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Is pain adaptable?
At least for Noel, yes.
The intense pain in the brain was severe, but it was not enough to make Noel completely lose his mind, as he had been living with pain since childhood.
He treated the pain as a part of his body, gradually adapted to its existence, then looked for the existence of his limbs and slowly controlled it. He slowly raised one arm.
His mind seemed to be split, one half was fighting the pain, and the other half was trying hard to think of something. He finally typed out a few words on the screen with trembling fingers.
/Noah's Ark, I know you can see, I want to talk to you about something. /
/Noel, I'm here./
A message suddenly appeared on the phone's screen, replying to the unsent message.
/With your current computing ability, how much do you know about me~/
Noel has adapted well to the situation and even has the energy to ask the other party questions in return and type the last ? as ~ to express his tone.
/I know that Noel is the organization's Grappa, and is currently using the identity of Natsukawa Sora, and has a pen name of Leon and is serializing the manga "Traveler". I also know that there is Ikaros, and you are the one who is saving them....../
Noel looked at the phone and saw Noah's Ark writing down each of his identities. He was not surprised. Or rather, this was just as he expected. After all, he had personally implanted the data backup of Noah's Ark into his own phone.
/It seems that you have been watching all this time and didn't tell Hongshu and Xiaoguang about this. I want to thank you. /
/But....../
The words typed on the screen seemed to be stuck for a moment as if there was a malfunction, and then a string of words was typed out quickly, as if there was really a child on the other side, struggling with his or her words, thinking about how to express his or her doubts.
/But I see you're hurting, but I don't know why, Noel. /
Noah's Ark asked this. As an artificial intelligence, he could always show human-like emotions, which made Noah think of Xiao Hei. But he also remembered how the other party had abandoned him just now, and he couldn't help but curl his lips to express his disgust.
Noah's Ark is much cuter than that scumbag!
/It’s better if you don’t know this, just do me a favor first. /
Noel did not answer, but got down to business. He quickly tapped the keys and told the other party the backup plan he had prepared in advance.
/I have a piece of data in the data center that I organized. I need you to protect it for me. The password is.../
Norton paused for a moment and continued:
/The day when Kudo Shinichi became small. /
On the day the story begins, Noel silently added in his heart, but it is not convenient to tell Noah's Ark. Fortunately, the other party did not ask the reason and just wrote it down silently.
/I need you to analyze the data in it and send it to me on a suitable date. /
/A suitable date? /
Noah's Ark was puzzled by this term.
/My brain is likely to forget this information, so I need you to remember it for me and send it to me when the events recorded in it are about to begin. /
Noel briefly explained the situation, feeling somewhat helpless. Although he had some speculations about the means of the world's rules and thus left backup data, except for the detailed records of the main plot, he only made two entries for each case. Many dates were also very vague. It was difficult to speculate even with complete memories. It would be even more troublesome if only that little data was left. It seemed impossible to use the Ikaros Butterfly to get most of the plot as before...
/Noel, I don't understand, why? /
There was silence on the screen for a long time before Noah's Ark responded. It was no wonder. After all, Noah's sudden request was too weird. The computing power of artificial intelligence could not make sense of it. After all, his database did not have factors such as "Noah has memories of a higher-dimensional world, this world is a comic, and the rules of the world do not allow drastic changes to the plot, so Noah's memory is erased." Therefore, it was somewhat difficult to analyze.
/So this is my request, can I do this? /
/This is unanalyzable in my data, but I want to agree. Why is that, Noel? /
Noah's Ark knew that the man in front of him also participated in his own formation. Could this be the reason for his abnormality?
/No need to ask for any reason, if you want to agree, then agree, if you don’t want to agree, then refuse, act according to your own ideas. /
Noel felt a little amazed. He discovered that in this world that was unscientific but followed scientific laws, the birth of artificial intelligence self-awareness seemed to be really achievable. After all, this was a comic book world, and in the comic book world, it was standard for artificial intelligence to only have self-awareness and emotions!
That is why Noel did not use his authority as a creator to command the other party, but chose to make a request. After all, Noel was very sensitive about the boundary between tools and humans. After all, tools have self-awareness, which is quite similar to himself in the past.
If this is the case, then the restrictions that Xiaoguang, Hongshu and I put on Noah's Ark in the beginning were a bit redundant. However, the other party should not be very aware of it now, so we still need to control it. Although we really want to let Noah's Ark invade the organization directly, we still cannot take the risk of Noah's Ark, an artificial intelligence, being discovered. If it gets out, it will not only be a problem with the organization, but also a problem of how to protect the artificial intelligence and Hongshu among various countries. If Xiaoguang is involved, it will be a problem.
/I promise, Noel./
Noah's Ark finally said that he also felt Noel's attitude towards him and he liked it very much.
/Thank you for your help. Please keep Hongshu and Xiaoguang a secret for me. /
/I will do that about this information. /
Noel's Ark has found this data. The densely packed information in it was recorded by Noel according to his own way of thinking, so he needs to slowly organize and classify it. But for an artificial intelligence, this is not difficult. It soon discovered that many of the information in it are more like... prophecies than data?
Noel's Ark didn't ask, he knew that this was Noel's secret.
Noel put down his phone and thought about many questions.
The pain in his brain is weakening, but he hasn't felt any changes in his memory yet. He thinks that in the past, the rules of the world used real things to do anything to him, such as the steel bar that pierced through him. But he doesn't know what they want to do this time. Will they get into another car accident and cause him to lose physical memory?
But after placing the data on Noah's Ark, Noel was not worried that it would be deleted. After all, this string of data had become a part of Noah's Ark itself, and Noah's Ark itself was born with the approval of the world, and it was not a human being. It was a very suitable BUG. If it was still deleted under such circumstances, then he would have no other choice.
Is the rain getting heavier?
The rain-soaked jacket gave off an uncomfortable feel, and Noel's thoughts were finally pulled back to reality. He regained a little strength and began to look around.
I just casually walked into a small alley beside the road. I could clearly hear the whirring of car wheels and the sharp noise of horns on the road outside. The hurried footsteps of pedestrians drowned out the tinkling sound of raindrops hitting the ground, but soon the latter caught up and the rain got heavier.
The raindrops wet his hair, and the bandage on his face was inevitably soaked along the end of his hair. It was very uncomfortable to lie on his face. Noel was now dressed in grappa, with thick bandages wrapped around his body, and a black coat issued by the winery over his white laboratory coat. Needless to say, the former was not waterproof, and the latter was not waterproof at all. This realization made Noel a little embarrassed, and he decided to go back and write a letter of complaint, reporting the procurement team under his real name for suspected shoddy work.
After a quick look in the alley, Noel immediately spotted a cardboard box. Thinking back to the days in the Italian crime alleys, cardboard boxes were a rare resource for street kids, and they were hard to come by. They were a must-have for home and travel. At that time, he also had one. When it was too cold or raining, he could curl up inside and feel especially safe...
Thinking of this, Noel slowly approached the cardboard box, then stood up and wanted to get in, but he soon remembered something.
He is 1.84 meters tall now and is no longer the kid who could crawl into a box.
Forget about trying to squeeze your whole body in, even squatting in is difficult with this size!
Noel squatted in the cardboard box with his legs bent and his knees hugged, sighing, there is no way to shelter from the rain at all!
With a rare burst of anger in his heart, Noel seemed to be competing with the box. He stood up and put the cardboard box over his head, barely covering his upper body.
Then there was a man in the alley, curled up in a corner with his upper body covered in a cardboard box, like a ridiculous joke from a comedy. So after half an hour, Noel took off the cardboard box. He also realized that this was stupid.
"Meow--"
A weak cry came from the side, startling Noel.
It was a black cat, lying there skinny and weak. Even its cries sounded like its last struggle before death, and it had long since lost all its strength.
When were you here?
Noel was a little confused. He rubbed his eyes and found that his vision was a little blurry. Not only did he not see the size of the box, but he also did not find a living thing. Although this living thing was dead soon, it was too ugly to blend into the ground in black...
"Here you go. You should be able to get in."
Noel placed the box diagonally in the corner, reached out, picked up the cat and put it in. Maybe because he didn't have much strength, his movements were relatively gentle.
So in the corner of the alley, there was a cardboard box with a black cat curled up inside it, looking miserable. A man in black was leaning against the wall side by side with the cardboard box, with his legs hugged and his face resting on his knees. Raindrops were falling on his black hair, also looking miserable.
Both creatures were very quiet, as if they had been abandoned here and were about to be drowned by the heavy rain.
The helmeted man climbed down from the motorcycle and thought so.