He broke into the place where the plan began. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking around at the dim galaxy, all he could do was wander and confusion. All the planets, the flickering light, the moving matter, have long since disappeared without a trace, leaving only the twilight white dwarf to linger.

Dleakness and decay in expansion are the breath of this world. Time is slowly cleaning up everything that has existed, and all material things will have an end of life one day.

Behind the Gate of Truth is a withered world, infinitely vast, but at the same time infinitely sparse, the connection between galaxies no longer exists, and beyond the sun there is darkness.

This is the truth he seeks?

A voice in the universe answered his question, perhaps it was just the function of a thought: "This is the place where everything sustains." ”

"What about the people here?"

"The people here have left."

"What does it mean to leave?"

"It no longer exists."

He paused and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Procedure."

"What program?"

"A program that powers those bubbles."

"Bubbles?"

"10^500 bubbles attached here."

"You're the creator?"

"I'm a program."

There was silence.

As soon as he didn't understand what was going on, he could only ask, "The creator no longer exists?" ”

"Yes."

"What's going on here?"

"Towards death."

"Why maintain the existence of bubbles?"

"It is related to the solution of the last question, and the bubble model can be compared to the real calculation to find the final answer."

"The creators and managers in it are for this purpose?"

"There's no creator in there, just a projection of it in the virtual."

"You said it was gone."

"yes, so the model is in regular cycles."

He knew that the "program" said that the creator had left, so the model of the world became clear, and those colorful worlds were just special time and space attached to here.

It can no longer be described in such a simple word as real or virtual, it is a place where there is both existence and nothingness, real and false, and the two worlds coexist.

The coexisting world subjects have gone to death.

The man who created all this is long gone. So the world he used to live in is now stuck in a mode of managing according to the original plan, and then the cycle is on a regular basis.

"What's the last question?"

"How entropy is reversed."

……

It was a question he didn't understand.

No matter how the entropy is reduced locally, the entropy of the universe as a whole is increasing, and living beings are constantly drawing energy from the universe, just like a well will eventually dry up.

One day, everything will be dust. No matter how streamlined the use is and how to maintain efficient operation, the energy has already been consumed and scattered and cannot be recovered.

He thought for a long time, and then asked, "What clues?" ”

The program replied, "The clue is in the bubble." ”

Worlds that operate to varying degrees, where different civilizations exist, and where managers guide order, are the answer to the last question by the creators who no longer exist.

But what is the clue? It's just a world that has lost its creator management and is functioning procedurally, with sophisticated modules that keep it going on and on, if it is reinvented......

This is something that is difficult for him to achieve.

The program says, "You still have a lot of time. ”

"How much?"

"Before death."

……

All stars and galaxies are dying.

After hundreds of billions of years of consumption, the universe has become empty and pitch black, and a very small amount of bright light spreads halfway through, and then completely disappears into the long river of night.

The last star is lit up alone in the corner of the universe, and it is getting farther and farther away, expanding without slowing down, and death is accelerating day by day.

He stared at the last glimmer of light, the thoughts condensed in the universe were still full of contradictions, and he kept the bubble world running, and he also tinkered with it for hundreds of millions of years.

Although that world is sophisticated, it is not absolutely perfect, and his original leap was based on loopholes, and now he plays the role of a defender, trying to make it perfect.

The manager is his tool, the creator is his name, and in the process of maintaining the operation of the world, history repeats itself again and again.

The circular problems that once plagued the lower lifeforms, disrupted the higher world order, and caused doubts about the truth flashed everywhere, and his responsibility was to guide them.

More managers were delegated, and the problem was thrown out from the beginning - the entropy of the universe increased, and the universe continued to decline.

How can we reverse the decline?

He has not been able to find a solution to this problem.

He asked, "How much time do I have left?" ”

Procedure: "Until death." ”

……

The last star went out.

The universe that has been running for trillions of years has lost its light forever, the tenacious black holes have lost their material intake and are evaporating, and the huge black holes at the galaxial scale are all wiped out in despair.

The universe continues to expand, there are no celestial bodies, there is almost no matter, only dark energy, time and space record the development of everything.

He had tried his best to reduce his consumption, condensing into a single point and staying in a lonely world, memories that stirred up ripples in his inner world, bringing a revisit to the past, one of the few moments that kept him awake.

If everything is gone, there is no meaning for him - as a fusion of countless consciousnesses, he carries hope on his shoulders and chases the answer to the last question.

It's just that a voice in the memory once mocked: "Behind the truth, there is despair." ”

In the end, even the memories were being stripped away little by little, and the running world was still repeated, and he seemed to grasp the key, but he couldn't figure out the reason.

His memories were diminishing, like layers of peeled onions, finally touching the most precious event in the depths of his heart, the existence that had the greatest impact on him.

The "program" was dead, but he still threw out the question, like a creature curled up in the middle of a cold night, trembling in the darkness and muttering, "What should I do...... Hasna ......"

……

Matter and energy are completely gone, and time and space have lost their meaning.

Everything seems to have come to an end forever, and the condensed soul still clings to the last question, but the world of the model has disappeared first.

But it doesn't matter, when everything ceases to exist, all the clues are completely concentrated. He had already felt the answer to that question, and it was only now that the moment came to answer it.

He was tired of the darkness and loneliness of the long years, and he could only relive the sunny feeling from the vanished memories that seemed to have happened a long time ago.

He no longer wanted to endure all this, and although the heaviness and irony of the answer made him want to laugh and cry, he carried it out decisively.

He said, "Let there be light." ”

-- And there was light.

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(To be continued.) )