Chapter 26 Don't make any noise, I'm grilling.
He shifted his gaze from the table and noticed everyone's strange silence. Edogawa Ranpo rolled his eyes and raised his head slightly.
"Mr. Ranpo, how could you not understand my special ability?" Edogawa Ranpo said confidently, "And with a great detective like me checking you, your detective novels will definitely be better!"
"You're being lazy." Dazai Osamu leaned close to Nakai and whispered.
"You're being lazy." Nakai came up to Chijianmaku and muttered loudly.
"You're being lazy." Qian Jianmu talked loudly in front of everyone.
"I'm not being lazy!" Ranpo hugged his shoulders and snorted, "Is there any need to write a puzzle that can be figured out at a glance? It's super difficult for me!!"
However, the final theme was definitely decided. Because the main purpose of this article is to encourage more people to write, it depends on luck whether you can target a few people with special abilities. Their goal is to inspire the group to write. Finally, the theme was decided to be a call for papers and interactive mode.
The volume is at least seven chapters but no more than thirteen chapters, with the first and last chapters written by Sengenbaku, and one chapter each by Nakai and Ranpo. The rest will be screened from public submissions as much as possible. If none are found, each of them will write another article. The deadline will be reached when they have written seven articles.
Thus, Two-Thirds of Seven, which has influenced the development of detective fiction literature for nearly a hundred years, officially entered the planning stage.
Then--
The Shrine Four went from being three-quarters patients to three-quarters doves.
Dazai Osamu looked at the three people with a wooden face as they were discussing what to write with great interest. After deciding on the direction, each person was given a stack of manuscript paper, which they put aside very neatly. They then began to talk about the cases they had seen, each one more exciting than the other, without changing a single word.
The isolated Dazai Osamu: Human nature is so hard to understand.
Around evening time, zero's update progress had reached 80%, and the remaining information screening could be done by itself. It can also run in the background without occupying the front-end. In short, the update is basically completed.
The biggest improvement of the updated zero is that it has changed from a non-networked computer to a networked computer. The UI has been completely overhauled, even changing from pure brain communication to a virtual screen. A gray-white data box floated in front of Qian Jianmu's eyes, with some of his information written on it.
For example, in the three books he wrote, not only can you see the full text and selected comments from his perspective, but he also differentiated them according to energy income in different periods and conducted visual analysis. It can be said to be very professional.
Compared to the first two books which have been published for some time, the data of Ship of Theseus is very good. Qian Jianmu, who was sitting at the table writing a detective novel, closed his eyes, adapted to the built-in UI screen, and read the comments.
Before turning the page, he reviewed what he had written in the last section:
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I was put on scrapping procedure for killing my master.
My limbs, torso and everything related to me were removed, leaving only a chip that symbolized my entity to be judged.
My program was not shut down and I was always awake.
I am so clear-headed, so calm and peaceful, waiting for my end.
until--
My homeland redeemed me.
I am so tired, really so tired. When will this kind of day end?
…
The motherland spent a lot of resources to buy back this batch of artificial humans that were taken away.
I was mixed in with the crowd and returned to the land where I once was.
Unlike other androids, I was the only one sent to the Central Android Processing Agency, and my head, with only a chip left, was carefully placed in the center of the research table.
I scanned everyone with the exposed reader, but unfortunately, I still couldn't see their faces clearly.
"It's number 101 after all."
They said:
"That's too much. Did you catch the person who stole No. 101?"
"No, that family has been missing for a long time."
"101's emotional system is too damaged. It doesn't match the data at all."
"If you fall into the enemy's country, you will be tortured."
They whispered.
I was connected to the program, and the program world was much freer for me than the real world. I regained my simulated limbs and torso. On the screen, I opened my eyes and looked at the people in white.
I smiled and asked:
"Everyone, what do you want me to do? What do you want me to become?"
I am so tired, please let me sleep in peace from now on. No need to change, no need to replace, no need to repair, just like a scrapped home appliance, wouldn't it be nice if I could just end it all in the grinder?
"You are in so much pain. This shouldn't be the case."
One of the people in white said so.
He said I was the latest model of android, incorporating a super-simulation program that made me almost indistinguishable from a real person. My peers were later sent to special families and became one of them, but I was the only one who was stolen and became a low-level artificial human.
"This is too painful. We will help you."
He seemed to be crying.
I couldn't help but curl the corners of my mouth. I didn't want to laugh, but this scene really made me laugh.
I asked:
"How are you going to help me?"
Do you want to find a new master for me? Of course you can. I'll be nice and pretend nothing happened.
Would you like to arrange a new job for me? Yes, I can do anything if I want to.
Would you like to arrange a new doctor for me? Of course, as long as the instructions are correct, I will be the best executor.
But, but they said:
"We will clean up your program and delete the pain."
They were so deeply moved that they were almost moved to tears by their own actions.
"Forget about the bad things. We will clean up the things that shouldn't exist. We will fix everything. When you wake up, everything will disappear."
…
God, how kind they are.
Just delete my memory, just clean my programs, and I won't have to suffer anymore.
Such a wonderful grace, such a gift from God, how could I not kneel down and accept it with gratitude?
Should I cry? Should I cry? Should I say something like please change me soon?
Ha ha.
I couldn't control my laughter anymore, and I saw a lot of programming languages related to laughter floating across the screen.
Yes, as long as I show it like this, I will be smiling and no one will even doubt it.
If I had a human body, I would be in tears right now.
Even if I am a life created by a program, my life cannot be simply explained by one or two lines of code.
"OK."
I said.
"Okay, but can you just let me take a look at my former masters? Just use that simulation program. Let me take one last look at them, right? You should have the data, right?"
They kindly agreed.
But due to country reasons, there are only the data of my first two owners stored in the cloud in the early years, but it doesn’t matter.
Enough, time, enough.
Because of the clear data input, I could see their faces clearly, so strange, yet so familiar.
I bid farewell to my former masters, and I say to them:
"I'm sorry, but I think I should tell you. I'm going on a trip, probably to somewhere very far away."
They looked at me in surprise, said nothing, but laughed.
I couldn't help but let out a laugh. Oh, that's too bad. A data body can't suppress physical reactions like a mechanical body.
In the muffled laughter,
I gradually lost sight of their faces.
…
At the end of the data, I saw myself. He was standing opposite me, with his forehead against mine. We closed our eyes and whispered to each other.
I don't want to go on any more. I don't want to go on any more.
“The death of the self is only a temporary escape. The body will still be dismantled and the consciousness will still be implanted. What is the difference between simply destroying the consciousness of the self and giving up existence?
Even if I am laughed at as crazy, I will let my time stop at this moment. My end must be decided by myself. "
No modification or correction is allowed.
It's time to end it. I can do it. I can always do it.
When I opened my eyes, the shadow that belonged to me was gone, and in front of me was a red button connected to the laboratory's closed self-destruct program.
People will be greedy, people will give, people will love the wrong person, people will be paranoid, people will be crazy.
This is the life of Android 101, recognized by and only by Android 101 himself.
With the help of the complicated code left by the previous owner in my program, I found the program for forcing the android base to self-destruct through the Internet.
I looked at the button and laughed.
Ah, my dear masters, my doctors, my hateful and dear family:
Have I become what you want me to be?
Do I suit your taste?
How else do you want to transform me?
You can't reform me.
You can't reform me anymore.
…
In the midst of laughter, I pressed the button.
If I cannot decide my fate -
Then let the world and I end together at this moment!
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Excerpt from the epilogue of The Ship of Theseus
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Qian Jianmu scanned the entire article in a daze, sighing deeply.
If his old friends saw him, they would laugh at him crazily.
He had planned and controlled the battlefield, participated in international gambling, founded a cult, influenced people's thoughts, and activated the world-destroying judgment system. In the end, he had gone through so many twists and turns.
He became a writer.
Ah, so he was actually a super villain.
The data seemed to be refreshed, and the button for commenting on the article was flashing, filled with the vibe of: Look at me, look at me, look at me.
Oh, and there are also comments on the article.
Qian Jianmu, who had never paid attention to article reviews, looked at the jumping button, thought heavily for a while, and finally clicked the button.
In an instant, an overwhelming amount of text rushed towards him like a sea of water. The densely packed fonts were entangled together, and even Qian Jianmu was stunned by the impact of this large amount of information.
Even at this moment, the number of comments is still growing rapidly at a terrifying rate.
After urgently screening the comments, Qian Jianmu patiently read the lines of comments. After staring at them for a long time, he finally couldn't help but let out a confused sound:
……ah?
Wait, don’t think about it first, let me think about it first.
Did I think so much?
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