Split, superimpose, iterate, regress.

His thoughts swirled in the dark and empty mental space, like fallen leaves lost in a whirlpool, too many mixed thoughts could not be sorted out, and Bruce had never felt the fear of his brain being out of his control as deeply as he did today.

But this fear is something he has given himself, and he is trying to look at himself from another angle, or not from one angle, but from a thousand angles that belong to him, but are not his.

It sounds close to metaphysics, but it's happening, and Bruce finds himself much more receptive to cutting his mind than he thought, perhaps because he had imagined a shatter bigger than a few pieces, and guessed how Schiller's personality had cracked like a snowflake.

What stumped him was not the degree of acceptance, but the feasibility of the operation, he had been trying for an unknown amount of time, but he just couldn't let two or more thoughts appear in his brain, let alone make them unite and cooperate with each other.

Trying to pull away from one of these perspectives again, Bruce found that his mind began to slow down more and more, as if he were dreaming of another self, but that didn't help it, and this sleepwalking-like state was not suitable for rational thinking.

He has never been able to make all the perspectives come to his senses, often one perspective is thinking logically, and all the others are sleepwalking, or he is repeating the ideas of the first perspective to do meaningless calculations, which is not what Bruce wants.

The human mind has limitations, and people cannot see themselves from the perspective of others.

But to some extent, people with dissociative identity disorder can do this, and their other personalities can objectively evaluate another self, and this objectivity is extremely valuable, allowing a person to accurately judge their own situation and position, which is the result that Bruce wants.

If one personality trait does things subjectively and another personality trait is objectively judged, then he will never be trapped by the bias, narrowness and blind spots of the subjective perspective, and look at everything in the world from a broader perspective.

Bruce came to his senses once again in pain, he had tried countless times but none of them succeeded, of course he wanted to give up, but he couldn't give up, because now he was in the sensual deprivation confinement of Amanda Communiqué's personal vendetta.

In an environment without sensory perception, humans can't do anything but think, Bruce doesn't try again, he doesn't have any other pastime to spend this time, and he really regrets not building a temple of thought in the first place.

Yes, Batman doesn't have a temple of mind, but it's not that he doesn't have the ability to build, it's just that he chose another way after weighing the pros and cons.

If Schiller's thinking is compared to a computer, then the tower is a whole computer system, powerful, complete, and the front-end system for operation is also very convenient.

If Schiller wanted to access a memory file, he clicked on a specific folder, i.e. the repository and library in the Tower, and searched by time, place, or keyword.

For ordinary people, this method is already extremely incredible, because ordinary people's thinking is relatively chaotic, most of the memories are mixed together, untouchable, and untidy, so once they learn to organize what is in their heads, they will take a big step forward in memory efficiency.

But Batman's way of thinking is even more incredible, he has a computer system, but there is no front-end, no desktop, no folders, nothing that is visible, the computer is turned on and there is a blue screen, and you can only type code for what you want to do.

There is nothing in his mental space, no architecture, no memory, no self-image, and if someone invades his memory space, then they can't see anything, there is no trace to follow.

And when Bruce wants to find a memory, there is a special thought process, like typing code in the system, and then it will lead him to jump to the desired memory fragment accurately, concise, fast, and extremely accurate.

There are pros and cons to these two methods, the temple of thinking has great benefits for the classification and sorting of memory, it can divide the types of memory into very fine, and the use of the map eucalyptus memory method can also make the memory fragment last for a long time and will not be lost.

But the disadvantage is that it takes time to find it, even if it is Schiller, it takes a little bit to find a large number of memory details in a short period of time, and if you don't take the initiative to find it, then even if something familiar is in front of you, you can't remember it at all.

The advantage of this way of thinking adopted by Batman is that he can modify the underlying code at will, change the triggering of the memory, and even set the reminder mode, when he sees something, as long as it has appeared in the memory, then this memory will immediately jump out to remind him, so that he will not miss any details, which is also part of his excellent detective talent.

But the downside is that this method can only be used by Batman, which relies on his extremely powerful brain, and it is already difficult for ordinary people to imagine a simple operating system, let alone write code.

To put it simply, Schiller's approach to thinking is like an ordinary home computer, more complex but more stable, and ordinary people can also learn from it, and although it is inefficient to use the mouse, the logic is easy to understand. new

Batman's way of thinking is like a testing machine for editing computer systems, a single code can complete the operation of ordinary computer systems in half a minute, and he also has a high degree of freedom to edit at will, but if he does not have computer-related knowledge, he is completely helpless.

And now the problem Bruce is facing is that he has a personality trait like Schiller, but there is no supporting operating environment, the key parts of the system are updated, the runtime library is completely destroyed, Bruce wants to rebuild, but has not yet come up with a matching operating logic.

In the darkness, Bruce only rested for about a dozen seconds before he sank into his thoughts again and wrote code.

Just because Batman is strong-willed doesn't mean he won't suffer, and from anyone's point of view, typing code over and over again in an environment where you can only think, and expecting a few characters to collide to bring about a miracle that runs smoothly is hellish agony, more painful than harsh sensory deprivation and incarceration.

More than two hours later, Bruce couldn't help but let out a painful moan when he opened his eyes again, and he twisted his head slightly, but because of the restraint clothes and neck fixation, this action was not successful, and he was still trapped in place.

Another three hours passed, and Bruce began to hate broccoli.

After another two hours, Bruce began to experiment with brute force.

After another hour passed, the top chunk of fell from the top of the mountain code, but it still didn't run smoothly.

After another hour or two, Bruce suddenly heard a voice, but he couldn't confirm if it was his hallucination.

Bruce wrote code too fast before, and the mountain he built was extraordinarily large, and the simulator he built couldn't hold so much, so he decided to borrow a little space from the host first, that is to say, Bruce's main vision, and his most commonly used thinking system was also invaded by chaotic redundant code.

This caused Bruce to constantly have the kind of hallucinations that would occur after taking drugs, and the whole person was not very conscious.

This is one of the disadvantages of having too high administrator privileges, and when Bruce is determined to toss his own mental system, there is no security measure to restrict him from touching the parts that are instinctively running smoothly, which will cause his otherwise normal subjective perspective thinking to be confused.

Soon, however, Bruce realized that the sound was not his hallucination, as it grew louder and louder, and he could hear the footsteps of some extremely strong human.

Bain?

Bruce thought with some confusion that half of his attention was still typing code, and the remaining half of his attention could not be as focused as before because of the unrecognizable code that the main perspective had been changed at this time, so he couldn't deduce why Bane was here within a few seconds of the approaching footsteps.

Heavy footsteps stopped in front of his door, and Bruce leaned his head inwards to let the side of the neck fix fully exert its weight, and said with some dazedness, "...... Bain? ”

"It's me." A deep voice came, and from the friction of the fabric, it could be heard that the other party should be squatting in the doorway.

"Why are you here?" Bruce didn't have the energy to go around the bend with him, and asked very bluntly: "You should be in a special detention cell like me, how did you get out?" And why are you here? ”

Bane was silent for a long time, until Bruce had cleared the bottom one percent of the mountain code before he spoke, "You're in a bit of a wrong state, you've been drugged?" ”

"No, it can't be." Bane refuted this assumption by saying, "Giving drugs to prisoners in the midst of sensory deprivation so that they can indulge in hallucinations and spend time is simply the greatest tolerance, and Amanda clearly does not have that tolerance, especially for you." ”

"I didn't take any drugs." Bruce replied with a frown, he was disgusted with the matter, so he had to explain it first, but he was very honest because of the hallucination, and he added, "I don't accept any drugs with unstable properties into my body, and the same goes for food. ”

"Psychotic episodes?" Bane reasoned again.

"Nope."

"No mental illness, or no seizures?"

"The latter."

"People with mental illness often assume they don't have a seizure." Bane said in a very affirmative tone.

Bruce burst into a low chuckle, causing Bane to fall into a long silence.

Obviously, Bruce's reaction was not what he expected, and it could be said that it was the opposite of it, and he was not sure whether to use the other person's unconscious opportunity to get the information he wanted.

Bane decided to test again.

"You're Batman?"

"I am."

Bane was silent again, he sighed softly, and didn't seem to be satisfied with this state, so he said, "You're not in a good state of mind right now, I'll go back to my cell first, and I'll come back tomorrow." ”

"Goodbye, Bane."

Bane dragged away with heavy footsteps, and when he came back the next day. The first thing Bruce said to him was "Good morning, Bane".

Bane was sure he was sick.

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