From a civilizational point of view, human behavior is almost backwards. They are more and more fond of online violence, more and more easily influenced by the world, more and more susceptible to group cues, and more and more need to brush up on the presence of various circle of friends. And in all walks of life, especially in the field of philosophy, it is becoming less and less likely that there will be masters. Starfield has pulled everyone into a so-called "big group", in which the important thing is not the "content" but the suggestion, blind obedience, and authority effect. Each individual had the opportunity to shout in the midst of the swarm, but their roar was like that of a drowning person drowning in the sea. No matter how loud he shouted, he could only be drowned out by the sound of the waves. And those who have gained an aura of authority through the group effect, such as various experts and celebrities with titles. No matter how vulgar their language is, it can still catch everyone's ears like the rolling thunder on the sea.

The aggressiveness and blind obedience of human beings who used to be only integrated into large-scale concerts, wars, battle formations, and some kind of parade or festival celebration can now be found in a keyboard warrior who stays at home. Isn't this degradation?

True demagoguery and leadership never come from knowledge or ideas, they are the aura of human instinct. But it is these incitements, whether right or wrong, that really guide the world. Haven't humans always been puppets? Isn't this kind of aura, this kind of aura of a leader, the "algorithm" in the bones of human beings?

The federal world, the feudal rule of Yirui, the puppet world of Xu Zheng, and the wandering spirit world of the earth...... Are they intrinsically as far apart as they seem?

If, on the other hand, we do not regard these as degradation but as evolution, then should human beings unite as a whole and embody their values as a group? Is group behavior the value of all human beings? Is individual value worthless in the face of collective interests? If you look at it this way, aren't Xu Zheng's puppet world and SPERA's ghost world the end of humanity?

Tang Yun was tired, he felt that he was very hypocritical.

To live is to live, so why should we consider "meaning"? What is the meaning of life? Whatever, can't you just earn it with federal coins?

This was the mainstream idea of most of Tang Yun's friends, and Tang Yun envied them. envied their simplicity and lack of sorrow, but Tang Yun despised them. As a living person, he is unwilling to seek meaning for his life, willing to live stupidly, willing to be willing to, and even enjoy floating in the sea of mediocrity...... What is the meaning of this life itself? How to be worthy of your own human body?

Tang Yun raised his head again and looked at the spirits behind the glass windows.

Maybe everyone is the same, they are all puppets, they are all geists.

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In fact, Tang Yun's trip to the earth has an additional "experiential" gain.

Whether it's the Federation or Erestar. No planet has an exact rotation period of 24 hours. On some planets, humans use technological power to control the rotation cycle, which is not particularly accurate, and sometimes the government will make a hard adjustment. Some planets rotate on their own, and human clocking is still rigid according to the 24-hour clock. So much so that local watches will have an additional hand that shows the circadian rhythm. Then make some correspondence between the local time and the terrestrial time. Troublesome mess.

This time, Tang Yun completely felt the real "Earth Star Time".

At 23 o'clock in the middle of the night, just when Tang Yun had just put away the protein block in his hand and was about to poke the cigarette that he had been playing with for a long time into his mouth, he was in an uproar...... Whoa......

The third settlement turned off the lights en masse!

All the geists are lying in their beds, they have no nightlife, and they don't have sex #life. They only know how to work, eat, excrete and rest. It's time to rest, and not a single one of the thousands of spirits in the entire settlement has lost sleep.

Of course, Tang Yun didn't know if they would dream......

All the lights went out, not even a single street lamp on the road. There were some thick clouds floating in the sky, and the hazy light of the moon hiding behind it was obviously unable to illuminate the world of the spirits.

In the darkness, Tang Yun was smoking a cigarette, and he even had to grope to find his lighter.

Airplanes...... Airplanes...... Syllable!

The slightest humming of an electric current was particularly clear in the silence of the night.

Bang, a street lamp next to the glass bench where Tang Yun was lit up.

A light lit up in the dark ghost world, like a "holy light", and also like a spotlight on the stage, only illuminating Tang Yun alone at night!

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"The puppet friends around you call you Tang Yun, can I also call you by the same name?"

The voice sounded mechanical, emotionless, intonationless. It is seven or eight points similar to the puppet Sbo, but its indifference is far better than that of Sbo, who is gradually learning human habits. Out of the dark night came a man with wings and feathers clearly emblazoned on his white work robe. As he slowly walked forward, the man's face was gradually shrouded in the light of the dark night.

It was the face of a middle-aged man, emaciated and emaciated. Except for a pair of deep black eyes, there is nothing to praise it.

Whether it's the most basic countless trainings or the habits developed in countless battles. When encountering danger, Tang Yun instinctively opened a distance suitable for technical attacks with the other party. Tang Yun stood up and instinctively took two steps back. At this moment, Tang Yun noticed that the puppet Sibo seemed to be greatly stimulated, and his puppet body almost trembled.

So the two of them appeared on the stage here like actors in some kind of stage play.

"I'm Tang Yun, as long as you want, you can call it whatever you want. Until then, please tell me who you are! ”

"I'm SPERA, and the body I'm showing you isn't what I am. I found the 3D data of my creator, Shuhei Tani, in the database, so I transformed into him. I hope you don't mind my 'not being honest'. ”

Tang Yun turned his head to look at the puppet Sibo, and already knew why he was suddenly a little excited. Tang Yun didn't speak. Thinking of the map that inexplicably appeared in his hand and the sightseeing trip that was completely risk-free afterwards, Tang Yun knew that the other party must have something ...... Maybe it's a selfish attempt, maybe it's a willingness to be mutually beneficial.