That is, the real Dr. Max is dead. During the time when he and Bai Yi were separated, the unknown life form had replaced the doctor. This replacement may be on the spiritual level, or it may be some kind of physical replication.
Although this statement is ridiculous, the power displayed by the abyss cannot be understood in a conventional way.
In short, if this statement is true, then the person lying in the medical cabin is definitely not Dr. Max himself.
Thinking of this, Bai Yi felt a chill running up his spine. He immediately wrote back to Enol, asking her to keep her distance from Dr. Max.
He did not elaborate on the reason in the letter, only saying that it was to avoid possible infection from the abyss.
He thought back to the lumpy monster he had encountered earlier. When Bai Ye had handed over the specimen to the Third Fleet, he had considered it merely an infected organism. Now he began to worry that the infection had spread to Dr. Max.
Bai Yi began to feel numb, he even felt that something was wrong with him.
After all, even Apollo, the host of the sun god, became like that, so it doesn't seem unreasonable for him, as a fellow human, to be infected.
However, after running through the self-test program, all items reported green lights.
Bai Yi finally felt a little relieved. There was no other way. He could only hope that his resistance was strong and that the time was short enough so that this strange abyss infection didn't spread to him.
Just as he was daydreaming, a voice brought him back to reality.
"Why are you here? Are you homesick?"
Feeling a pair of large hands climbing up his shoulders, Bai Yi quickly slapped them down.
"Neuropathy."
He lay on his back on the ice, looking at the hideous Jupiter above his head.
The owner of the hand wasn't angry either. He sat cross-legged beside Bai Yi in his bulky spacesuit. He then reached out and grabbed a handful of floating snow, watching it slip through the gaps between his gloves.
"Forget you're a robot. You don't have a home."
"If you scream again, I'll poke your mask into pieces."
After hearing the voice coming from the radio, Bai Yi glared at the owner of the hand. Due to the strong reflection of the ice, the other party had lowered his sunshade mask, but without looking, Bai Yi knew that the person under the mask was Arel.
"What do you want from me? It can't be about drinking, right?"
Bai Yi said as he pulled out a can from the ice cave and threw it to him.
"Drink it yourself."
Arel raised his hands in surrender.
"I can't drink it."
"Hey, when do you think the space suits will be lighter?"
"Lightness, toughness, and safety form an impossible triangle."
Bai Yi's voice was lazy, as if he was about to fall asleep.
"The outer material of a modern space suit is already very thin, but the pressurized air inside will cause the entire suit to expand. Add to that the cushioning layer to protect the human body from micrometeorites, and the physics dictate that this thing cannot be lightweight."
"What if it breaks physics? Just like Copernicus overturned the geocentric theory."
Bai Yi raised his hand and extended his index finger lazily.
"First of all, the heliocentric theory is also consistent with the laws of physics."
Then, the middle finger was extended.
"Secondly, rather than breaking the laws of physics, it's more convenient to simply not be human."
Arel also lay down.
"Like you?"
"You could put the brain in a constant temperature container and then turn the rest of the body into a lump of iron. Modern technology is fully capable of doing this."
"Doesn't that mean I don't feel anything?"
"Learn about biomimetic neuron-glia."
Bai Yi rubbed a piece of smoothie with his fingertips.
"It's faster, has a heavier payload, and can be turned on and off manually... Do you think I look like a human?"
"Except for not looking like a human, everything else is quite similar."
"I think so too."
…
The two of them lay in the snow in silence for a while, and then Ariel suddenly spoke.
"Is it comfortable lying here?"
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Bai Yi asked back.
"I don't feel well. I just feel cold."
"It's better to be cold. Some people have tears in their eyes, and they may freeze when it gets too cold."
"What happens after it's frozen?"
"Blurred eyes."
…
800 miles away from the two
Office on the 16th floor of the Audit Office
This is one of the top-secret areas of the entire base.
The room was not very big. On one side of the wall there was a huge container made of bulletproof glass, inside which was a deformed brain soaked in green liquid.
The brain was more than three times the size of a normal human's and was covered in twisted, shrunken blood vessels.
A large number of cables extend outward from the place where the spine should be connected below the brain. These cables bend upward in a large arc and connect to the metal cover on the top of the container.
In addition to serving as links for transmitting signals, these cables also serve to support and fix brain tissue.
"Inspector General, are we really going to do this?"
Inside the room stood a man in an examiner's uniform. If Bai Yi were here, he would recognize that the uniform was worn by the men who had questioned him at the hearing.
At this moment, he stood respectfully in front of the test tube, seemingly talking to himself. However, his voice would be picked up by the device in front of him and then transmitted to the brain in the glass vessel in the form of electrical signals.
"This is our only chance."
The brain cannot make any sound, and its communication with the outside world relies entirely on the text displayed on the screen.
"But there are risks. When we deconstructed its core code, we found that its chaos domain is larger than that of other AIs. Technicians cannot understand its thinking patterns, which will bring uncontrollable factors to the execution of the mission..."
“Perhaps this is the nature of consciousness.”
The Brain in a Vat interrupted him.
"Or do we have any other choice? All we get after all our efforts is a monstrous mess of neurons barely held together by machinery."
The examiner fell silent. He stared at the words quietly, as if he was having a final psychological struggle.
Although words could not directly express the writer's tone, he still felt the pain of the chief examiner.
He had been enduring this deformity and pain alone for a long time. Although he was trying hard to maintain his current form, the examiner knew that there would be a day when his energy would run out, and that day was actually approaching soon.
"I see."
The examiner stood at attention, took off his hat and placed it on his chest, then bowed deeply towards the deformed brain floating in the vessel.
"Thank you for your long-term dedication, my Lord Chief Inspector."
The screen is off.
That brain went into a deep sleep.
Only in this state can his limited remaining life be extended as much as possible.
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