The girl woke up.

What catches your eye is a spotlessly clean rococo room. The room is furnished with elegant furnishings and furnishings: a coffee table and chair with a back, a half-empty bookcase, and a vase of flowers.

The girl was on a chaise longue. She wore the same red dress that Victoria had worn when she first crossed over, not the one that had been tattered in battle. The wound on the abdomen was gone.

So the girl understood. She sat up.

"I know it's you. Come out, aliens. ”

Then, the teenage girl found the person she was looking for in a chair. A familiar black suit, triangular eyes, hooked nose, and a smile that always carries a hint of contempt.

"How do you know it's mine?" Our culprit, the bald alien, asked in a moment's time.

"The inhabitants of that world wouldn't entertain me with scenes from 2001: A Space Odyssey!" The maiden roared.

"Ah......" The bald alien let out an exclamation - the girl had to secretly complain about his exaggerated acting skills - and then took a sip of the coffee that appeared in his hand at some point, and the girl could see the steaming steam rising from the cup, "I really appreciate it." I'm guessing you're a movie fan? ”

"I've read the original Arthur C. Clarke's 2001: A Space Odyssey," the girl said impatiently, "So, what's going on now?" ”

The balding man put down his white coffee cup: "Nothing." Your body is in the cloud world, well, and is receiving the safest protection of that world. ”

"And where am I now?" The girl touched her face, which was undoubtedly an entity, "Is it out of body?" ”

"Surprising," the bald man stood up, "have you become so adapted to that world that you have forgotten the most basic scientific knowledge?" Earthlings don't have souls. In words that liberal arts students can understand, your consciousness and memories are at best complex molecules and electrical signals and the like. ”

The girl's voice suddenly deepened: "If you tell me that I am now in the state of a 'swamp man', I will kill you." ”

Someone went out for a walk and was struck by lightning while passing through a swamp and died. At this point, another bolt of lightning strikes the swamp, and the lightning and the swamp react unexpectedly, creating a creature that is identical to the deceased at the atomic level—and even in the same state of the brain. The creature didn't even know it was a clone, and continued to live its life with peace of mind.

It's a hypothetical experiment on "who am I?" – although the girl doesn't have much exposure to the story of the subject, she can vaguely remember a film called "Deadly Magic". A replica that is exactly the same as the deity...... It's hard to say what will happen......

The bald man laughed: "Don't think about it. We are not on the timeline of the world on the cloud right now. I've temporarily shifted your 'status' to another timeline, no matter how long we're here, it's a split second. Well, it's like ...... Dream, illusion, and approximate truth. ”

"Just think it's in a dream? I see," the girl nodded, her face immediately gloomy, "but since it's an illusion, why don't you change my body back to its original state?" ”

"It's rare for you to start adapting to your new body, so it doesn't bother you to adapt." The bald man said it for granted.

It took a lot of effort for the girl to resist the urge to smash the alien's bald head with the "bright world".

The bald star walked to the corner, where an old-fashioned turntable was placed at some point: "Do you want to listen to something?" Limited to classical. ”

"Whatever you want." The girl yelled.

The bald man shrugged helplessly. A vinyl record appeared out of thin air in his hand. Soon, the beautiful music of the waltz "Blue Danube" sounded.

"Don't you guess the next one?"

"Thus Says Zarathustra? Don't try to fool me, you're just playing the soundtrack of the 2001: A Space Odyssey. Novels are certainly my favorite, and I have watched the movie five times. ”

There was a little silence.

"I'm surprised," the bald star sat down in his chair again, "I thought you'd be even more angry at the changes in your body." ”

"That's how it was," the girl sighed, "but not all." 'We're what we eat', you've heard it, right? What else does it say? We are our memories. ’”

"Whether it's a body or a memory, everything is just a different form of matter," said the Bald Starman unromantically.

"Gender, race, social identity, etc., are just our momentary opinions. There is no conceptual thing that is eternal......" The girl glanced at the bald star, "Moreover, I have been watching Xiaowei for the past two days, and what kind of 'bright world' queen memory slide, if you still can't adapt to your identity at all, how about you just award me a prize for the most difficult to knead in the multiverse?" ”

At least I can still talk to you in the same tone I used to have, the girl thought indignantly.

"I'm afraid that the number of lives that can win awards in the multiverse is more than the number of Ganges sand." The bald star complained.

"The feeling of memories that don't belong to you," said the girl, "if you're interested, how about catching some unlucky guinea pigs—I mean, any intelligent creature—and doing some experiments?" You can give them a taste of what it's like to observe someone else's life in the first person, or fast-forward jump. Oh, you might as well open the call for volunteers: a lot of people with special psychology would rather pour money on you than pass up such an opportunity! ”

The bald star's face did not change: "The gossip ends here. What do you want to do next? ”

The girl sighed.

"You say I'm under the protection of Goth and his companions, right? Goth is still a good guy after all, and I'm in good shape," the girl casually sent a good guy card to a certain unsuspecting protagonist of the original work, "I think I'm on the right track as a traverser." It's nothing...... Big deal. ”

Our earthlings have already figured it out. The profession of the traverser can only be the traverser.,It's as undoubted as the profession of a beautiful girl is a beautiful girl.。

"That's not what I meant." The bald star smiled playfully, "I mean to ask you...... Victoria Douglas: What are you going to do about it? ”

The girl was startled.

"What do you mean?" She stared at the bald starman.

"I did set some small traps for your journey to the Atlas......" the bald star said slowly, his expression almost threatening to make someone pounce on him and strangle him to death, "and now, as compensation for your suffering, I can help you get out of trouble." Don't look at me like that, just take it as your reward for passing the parlay. ”

"That is to say......"

"If you want, I'll take out your Viviet, the original Victoria Douglas consciousness, out of your body. You see, as soon as I snap my fingers, her soul will be 'BIU~' and will be wiped out. ”

Only then did the girl realize that Xiaowei did not exist in her mind at this moment.

"What do you think?" The bald star chuckled.