Chapter 226: Possibly

After lunch, He Ningyan stood up: "I'm a little tired, you are free, I'll go sleep first, and I'll see you at dinner." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

As long as she goes, Lyle and Bill will definitely follow. I heard Lyle and Bill whispering behind them.

"It doesn't seem right today, will it be like this when you become a master?" asked Lyle.

"What's wrong, it's normal. Bill also lowered his voice: "Anyway, I don't see anything unusual." ā€

"What's so unusual about Eliza becoming a master before?" Lyle was afraid that Bill would not dare to tell the truth, so he changed people.

"How do I know. Bill sighed with infinite regret: "I became a great god, and as soon as I knew what skills I knew, I was accepted." Eliza was already a master at that time. ā€

"Then you must have seen her go from a junior master to an intermediate master. ā€

"There is, but it's nothing out of the ordinary. Bill paused: "She called four cyborgs and partyed all night. ā€

Without looking back, one can imagine the expression on Lyle's face.

"Four, male, are the most handsome models... Bill muttered to himself, slowly but deeply, in a tone of reminiscence: "What happened, I don't know, has been outside the door." But the next day I was miserable, I went to help her feed, she looked weak, even if it was a poorly boiled oatmeal, every time she swallowed it, it was so slow and slow, for fear that the rest of the gas would be swallowed together. ā€

It's secretly funny, crazy enough.

Bill spoke slowly enough, slow enough for everyone to understand, and slow enough to walk to the dorm.

She walked to Bill's room and stopped: "My room is small, let's go to your room together." ā€

Bill was stunned for a moment, and then smiled embarrassedly: "Master, do you need me to get something to eat and drink?" ā€

"No, I just had enough to eat. Why is there anything in the room that is inconvenient to enter?" she was a little puzzled and a little impatient, Bill was a little too squirming today.

Bill hurriedly opened the door: "It's nothing inside, I won't be like a like Illusion." ā€

It's really normal to see inside, there are no cyborgs. So she walked in, and when she walked in, she looked back and saw that although Bill had followed him into the room, Lyle was still standing in the doorway: "Come in, come in together." ā€

Lyle walked in, and she found a couch and sat down. I saw the two guys still standing there, looking at each other. I couldn't help but smile: "What are you doing, sit down!"

"Oh~" The two guys, bowing their heads slightly, walked over. Lyle sat next to her, the kind that was still very close. Before she could react, Bill sat on her lap.

This time it was her turn to be stunned, Bill also hooked her neck, his eyelids drooped slightly with a little shyness, and his voice was much softer than usual: "Although I don't want to have a third person, the master is happy." ā€

Ahem... She coughed unnaturally twice, but fortunately she hadn't seen anything before, and quickly stabilized, and said unusually calmly and gently: "After becoming a master, there is a lot of data that seems to be injected into the brain, I just want to discuss things." ā€

Suddenly the room was unusually quiet, and she waited for three seconds: "Can you sit properly now? ā€

In the blink of an eye, Bill was already sitting next to him, and his speed was naturally not clear to anyone. Lyle quickly stepped aside, too close. None of the three of them are fat, and this sofa is more than enough.

See, these two guys... She was speechless for a moment, man.

"Uh-huh. After clearing her throat, she began to describe how she felt.

She also felt incredible: "You don't have to look at a lot of the rules of the game, you already know it. I don't know how this was done or why it happened. ā€

Lyle thought about it sideways: "Maybe this is also a skill, or the host injects knowledge into the brain, anyway, I know that human beings have developed to a certain extent, and they can implant chips, and if you want to learn a language, it's very simple, just pour it into the chip." ā€

"So we ... She looked left and right: "Is it a living person, or is it just a program?"

Just like the Matrix, everyone lives in a virtual world, and everything is fake. The real human lying in the culture medium with a tube in his mouth, the nutrient solution squeezed out by the dead kind is continuously sent to the stomach until death, and then sent to the nutrient solution to feed the same kind cultivated later.

"Before, at Eliza's, I was a puppet, and I must have died. The heart is not beating, not breathing. And now ... Bill reached out and touched his chest: "My heart is beating, I can breathe, I can eat." ā€

Lyle's face was a little solemn: "Anything can be fake, our heartbeat, breathing, and what we eat can all be generated by the program." ā€

If it is a virtual world, then everything here can be explained. Why is it that if you die in the rest area, you can be resurrected. Why can you repair and resurrect as long as you stay up until the end of the mission, even if you only have one breath? Why is it that in the realm of the gods, people can have skills, almost everyone flies like a fairy, as long as the ability is strong, they can create everything.

Why, on this sacred mountain, every once in a while, everything is restored. Why is it that when competing, dead is dead, and if you are alive, your body will recover so quickly.

If it's not magic, it's technology. And technology, can the possibility of the program be ruled out?

"So we may be living in a virtual world, and the reason we don't have memories is that we don't have memories at all. After Lyle said this, his face suddenly turned extremely bad.

Not to mention Lyle, her mood also became extremely bad all of a sudden, thinking that she might live in a fake world, everything was fake. And the end result of fighting for it is nothing, so what is the meaning of living?

"You're at least defined as a human here, so what am I?" Lyle wiped his numb face with both hands and smiled bitterly, "What kind of thing am I?"

She asked rhetorically: "If that's the case, what's the difference between you and me? It's just that the names are different, one is a human program, and you're a puppet program, both of which are programs in the virtual world." ā€

"Slow, slow!" Bill raised his hands, "I thought about it, of course not in your time. You know, my time is faster than yours, I've been thinking about it for at least half a day. What I don't understand is, why build such a virtual world? I've seen the Matrix, and you've seen it. ā€

She and Lyle nodded.

"That's the end of it. Bill clapped his hands and laughed: "If it is really a world that relies on human bioenergy as an energy source, why can we still let us know and see this film, it has long been banned." There are a lot of similar films, I just put them on at night when I'm bored, and I can watch them now, do you want to watch them?"