One

In a hazy white light, I was born uncontrollably.

Wail.

It was as if I was being placed in a marionette-like container, with no room for free movement. I could only let this body continue to cry like this.

My parents, who were so excited, gave me the name they had been thinking about for a long time. Five minutes after I was born, I knew my name.

My name is Yang Li and I am a healthy boy.

I had an uninhibited childhood, but there was little laughter and frolic. From one sunny afternoon, I awakened my interest in reading and fell into the sea of books.

I don't look that gregarious.

When I was seven years old, I was the top student in my class in the first grade of elementary school, but I was almost always alone.

When I was eleven years old, I was amazed by the way I did math calculations. The shy young girl put down the lesson plan in her hand and said in amazement that I was a genius.

Immersed in knowledge, my mind became stronger and stronger, but my personality became more and more withdrawn.

On my birthday that year, my father fulfilled his promise and bought me a computer.

The vastness of the computer world fascinates me and fascinates me.

Since then, the door to information technology has suddenly opened.

However, my mother said that although I was ranked first in my grades, if I continued like this, I would have difficulty in interpersonal communication, and I was afraid that it would be difficult to adapt to society in the future.

She was so worried about it that she couldn't sleep all night.

I don't know how to help her. Since I was a child, I didn't understand how to communicate with people, and the esoteric mathematical propositions seemed very simple.

It wasn't until I was 14 years old that I met Han Yu when I entered junior high school.

It was on a quiet path, and after school I was half-kneeling at a roadside stall, fascinated by a computer magazine.

When I looked back, I realized that the honor girl, who was always cold on weekdays, had been standing behind me and secretly watching for a long time.

Han Yu didn't say whether she was reading a book or reading me. It was all the same for me, she was smiling sweetly anyway.

That's how we bonded.

In the unbridled youth of others, we have restrained but passionate feelings. On a sweltering summer's day, she and I looked at each other and smiled at the entrance of the high school entrance examination center.

Together, we entered the city's key high school.

Then there is the fiery sixteen, the sincere seventeen, and the splendid eighteen. Every year's exam, the head teacher is overjoyed and says that I am an unborn genius. And I passed the informatics competition early and got a ticket to the top universities.

I don't think I'm a genius, but there aren't many people in the world who can match my pace. At the moment when I was escorted, everyone met and was preaching my wisdom and talent.

Only Han Yu touched my cheek and said, "You're tired and thin." ”

Han Yu disintegrated the shell that I had accumulated on myself since I was seven years old.

This affection, which comes from appreciation and understanding, eventually turns into a unique and great love.

During the years of further study in college, she and I supported me all the way. After graduating, we worked on the same project team.

When I was 30 years old, two of the biggest events of my life happened.

First things first.

With the help of extraterrestrial materials brought by the aerospace industry, after years of unremitting efforts, the fruits that shocked the academic community were born.

Material information technology.

Each atom that makes up a physical substance is essentially a piece of information.

This technology can store the material in the form of high-density information and become a silicon crystal.

This is equivalent to punching any real object into a zipper.

If this technology is further developed, humans will one day be able to download a delicious burger in the cloud.

The second thing.

My son was born.

Han Yu and I thought of his name for a long time, and finally named him "Xin".

Yang Xin, our lovely child.

That year, my life reached the peak of glory, and I was immersed in joy with the double harvest of my family and career.

But a smooth sailing life is a very unlikely event after all.

Han Yu's body has not been optimistic since she gave birth. When her son was nine months old, she was diagnosed with advanced lymphoma. The intense radiation of extraterrestrial materials and the highly concentrated pressure of work eventually crushed her.

I took a long leave to spend time with her.

At first, I was able to walk with her in the grass of the hospital.

After a while, she couldn't walk anymore because she didn't even have the strength to walk.

She cried and said she had only had one boyfriend for me. As a girl, she was very wooden and didn't know how to treat me well. What she regrets most is that she has too little joy with me.

Before she died, she was still wondering if she wasn't good enough for me.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

She said, in the future, you have to tell your son how beautiful and kind your mother is.

I was depressed for a long time, but eventually I went back to working in the lab, working, working like crazy. It was like a mountain of pressure on myself, and I wouldn't have remembered the pain of losing her. But I still choked up at night when no one was around.

The energy matrix of the information equation is buzzing like an old washing machine. I just stood next to it, holding back my sobs.

In a winter that was too cold, everything spiraled out of control.

When I was awakened from my desk by a shrill beep, I realized that the Matrix was distorting in an eerie way.

It's expanding, intensifying.

The safety power valve has been corroded, and in the end, only manual closing is possible.

Objects shrouded in a matrix will gradually compress into crystals in just 30 seconds. And the degree of compression is far hundreds of times higher than normal means, and there is almost no possibility of decompression.

At this rate, one minute will engulf my desk, and another three hours will be the whole city. After that, everything will be irretrievable.

At that time, tens of millions of people and piles of steel and concrete will be reduced to a "compressed package" – a huge and smooth silicon chip.

In a moment of my hesitation, the air swelled with water streaks - the borders of the matrix had engulfed part of the walls. Soon, Han Yu and I were wearing school uniforms, and the group photo with an innocent face would also be annihilated into data.

At that moment, I thought a lot, thinking of my parents and Han Yu.

Finally I remembered my son.

Because of Han Yu's departure, my depression and crazy work all crowded out the time I spent with him.

I've always owed him so much.

If I could see him again, what would I say to him?

Yang Xin, you are our son. You are my future and hers, the rising sun, and all hope.

You may not remember my face and your mother's, but I can tell you slowly.

I'm thin, short, smart, and a little stubble. Your mother has bright eyes and long black hair.

We have a good relationship and are always at good heart. Just smiled slightly, everything was already understood.

You will also find a girl like her in the future, who loves you the same and is just as considerate.

I will tell you when I have time, how beautiful your mother is, how gentle and kind.

You have to choose your own path to go down and become a unique to great person.

I'll be waiting for you somewhere. Somewhere you can't understand yet.

One day, when you become such a person, you may meet me.

I've rushed into the matrix, and I'm going to end the expansion of the matrix.

As I run, my bones seem to be the first to turn into silicon.

Before I collapsed, I used the last of my strength to smash the chip carrying the information equation.

There was a buzz.

Boundless darkness consumed me.

…

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…

After the sound of the electric arc, I felt a tingling sensation in the back of my head.

The operator in white helped me remove my heavy helmet.

It was as if I was in a lifetime, and then I remembered that I was still in a white laboratory. I jerked up from my chair and felt dizzy.

The operator hurriedly held him up and said, "Sir, don't get up in a hurry. ”

I said, "It's okay... It's okay. I can do it myself. ”

The operator said, "Mr. Yang Xin, your father's memories have been played. ”

I said, "How long has it been?" ”

The operator said, "You mean memory...... Or is it reality? ”

I said, "The memory spans more than thirty years, but it's quite fragmented, just the silhouette of many fragments. What about reality? ”

"Memories are always just clips, and you don't see trivial and redundant content," says the operator. Add in the acceleration of playback, and you've only been sitting for three hours. ”

I said, "Why did you inform me today to come and see my father's memory?" I've been in the orphanage for so many years, there's no way you can't find me. ”

The operator said: "Because the memory playback technology is not yet mature, the load on brain computing is quite serious. The law prohibits minors from viewing memories – even their own father's. We will only call you today, on your eighteenth birthday. ”

I gestured to the tightly sealed glassware next to me, where a thumb-sized piece of silicon slept peacefully.

I said, "Is that my father?" ”

The operator said: "Yes. Your father, Mr. Yang Li, sacrificed himself to compress into silicon crystals in order to deal with the distorted information matrix. Due to the malignant ultra-high magnification compression, humans do not have the ability to restore him to ...... at present."

I said, "Is there a way I can communicate with him?" ”

"It is possible to try to communicate with him by injecting a stream of information," the operator said. Strictly speaking, your father is not dead, but continues to exist in a form that you and I cannot understand. How to communicate with humans in this state is still a mystery in the academic world. ”

I said, "If that's the case, how do you extract the memories from it?" ”

"We are also puzzled," the operator said. Theoretically, memories have long been hidden to the deepest depths. But in an incomprehensible way, your father turned some of his memories into readable silicon data. ”

I said, "This can't be ......."

The operator said, "It's really abnormal. Before Mr. Yang Li died, he may have burst out with the last potential of the human brain. With crazy efficiency, beyond human intelligence, he strengthens or protects the memories in his mind. The incomparably powerful thoughts and thoughts of the dying moments are simply premonitions that this memory must be given to you. ”

I was silent.

"I don't know if he's aware of it, but he does make a memory uncompressed in a way that overrides the information equation," the operator said. Thoughts eventually triumphed over the unimaginable power of man. ”

I choked up for a moment.

In the hazy eyes of tears, my emaciated father seemed to be walking slowly towards me.

Finish.

Source: Colorless sugar cube / Zhihu

Apologies for the invasion and deletion

Two

1

The regent and the emperor quarreled again.

The regent is in his thirties, usually gentle and elegant, and every time he is so angry with the emperor that he vomits blood: why don't you want to approve the fold yourself?!

The emperor said that he was tired, his hands hurt, his eyes were sore, and he sat on the couch with a pillow: For the sake of Jiangshan Sheji, can Uncle Wang approve it on my behalf again.......

At that time, the emperor was twelve years old, and the regent approved the folds, and said that he would approve them until he was eighteen years old, and he saw that he was an adult, but he was too lazy to approve the folds by himself every day, and asked the regent to sit in the study instead of him.

The prince sat in the study and picked up the lamp and made folds, and the emperor looked at it with a sticky face next to him.

The next morning, a bunch of ministers were impeached, the emperor was eighteen years old, and the regent actually approved the fold on his behalf, which was simply a wolf ambition.

The prince said, who asked me to approve the folds? Your Majesty, you said it yourself.

The emperor shook his head innocently: No, the regent himself wants to replace my critics.

The old ministers suddenly became more impeached, and wrote all the words of the regent's meal at night into the fold. The emperor saw hundreds of folds, all of which were written about Uncle Wang, and his heart was full of joy, and he walked upside down.

2

The emperor has nothing to do, likes to go to the regent's palace to check whether the prince is secretly making weapons in the backyard and secretly training soldiers. One inspection is a day, and the backyard of the palace is so big that the emperor even has to go to see the well.

It's getting dark, and the regent says Your Majesty should go back, right?

The emperor wants to stay overnight and inspect the regent's bedroom. What if Uncle Wang was mad and hid seventeen or eighteen big men in his bedroom in an attempt to usurp the throne?

After entering the bedroom, the emperor looked at the wardrobe, the size of the clothes was smaller, and it looked like Uncle Wang had lost weight. Look at the bed again, in case there is an assassin hidden in the quilt, and after the investigation, the emperor will be lying on the bed covered with the quilt.

Regent: Have you finished your investigation?

The emperor hugged the quilt: Can I find out tomorrow morning?

3

Something happened in the north, and the regent took people to get it done overnight.

The emperor stayed up in the capital for three days and summoned people back with a gold medal. The regent said that Your Majesty will handle it yourself, and you are eighteen years old and can be in charge of the government.

The emperor felt very aggrieved, Uncle Wang didn't talk much, he said it back then, I kissed me when I was eighteen years old, but I don't kiss me until now.

The emperor couldn't sleep after thinking about it, so he simply rushed to the north to find the regent. This is for the sake of the stability of the world, what if the regent is ready to support himself in the north?

As a result, as soon as he arrived in the north, the king gave two kisses very perfunctorily, and a few of them were his uncle's. The emperor gave the regent six words very seriously: not pro-me, not pro-government.

There is going to be a war at the border. The regent led his troops over. On the day of his departure, the emperor took the general's hand: the general remembered to protect Uncle Wang. If something happens to Uncle Wang......

The general touched his chest and was startled: Your Majesty, if you want the three armies to accompany the burial, it will be a standard faint monarch.

The emperor said no, if something happens to the regent, I will die because of overwork, and you will kill the king.

The general was suddenly under great psychological pressure, and the emperor comforted him: Look, general, you take the regent to fight, if something happens to the regent, it will be equivalent to one corpse and two lives. You just take me with you, the emperor comes to a royal driving expedition, even if something happens, there will be an accident together, it is still two lives, and the result is the same.

The tribe at the border is also under great psychological pressure, and I thought it would be a small fight, but the other party actually killed the emperor, and I immediately doubted my life and simply ran away.

Since the result of the royal drive to return to Beijing halfway, several old ministers are worried about whether the emperor is pro-government or not, and they are very concerned about whether His Majesty is pro-government today.

Emperor: Let Uncle Wang enter the palace, I haven't kissed me today.

The regent sent a piece of paper into the palace: kiss on the paper, and cover your face if you want to kiss.

In return, the emperor sent a box of unapproved folds to the regent's palace: I also personally wrote on the folds, so please ask Uncle Wang to read them one by one.

5

In the emperor's court, most of the problems were caused by the fact that the regent did not have relatives today, so whether the prince was close or not became the only problem.

The regent was sick this winter, and he was so frightened that the emperor slept with Uncle Wang for several days, covering his body with sweat. Uncle Wang asked, you don't need to hug all the time, do you?

The emperor thinks it can't be done, what if Uncle Wang suddenly decides to make a desperate bet to usurp the throne? No, you still have to hug it.

Uncle Wang couldn't help laughing: No, you can annoy me to death like this. Or if you ask someone to draw a picture for me, you can look at that picture when I am recuperating.

The emperor wanted to wait for him to get well and paint. The regent thought that it would be better to paint it now, in case he became ill in the future, and it would be shameless to draw it.

When he painted that picture, the regent was thirty-five years old, and when he finished painting, the prince was still thirty-five years old, and he would not grow old again. The emperor's palace will always hang the picture of Uncle Wang when he was thirty-five years old, and he will kiss him when he thinks of it.

The emperor was twenty-three years old, and the regent was thirty-five. The emperor is thirty-three years old, and the prince is still thirty-five years old.

State affairs are busy, and the longer the emperor is in power, the fading the memory of those uncles and uncles. It's actually good to think about it this way.

Author: Futa Lemon Tea