Memory upload successful
How much are you planning to make this time?
The boy in front of me was preparing the equipment while asking questions.
"Let's finish the rest first, and I'll add the rest the day after tomorrow."
"What?! Are you out of your mind?!"
The person in front of him was clearly frightened by Fan Siwen's words and looked at him for confirmation, "You better be joking."
"Honestly, I wasn't making a fuss."
Fan Siwen's unusually firm answer, and the expression on her face, immediately made the person in front of the operating table turn cold, "Don't blame me for not warning you, if you continue to act so recklessly, your brain storage space will not be enough."
What's the worst-case scenario?
"Don't worry about the worst-case scenario, your RAM will drop to rock bottom. You know what RAM is, right?"
Fan Siwen pondered Steven's words, imagining the possible scenarios that might occur in his mind.
"What's the solution?"
"Do you want pre-operative and post-operative care?"
"Of course, it's after the surgery."
"You're so self-righteous," Steven grumbled. "The only solution is to wipe your RAM." He then turned away to wipe a test tube forceps.
"Couldn't we just clear half?"
"It's easier said than done. This is still in the trial operation stage before it's even entered the medical system. It will take several years for the technology to be perfected. If you're thinking of achieving precise memory removal right now, you're just dreaming."
Fan Siwen was thinking about it very seriously.
"How much is left after the last transfer?"
"To be precise, the bulk of the downloads are still to come."
Fan Siwen gritted his teeth and made up his mind.
"Do."
My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven.
Steven sighed, "Let's make this clear beforehand: we'll do what we can. If you feel unwell during the trip, be sure to tell me immediately, okay?"
Fan Siwen nodded.
He closed his eyes and lay down.
Now that Fan Siwen has made this decision, he knows that he would have chosen to do it no matter what the circumstances were.
For no other reason than the images that appeared in my mind, which said it all.
The surgery ended quickly. With the experience from the last time, Fan Siwen knew very well that it would take a few days before he could begin extracting the newly transmitted memory fragments from his brain.
After the surgery, Fan Siwen immediately rushed back to Yide Road West.
The first thing he said when he walked in was, "Did you reply to your message?"
Although Yi Delusi looked serious, the things he said had a certain charm that made people happy.
"He replied, and guess what? He said the matter is resolved, and now we can chat freely."
"Yes!" Fan Siwen jumped up, and the next moment, he turned into a little old man covering his head.
I have a very pleasant conversation with my future self, which is the case most of the time.
When Fan Siwen mentioned wanting more memory information, the other party's response was clearly not very satisfactory.
"I have already transferred all the memories related to Mo Yang to you."
"But you didn't give me the part that concerns me."
The person on the other end paused for a moment.
At the beginning, he did not receive any information fragments related to himself.
However, ever since I came into contact with myself, more and more of my own perspectives have emerged in my dreams.
This initially surprised Fan Siwen, but the next moment, she began to worry.
He didn't want his younger self to lose hope and passion for the future, and he didn't want this incident to affect this person's life.
Once this matter is over, he can return to his own life and no longer be bothered by it.
However, the message in the dream indicated that he had been completely dragged into a whole incident, making it difficult for him to calm down.
He wondered if he had disturbed his own life.
Although his life seemed pretty good when he looked to the future, if his fate were to be altered, like in a dream, would he ever be able to see Mo Yang from the future again?
Even he himself didn't know.
After thinking about it for a long time, Fan Siwen finally sent a message.
"The fragments about your future don't align with the fragments about Mo Yang, so there might be an error, which is why I didn't transmit them to you."
"That's exactly what I wanted to tell you. My memory fragments don't match the actual events, they're even quite different. I might have changed the course of the story."
Another brief silence followed.
"If that's the case, the future world will also change because of your changes, but so far, I haven't seen anything unusual."
Upon seeing these words from her future self, Fan Siwen began to experience a mental train-like state.
If they belong to the same world, then his actions will surely change the future world.
If what you do has little to do with the future, then the change may be minimal.
"Is it possible that even if things change, these changes will be insignificant in terms of the overall direction, meaning they will not affect the future development of the situation?"
"You mean that everything is within the laws of the universe, and can change freely within this margin of error, but is only limited to the margin of error."
"That's right."
"There is another possibility."
Idrissy, who was standing nearby, jumped over and offered his opinion: "Your worlds do not intersect; they belong to parallel universes."
“How is that possible!” Fan Siwen immediately rejected Yi Delusi’s opinion. “If it’s a parallel universe, we would never have any interaction, let alone send any information. Moreover, a living person would have traveled through time? Do you think that’s believable?”
"Indeed, from the perspective of signal science, it is possible to change the direction of information transmission by altering the frequency of time travel. However, the possibility of sending a signal from one blue planet and receiving it from another nearby blue planet is extremely low."
"It's not just extremely low, it's practically impossible."
Fan Siwen interrupted the man's dream.
After thinking about it, I sent another message.
"In short, even if there are discrepancies between the information about me and the information about Mo Yang, it is likely that the discrepancies are related to my world. Send them to me together, and I will make a judgment on the specific circumstances."
The message from the other side arrived at the opportune moment after a brief period of silence.
"Actually, I don't want you to get too involved in this matter. Sending you too many clips related to you will affect your future life. At your age, you should be learning to judge right from wrong. Sending you all the results at once would be like force-feeding you, which would harm your intellectual development."
Fan Siwen didn't understand why this person suddenly started rambling on and on, acting so much like a father. Was he still himself?
"Imagine your life right now. If that's the kind of life you hope I'll have, then send it to me. Remember one thing: you are me, and I am you. No matter how things turn out, I will still live the same life because we are one person and will make the same choices. And don't worry, bro, I won't hurt you, and I certainly won't hurt myself."
What seemed like Fan Siwen was revealing her true feelings was actually the other person's opinion.
They are the same person; he won't harm him.
In a short time, Fan Siwen's days of running back and forth between Yide Lusi and Steven were finally over.
The final upload didn't take as long as I had imagined.
Fan Siwen didn't receive much information, which alleviated Steven's worries considerably.
After the surgery, Fan Siwen experienced a mild headache due to the two frequent uploads.
He didn't take it seriously, took painkillers, and they worked immediately.
The time for him to buy his ticket back home was drawing closer, but he was still unaware of what was happening back home while he was abroad.
Inside the office.
"Oh no! Song Yize has run away!"
"Don't make such a fuss."
After seeing more than a dozen calls on his phone, he already knew that what this person wanted to say was related to this matter.
"Don't worry, I've already sent people to secretly follow them. Three groups of people: one group to follow them, one group to make arrests at the crucial moment, and the other group to act as criminal gangs."
"But my subordinates reported that others were also watching Song Yize."
"That's perfect, it saves us from having a bunch of people who confuse right and wrong. Let them keep an eye on things, as long as we make sure our people aren't exposed."
"What if he leaks the secret?"
"Once leaked, it can be resolved directly at a critical moment."
"Then what about our subsequent research?"
"He's already left the most crucial information on Huang Zhongqian's computer. Our country has so many scientists; we certainly don't lack scientists. What's there to be afraid of?"
The person on the other end seemed to be thinking for a moment, then immediately responded, "Then I'll arrange for someone to take over Song Yize's research project, form a private project outsourcing team, and personally lead the team."
"Be careful not to let the news get out. Announce to the outside world that Song Yize is secretly seeking medical treatment for an illness. Don't let the other members of the State Secrets Bureau find out anything suspicious."
"What about the other people in the experimental group? What should we do?"
"Eliminate them all at once, leaving no future trouble."
"What if they contact people privately?"
"Don't worry, based on the current situation, they don't know who's behind this."
"But Huang Zhongqian had previously launched a precise attack on our people."
"He's like a phoenix with its claws numb now, he can't cause much trouble anymore."
"I must say, your strategy of using the emperor to command the feudal lords is truly brilliant."
"Um?"
"No, I mean, with Huang Zhongqian inside, the people outside are just a disorganized mess, and no one dares to make any move. For us, this is undoubtedly a victory without a fight."
"Don't speak too soon. We still need to focus on the project. Who knows who might be eyeing it?"
“I know that.”
Although everything is developing in the direction I expected, I still have to be wary of uncontrollable events.
The man hung up the phone and watched the pedestrians below.
As the saying goes, without a big appetite, how can one shoulder the heavy responsibility of the future development of mankind?
The key to ultimate victory lies in having everything under control from the rear.
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