Perhaps, everything will start all over again, and what we fear, fear, and hope will all be gone with the wind, leaving behind? Only it walks in the gap of time to witness.

On a rainy afternoon, Professor Fein sat at the window of his office and stared at a bird, perhaps a pigeon, on the lawn outside, a little too far away for him to see clearly. The poor little creature had been circling in circles, refusing to fly away, and the professor fell into a long musing.

At some point, he fell asleep in his chair, ticking, and the time flashed into night, but the professor still didn't wake up.

When he was found the next day, he had been dead for more than twelve hours, and according to his will, the professor's body had been sent to the "Ark of Life" laboratory.

His family was puzzled, but they complied with his wishes. Why not? He was puzzling when he was alive, and how could he expect to be able to understand him after death? In fact, Professor Fein belongs to that category of people, who seem unpredictable on the surface, but are actually obsessed with disbelief on the inside.

It's not hard to imagine how hesitant he must have been when he signed that document. Although his concerns were elaborated in the document, it was clearly not enough for a philosophy professor to let go of all doubts.

Professor Fein, the fifty-page document, had read it three times in one day, and even so, he was skeptical. But when the lab staff served the fifth cup of coffee, he finally signed his name at the end of the document. What drove his determination was not his trust in the power of science and technology, but the philosopher's instinctive instinct to pursue it to the end. As he always said, "As long as there is half the truth, don't care about the falsehood of the other half." ”

In the years that followed, Professor Fein struggled to make himself forget about it. At the end of the day, he's still a little uneasy, and it's not for nothing. Human life, aging, sickness and death are irresistible laws of nature, and even if scientific and technological means have developed to this extent, the results are still inevitable.

Once in a deep crisis, Professor Fein always seems extraordinarily rational and calm, he does not want to see the edifice of human faith collapse one by one, but he has to admit that deep down, or subconsciously, he expects an earth-shattering loud noise.

He vaguely felt that he was approaching an unknown territory step by step, and his head was dizzy. It wasn't a big deal at first, after all, it was a great thing, if it could be achieved.

As the days passed, Professor Fein became more and more worried about the revelations, so much so that he did not dare to go out for days on end, staying at home all day, pacing back and forth.

Smoking cigarette after cigarette, he locked the document in a safe in his office, and then felt uneasy and quietly burned it down in the middle of the night.

He thought that was the end of the matter. Unexpectedly, one afternoon a few days ago, everything followed like a ghost chasing souls.

Finn was in class when a man in a suit in sunglasses greeted him from the back door of the classroom and sat straight in the last row.

At first he didn't care, thinking it was just an older listener. He even felt some relief and pride in the fact that there was no shortage of "students" in his class, and he never turned away anyone who walked into the class.

As to whether he was able to make the boring philosophy course interesting, Professor Fein thought, what does it matter? In any case, no more than one percent of people can understand his lectures at the federal university.

The visitor took off his sunglasses, placed his briefcase on the table, and then imitated the other students in a posture of listening carefully. Finn looked at the man, and suddenly there was a familiar feeling, where did he seem to have seen this person?

Thoughts raced through the nerves of the brain, rushing headlong into the sea of memories and searching for the familiar face. As we said earlier, the professor is the kind of person who is very persistent and simple-minded, and when he remembers the identity of the person who came, he naively thinks that this is just an extraordinary meeting.

The other party is the staff of the "Ark of Life" project laboratory, and this is the same person who made an appointment with Fein five years ago. The purpose of his visit was to regain the client's authority and present the latest technological advances and breakthroughs to the client in the form of a memo.

It is surprising that this time Professor Fein signed without hesitation, and he did not even read the document carefully. At this moment, a strong thought flashed through his heart—how ignorant and stupid he had been in what he had done before!

Over the next few days, Fein seemed to sense that his life was getting weaker and weaker, and he had the feeling that he might be gone one day.

So he closed the door, wrote a will, and emphasized later that no matter what happens, his body must be sent to the "Ark of Life" project laboratory as soon as possible.

As for the cause of Finn's bizarre death, we do not think it is worth delving, because firstly, the unbridled lifestyle of more than twenty years of teaching is likely to be the greatest culprit, and secondly, the bias towards mysticism may have caused irreversible mental trauma......

In short, on this rainy afternoon, Professor Fein, the most prominent philosopher of the Soto Federal University, left this world in a hasty but calm way.

Now, his body rests quietly in the Ark of Life laboratory, with four researchers in white coats standing on either side. One of them took out a laser gun and typed two red Arabic numerals "42" on the professor's left wrist, and the other glued a dozen electrodes to the professor's body, and then inserted the other end of the electrodes into different jacks of the monitoring instrument......

Here it is necessary to talk about one of the most important parts of this plan.

As early as 1019, or possibly 1010, the major federations have achieved the regeneration of human tissues and organs, but unfortunately, brain cells will eventually die after hundreds of metabolisms.

As a result, it was proposed to rebuild the neural circuits of the brain on the new body as a substitute for the death of brain cells, and after more than ten years of unremitting efforts, this idea became a reality.

In other words, in a very short period of time, they activated Finn's brain by means of electrical stimulation, and then completed the scanning of hundreds of millions of neural circuit structures before the embers finally went out, and at the same time reconstructed the cranial neural circuits in another body.

The process lasted about three weeks, during which time Finn's family called daily to inquire about how things were going, and they could be seen to be concerned. His wife, in particular, couldn't help but cry in a low voice during the call: "Doctor, when will my husband wake up?" ”

And the answer on the other end always gives people hope: "I'm sure he'll wake up tomorrow." ”

In fact, Professor Fein woke up half a month ago, and his physical indicators were basically back to normal, the only trouble was that he couldn't speak yet.

He occasionally opened his eyes, but stared at the ceiling, Fein barely managed to squeeze out a muffled sound in his throat, he could move his hands slightly, and sometimes he was able to touch his face like a baby, and since his brain was still in a temporary period of adaptation, all his actions seemed extremely monotonous and meaningless at the moment.

The reason why the lab was reluctant to tell the professor's family about this was simple: in essence, this person was not yet Finn himself, at least some key things were missing.

Professor Finn's life was too uneventful and, like most people, he seldom spoke of his past experiences, and although his early life was full of misfortunes, he considered them to be minor setbacks in the long road of life, and not worth talking about.

The brain circuit scan was completed in less than forty hours, which was six hours less than the average scan time of the previous forty-one test subjects. No one thought that such a famous figure would seem so pale and helpless in the waves of life.

The reconstruction of the neural circuits was a bit more complicated by comparison, but overall it went quite smoothly.

The age of the carriers is twenty years younger than Finn's, which can be described as the prime of life, especially the number of neurons in the brain, which is no more than an order of magnitude apart, which means that they have almost completed a near-perfect replica, or cloning. So when all the stimuli are input, less than ten minutes later, the instruments that detect vital signs make a "beep" sound at the same time. It's simply the most beautiful sound in the universe.

This is not the time to celebrate, and everyone present has solemn faces, they know that they are still one step away from success.

When Professor Fein was just ready to get out of bed and walk around, he was sent to a fully enclosed training center. From the outside, it is a curved building, like an eggshell with broken edges clasped to the ground, about thirty meters in diameter, and the space inside is divided into many layers, each floor is very spacious horizontally, and a vertical circular passage has no end in sight.

Take the elevator from the circular passage to the ninth floor, and through a dimly lit corridor, the light suddenly brightens, and a room full of various sports equipment comes into view, and the chandelier in the center of the roof is particularly dazzling. Two men in white suits are concentrating on playing table tennis, their movements are very clumsy and exaggerated, and the posture of holding the racket is also very funny. Despite this, they played very hard, picking up the ball on the ground and slapping it down on the ground again. If you get a little closer to them, you can clearly see a small yellow round card on the left arm of their clothes, with the numbers 6 and 13 printed on them.

Finn's first training was an electronic maze game, the rules were simple, move the guinea pig in the maze to the exit position within a minute, and with each success, the layout of the maze would change and the difficulty would gradually increase.

At first, Professor Fein didn't understand the purpose of the game, and he held the joystick tightly, pushing and shoving, and the guinea pig scurrying through the maze.

After more than a dozen failures, the professor began to show extraordinary talent, and the guinea pig finally got out of the maze within the allotted time. As the difficulty of the game increases, he gets better and better, and no matter how complicated the route, he can easily get out of it just a few times.

In just a few days, Professor Fein played all the games, with one thing that caught the attention of the staff - he always used his left hand to control the pad's arrow buttons. You know, like most devices in the world, this is a gamepad designed for right-handers, and although it is a bit awkward to use, Professor Fein quickly got used to it.

"Oh my God, he's a left-hander!" A staff member felt that the discovery was so important that he hurriedly reviewed the surveillance video from the time Professor Fein signed the contract. Again, the results were very encouraging, and yes, the professor did sign with his left hand.

No one would have thought that in such a short period of time, Professor Finn's aged consciousness would become familiar with this young body.

In order to further verify the degree of memory recovery of the professor, the staff specially brought a copy of Descartes's "First Philosophical Meditations".

It's a specially treated book, and when someone comes to read it, it reads the other person too. The reader's stay time on each word, psychological changes, and the intensity of stimulation in the corresponding area of the brain are automatically recorded. They firmly believe that only data can be trusted and true belief in human evolution to this day.

Professor Fein struggled to read the book, chewing on it almost word for word, especially in the sixth part of the book, "On the Real Distinction Between the Human Soul and the Body."

If this man had the memory of Professor Fein, he would have shown some special emotion here, for it was with two treatises on Cartesian dualism that he established his place and reputation in the academic world.

Speaking of these two papers, we cannot fail to mention another thing - on the day of Professor Fein's thirtieth birthday, to celebrate the publication of the papers, the teachers and students of the Faculty of Philosophy of the Federal University held a small banquet for him.

The professor was just proud of the spring breeze and couldn't help but drink a few more glasses. At the end of the feast, a young lady gave the professor another toast.

"Professor Fein, personally, which do you think is the essence, the soul or the body?"

The professor put down the glass in his hand and looked at the strange lady, who he did not know, there was no such teacher at the Federal University, and she certainly did not look like a student.

"I think ......," he paused for a moment, adjusting the bow tie of his shirt, "if the flesh does not entertain the soul, then it is clear that the things of the mind prevail...... I mean, in your case, your beautiful appearance determines whether someone will care more about your inner heart. ”

After saying this, Professor Fein also felt very uncomfortable, maybe alcohol was doing the trick? The professor was embarrassed to think that he was by no means the kind of person who would not be able to speak at the sight of a beautiful woman.

"No surgeon claims to have found such a thing as a soul in the human body, a real body is the self." Fein felt the need to make amends for his mistake.

The woman pursed her lips and smiled softly, then got up to leave, halfway through walking and then turned back, "Don't you think the soul is actually quite boring, Mr. Professor?" ”

When he returned that night, Professor Fein vomited so badly that he couldn't remember how long he had been in the bathroom or how he had fallen asleep.

At noon the next day, he barely woke up, feeling that the whole person was light, his limbs were weak, his mouth was dry, and his head hurt a little. He struggled to remember what had happened last night...... He thought of the woman, and it made him even more uncomfortable.

It wasn't until the evening that he had the strength to get up, and the first thing he did was to inquire about the identity of the woman, who was indeed not a teacher at the school, nor a student, but a relative of a teacher. Later, they met several more times, and then the woman became his wife.

Years later, the two of them still recalled the first time they met, and whenever this happened, the professor always deliberately put on a triumphant expression, and said without hesitation: "Honey, you don't know, I almost vomited my soul in the toilet that night." ”

The tentacles of the data reached into the professor's heart, and it experienced a strong tremor.

It was another rainy day, and the professor's wife finally met her husband, and their meeting was arranged in a very warm and comfortable room, with soft lighting, a screen on the wall was playing an entertainment program about survival in the wild, and through the "window" you could see a beautiful garden outside, and a few children were playing on the manicured lawn.

Professor Fein was sitting on a couch and reading intently Hegel's Phenomenology of Spirit, the third level of the underground space, known as the Reception Area, which also had a rather specialized name, the Hologram Simulation Laboratory. The professor is the fourth person to come to this level, which means that in the last ten years, only three people have completed experiments.

The professor put down the book and looked at his wife, a flash of imperceptible sadness in his eyes. After a moment, the woman was the first to speak: "Hey, Finn, do you still know me?" ”

Silence fell again, and the slightest sound of central air conditioning could be heard clearly.

At this moment, the light in the house suddenly dimmed, and no one knew what was happening, and they all looked out the window, and the garden disappeared, and it had become a star-studded beach. The sudden night did not make the professor's wife feel the slightest bit uneasy, and she seemed more composed than ever. She gently took the professor's arm and said, "Why don't we go outside!"

They walked side by side on the damp and cool beach, and the stars in the night sky radiated a mesmerizing glow. For a moment, the young professor felt as if he wanted to sing, and he opened his mouth, but he still didn't make any sound.

There was a stone-paved path on the north side of the beach, and they followed it down, and a small wooden boat stopped on the shore, and they paddled in the small boat until the beach disappeared from sight.

Under the starlight sky, the boundless sea was swaying, and the young professor felt lonely like never before.

Sure enough, the wind rose on the sea, and in a matter of seconds, the wind and waves swallowed up the silence of the night, and the boat swayed from side to side, threatening to be overturned at any moment.

At this moment, they saw a scene of fear, a wall of water several feet high was surging rapidly, and at the top of the wall of water, Sirius in the constellation Canis Major was shining with a cold star.

They panicked and rowed desperately to get out of danger, but the boat kept tossing and turning as if it were firmly attracted, and the huge waves fell from the sky, and the roar was deafening.

Finn clung to the boat, but in vain. A strong force lifted the small wooden boat high into the air, and then fell violently, and the rapid wind and waves carried the professor into the water.

The water was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything, and as the sound of the water became quieter, Finn felt himself sinking, into an endless dark abyss of despair......

He gave up the struggle, the air in his lungs was squeezed out little by little, and his brain was gradually fading from consciousness due to the lack of oxygen.

The darkness was no longer so thick, and countless colorful umbrellas were spinning in front of him, and he remembered his childhood, where the majestic mountains were full of colorful flowers and fragrance, and they kept running.

He was only six years old at the time, and his right hand had been broken in that chase, but he will always remember the day when the sky was overcast and the sun never showed its face.

The colors suddenly disappeared, and there was white snow everywhere, and the professor looked up, and the pyramid-like body of Mount Everest towered above the clouds, and at this moment, they were trekking towards the highest mountain in the world.

Although there have been people who have stood on top of the world in the last century, there are still countless warriors who have gone forward and walked the road one after another. For the masters of this planet, the best way to prove oneself is to stand on the highest point again and again.

Here, accidents are commonplace, and the mountaineering team left the base camp for the Khumbu Glacier, where they encountered a powerful avalanche at an altitude of more than 6,300 meters, killing five members of the team.

Finn and two other members of the team walked at the back, and in desperation, they cut the connecting rope and hid behind a boulder to escape.

The way back was completely covered in heavy snow, and to make matters worse, their oxygen cylinders were damaged and leaked badly, and the remaining oxygen simply couldn't hold out until help arrived.

Fear and despair were written on everyone's faces, their breathing became weaker and weaker, their body temperature dropped quickly, the cold penetrated their skin, and they shivered incessantly, and everyone knew in their hearts that in this death zone where countless warriors had been buried, they had no chance of winning, and it was impossible for them to return alive, at most when it was dark, they would become three stiff corpses.

The night of Karui Peak completely enveloped them, and at this moment, everyone could barely breathe.

Professor Fein took one last look at the towering mountain and slowly closed his eyes, and suddenly, he heard a whistling sound like a swift bomb passing through his ears.

He couldn't help but open his eyes, and his dying consciousness came back to light at this moment. A bright fireball sped over their heads and crashed into a valley not far away.

They had exhausted the last of their strength to climb to the valley, and the sight before them was in disbelief for the three dying men.

The mysterious fireball blasted through the heavy snow, a large amount of climbing equipment was scattered around, and this was perhaps a campsite for climbers, and the avalanche had crushed everything underneath, and they found several sleeping bags and felt blankets, as well as intact oxygen cylinders. With these supplies, they finally waited for help.

A week later, three survivors boarded a flight from Kathmandu to the city of Maro. On the plane, they met a Nepalese monk who kept muttering to himself when he learned of this unfortunate fact during the long flight, "This must be God's will." ”

Professor Fein went home and fell seriously ill, he had a high fever that did not go away, and he was in a coma for three days and three nights. During those three days he was tormented by physical pain, but his consciousness was remarkably clear, he felt that he had been detached from his body, and he had become light and thorough, and he had never looked so seriously at himself and the things he believed in.

At this moment, he felt the same way again. He looked at himself slowly sinking, and he didn't have any nostalgia or sadness.

Suddenly, Finn saw a bright light on the water, and he desperately struggled to swim up.

It's like a dream. The professor was surprised to find that he was still in the room, and his wife sat next to her, her eyes full of tears, and she was clasping her hands tightly.

He was suddenly filled with emotion, and countless past events came to his heart. He didn't know how long he had been dead, and when he woke up, it felt as if everything had been a thousand years away.

Professor Fein turned his head, the expression on his face mysteriously intriguing, and he got up and walked to the "window" and stared out intently, as if something outside the window had attracted him.

His wife, standing beside him, looked out the window as well, and saw nothing but a vast field. She was very puzzled and couldn't help asking, "Honey, what do you see?" ”

After a long time, an unfamiliar metallic voice sounded in her ears for the first time, "I seem to have seen a bird." ”