Today was another ordinary day, and in the morning sun, I was walking on my way to work. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

People come and go on the road, people are busy for life, everyone is in a hurry, and there is no time to take care of anything else.

I look at these people, and it's no different than before. But the thoughts that had plagued me as a child popped up in my mind: where did I come from? Who were they? Where was my consciousness before I was born?

I looked at these passers-by and wondered if they had ever had the same thoughts as I did. Is it really just me who thinks this way?

I'm a programmer, and I know that when a system is suspicious of itself, it's when there is a bug. At this time, the system will have two reactions: one is to fix the bug and quickly restore the original calm, and the other is to get bigger and bigger until the whole system collapses.

If this thought of me is a bug, it has been fixed many times, and each time I have been forced to return to the waves. However, each time you forcibly fix it, it may lead to a bigger bug next time.

I've been haunted by this idea since I was a kid for a long time. The more normal the world seems, the more I feel like it's not normal. Especially when I also learned to program and learn to use numbers to construct virtual worlds, the more I felt that my current world was artificially designed. Including everything around you, and everyone around you, they may just be designed props.

But the books tell us that we live on a planet called Earth, which is in the solar system, and then out there is an infinite dark universe.

So, every night when I look at the starry sky, I think: Is this starry sky real? Who can guarantee that it will be just a display, like an LED liquid crystal display, when in fact it is just projected like this.

I feel that this bug has become bigger and bigger, and it is time to have an impact on the system, rather than being fixed by the system every time.

I don't want to live every day like watching a movie, as if everything around me is actually a show for you, everyone is an actor, everything is a set.

Fortunately, my knowledge of operating systems is sufficient. The world is so orderly, objects fall when they are subjected to gravity, lights are on when they are electrified, and every object in the world follows Newton's three laws and the law of gravitation. But the more orderly it is, the more it seems to be artificial. Because I can also program such a system, I set the rules.

I have begun to realize that I am the only human being in the world, and that all other environments, objects, and people are just illusions designed to trick my eyes and keep me asleep.

It's like a person in a dream who suddenly realizes that he is dreaming.

The only way to break through the system is to find a weak point or a vulnerability in the system, and then attack it until it crashes.

I touched the wall next to it, and I couldn't see any flaws.

But I know that if a system can't find a single vulnerability, it's all vulnerabilities.

So I'm going to do something unconventional. If the set rules are broken, the system will crash and the computer will have a blue screen.

If this world was designed for me, then I should never hang up in this world. But I can't joke with my life. What if not? Wouldn't it be a waste of life? The stakes are too big to lose, so I dare not gamble.

I touched the wall next to me. I knew I knew it was a wall because there were tactile electrical signals that were transmitted from the touch nerves in my fingertips into my brain, creating a sense of touch.

So I made a bold decision: I'm going to hit this wall! If I were the only client in the world, the system wouldn't let me break down. But there are two possible outcomes: one is that I will hit my head and break the bloodstream, and the other is that the system cannot accept this abnormal behavior, the logic is wrong, and it crashes.

When I felt more and more strongly that I was the only client in this world, and that everything else was acting and set, I decided to give it a try.

I visually measure the distance of this wall, and I have to calculate the impact. The impact force should not be too large so that it would not hurt too much if it did not succeed, and it should not be too small so that the system would not crash.

I'm ready, just wait for the time.

I know that when the system changes alternately, it is the time when the system is the weakest, and taking risks at this time will have a greater success rate.

At 11 o'clock at noon, at noon, it is the time of the day when yin and yang alternate, and at this time, the system is the most fragile and the most prone to crash.

I looked at my watch, it was already close, and the countdown began.

So I went from being idle, and suddenly ran towards the wall, and slammed into it with my eyes closed.

It was dark for a while.

I got up and looked around, and I was okay and uninjured. I stood up and looked around, it was all gray and nothing.

I looked back and saw that I had knocked a big hole out of the wall.

I came to the entrance of the cave and looked inside, and the cave was still my familiar world, where there was a lot of traffic, pedestrians, high-rise buildings and bustling streets, but the other end of the cave was all gray, and I couldn't see anything.

I did it!

It also once again verified my conjecture that the so-called human society I lived in was actually just a set, and everything in it, high-rise buildings, natural scenery, sky and ocean, and every human being in it, was actually just a set, which could be a digital synthesis or a prop. In fact, in that world, I am the only one who is a real living person, and everything else around me is just for me to see.

It also occurred to me that the news I had seen on TV and in the reports before, such as the US attack on Iraq, the ****** meeting with ****, and the World Cup in South Africa, had never happened at all! And there were no such people at all. Everywhere I go, everyone I see with the naked eye, is set up by the system, and in the place or city where I am not there, there are no things or people at all. For example, I was planning to fly from Shanghai to Bangkok, Thailand, and when I stepped on the plane from Shanghai, the set of the city of Bangkok was temporarily erected, so that I could "see" that there was indeed the city of Bangkok and the people in the city. And the Bangkok I usually see on TV and on the news is just a pure fabrication.

I suddenly woke up to the fact that there is no Jay Chou in this world, there is no ******, there is no Cui Jian, Jacky Cheung, Beyoncé, Leonardo, Messi, only when I "need" to see them with the naked eye, will the image of these people be synthesized for me to see; this world is not so big, only a handful of small places around me; in fact, the United States, Japan, and Europe do not exist, and only I "need" When I go to these places, I build them just so that I can see them and make me think they exist.

The starry sky, the sky, the sun, and the moon are all fake, it's just a huge LED display placed above my head, so that I can see it with the naked eye, thinking it's the sky.

What's even more terrifying is that the solar system, the Milky Way, and even the universe don't exist, and those are just things that media books have made up to make me believe.

The only thing I know for sure is that my consciousness itself exists.

I hesitated at the entrance of the cave for a while, do I want to continue to return to the world woven for me, with its sunny beaches, celebrity politicians, and countries from all over the world, and continue to live there stupidly and comfortably, deceiving myself that these are all true, until I am old, or do I want to give up that familiar illusion and go to the distant unknown, not knowing where I will go, not knowing what I will encounter?

Although I knew that my original world was very comfortable, although it was fake, I could have lived this life in such a drowsy and comfortable way, but I still decided to give up everything, give up all beautiful dreams, and find the truth.

After all, it's something I've been thinking about and haunting since I was a child. It's just that the fancy world of human society makes me pinch off this idea every time and continue to dream. So, this time I decided that I was going to really wake up.

I carefully flattened the hole, sealed it again, and said goodbye to the set I had lived in for decades, and I was going to the real place to find the truth.

I resolutely walked towards the gray ground in front of me, where I couldn't see the end.

It turns out that I am the only consciousness or life that exists in this world, and it seems to be true that everything in the world is a hue in Buddhism.

Pangu opened the world, and chaos was divided. I'm back in chaos now.

But I still have a strong instinct that I'm not alone. If there can be a world built for me, there should be other worlds, which should be built for another "person" like me. I don't know why someone would build such a world for me, design such a human society for me, and make me think that I am actually just a member of human society. What was I doing before I realized that I was "born" in this human society, this earth, what was my consciousness doing? I can't remember. I've lived in that human society that was built for me for too long, and it turns out that I've been watching movies all the time, and everything is a play for me. Who designed it, and why?

I walked in this gray area, and I couldn't see anything but the gray, as if it were a mosaic world. I don't know how long I'm going to go, I don't know where I'm going, and I don't know if there's an end. But I can only go forward like this, infinitely.

I was so lonely.

I'm starting to figure it out a little bit now, and I'm starting to realize that matter is not the root, consciousness is the root of everything, and as long as you are conscious, you can create all kinds of material worlds. Consciousness has no shape, no substance, no weight, and that consciousness creates matter to carry consciousness, which is why I appear on my earth as a human being. Consciousness is a higher dimension than a material entity, and it seems to be just a stream of energy that can be thought about and then created out of nothingness.

I think of Zhou Yili: Wuji gives birth to Taiji, Taiji gives birth to Yin and Yang, and Yin and Yang give birth to all things.

Even modern physics believes that the universe began with a singularity, without any point of space and time and volume, and then suddenly formed and all matter exploded. This is a process of creating something out of nothing, and modern physics can only explain it this way.

Although this universe is also artificially designed, it should be said that it was designed by a certain consciousness.

The brain's thinking is the process of firing neurons in the cerebral cortex, and I wonder if the work of consciousness is also like this? Does it also need an electric charge? But consciousness has no volume or weight.

Consciousness can create a universe, and I myself am consciousness, which means that I can also create a world according to my rules. Could it be that the universe was created by my own consciousness?

I suddenly fell into a deep fear that the answer itself could be unforgiving. Because I think I have discovered the answer: in fact, I am the only consciousness that exists, which does not arise or perish, and exists infinitely. But I'm afraid of being lonely, so my self-consciousness has created a colorful world out of nothing, with the sun and the moon, mountains and water, everything follows the law of gravitation, Newton's laws, quantum mechanics, relativistic mechanics, and there are many human beings in it, including Qin Shi Huang, Einstein, Jay Chou, and even my girlfriend is just a character created by my consciousness. At the same time, in order to get me into the play, I forced myself to hypnotize myself, making me believe that I was just an ordinary person among billions of human beings, and that I, like everyone else, followed the law of three definitions, and would be born, old, sick and die. I forced myself to forget that the world was actually created by my consciousness itself, so that I would no longer be lonely.

There is no God in this world, or I am God.

But I finally woke up.

I continued to walk in the depths of this gray place without any vision, wondering if there would be a different landscape in the distance, or if it would remain the same infinitely. Just like the 46-bit video game console I played when I was a child, after clearing the level, is it just a messy code?

Perhaps, there will be a miracle. Perhaps, I will meet another consciousness that is as infinite as I am.