In some ancient science fiction movies, some humans who live in pain are extremely envious of artificial intelligence.

Because artificial intelligence can choose what to remember and what to forget.

People can't do that, they can only be deeply trapped in pain and unable to extricate themselves, relying on time to flush their memories bit by bit, and increasingly strong willpower to resist the pain.

But when Chen Feng, as a human being, really has the ability to selectively "forget", he suddenly realized that forgetting itself is actually a kind of pain.

The process of giving up memory is suffering.

Good memory represents the happiness he has experienced. There are many names in these memories that he can't forget-Zhong Lei, Tang Tianxin, Fatty Ou, Brother Tiger, Big Head Lin, Ou Qinglan, and Grandpa Chen Mo.

And many fragments of his life that he treasures.

Bad memories represent his growth. There are many scenes that he does not want to recall but cannot forget. However, it is precisely because of the pain he has experienced that he can become what he wants to be and what humanity needs him to be.

Happiness cheers people up, and setbacks teach people to grow.

As long as it is a memory, whether it is good or bad, it cannot be easily given up. It is Chen Feng's precious wealth, even more important than knowledge.

If you forget knowledge, you can learn it again.

If you forget life and cannot find it back by yourself, then he really has no chance to experience it again.

Chen Feng has experienced ten rebirths, but each life he has experienced, whether it is a thousand years ago or a thousand years later, is different and cannot be replicated.

His subconscious mind would tell him that his existence was built on memory, and the process of abandoning memory was a slow, bloodless suicide, as if a person was taking a small rusty blunt knife and peeling off his flesh and blood bit by bit.

Chen Feng actually had a plan.

Even if he failed to read the stacked memory symbol in the end and failed to retrieve his memory, there was still a copy in Fanxing.

But the nature of Fanxing's backup and memory symbol was actually completely different.

The stacked memory symbol contained his own thinking characteristics, and the quantum law and his thinking could be seamlessly connected.

The process of him absorbing the memory symbols was like a person who lost his memory due to cerebral thrombosis and regained his memory after slowly unblocking his blood vessels.

If Fanxing transmitted the backup information to him, or if he quickly browsed Fanxing's backup "documents", it would become like watching a movie.

That is the perspective of an observer.

Chen Feng knew very well that even if he madly suggested to himself that the protagonist of this movie was himself, and imagined a strong sense of substitution, it was self-deception.

Before making this decision, he thought that letting go of the past was a very simple thing. He might feel a little lost, but it wouldn't be a big problem.

But when he was really about to draw the first stroke of the knowledge he had learned in recent years in the complicated and stacked memory symbols, a string in his heart suddenly broke.

It was clear that what he threw away was just "unimportant" knowledge, but there was still a pain in his heart, like a tree being eaten by termites.

This was a strange situation that he could not tell anyone about, and he could not find any reference in history.

He was the first and only person in human history to quantize the complete black hole of human thought, and then re-instilled the underlying personality into a new body like transferring data on a computer hard drive.

At this time, he was screaming and roaring crazily in his heart.

He didn't want to be like this, but he couldn't control it at all.

In order to avoid interfering with Chen Feng, Fanxing had already withdrawn her quantum network scanning signal, completely cutting off the connection between the two.

Chen Feng didn't even have a listener.

After enduring endless pain for a long time, Chen Feng slowly regained consciousness and his virtual vision refocused.

Chen Feng's "soul" looked up at the endless darkness, breathing heavily.

Although breathing was actually useless, the habitual thinking he developed when he once had a body miraculously made him feel a little relaxed.

"This won't work."

"Shouldn't I have expected this level of difficulty?"

"It's not difficult, stay calm."

"I can, I can do it."

"I will definitely get my memory back."

"Losing now is for better gains in the future."

...

Chen Feng was like a child climbing over a wall for the first time, constantly encouraging himself with such seemingly childish words.

At this moment, he had no one to rely on.

But the more this kind of situation he faced, the more stubborn he became.

All along, the only person who could stay by his side and provide him with direct help before he died in battle was Big Head.

More often than not, he had to face all the enemies alone.

He got used to it.

After a long time, Chen Feng finally stopped panting, his eyes became clear, and his gaze became firm.

He moved his head and began to reimagine the information in his mind.

In front of him, the first winding ink mark was filled in the framework of the complex symbols that had been completely designed by Chen Feng, like copying a brush calligraphy.

At the same time, Chen Feng forgot all the knowledge systems he had mastered since 2600 years ago.

The quantum laws carrying his thoughts took a step forward along the axle in the drill's extension and contraction chain.

The real energy level particle floating in the front is also a quantum law like 1 bit of binary data. It passes through an information channel that connects the virtual and the real, drips into the brain cells of the embryo, and then takes root like a seed.

The next moment, the "dead" embryo releases an extremely fine quantum entanglement interference for the first time in seven years.

Amplifying this interference by billions of times can be roughly understood as human brain waves, or the bioelectromagnetic response released to the outside when circulating in the human body.

In the actual energy level scanner of the Primitive Gene Research Institute, this entangled signal was infinitely amplified, and finally rang out in many monitoring rooms of the institute with a loud bang.

Roar!

The institute was boiling.

Countless people jumped up excitedly.

Some people's faces were flushed and tears were in their eyes.

Some people's hands were shaking and their speech was incoherent.

These researchers who participated in the most confidential research of the Morning Breeze Empire and were determined to die knew what this meant.

That "boom" represented the heartbeat of the ancient sage.

Almost at the same time, Yang Guoding's voice rang out in everyone's communicator.

"Everyone be quiet and stay focused. The second stage has just begun. The embryo's 'heartbeat' does not mean that it has been successful. I must emphasize that the sage has officially entered the stage of mind docking."

"This is the first and most important project in human history to return quantum thinking to the human body! When the embryo is born with a heartbeat, it means that the sage has begun to enter the embryo. The next process is irreversible and cannot be stopped! The sage has cut off his retreat. He has handed his life over to us."

"I believe I don't need to emphasize the importance of the sage's life. This is related to the life and death of the empire, the entire civilization, and everyone!"

"Two hundred years ago, Dr. Sergei once said that scientific researchers are warriors in coats. This is our battlefield! Our final battle has begun! Our real enemy is not the Compound Eyes, nor the real culprit behind the Compound Eyes, but the fate of destruction!"

"Fate cannot be seen or touched. But it is waiting for us in the future. It will erase us, our families, hometowns, compatriots, and all traces of our existence from the universe."

"Humanity will not sit idly by and wait for death! The ancient sages, our predecessors, and ourselves, have spent nine generations of hard work and finally tore a huge crack in the endless darkness. At the other end of the crack, there is another universe."

"In that universe, our descendants can travel carefree among countless galaxies, from the Milky Way to Andromeda, to the Sloan Great Wall, all the way to the edge of the known universe! Our civilization will last forever in that universe!"

"However, to get there, we need to use our own hands to shape our future destiny into what we want." "A

warrior will never indulge in a little progress, but will always only look at the final mission. Relaxation means death, means failure. So, do you understand what I mean?"

Yang Guoding's words were not profound, and the meaning was very simple, even a little colloquial, but they inexplicably went straight to people's hearts.

The people in the institute were stunned at first, and then their faces slowly turned red.

More than ten seconds passed, the noise died down quickly, and everyone went back to their workstations.

The atmosphere had changed significantly from before.

When people decided to stay, they relied on a reckless courage and relied on pure willpower to support themselves at work, but now there was a deeper awareness in people's expressions.

Lin La also heard what Yang Guoding said.

She was a little surprised.

She knew Yang Guoding very well.

Although Yang Guoding was not taciturn, he was definitely not a good talker.

His style of doing things was usually to say less and do more, using actions instead of language, and rarely showing such explicit emotions in language.

These words probably did not come from him.

Lin La guessed the truth. This passage was indeed not written by Yang Guoding himself. The real author was Fanxing.

Fanxing's data contains the social ideologies of all galaxies and regions in the entire Morning Wind Empire so far.

She has studied the lives of too many people, and can instantly retrieve all the images of anyone in the empire from birth to death from the quantum Skynet database.

As early as the 21st century, humans had invented lie detectors by combining micro-expression psychology, physiology and electromagnetism. Now Fanxing's ability is roughly equivalent to a super lie detector with a power of billions of times stronger.

After a lot of calculations in accordance with the basic laws of space-time topology, Fanxing grasped the main trends of the mental state and thinking patterns of everyone in the institute, and based on this, she carefully designed a speech for Yang Guoding.

Fanxing's design has precise arrangements from the content of the speech to the changes in tone during the speech, and even to the volume and sound that are most suitable for each different listener.

Yang Guoding is not a qualified speaker, so his performance is very average. He just spoke the content, but failed to achieve the ups and downs effect that Fanxing wanted.

It doesn't matter. After all, the sound comes out of Yang Guoding's mouth and reaches everyone's ears through the network.

Based on the most suitable parameters for each different listener, Fanxing has carried out a detailed and deep processing of Yang Guoding's tone. The

basic principle of Fanxing's processing of tone combines the classic techniques left by "Morning Breeze", Zhong Lei, Lu Wei and countless predecessors in the field of music and speech in human history.

The impact of speeches on people's hearts is no less than that of music. At the right time, in the right environment, and with the right tone, the right words will become a battle song that will resonate forever in people's hearts.

This is the power of language, which is based on the power of words and sublimated by the tone of voice.

In fact, speeches deeply blend performing arts, literature and music together, and can bring spiritual power to the extreme.

At this time, the "speech" heard by everyone in the institute is the same in content, but there are differences in the details.

Every word will secretly meet the psychological needs of every institute staff member.

Every tremor and ups and downs of the voice are like the rhythm in "Morning Breeze", which can pierce people's defenses fiercely, and it is also a rhythm optimized point by point for different people's characteristics.

The finishing touch of the stars achieved its purpose. Yang Guoding's sudden but accurate mediocre speech became a "war song" that surpassed "Morning Breeze" and was deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Chen Feng was unaware of the changes in the outside world. He just wrote the second stroke in the symbol.

He threw away another piece of knowledge.

Time passed, and a year passed in the blink of an eye.

Under the pull of the three-type worms, the speed of the corpse planet continued to increase, reaching 7,900 kilometers per second.

Chen Feng finally threw away all his knowledge except for the common sense of life he learned in the 21st century.

He forgot the principles of the armor he had controlled in his past nine reincarnations, why the spaceships he had ridden could exceed the speed of light, he did not recognize the corpse planet, and he did not know what the tree-spike drill that was absorbing him was, nor did he understand what state he was in now. But he still remembered that the symbol floating in front of him contained his memories, and he knew to repeat the previous operations, like a fishman pulling off the scales on his body to pile up a sculpture, perfecting the symbol step by step.

He finally came to the time to forget people and things.

Fredes' face flashed in Chen Feng's mind, and then disappeared into thin air, turning into a stroke in the symbol.

Chen Feng lost an important emotional anchor.

Unspeakable tearing pain burst out in his heart.

He "fainted".

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in a primeval forest covered with thick fog.

Looking up, he could not see the sky, only a vast expanse of white fog.

The sunlight could not penetrate the fog, and could only vaguely reflect the hazy outlines of the surrounding objects.

Looking down, he saw weeds and mud everywhere, and snakes, insects, rats and ants occasionally passed by him.

He turned around on the spot and vaguely found a passage that looked like a road but was not a road, winding its way into the depths of the forest.

Chen Feng tried to take a step forward, the clouds and fog rolled, and the scenery changed dramatically.

The place where he was standing before was quickly overgrown by thorny vines, which completely covered it.

A piece of cloth was torn off his clothes and hung on the thorny vines.

There was no way to turn back, so he had to move forward.

Chen Feng continued to walk forward, and another piece of clothes was torn off.

The road ahead was both clear and hazy. Although it was not very clear to the naked eye, he knew in his heart that the destination was there. He was like a lonely ghost being led by the Black and White Impermanence with an invisible chain towards the Naihe Bridge, or like a young man who was lost in the forest, stumbling forward step by step.

The clothes torn off by the thorns hung all over the road, which were signals used by lost travelers to mark the roads they had walked.

Continuing to walk like this, Chen Feng was suddenly stunned, and asked himself a question while talking to himself.

"Who am I? Where am I from? Where am I going?"

After waiting for a long time, his loud self-questioning and self-answering echoed in the forest.

"I am Chen Feng, from Hanzhou, and I am going to see my daughter."

It was unknown how much time had passed, and how far he had walked.

He asked himself three questions again, but only gave one answer.

"I am Chen Feng."

At this time, two years and seven months had passed in the outside world.

The eighteen Worm Type 3s were still emitting flames, continuing to advance toward the top of the Milky Way, and their speed had reached 280,000 kilometers per second, slowly approaching the speed limit of light.

The front end of each Worm Type 3 was topped with an umbrella-shaped shield, which absorbed or decomposed the cosmic particles along the way.

Eighteen umbrella-shaped shields overlapped and protected the corpse planet behind.

But this protection was not thorough enough.

There were still countless particles that strangely "emerged out of thin air" on the path of the corpse planet, hitting it hard.

The front surface of the planet was shining brightly under this violent collision.

In the universe, the total amount of real energy is actually constant in area, constantly being born and annihilated in the gaps between the three spaces.

The energy level contained in these extremely tiny real energy particles is far lower than that of quarks and string waves.

When ordinary objects move, the existence of real energy particles cannot be sensed at all, because the real energy particles born out of thin air exist for too short a time.

When an object collides with it, before the kinetic energy exchange occurs, the energy particle is annihilated and disappears.

But when the speed of the movement of matter reaches the speed of light, it will show obvious collision characteristics.

In fact, as early as the 20th century, humans have found evidence of the existence of energy particles - the upper limit of the speed of light in a vacuum.

It is the collision of energy particles with light that limits the speed of light to 300,000 kilometers per second.

In translucent materials such as liquids or glass, the density of large particles that gather into clusters of energy increases, and the density of energy particles born from nothingness increases, further limiting the speed of light.

If there is no obstruction of energy particles, in an absolute vacuum, the theoretical upper limit of the speed of light should be infinite.

But the impact of energy particles is not the thing that causes the greatest damage to the corpse planet.

The real killer is the interaction between the original three-dimensional space and speed.

The originally spherical corpse planet was forcibly stretched by speed, like a ribbon-shaped meteor.

The original gene research institute is located at the back of the corpse planet and will not be hit by real energy particles.

The shell material of the institute can also withstand the high temperature radiated from the front.

At this time, the institute, which was originally disc-shaped, has become a bullet shape.

If a bystander with perspective eyes observes the institute from the side, he will find that the people inside have become stretched "noodles", and the instruments and equipment have also undergone obvious deformation. The whole picture looks like a picture with an aspect ratio of 4:3 forcibly stretched to 100:3.

However, the people in the institute are completely unaware.