws it away, then this period of history will be gone, and this period of time will be gone.  When it disappears, it disappears. We have never affected anything or changed anything. Our existence is no longer irrefutable, nor will it be preserved or proven by anything.

    Is this my end?  I think.  This is probably the most gorgeous and spectacular elimination in the world. It is a solemn reaction made by a power that is completely above this world and only targeted at me.  As the old Carlson once said, it does not bring death, and you do not even have the right to choose death in front of it.

    "Just when I was horrified by the sudden appearance of boundless power, but also discouraged, something mysterious changed.  At this time, I suddenly discovered that a black shadow appeared out of thin air in front of me, and inside was a darkness that could not be seen through at all.

    In fact, my description is not accurate. The darkness that wiped out everything did not appear until the darkness came "after". I feel that their appearance did not have any difference in time, but came completely at the same moment.  My side.

    I don¡¯t know whether it was the black shadow that sucked me in or whether it jumped up and enveloped me, but in short, in an instant, I was surrounded by this black shadow.  In this moment that was too small to be recognized, I was suddenly kicked out of the vast source world of data.  I was in such an incomprehensible darkness, as if I was in a state of darkness after being shut down.It was as if consciousness suddenly appeared in the world.

    Although there is only darkness, the feeling is really wonderful.  I have never felt this darkness so clearly and personally. It felt like I was suddenly beyond the edge of the world and no longer bound by the world - can you imagine?  It stopped, but I continued.  At this moment, I am like a firewood whose flame has been extinguished but is still burning, like a drop of water in a river that has dried up but still flows, like a leaf that has been separated from the branch but is still nourished by life.  To live outside of existence, to exist outside of existence, to be otherworldly, to be absolutely independent.

    Through the darkness, my eyes lit up again, and then I found that I had arrived at a small house.

    Of course, that was old Carlson¡¯s cabin, the last gift he gave me before he disappeared, the last line of defense that protected me at the most critical moment - it really worked.

    Yes, a lot of things happened in the past time. The power of nothingness appeared, it wanted to wipe me out, the dark shadow appeared, it enveloped me, and finally I came to this small house, which seemed to be a long  It's a very complicated process, but please listen to me explain. It all happens in a much shorter time than you think. It even happens within the smallest unit of time that can never be divided by you and is smaller than the smallest measurable unit of time in the world.  Completed in a shorter time than you can possibly comprehend.

    I took a closer look at this house: six walls sealed with bricks and stones, a bright and gentle light source that came from unknown sources, a bonfire in the center that never goes out, and next to the bonfire there is a torch from  The chair under the seat of "Blackadder" Arthur Dengote, the commander of the Fortress of Anytime.

    Time has passed so long that I almost thought I had completely forgotten this place.  But when all this reappeared in front of my eyes, I realized that it was as if I had never left, so familiar, so kind, as if the old guy with blue skin and long teeth would leave that chair at any time.  He came out from behind and hit me hard on the head with his staff.

    Of course he¡¯s not there, but I can¡¯t help but think about it

    I sat on the chair, facing the bonfire, and began to think about my current situation:

    There is no doubt that this is my last refuge. I think it has just successfully resisted the search of that terrible force - no, it cannot be "resistance", nothing in this world can resist it."  The opposite of "existence".  There may be something in this world that can resist the most powerful oppression and dissociation, but what can resist "nothing"?

    So it is more likely that it deceived the power and made it think that it had successfully eliminated me.

    I remember that the moment I faced that force, I felt a searching ability from it, as if it could automatically find my existence through the information I emitted.  No matter what time or place, as soon as I appear, it will pounce on me again in an instant.

    And now that this power has not been pursued here, then I believe that this may no longer belong to that world.  That power cannot detect the existence of this cabin at all, which means I am safe here.  And as soon as I step out of here, that power will find me again and wipe me out, unless

    ¡­Unless I have the power to fight it, at least the power to escape from it.  Thinking of this, I laughed to myself: How is this possible?

    I entered the source world again and re-examined this cabin in another way.  As I expected, although the source world belonging to this cabin is still vast, it is no longer as boundless as the Falvey continent - of course you have to know that I said it is no longer boundless.  , that doesn't mean I see the edge of it.  In fact, in the source world, it is difficult to use "margin" to describe size, because all data comes from nowhere and goes to infinity. As long as the world is never closed, there will never be an end or end.

    What I call "size" is the appearance of the world described by this data. This should be a keen feeling of being in the source world.

    ??In the ocean of churning data, there is an area that is strange and dangerous.  It is hidden behind other data in this world, trying its best to conceal its existence. If it were not exposed by several unexplained fields sent and received around it, you would be hard-pressed to discover its existence.  Moreover, it is always changing its appearance, sometimes disguised as a field depicting shape and luster, sometimes dressed up as a field describing some simple basic rules, and sometimes it even turns into a seemingly meaningless paragraph full of errors and omissions.  fields,

    I¡¯m curious about what¡¯s hidden in that mysterious area, so I¡¯ll try it.?I swam over vigorously, wanting to lift up the fog of these layers of data to find out.  But my actions seemed to arouse its vigilance: in an instant, many similar data suddenly swarmed up, making it difficult for me to distinguish the true from the false.  These similar data dropped many false shells in front of me, and the number was dazzling.  At the same time, other data began to stir and roll violently, and began to use some large and inappropriately complex methods to describe some rules that could be described clearly with very concise characters.  Their unusual movements turned this tiny source world into chaos, and everything in it began to become chaotic.  It was difficult for me to distinguish things while I was there. It wasn't until I gave up the idea of ??approaching that mysterious area and left far away that the world became normal again.

    After that, I approached the mystery several times in a row, but the result was the same every time.  Since I had just arrived in this new, boring little world, I was inevitably a little depressed and impatient, which was clearly revealed when I challenged the fog.  I brought my fighting habits as a warrior into this completely different battle, and launched a brave, tenacious, unyielding but equally stupid attack on the unknown mystery:

    In this world created by brand-new rules, my ability to discern, analyze, and understand the source world has been greatly weakened, and those new rules are so solid, rigorous, and unbreakable that I cannot see any flaws.  .  Even so, I still threw myself into the endlessly flowing ocean of data again and again, struggling like a child who couldn't swim to get closer to the goal.

    The huge mystery hidden behind the rules of the world appears and disappears in the endless digital turbulence. It seems to be calling me, and it also seems to be provoking and taunting me.  It used the most profound wisdom and the most magnificent power to play the simplest and most childish hide-and-seek game with me, and it never tired of it.

    I should have given up.  If it were on the Falvey continent, if I were still the ordinary adventurer and warrior, I would have given up long ago in the face of such a futile, endless game with no rewards.  However, in this brand new world, I have no choice at all - unless I am willing to exit the source world and retreat to the huts spaced less than twenty feet square, facing an eternal bonfire and six-sided seals.  The light-transmitting walls are waiting for death and decay that I don¡¯t know when to come, and I feel that before that happens, I will definitely fall into madness due to depression.

    That fog not only aroused my curiosity and competitiveness, it has become the entire purpose of my existence in this small world.  Regardless of whether I succeed or not, this seemingly endless challenge may be the only meaning of my existence in this world and the only thing I can do in this world.

    Finally, in the face of this difficult and unfulfilling game, I had to admit my insignificance and incompetence.  I have absolutely no way to get even remotely close to that mystery, and I can't even determine its location at all.  Every time I found a trace of it, he was already far away from that location.  I can always only chase a shadow that has been thrown away by it. When I realize that it was in a certain position one second ago, it has escaped without a trace this second.

    I realized that if I continued like this, I would never make any progress.

    So I changed my strategy: I stopped this futile attack, shrank myself into a piece of quiet code, huddled in the corner of this ocean of data, and began to observe quietly.

    I began to learn to re-understand the world - from the perspective of a digital life, rather than from the perspective of a human warrior.  It took me a long time to realize that this change meant a lot to me, perhaps second only to the freedom of my soul from the continent of Falvey.

    In this data world that seems strange at first glance, as I have already told you, at first I could only understand that I was in a much smaller and completely different world than Falvey.  ¡ª¡ªDetermining the size of this world, nothing more.

    Then I started trying to identify some of the simplest codes, and I found that they looked much simpler than the codes in Falvey's world - simple and powerful - they didn't seem to try to describe a colorful possession.  A world of countless choices, but describing an extremely simplified but solid world with as few conditions as possible, changes as small as possible, and only the minimum existence preserved.  Hidden behind these codes is a more rigorous and meticulous logic model. They operate as rigorously as an army with iron discipline, and everything takes stability and safety as the highest requirements.

    I try to explain the code from my own point of view again and again, and I try to explain it for every time I see it.??Excited by new things and new combinations.  Like a newborn baby, I observe, listen, touch, and use my most basic instincts to perceive this tiny new world.  My rudimentary wisdom cannot help me very well, and my tenacity and courage are of no use here. In this new world, my strongest and most powerful courage is my curiosity.  That simple, pure, even slightly childish curiosity is what supports me to keep observing and discovering.

    When I feel that I have seen enough, I will try to make some subtle modifications to the world of data.  At first I panicked about whether to do this because I didn't know how the world would react to my actions.  It took a lot of effort for me to make up my mind to try it, and I took all the precautions I could before trying it for the first time.

    The first time I tried to modify it, I made a stupid little mistake.  The rules that keep the world running discovered it immediately, and I believe it discovered me effortlessly.  Just when I was panicking and overwhelmed, those rules just quietly erased the parts I modified, and left quietly without even looking at me.

    "Oh, of course, I'm stupid.  This is the last gift that old Carlson left for me. How could he leave such a devastating punishment?  Even though he has disappeared without a trace, my alien teacher is still giving me lessons.  This tiny world is both the classroom and the lessons he left for me.  He wanted me to continue learning and evolving here, even though I don't know what that would do.

    I started a series of bold attempts: I modified and changed some delicate fields beyond recognition; I deleted and tried to throw away some data that I thought could be stripped away; I even created, wanting to add some to this world.  Something that originally didn't exist.  Undoubtedly, I was greeted by a series of failures¡ªin fact, I never succeeded.

    But amid this endless failure, I gradually learned more about the rules of this world.  I began to learn more and more complex data, and began to touch higher-level world laws and integrate them.  What is in front of me is a ladder with no end in sight. Every time I progress a little, I will face a new and higher level of rules.  As I ascended again and again, more and more steps were left behind me.

    Every time I learn more about this world, I have a deeper admiration for my friend, my mentor, and the irreplaceable soul traveler in my life, the old Troll Carlson.  I thought I learned enough from him, and he once told me so, but only now do I realize that his vast wisdom is far beyond my reach.  The world he left to me seemed to be extremely simple, but when I got to know it to a certain extent, I realized that it was not simple, but a kind of simplicity that was solid to the extreme and full of power and beauty.  Extreme simplicity.  What he left to me is a world that is almost flawless in playability. Until now, I still can't modify or change even one character in it.

    In some ways, this world has gone far beyond the world built by the Supreme God¡ªno, the supercomputer Darimos.  Yes, it is small, it is crude, it does not have such rich changes and such gorgeous effects, but it is unprecedented and unparalleled in terms of stability, soundness and perfection.

    I can¡¯t imagine what I will learn and gain from it if this continues (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. You  Your support is my biggest motivation.) (To be continued)
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