Albert was practicing his state of mind, he was meditating.

But unlike the usual meditation, he is completely emptying his mind and calming himself, which doesn't seem to be of much use.

In this magical but not spiritualistic world, the mood does not have much of an impact.

That is, if you cultivate your mind and become a saint, you will still be a saint if you don't practice.

If you want to say what's the use, that is, be clear-headed, calmer, and have a better temper, and then it's useless, and it's not as simple as [forced calm], so to put it in layman's terms, he's just in a daze.

His mind was in turmoil and needed to calm down for the time being.

This time the chaos was not because of the destination we were about to reach, but because of the experiment log I saw in a book.

In this experiment, the researchers used the souls of two death row inmates to study the "linkage" at the soul level, and this experiment was considered a success or a failure, and it was said that it failed because the equipment used for the experiment had an accident and exploded on the spot, resulting in serious injuries to three researchers, and it was successful because the two death row inmates exchanged some memories with each other.

Yes, some of their memories were exchanged.

This thing in his hand is not something made up from a street magazine, it was bought from the [Underworld] for a long time, and the news is very reliable, and the reason why this is circulating is probably because this information is very useless to other people.

Yes, it's useless, what if you know that memories can be exchanged.

What if there is no experimental data, the materials used, the materials of the rune array, the combination, the orientation, the output power of the magic energy used in the experiment, and the number of people participating in the experiment.

From the front to the side, there is nothing that can reflect this experiment, a simple "memory can be exchanged", knowing that it is just like that, when he bought the news, everyone thought he was wronged.

This didn't transcend time and space, nor did it go beyond common sense, it was just a partial exchange of information between two souls who had eroded each other in the experiment, but it made his heart chill and creepy.

Because this begs the question: "I" is not "me".

Once, this question was stupid, because in that technological age, people believed that consciousness was the soul, but here, the soul is a "physical concept" rather than a "philosophical concept", it is real, it can be observed, it can be touched, it can be recorded, so the concepts of "soul" and "consciousness" are independent of each other, in this case, the question he is thinking about now has a certain meaning.

Now, there's an answer that's a little more likely to explain its existence:

His soul is linked to the soul of a person from another world.

Based on this assumption, which is not yet determined, he needs to think carefully about how to define "me" as "me".

How to determine a person at the soul level?

Most of the current methods are to determine the strength of his soul, bands, frequency of spiritual power, subtle shape differences, and a variety of levels to determine that he is him, which is not used in general, but when it is used, the confirmed result is 100% accurate, so, assuming that a person's consciousness continues to survive in a different carrier, then is he still him?

In this case, it should be difficult for both technological civilization and magical civilization to clearly define him.

So let's change the analogy.

A person is dying of terminal cancer, and the doctor only saves his brain, which is still intact and is where it should be, but because he has lost his body, he has lost all his perception of the outside world, and we can assume that he is half-dead.

In order to bring him back to life, scientists made an electronic brain for him as a new carrier, which can perfectly simulate joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, retain all the previous functions, and retain all the memories.

So is he still alive.

Let's skip some discussion and say that he is him, so if this mad scientist is based on the existing electronic brain, and duplicates another brain, and both electronic brains think that they are "him", who is "him".

Assuming that the earliest prototype was him, who was he when two brains were made at the same time?

If he is missing a little memory during the transmission of consciousness, is he still "him"?

You see, once the discussion has begun, it certainly cannot be over.

Because everyone will have their own opinions on this kind of issue, they will inevitably be divided into different camps, and it is difficult for each faction to come up with a reason.

For Albert, this question is important because it involves his very existence, as well as the original mystery ———— what it means to cross over.

But his conjecture just now can only explain the soul wear, so what about the wear.

Assuming that "information is everything" is the truth, and taking it as the premise, the answer seems to be right in front of us: we first compare the universe to a computer, everything in the world is the data in the computer, and the computer is connected to each other, and there is a certain degree of dependence and sharing.

If it really will, then now, the puzzle of crossing is solved.

Albert was stunned for a moment.

Then he immediately took out a pen and paper and recorded his conjecture.

"I'm like. He sat down on the grass, flipped the notebook in his hand, and threw it into the space, "What a big problem solved." ”

He succeeded in explaining what a crossing was, albeit a conjecture, and an unverifiable conjecture.

"All traversers are just the product of system errors between worlds, we are just data in the computer called [Universe], and the traversers are stowaways brought by small system bugs, a group of guys who don't even know whether it should be judged as "me" or a replica, but it's just a data ghost shuttling through the computer. ”

"If that's true. He looked down at his body, "I've been completely destroyed once, and now I'm just a replica here... ”

"[Albert], [Don Quixote], [Liu Bo], all of them, copied souls. ”

"That's why we haven't been wiped out by space. ”

"Because it's not [me] who came. ”

"It's [data]. ”

Silent, quiet, Albert felt that he might need a long time to digest the information he had just sorted out, he lay down again, stretched, and posed as a salted fish very relaxedly, enjoying the comfort of the soft grass, but unfortunately his salted fish was only for a few seconds.

"Get up!" "You get up first." ”

Cecilia *** straddled his abdomen, kneading his face vigorously with both hands, until the stone-like skin was slightly red before letting go: "It's time to get home!"

"Good, good, spirit. He bent his legs and propped his upper body with his hands, and she rested her back on his thighs so naturally, "Now it's enough energy." ”

I can still run, I can jump, I can breathe, that's enough.

He said to himself.

I'm still alive, so I'm who I am.