Chapter 65 The doctor opened his eyes, still feeling a little disoriented after reading this story…
The doctor opened his eyes, still feeling somewhat disoriented. After reading the story, he didn't know what to say.
He had actually heard the director say from the beginning that this world was a story with a bad ending.
Because the author stopped writing, the protagonist was forcibly killed off at the end.
Although he had a feeling that the world he lived in was absurd, he never felt that the world was fake.
Even if a little girl with a system appeared later and provided a second explanation of the script.
He still believes that none of this is fake.
The god he saw in his dream was the protagonist of the first book.
But now wasn't the time to think about these things; he forced himself to forget everything in his dream. To be honest, it wasn't easy to explain; the time he spent in the dream felt just like decades of real life.
For decades, he couldn't eat or touch anything; to be honest, it was quite torturous.
After an hour, he could only force himself to adapt.
He stared at me, his face expressionless and utterly silent.
Although he said he was unconscious, the doctor was still a little skeptical. He had just confirmed the time and that he had only been unconscious for a few months, not years or even decades.
However, although the current appearance of the deceased is somewhat similar, he is clearly a man in his twenties.
However, judging from his tone of voice and actions, he does indeed resemble Hōji to some extent.
So why did he become like this in just a few months? Or is it a defect in the clone?
For example, because he is a clone, a few months is equivalent to several years for a real clone, which is why he suddenly grew so much in just a few months.
Is it because of a genetic defect that they have a shorter lifespan?
Moreover—the doctor's gaze involuntarily drifted out the window.
The outside world no longer resembled what it had been a few months ago.
The roads, vehicles, and buildings outside all exude a high-tech feel. You can't even see pedestrians on the road; most of the few living people are robots at work.
Therefore, the technological development in the outside world is like it's only been a few hundred years.
The biggest problem here is the outer protective shield, which firmly forms a semi-circle around the base, protecting it—or rather, confining it.
He gazed at the silent figure before him and had to admit that he was indeed good-looking, but he wondered if it was just his imagination. He felt that the figure resembled someone else.
He Ji had already put down his teacup and said calmly, "Does the doctor have any further questions?"
The doctor snapped out of his daze. "So you did all of this?" He pointed out the window.
Hu Ji remained expressionless. "Yes, I am now in charge of the base. All I am doing now is ensuring that the technology that was meant to develop is developed."
The doctor wasn't surprised that Hu Ji was now in charge at the base; he certainly had the ability.
The only thing he didn't understand was the rapidly developing technology outside.
Just like relying on technology, it simply allowed technology to develop where it should have.
Most of these technologies were already mastered by the original director, but he did not promote them widely.
Why? Is technological progress good? It certainly is. For society, it allows for better development. But for humanity, at least for a portion of humanity, it isn't.
Rapid technological development means that some jobs will be replaced by machines instead of people.
Take customer service, for example. Most customer service is handled by humans, but can't artificial intelligence replace them? Actually, it can. Technology has long reached that level. However, this also means the loss of many job opportunities, significantly reducing human employment opportunities.
The more people are unemployed, the more it means that some people are displaced without wages and without a job to make ends meet.
Self-driving cars, artificial intelligence, and machine services are all taking away people's livelihoods.
You might say, why not just let them not work, give them some money so they can live?
Actually, no. This kind of life without work, without goals, and with nothing to do is not actually pleasant for humans. Moreover, the environment is so harsh now, and human resources are already limited. To continue depriving so many resources of these technological advancements is unacceptable.
This will only exacerbate the fragmentation of the world, and the resources here cannot withstand such turmoil.
"Why?" the doctor couldn't help but ask.
The desolation before him inexplicably exuded a sense of inhumanity, and he tilted his head.
"This is the best solution, doctor. Time is about to 'break', do you understand what I mean?"
Almost instinctively, the doctor felt a jolt in his heart; he was beginning to understand why. The sacrifice of these people was for the sake of this feeble increase, whether for divine status or something else, time was of the essence.
That's why Hongji is so eager for quick success and instant benefits now, but why? Who gave him the order?
Yes, it was an order, at least from the doctor's perspective, not a subjective will of the ghost.
Based on his understanding, Hōjī probably wouldn't get involved in this matter. He wasn't really interested in anything, except for his unusual feelings for the director.
However, he found it unlikely that the order came from the director. Although the director was unaware of the current situation, he felt it was improbable that he would issue such an order. Moreover, he already knew that the director was currently unconscious, just like him, having been in a coma for several months, and his fate was still unknown.
"Alright, Doctor, stop thinking about these things. It's pointless. You should be thinking about yourself now. Do you want to stay at the base, or go out and find the director?"
"..."
The doctor was silent for a moment. It was impossible to ask him to stay, and it was also impossible to ask him to prioritize the greater good. Most of the time, he would act on his intuition and emotions, driven by a sudden impulse to do what he wanted.
So—he's going to find the director.
Before that, he needed to know where the director might be. After all, he had been in a coma for several months and knew practically nothing.
Hōji also showed unusual friendliness and quickly pointed him in the right direction.
This puzzled the doctor. Given the extent of Hōji's obsession with the director, and the fact that there were such traces, why was he still here?
That's what he thought, and that's what he said.
Seeing that Hongji was silent for a while, he replied, "This is something he cares about, and I will protect it."
This answer gave the doctor a jolt, making him realize that he had been overthinking things.
There was also a feeling that made her think the director was no longer there, and that this base was something entrusted to him, which was why he was so serious.
After thinking about it, he quickly dismissed the idea.
Don't think too much about it. The director will definitely be fine. He's very lucky.
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After the doctor left, Hu Ji, who lived at the base, slowly walked to the window, looked at the scene outside, and couldn't help but sigh softly. He didn't want things to be like this either.
He originally wanted to gradually modify it, but there was no chance. What the doctor didn't know was that behind this huge circular protective shield, there was a deep black mist, which was traces of corrosion.
He must have enough energy to support this protective shield.
If we don't do this, the entire base will be in danger.
The world is now teetering on the brink of collapse. Since the original body was not present, these scattered consciousnesses were helpless and could only gather at fixed times to discuss countermeasures.
They share the same memories, but they cannot synchronize. The worst are those alternate identities who have lost control of their original selves and were already not very intelligent.
These disguises required some extra effort from Hongji in directing them.
Soon, this world can become a complete worldview, as long as we gather all the remaining divine beings and select the Child of Destiny, whoever this Child of Destiny is, can be the pillar of the world.
Of course, it would be even better if it were one of our own.
I hope the world will return to normal as soon as possible.
Meanwhile, the doctor on the other side was rushing towards the Saint-Tier Base—actually, calling it a base didn't quite feel right.
But there's no better name for it.
As for why Sainte and not Shaoji? It's because it's safer there. That's why they gave false information, given the current situation. The doctor wouldn't be of much use there anyway, so it's better to send him there first.
He has now woken up and knows what to do.
The remaining people are just barely surviving; they won't face any major problems.
He has figured out the direction of the divine status; now, all he needs to do is develop in that direction.
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The director wolfed down his food while frantically racking his brains.
Meanwhile, the cat was watching intently from the side. "Eating so deliciously? Don't you have any self-awareness? You should know that your base is now in someone else's hands. You want to get it back, but it won't be so easy. Moreover, the last piece of Shengge in your base has already been handed over to Saint-Ti."
Seeing him eat so heartily, Jie Mao felt inexplicably unhappy, but there was nothing he could do because Shao Ji had said he couldn't touch him.
So even if you hate it to the core right now, you can only watch.
He couldn't help but think that if Shao Ji hadn't been that scoundrel, she might have already started her own business.
He stared at her for a while, thinking about Lady Shao Ji. Maybe she doesn't like this so-called director as much anymore?
After all, they locked him up here and even announced to the public that he had been killed. Now he has no base left, nothing at all.
Or is it that Lady Shaoji wants to imprison him here, to make him her personal plaything?
But as he thought about it, his dark aura suddenly surged out. Why should he? He hadn't even been one yet!
Without thinking, he reached out his hand; it was simple, just a touch to the director would suffice. A death that happened without anyone noticing, it could even be called an accidental death.
The more he thought about it, the stronger the temptation became; his hand was about to touch it...
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