After Shang Yechu asked the question, 103 fell silent instead of saying anything.
"What's wrong?" Shang Yechu asked, somewhat puzzled. 103 wasn't usually a fussy person, so it was unusual for her to be so hesitant.
103 paused, then said somewhat reluctantly, "I just tried it. You can use other values to exchange for—the time it takes to enter my database."
Accessing database 103?
That's a strange idea. Shang Yechu's eyes lit up: "Tell me in detail. What's in your database? What's the exchange rate? How do I access it?"
103 stammered, “My database contains all the books and materials in the world today—I mean, the kind of formal publications that circulate in internet databases and have left a mark on human history. It doesn’t count the fantasy novels that elementary school students write in their exercise books, and I don’t have those rare, out-of-print private collections either. Actually, it’s not very useful.”
Shang Yechu tried to use her imagination, but found that her meager imagination was completely incapable of depicting what the database of 103 looked like.
"For example, if you want to see Zheng Bohan's script for 'Half a Sky,' it's not in my database, so..."
Shang Yechu interrupted 103: "What do you mean by saying I can 'go in'?"
103 Pingban said, "That's the idea. It's the same principle as when I played music for you a while ago. You can use a little 'other value' to exchange for an hour of time to browse my database."
Shang Yechu became interested: "Finding things in your database must be very convenient, which will save a lot of time searching for information everywhere..."
“It’s not just that,” 103 interrupted Shang Yechu. “My database isn’t, uh, it’s not from the same dimension as yours. Do you understand? So when you’re in it, time doesn’t pass in the outside world. It’s like you’ve spent ten years in the game, but in reality you only need to press a button to skip to the next level.”
In other words, it's equivalent to gaining time from another dimension!
Shang Yechu accumulated over 200 other points, which means he had over 200 extra hours—enough for eight or nine days!
Shang Yechu's breathing quickened: "Such a good thing! Why didn't you say so sooner?"
103 said coldly, "You really think this is a good thing? Do you think my database is a comfortable, large library?"
"It's not exactly pleasant," Shang Yechu said with a dry laugh. "I'm not going on vacation."
103 emphasized, "I told you, that's another dimension. When you're in it, you'll lose even the meaning of being human."
Shang Yechu opened her mouth, but before she could speak, 103 interrupted, "Humans are social animals—don't look at me like that, even you are a social animal. Do you know about 'space syndrome'? When astronauts leave Earth and enter space, in that extremely empty environment, far from human groups, the unknown and immense fear and loneliness are enough to engulf them."
"And in that place, the same feeling would be multiplied tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of times!"
Shang Yechu frowned and said, "What kind of analogy is this? Astronauts are away from their home planet for years at a time, so loneliness is to be expected. I'm only there for a few hours, how could I possibly scare myself to death?"
"Imagine a well with a diameter of one square meter at the opening. But the well is infinitely deep... The well walls are higher than Mount Everest, and you can never see the end," 103 said coldly.
"—And now you are standing at the bottom of the well."
Shang Yechu couldn't help but shiver.
103 advised, “Therefore, in that kind of place, let alone learning any dialect, you might even forget how to breathe. Forget about that, think of other ways.”
Shang Yechu was silent for a moment, then said, "I still want to give it a try."
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