Master Abbot Refuses to Play a High-Risk Role (Part 2) A Stagnant World…
Looking at "Amitabha" on the screen, I thought of my nephew's master.
Just as the abbot discovered a bug, a cyber master came to exorcise demons right after. It's hard not to associate the two things together.
Sure enough, after the golden light faded, a small human figure appeared on the screen.
Compared to Siren, he is farther away from the screen, giving people a sense of relaxation at a “safe distance”.
"Hello, benefactor. My Buddhist name is Fang Yuan."
He bowed to me. Judging from his appearance and clothes, he was clearly the abbot of the bug in the game.
I am very clear that with the current level of technology in this world, it is impossible to create artificial intelligence of this level, so this is also an invader.
As if he knew what I was thinking, he slowly walked towards the screen and stopped.
The closer we got, the clearer the details of his expression and clothing became.
The modeling of "The World" is so exquisite that even every hair is so delicate. There is no sense of incongruity on him. Even his eyes are shining with kindness and tolerance, as if he is really a high monk.
He is different from the Siren.
Siren could still see the inhuman disharmony in the details, but Fang Yuan was almost imperceptible.
If this level of artificial intelligence were to blend into human society wearing the shell of a simulated robot...
I gathered my thoughts and looked around.
"You and the Siren are from the same world?"
Fang Yuan smiled and nodded, "I'm sorry to have caused you trouble. I came here this time to bring her back and to see the legendary 'President'."
"Legendary?"
"Yes." Fang Yuan's smile faded, turning into sadness and compassion. "There is a problem in our world. For decades, we have been looking for a way to save the world."
"Until one day, everyone received the same message, which said that as long as we can find you and make you fall in love with any one of us, we can save our world."
“This information cannot be traced back to its source.”
“So most people automatically treated the message as spam.”
"I didn't expect that just when the security department was tracking down the source of the news, Siren would actually travel through time and space and come to this world."
"What's wrong with your world?" Such a familiar tactic of seduction.
Fang Yuan hesitated for a moment, then showed a relieved expression, "Stagnation."
"What?"
"The problem we are facing is stagnation." Fang Yuan's old voice seemed to contain infinite melancholy.
“All living things in our world exist in the form of data. We exist in data, wandering between networks. Data is our life, and we are immortal.”
"We don't need to eat. We don't need the air and soil that you humans rely on to survive. We can create everything we need ourselves. The data world can realize any dream we want to realize."
“Therefore, we have no disputes, no wars, and the world is united.”
His long white eyebrows drooped, and every wrinkle on his face flashed with gentleness and kindness.
“This is the dream world, and we are very happy with our world.”
"However, until one day, one of us suddenly discovered that our world has remained stagnant for hundreds of years without any changes."
The abbot tightened his grip on the Buddhist beads and said, "Nothing has changed. Everyone is repeating the same thing over and over again. It's like a pile of ordinary data without any emotion."
"But this shouldn't be the case. We can think and have desires. We are clearly high-level data, but we are doing the same things as low-level data. It's like we are being slowly swallowed by data."
“Once this was discovered, someone immediately began investigating.”
"It was not until then that we realized that not only us 'people', but also technology, culture, economy... everything you can imagine, had come to a standstill."
"It's as if time has been paused. Everything around us is no different from five hundred years ago."
“Stagnation is a terrible thing. The world is developing and everything is changing. Stagnation is equivalent to regression, and regression will lead to destruction.”
“So we set out to save the world.”
"However, we are trapped in a cycle. The stagnant world has not changed because of our efforts. Even saving the world itself has become a part of stagnation."
The team leader looked at me and I nodded, indicating that he could ask questions.
The team leader asked Fang Yuan, "I'm sorry, I still don't quite understand what you mean by stagnation."
"Does it mean that everyone is doing the same thing every day? How can we not notice it if we do the same thing every day?"
Fang Yuan smiled bitterly and shook his head, "No, it's more than that."
He pondered for a moment and gave an analogy.
"There was a man who loved money and beauty, so he created money and beauty. Whenever he got bored, he would create the next beauty and the next sum of money for himself."
"Every penny he spent was spent in different places, and every beauty he had had a different personality and appearance, but in essence, his repetitive life did not change at all."
“This happens to everyone.”
The captain was confused, "But the things you said are actually very common in our world."
"The essence of his behavior is the pursuit, realization, boredom and desire of desire. The behavior of most people in our world is a microcosm of this tiny cycle."
Fang Yuan sighed, "No, you've overgeneralized."
"What I mean is that the desires you pursue are constantly changing, and the means you take to achieve your desires are constantly changing, but we are not."
"Life in your world involves birth, aging, sickness and death. Everything rises and falls, and changes. Even though every generation repeats the cycle of being born, growing up, learning, getting married, having children, aging, watching grandchildren being born, and dying, every generation is different."
“We are different.”
"We are immortal, our desires can be satisfied by self-creating data, we will not die and will never be reborn, and the means by which we satisfy our desires will always remain the same."
“We’re at a standstill.”
"In the end, even the people who saved the world repeatedly took the same measures, tried to overcome the same difficulties, followed the same timeline every day, and performed the same acts of salvation."
I said, "It sounds like you are programmed."
Fang Yuan retorted to me, “No, we are complete people.”
I asked, "Actually, I have a question that I have been curious about for a long time."
I looked at the scars on the abbot's head and his snow-white hair and beard.
"Why do you keep calling your own kind 'people'?"
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