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On the Primordial Planet, a dusty mountain village is embedded in a mountain forest overgrown with trees and shrubs. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info to zoom in on the perspective, you can see that the houses in the mountain village are made of yellow mud mixed with straw. Some of the adobe bricks were unevenly peeled by wind and rain. Some dirt ash covered the broken cobwebs. Before lunchtime, puffs of green smoke rose from the low chimney of one of these earthen houses.

Through the chimney, a fiery red flame licks the cauldron to heat the water in the pot, and a pot of hot water comes out of the oven. From the low room came the cries of a woman in pain, and with a loud cry, a boy was born, and the mountain baby was the name of the child.

Time passes like flowing water, and the children who stumble and climb in the mountains experience the childhood of picking up a slingshot to shoot birds, and the hungry and full teenagers who experience malnutrition. A young man who experienced the death of his parents experienced the helplessness of being ransacked by bandits in a mountain village. Wandering away from the mountain village, he stumbled and crawled into the plains. On the Eastern Plains, after 500 years of nuclear war, when the fire of science and technology flowed out of a mountainous area again, the plains entered the era of city-states. A strange era of steam engines hammer pounding and slaves toiling day and night in factories.

This ignorant young mountain baby who came out of the mountains, after walking into the #plain, was naturally arrested into the factory. It is called a non-distressing consumable on the assembly line of the factory "fuel" in the eyes of the city-state lord. This repressive policy did not last long, and a massive slave revolt #Riot broke out.

As the chaotic crowd ran out of the factory and smashed it everywhere, regaining its freedom to go out into the street, wry-winding into a home, brandishing a crooked and rusty iron rod under the frightened eyes of an old man and a girl in the family. Frantically smashed open all the boxes in the kitchen, flying sawdust. Fly all over the room. After the boy in the mountains finished smashing it, he looked at some bread in the broken box, sobbed out of the corners of his eyes, and devoured the bread in a big gulp, and several years of grievances erupted with the process of swallowing.

The feeling of food slicing into the esophagus has not gone away. A crowd of laughing people rushed in, and the family that had been smashed open by itself suffered an even worse disaster. The girl's crying and screaming, the violent #Rioter no tomorrow's crazy laughter will carry the mountain baby.

In this small room, chaotic noises, crazy things happening, and suddenly Shanwa feels that all this in front of her is out of place with her. The weak suffer, and the weaker mourn. Become a bystander yourself. His eyes were distracted, and his mind went blank as he watched it all. Three seconds later. Shanwa clenched the curved iron rod, and with a frenzy in her eyes, she smashed it towards the back of the heads of the men who were pressing against the girl.

The man who was attacked turned around with a painful roar, knocked Shanwa down with a punch, and pounced on it, only to find that a knife light flashed under his eyes, and red liquid splashed. Then it went dark and I lost consciousness. Shanwa held the kitchen knife she had touched after the fall, and watched the hideous man who had been cut by herself cut the major artery in his neck fall. Open the mountain baby with eyes confused by blood and look at the bright red world in front of her. He said incoherently about his first killing: "No, it's not what I want to see, this world is not mine." ”

The sound of bursts of fire # gun platoon # shooting appeared outside the street, and the suppression troops had arrived, and Shanwa instantly returned to her soul. Ten minutes looked back at the city gates that had been shut. Shanwa suddenly felt the helplessness of the world and nowhere to go.

The back of the decline disappeared after the night. Ten years later. A pair of combat boots stepped over the growing grass. Dressed in close-fitting steel armor and armed with fire# guns, the city-state troops gathered outside a mountainous area, and the platoon#fire# guns fired at the red flags on the cliff, and the heavy caliber artillery set off a storm of metal, gravel and dirt.

It was a force of no more than 300 men that was struck by the blow. Looking at the incense that was gradually burning out, Shanwa, an officer of this army, said to another officer: "The large army has been transferred. You transfer with the troops, and I take the fourth detachment to cover on the spot. ”

Ten minutes later, the last of the retreating squads were bitten by the city-state army. After running out of ammunition, a white-knuckle battle began.

Looking at the mountain baby surrounded by strings of bayonets, I suddenly remembered the night when I escaped from the factory. At the last moment when the bayonet was pressing. Shanwa said to herself in her mind: "I don't know what the world I want is really like, anyway, this is not the world I want." The stinging pain and bleeding on her body took away the last trace of consciousness of Shanwa.

Outside the Primordial Planet, a floating shadow followed Cheng Pan's gaze and observed this scene on the Primordial Planet. said to Cheng Pan: "The seventh mortal, you like to see these." Cheng Pan looked up at the more and more solemn temperament of the goddess, and said, "I'm going through all this. ”

The corners of Kongsu Leling's mouth curved, and a smile like God laughing at human thinking appeared on this delicate face. Kongsu Leling looked sideways at the wonderful syllables of the Yaoqin in his hand and said, "Stupid killing, boring snatching." Focusing on mortal deeds and bringing them into it only wears down the divinity. ”

Cheng Pan looked at the empty Su Leling and said: "Leling, you are bored because you haven't felt the change. Kongsu Leling shook his head and said, "Change? It will not change, at the beginning of the birth of this universe, killing, deception, arrogance, etc. precipitated in human nature. The more you look at it, the less light it becomes. ”

Cheng Pan looked at Le Ling and said, "But I think I should accept all this." Cheng Pan raised his right hand and said, "Leling, you may think I will do more boring things in the future." Kongsu Leling said: "For example. Cheng Pan smiled, for example, he will always hold your right hand tightly with you. Kongsu Leling sneered and said, "It's not rare. Cheng Pan nodded with a trace of sadness in his eyes and said, "You are not rare, but there are things I have to do." ”

The vertical plane was a little panicked, and said to the vertical Cheng Pan: "Why? Why is he like this? You, what the hell do you want to do? A trace of hesitation flowed in Cheng Pan's eyes, and then he turned his head to Kong Su and Chenliu and said, "This is me." So it will be so. ”

After 60 years of observation, Xie Chen walked down from the mirror surface of the reflecting sea of stars from the huge topological mirror, and said to Gao Yun: "Just now I captured the spatial chord fluctuations in my thinking. It's a wonderful feeling, a feeling that I think, I can feel, and then I detect the string fluctuations in the mirror probe mind. This feeling is like reaching out without seeing your fingers, and you can't find your hand, and suddenly a light appears, and you can see your hand moving while feeling your hand. ”

Gao Yun said: "How long does it last, can it continue to appear?" Xie Chen shook his head and said: "No, my thinking consciousness is remembered in the quantum program, and that kind of string fluctuation is not even me, but it can't record information." It's like "

Gao Yun continued: "It's like holding a blade in your hand without any auxiliary observation tool, touching your own skull, and using the feeling of your hand and the pain of your head being cut when you can't see or feel it.

No one can help me, because no one has ever seen this field, and I am blind, and outsiders have operated on me, and I am afraid that I can only rely on my hand, and I can't even feel the pain of the knife on my head. No one knows me better than me, and outsiders follow my thinking, and there is a lack of the most intuitive self-feeling. The success rate is equal to zero"

Gao Yun said: "The energy cycle of thinking is different from the material body, and the closer we are to reality, the more in line with the principles of the world. The more unified it is. Ancient physicians were able to compare the structure of their own bodies with the remains of other people's corpses. In the early industrial era, people were able to use material genetic research to combat the genetic weapons that produced specific proteins in this type of gene. Because our bodies are closer to the world than our minds. The fluctuations are small, and the mind is closer to us, and the difference in each person's mind is already much stronger than the body. The unified characteristics of thinking are not as many as those of the body, such as the heart, liver, lungs, eyes, and nose. ”

Xie Chen interrupted Gao Yun's next words and said, "Qingluo's multi-god body joint unification comparison plan is her plan, and I stick to my plan. Looking at Gao Yun's worried gaze, Xie Chen said: "In fact, the topological thinking body, looking for it under a high degree of commonality, I now find that there seems to be an extra layer of constraints. ”

Gao Yun said: "What bondage? Xie Chen said: "A group of human beings living together will make the thinking produce a unified commonality. Ethics, morals, habits, these set the bottom line for our thinking. At the same time, it also regulates that variables must not break these hard procedures. Torture interrogation can break through these bottom lines, creating special situations in which various ideas of ethical and moral survival conflict and must give up some of them, and in the early days every psychologist acted as a mental dissolver. ”

Xie Chen said: "Qingluo's model, multiple unified thinking, under the high degree of communication, may be more obvious than me to find that variables exert force on thinking. However, many thinking models are fixed and unified under communication, so it can be said that her variable fluctuations are always bound in her thinking, and the phenomenon of variable determining thinking is bound again. ”

Xie Chen suddenly said a little anxiously: "Now this is the paradox, our thinking records the logic of the rules of reality, which constitutes our reason for analyzing reality, and rational thinking restricts the variables that promote non-dogmatic thinking. ”

Gao Yun said: "If you want to observe the phenomenon of variables to the greatest extent, you must completely break your thinking, and the variables are not bound by your thinking and appear instantly, while your thinking is completely broken but you can't record the information and feeling of grasping the variables in your thinking." ”

Xie Chen said: "The tipping point. What should you know what this tipping point is? Gao Yun's face stiffened and said, "Death instantly." Xie Chen nodded and said: "If you want variables to appear in the mind, the phenomenon is obvious, and you can only struggle to the death." In fact, neither me nor Qingluo can escape. The only time we can obtain data for self-variables is the time period at which this tipping point. ”

The time was pulled to ten minutes ago. Xie Chen's latest discovery has been shared with Qingluo, and Qingluo's eyebrows are twisted together. After a long while, Qingluo's lips lightly opened: "Such a fragile existence of human beings appeared in the universe with a lifespan of tens of billions of years, maybe it was to grasp that moment." ”

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