Okay, let's get back to business.

Wu Ming pulled up Ah Cha who was lying on the ground.

How do you feel now?

Although he is just a self-reflection in the mental landscape, it is only a fragment of a certain thought, a fragment of a fragment, but it is enough to judge what his current situation is: many contradictory memories have been stuffed into my head, what I have experienced, what I have not experienced, the dark thoughts in my heart, the dreams I have had, the reality I have faced

Sometimes I was starved to death in bed; Sometimes I worked twenty-four hours straight, exhausted on the factory floor; Sometimes my memories remind me that I never knew a dog; But sometimes, my memory tells me that Ah Dog is my best friend

Sometimes I can't tell what 'I' really experienced

These memories are all mixed up.

As she chattered, the narrative began to gradually become inverted, her eyes gradually replaced by confusion, and her words became chaotic and vague murmurs.

Seeing that his mind seemed to be a little confused, Wu Ming immediately became nervous and waited: Are you okay?

The young man's flickering chaotic eyes suddenly sobered up, and his body couldn't help but snort, and he patted his chest in fear: Sorry I almost did it again

It seems that you still have to consult a professional Wu Ming saw that he didn't have much of a problem, and breathed a sigh of relief: It may not be enough to just sort out your memory, and then you still have to find a way to cure your split personality

Seriously, if it weren't for you coming down from time to time to help me sort out my memories and help me deal with those negative thoughts and emotions, I'm afraid I would have gone crazy a long time ago

But, looking at you, I can probably figure out what those memories are going on in your head.

Well? Ah Cha, who was originally a little careless, suddenly became interested, what's going on? What do you understand?

Have you heard, Eternal Calamity returns? Wu Ming didn't answer his question directly, but sold it.

The young man's eyes were full of doubt, and he repeated this strange and awkward word with difficulty and asked, "Eternal calamity returns?" What is that?

A thought experiment, or rather a utopian dream. Wu Ming said unhurriedly: Nietzsche once advocated or put forward an idea.

Immediately the boy asked: Wait, who are you talking about Nietzsche?

It doesn't matter who he is. Wu Ming glanced at him lightly and continued: The important thing is the idea he put forward, he believes that our life, everything we have to experience in our life, even in any time and space, the history, present and future of the world are a cycle of reincarnation

Time is a closed circle, the past and the future are like Möbius rings end to end, when you die, you will return to yours and experience birth, growth, illness and old age again, every choice in your life, every experience, every possibility in your life, will be exhausted in an endless cycle

To put it simply, after everyone dies, his soul will return to the time when he was born, and experience the things he has experienced again, but each life is not necessarily exactly the same, and in this infinite cycle, all the possibilities in life will be infinitely exhausted

Although it was very tongue-twisting, Ah Cha vaguely understood what Wu Ming meant.

Do you mean to say that these memories are actually things that I have experienced?

When I die, I go back to when I was born and start my life again, so that's why I have so many memories?

Absurd.

Unbelievable.

This is the first reaction of kaffat.

But the conflicting memories in his head, the unassuming death experience, made him have to believe this fact.

If it weren't, there would be no way to explain the memories in my head.

If you don't think so, you can only think of yourself as crazy.

That's right, you can understand it that way. Wu

Ming nodded with an appreciative gaze, seemingly pleased that he was able to understand what he meant.

However, at this time, he was thinking about other things in his heart.

Before leaving the chip world, the deputy head of the Tiehua Regiment specially told him some secrets, secrets that only Sanming himself knew.

This world is a drama with a script that has been finalized for a long time, and the screenwriter writes a few paragraphs on paper with a pen and a few paragraphs, and it becomes a character's tragic and heavy past, and the stage constructed by such a large number of characters, everyone plays out a story with a predetermined ending according to the established script.

And that's just the first half of the secret.

The second half is the main reason why she turned to outsiders and collaborated with the committee.

The screenwriter who constructs this world will only advance the general flow of the world and determine the responsibilities and fates of the main characters in the story, but will not describe the final outcome of each small character in the story. But for the protagonists, they will appear in the script according to the premise of the play again and again, and exit at the right time after completing their mission in the story.

This is the predetermined fate, the fate that cannot be changed.

Hyde, Jekyll, and Sibylla are all the protagonists of this drama, their fate has long been decided, and it is repeated again and again, what about you, Sanming? Will you succumb to fate and watch them follow the script until the day you leave, or will you rebel against your predetermined fate?

Is discarded history a constant cycle?

He couldn't help but have doubts in his heart, but what Sanming said at the beginning was too vague, with many metaphors, hints, and places where he didn't speak human words, and he never took it seriously, and the director was unwilling to talk to him too much about abandoned history for some reason.

If it weren't for the memories that discovered these contradictions when he rescued Ah Cha and couldn't be explained by memory confusion, I'm afraid Wu Ming would not have had such a guess in his life.

If the cycle exists, then wouldn't the director responsible for throwing these discarded histories into a void of time without beginning and end

In the blink of an eye, Wu Ming suddenly realized a sensational possibility &ash;&ash; If the endless cycle of abandoned history is realized, I am afraid that it will not be able to get rid of his immediate boss, and even that unobtrusive female hooligan is likely to be the culprit of all this

What should I do when I find that the mess I am facing in my daily work is made by the leader? It's a rush to wait online.

Wu Ming, Wu Ming?

Ah Cha's call interrupted his thinking, and Wu Ming suddenly woke up from his contemplation: What's wrong?

The young man glanced at him suspiciously: Your face doesn't look very good, obviously I heard something that is enough to subvert my life, why do you have a ruined expression

In the past few days of treatment, Wu Ming not only helped Ah Cha sort out his memory, but also stuffed him with a lot of private knowledge, so he even learned to use some words that he could not know or even use, and the destruction of the three views was one of them.

It's nothing Wu Ming shook his head, breathed a sigh of relief in the mental landscape where it was impossible to have oxygen and did not need oxygen to maintain vital signs, stabilized his mood and said: I just thought of a little thing, since you are fine, just come to help me.

What's busy?

I hope you can help me broadcast something good

In the energy tower, in the deepest reactor area, a violent curse was faintly heard.

Hell hell heck! I'm beeping &ash;&ash;you're beeping! How can you fix me!

Meng Yiran scolded incompetently and angrily, without any of the calmness and ease he had as a senior engineer in the past, and he kept speaking at the sun stove in the pool outside.

I don't blame him for being so grumpy.

Because he had an unsolvable problem.

Can't fix it.

When he saw the extent of the damage to the spherical reactor, the skilled Meng Yiran realized that the difficulty of repairing this thing was far beyond the limits of his ability.

The materials are insufficient, the technology is limited, and the damage is serious.

And that thing was a hydrogen fusion reactor, maybe a miniature Dyson sphere, whatever it was, anyway &ash;&ash; he couldn't fix it.

The big man who looked at him incompetently and furiously couldn't stand it, and asked: Stop scolding, is there nothing you can do?

Way? Unless there is a ghost in the furnace that can help us come up with a feasible alternative that would be impossible to fix with our current means.

At the end, Meng Yiran also added out of breath: If it can't be repaired, you can only wait for the pressure inside to be naturally relieved, and then re-execute the ignition procedure. Not to mention whether the high temperature of the hydrogen fusion reaction will melt the outer containment after the internal meltdown, even if it will not melt down, after losing the conventional pressure relief means and the inner containment, the time of each operation of the solar furnace will be greatly shortened, and the operation will not be long before the ceasefire and pressure relief, and the fire transfer ceremony will definitely not be successfully completed

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Hearing this voice, although Meng Yiran still maintained a startled posture, the expression on his face had changed, he was first stunned, then ecstatic, looking at the unrecognizable humanoid projection and said in surprise: Are you a machine soul?!

Machine soul? I think you've mistaken that I'm not the soul of this machine, but just a poor man who can't die if he wants to, and you can also make me flicker twice with a blurred humanoid projection, emitting a cacophony of noise, as if learning from humans to deliberately pause before introducing themselves, and then continue: Gwen, the king of Wuxin.