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Takakawa began to dream again. Before he opened his eyes, he had already stood up, to be exact, the feeling of standing up, with his feet against some solid plane, so that when he opened his eyes, he saw his own body. The seemingly flesh-and-blood body, but in fact it is an inorganic prosthetic, can also be regarded as a humanoid body that is visualized by some kind of information and intelligence lying on an endless plane. This plane is not a grassland, not an earth, not a hill or an ocean, but a large square without color, because there is no color, not even white, so the outline of these things he sees is only a feeling.

Is there air here? I don't know, but Takakawa feels that there is a lot of information flowing in, from the eyeballs, from the nose and ears, and when he opens his mouth, it also penetrates into every pore. The calm prosthetic body breathes, and these invisible information flows like nutrients in the blood vessels and nerves, into the hard body of the brain - it is obviously a prosthetic body, but it still has nerves and blood vessels, and it is not some other alternative creation, which is really subtle.

Takakawa can feel the flow of information into the prosthesis, but he can't feel the changes within the prosthesis. Probably because he was a ghost right now, he thought like this--Gao Chuan, the ghost, in this dream he thought of as a dream, stepped out of the prosthetic body without restraint, looking at the endless plane, looking up at the sky, and there were no more three-dimensional things in all directions, on this barren and desolate plane, he deeply felt the emotion of "only himself".

He didn't feel how desperate he was to find a second person. It's as if I vaguely know that although I am alone at the moment, I will never be alone here forever. He, or she, or it. In short, the second person besides oneself, maybe the third person, the fourth person, will definitely appear at some point.

Time does not mean anything here, however, the other side will definitely appear. Even if it's just a dream, the dream won't be meaningless, and all dreams are received by oneself, whether realized or unrealized. Whether it is the surface or the subconscious, all the information received is combined in fragments, according to some law or not at all—no, there should still be a pattern, because dreams may seem nonsensical, strange, and strange. But in one episode, it is smooth, even if it is like a garbage story that is randomly pieced together with many plots. But the plot used to piece together is still a story - therefore, the dream made up of these information fragments must also have the meaning of where the information fragments come from.

In such a theory, in this sense, any dream may be "a reaction to something that actually exists", but it is just too fragmented. Or maybe it's beyond your own perception and you don't think it makes sense. But in fact, since this information is valid, and received by oneself, it is stitched together into a dream. Logically, then, the kind of thing that this information reflects before it becomes fragments is also a necessary and objective existence.

Information itself is a manifestation of existence.

It is not unsolvable to people's cognition, but it is beyond the ability of most people to find this answer. People can use learning to grow in time, but, on the other hand, people are also the most lacking in time to grow, even if there is no illness and accidents, the life span of human beings is not about 100 years. There is a lot of knowledge that cannot be fully accepted by even every future generation and built on it. And when illness and accidents come suddenly, the urgency of time is even more suffocating.

Takakawa does believe that with enough time to learn, mankind will be able to understand many things, and that the mystery of today may no longer be a mystery - of course, there are many more mysteries, hidden in the unknown that expands as the human knowledge expands correspondingly.

However, "having enough time to learn" is the ideal assumption.

Takakawa believes that what he has experienced is the madness and desperation of "not having enough time to understand when the mystery of terror comes".

Perhaps Seki and Dorothy can use their unique way of being to catch up with this terrifying and mysterious distance, so they can say that their own plans can save the situation. However, whether they are overconfident, pretending to be confident, or can really do it, Takakawa can neither prove nor understand, he has no justification for his ignorance and stupidity, and he does not need to justify it, because it is not a shameful thing, but just an "ordinary", "average", "normal" reality.

Any ordinary person can grow, however, it takes time.

There is no time left.

Therefore, we can't put our hopes on "growth", but can only bet on what miracles those things we can't understand will bring to us. It was a wonder, a terror, a hopelessness, but full of temptation.

Takakawa knew very well that although he didn't say it, he actually knew very well that accepting the help of Tie Se and Dorothy and carrying out their plans was no different from taking a gamble, no different from praying for a miracle, and no different from what the other self, the self who should have died a long time ago, wanted to do.

Is the miracle on Dorothy and the color? Or is it in the "river", something that I don't know exists? Or is it in the person who made the choice?

These three questions are the core of the disagreement between oneself and another self today. But in the final analysis, this is not a completely opposite disagreement, because the goal is the same, and it is still oneself who makes the choice, "Takakawa", and nothing else.

Making different choices as two Takakawa may seem opposites, but the current choice is not certain. When Takakawa is bound to become one, the real choice will come, and it will not be a decision that others can help make, but a choice that must be made entirely by the final Takakawa, who is theoretically superhuman-like. Only the choice at that time is the final choice.

Yes. Takakawa will eventually become one, whether it is himself or another self, there is no doubt about this, and there is no resistance, and there is a determination that no one will interfere with it. The reason why we have not become one now, it is only to think, to observe, to experience before the final choice comes—that oneself and the other self are separate, seemingly independent, and even, in the eyes of the color and Dorothy. The other self is a product of counterfeiting and shoddy, a trap of the "virus", but that is only their opinion. Takakawa is a prosthetic, a temporary creation, and a substitute for the color tie and Dorothy who cannot move freely, but this does not mean that Takakawa is a puppet with no self-awareness.

Behind the silence, Takakawa's thoughts have always been surging.

But. How to think, observe and experience. Time is also always ticking, the days of separation are short, and being one is the necessary key. This critical moment is coming, even if there is not a very obvious sign, but Gao Chuan can feel that the critical time is coming. Moreover, the other self must have the same feeling - it is the self and the other self, both waiting, expecting, apprehension. Silence, to meet an endgame.

Yes, it's just an endgame. Gao Chuan doesn't know how many endgames he has experienced, but every self-thought endgame will prove later that it is just a phased end. Countless high rivers, countless doomsday illusions, going forward and succeeding. And this time, no different from the past, that sense of endgame reappeared. He hoped that this was the final end, and there would be no more to_be_continue, but he was also afraid that this was the final end, and even if it was a tragedy, he would never start all over again.

He can believe that this time it will definitely not be a tragedy, but there is no absolute guarantee that it will not be a tragedy. He expects this to be a comedy, even if it is absurd, humorous and black, but as long as it is a comedy, there will be a surprise side to someone or something, maybe not the protagonist, maybe not himself - on the contrary, Takakawa hopes that if this is really a drama of black humor, then he is the clown who is teased by the absurd humor of black.

Yes, my God, the invisible and incomprehensible existence that weaves the script and destiny, if it really exists, then let yourself be a clown, let your loved ones, and even more people laugh, and let yourself carry all the twisted, the banter, the cruel, the desperate, the crazy factor, that is also very good, very good.

Let everyone laugh at me, despise my stupidity and ignorance, watch my funny thoughts and actions, and give all your applause and flowers to others.

Gao Chuan thought distractedly on this plane, where there was no time and no end in sight, because there was nothing he could do here except thoughts, and there was nothing that needed to be done for him.

It is empty, nothing else, without any emotion and mind other than the self, a dry dream that is neither rational nor emotional.

Only here can he think, think, speculate, affirm, and all activities are in the mind, just as the soul is detached from the body. The body does not die, but lies motionless, while the soul can wander around.

Here, he doesn't have to worry about the color and Dorothy, and he doesn't have to worry about things other than himself. This focus on himself allows him to better understand what he wants, what he is, and how he lives. At this time, he was extraordinarily sober and sensitive, and was able to have an instinctive perception of who the next person would be here with a very sharp sensibility.

It's him, it's me, it's another self, it's Takakawa.

The one who will come here is, of course, Takakawa. Rather, this plane is that oneself and another self are always connected, and it is always a proof of existence.

Gao Chuan thought, since I am here, then, he should be on the other side—it seems very far away, it is the opposite side, but it is still on the same plane.

He looked at the distant horizon according to his senses, and then, he really saw that the hazy figure, like himself, floated like a ghost. When he saw him on the other side, he also looked at the other side, the two eyes made contact, there was no spark, and there was no resistance, as if they were the same, from the same source, blending together.

After eye contact, it didn't take more time and process, and the two soul-like humanoid silhouettes were brought closer together. At this time, they were less than ten meters away from each other, on this plane. Although it was still quite far away and there was no connection, it was enough for them to see each other clearly.

The young Gao Chuan, the delicate face is full of stubbornness.

The prosthetic Takagawa, with a mature face full of persistence.

Stubbornness and persistence are similar, but they are not the same, but the two are so similar, they are originally one, and of course they have the same consciousness and determination.

"See you again, Takakawa." The teenager Takakawa said.

"yes, I didn't expect it to be so soon." Prosthetic Takagawa said.

"Don't you want to say something to me?" The teenager Takakawa asked, "For example, what am I?" What do I want to do? Persuade you to turn back, make amends, and change your evil ways or something. ”

"There is no shore here, there is no prison cell, and there is no good or evil." "This is the heart, it's your and my heart, it's Takakawa's heart -- what you think is actually what I think, what you do, it's actually what I want to do, and it's the same way around, isn't it?" ”

"Ah, is that so? I didn't think about it. But since you say so, that's probably it. Young Takakawa smiled, "Because, I also thought about it, according to the plan of Tie Sei and Dorothy, they are smarter than me." ”

"So, I'm the one who thinks about it." "Originally, this kind of split would not have happened, and there were two Takakawa at the same time, each carrying out different ideas, which had never been seen before. ”

"That's why I'm a conspiracy with Dorothy to think I'm a 'virus.'" The young man Gao Chuan shook his head, "To be honest, I don't know if it's or not." For me, it's not a matter of easy yes or no. ”

"It doesn't matter whether it's or not, Gao Chuan can't resist, Gao Chuan is just a patient, how can he control the development of the disease?" Prosthetic Takagawa also laughed, "But it doesn't matter, you are me, I am you, this has not changed, and there is no need to change." Just as a person has only one choice for a problem, no matter how many ideas he has, there may be many backup plans, but there is only one real priority to implement. You and I are two different ideas, but only one idea will be implemented. ”

"It's not the color tie and Dorothy, it's not the virus, it's not Jiang, it's 'me', it's Takagawa himself." The young Takagawa took the words of the prosthetic Takakawa.

"The time has come to become one." "All observation and thinking will come to an end. Are you sure? Takakawa. ”

"I'm not sure at all, Takakawa." The young Gao Chuan said: "However, when things come to an end, what you want to do, you must do it." ”

As he said this, his figure gradually faded, and when he reappeared, he had already reached the other side of the horizon again, returning to his body.

Only one voice was left that echoed across the endless plane: "To the moon." ”

To the moon -

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