One Hundred and Seventy-Nine: Evidence of Existence

In our lives, there are always many things that are difficult for us to recall and describe - not because vague memories make our minds difficult, but precisely because this memory is so clear and sharp that it stabs us forever, and whenever we think about it, the wound of memory can't help but flow out of painful droplets. Even though it's been so long, I can't imagine that when I think about it, I still feel so hard that I don't know where to start for so long.

Probably, it all starts with "me".

Yes, "I". This is not a specific reference with a clear goal, but simply a concept, for each of us, this "I" is ourselves, infinitely small, yet infinitely large. For this vast world where there are many planes, every "I" is as worthless as a speck of dust in the firmament; For ourselves, however, this "me" is everything. For us, the world only exists when it is perceived by "me", and even the only meaning of the existence of this world is to be perceived by "me" and let "me" understand.

"There is no truth but 'I'" is the view of some classical philosophers who are keen to think. I have to say that there is some truth to their ideas, and they are full of subtle and profound beauty. Here, however, it's easy to run into a difficult problem:

If only "I" is real, what about "others"? For every arrogant "me", every "other" in this world is just a scenery on the road of one's own life. We don't care what kind of story this landscape has, what kind of life it has, what kind of world it has of its own.

For every "I", every "other" may be illusory, and from the standpoint of "I", they will never be able to prove their own real existence. No matter how real their lives, how full of flesh and blood, what magnificent life adventures they have experienced, and how glorious and glorious achievements they have made, as long as they are different from yours, you can not admit it, and you can forever deny the real world that belongs to them.

…… And the reason is always easy to find

None of us knows, because that arrogant and paranoid "me" is so difficult to accept and easy to deny, too difficult to admit and too easy to doubt, that we have personally erased how many of those things that actually existed and were incomparably real.

In this way, the concept of "I" may really be the original sin.

……

The Golden Rose opened its sails, and in the wake of Captain Kelse? Rag's command slowly left the reef fort and headed for the distant horizon. Each of us happily roamed the wrecked ship, some climbed the crumbling railings to look into the distance, some went to the bottom of the cabin to see the pirates' humble cabins, and even climbed to the small lookout at the top of the mainmast with great interest, and stood next to the one-armed lookout named "Hook" and waved down with a shout - looking at the pirate lookout who was about to be squeezed off the lookout for most of his butt, my heart was full of worry and sympathy for him.

Yes, it was supposed to be a triumphant march after a great victory, and we had expected the ship to sail straight into the military port, and then we would find the admirals who had given us the task and receive our fair share of the good pay.

At this time, I only knew that this was the end of a great battle, but I did not realize that it was the beginning of one of the hardest, most distressing, and most desperate escapes and adventures of my life.

When the pirate ship sailed out for about a minute, cruising alone on the mighty sea, far from all islands and land, there was a sudden sound of holy music in the sky. The clouds in the sky stirred evenly, gradually breaking open a circular hole. A pillar of light full of divine aura poured straight down, illuminating a small piece of the sea in a brilliant light, like a fairyland.

A tall black shadow descended slowly along this sacred and gorgeous passageway, and behind him, a pair of huge white wings fluttered in the wind. Although I couldn't see his face at all because of the backlight, I recognized his identity from the soul mark on his head.

He is the attendant in front of the throne of the gods, the messenger who transmits the will and the will of the gods, and the observer, recorder and protector who guards the norms and harmony of the world: GM007 Fallen Angel with Broken Wings.

When I first discovered the boxing glove bug, I had a close encounter with this sacred messenger. I was impressed by his divine aura, his heroic presence, his impartial judgment — well, mainly his perilous flying skills and sexy leg hair. After that, although President Fei Yin reported the bug several times, I was not present at the time, so I had no way of knowing if he was still in charge of dealing with it. This time, though, judging by his steady manoeuvres in the air, it's clear that his flying skills have improved a lot from where he started – at least we don't have to worry about him suddenly losing his balance and going headlong on deck.

"GM, you're finally here......" Our elder never seemed to have any reverence for these messengers who served in front of the throne, and greeted them with a hippie smile...... Did we send you any past bugs to confirm it? What will be rewarded this time? ”

Seeing that Fei Yin would come up with a shy face, GM seemed a little embarrassed, and took two steps back with a wry smile: "This player, we have received the report you sent, and it has been confirmed that the situation of more than 90,000 points of damage in a critical hit is indeed not caused by cheating, and your guess is very close to the real situation." However, after verification by our back-end technicians, it has been proved that this situation is an absolute case, and it can only occur once, and it does not affect the fairness of the game at all, therefore, according to Article 93 of the workbook, this situation cannot and does not need to be treated as a BUG......"

"What?" Fei Yin's eyes widened when she heard this, and she yelled at GM aggressively, "Kill more than 90,000 blood at once, isn't this called a BUG?" You technicians have water in their heads, and my mother is still counting on this bug to knock it again...... Well, I mean earning ...... Tens of thousands of gold coins came out to expand the guild, and it's too unreasonable for you to deal with it like this, right, old lady, I want to complain that your work number is 007, right? You wait, I remember you......"

Fei Yin pointed at the nose of the fallen angel with the remnant of the GM and jumped and screamed, making him cry and laugh for a while. Strangely, his attention didn't seem to be entirely focused on the sorceress with whom he was arguing, but more often than not, he seemed to like to turn his attention to me. His gaze was a little surprised, a little suspicious, and seemed to have some curiosity.

"This player, calm down, calm down, please let me finish speaking......" The Fallen Angel of the Remnant Wing easily seized the opportunity to break free from the clutches of Fei Yin's pulling and pulling, "...... You don't need to get too excited, if you simply tell you that there is no BUG, according to Article 67 of the work manual, the GM on duty only needs to send you a message. I have other jobs here......"

"You're not right," Suddenly, String Song Yayi emerged from the cabin - he had not dared to go up to the deck since he was afraid of heights, and even now, he had hidden most of his body in the stairs of the cabin, only poking his head out.

"You said that this discovery will not affect the fairness of the game, but if we repeatedly brush this copy, and our friends have been using the same method to cause great damage, how can it not affect the fairness?"

"That's right" Fei Yin listened to the string song Yayi's reasoning, and suddenly jumped out again, and shouted reluctantly, "If you don't count this discovery as a bug, then we will brush this copy twenty times a day, and this copy will graduate in a few days." This is not called a BUG, so what is a BUG? ”

Hearing such a question, the Fallen Angel of the Remnant Wing did not show any more embarrassment as he had just been, but became unusually serious, and replied solemnly, "This, that's why I'm here." ”

As he spoke, the messenger of the gods, who was dressed in avant-garde and unique taste, suddenly turned his face to me, stared into my eyes, and said in a loud voice:

"At first, we planned to treat this as a normal bug, but out of curiosity, our technician looked at the record of the lucky player who caused this huge damage, and only then found out that there was a serious problem with this player's record."

"I said a long time ago, Jeff, you guys use plug-ins too outrageously, look, you've really been caught now." The red wolf whispered behind me.

"If it's just an ordinary plug-in, we can just block the account......" The Fallen Angel of the Broken Wings obviously heard the Red Wolf's words, and he slowly approached me, explaining as he walked, "...... One issue we noticed was that the player had never left the game since he first went online three years ago. What kind of player is it that can be online for three years, without interruption for a second? ”

The question of the fallen angel of the remnant suddenly triggered everyone's earnest whispers, and everyone's memories seemed to open a window under the reminder of the GM, and suddenly saw something that was ignored by everyone.

"Is this true?" Yan Zhen asked.

"But speaking of which, it seems like I've never seen Jeff offline......" Longbow Sunshot recalls earnestly.

"At least he's ...... when I'm there," Niu said as he nodded.

"But this is strange, but it doesn't mean anything......" String Geya thought for a moment, "...... It's also possible if they play the game in shifts with several people and stay online at all times. I've seen this kind of person, although it's not as exaggerated as playing for three years in a row, but it's not offline for a year and a half. ”

"Indeed, if this is all there is to it, we can only worry about the health of such a desperate group of players. However, what we found was that he was 'always online', which included not only the normal game time, but also the time each server downtime for maintenance and upgrades. We looked up at least 20 online logs, and found that the player's online time was exactly the same as the server's boot time, which means that he didn't need any login time to enter the game. Don't you think it's weird? ”

The Fallen Angel glanced at everyone present, their faces full of confusion, and none of them could say anything more.

"That's not all...... "The GM with a pair of wings seems to be unsatisfied," ...... This player has a large number of online records, but has not left any login records; His earliest online record position did not appear at the starting point of the Novice City, but at the city gates; His earliest equipment record was not an ordinary starter suit, but an NPC standard equipment......"

"I'm here because I have to see it with my own eyes and ask myself, 'This is Jeffritz?' Kidd player, who the hell are you? ”

“…… Or rather, what are you? ”

The Fallen Angel of the Remnant Wing glared at me menacingly, as if he wanted to use all his strength to see me through, see through, and see through. I suddenly wanted to laugh: his expression now reminded me of my efforts to see through the stone walls of the source world in the Gravel Fortress, under the tutelage of the troll old man Carlson.

I was found out and I know this very well. The greatest secret in the world, which I had been carefully hiding, that I would rather lose my life than be exposed, that I had always feared would be known, was completely revealed at this moment.

I have imagined countless times how scared, how frightened, how gaffe and sad I would be at this moment, but to my surprise, I didn't have any of it.

I only felt a little too calm, as if a traveler, exhausted from the hurry, had suddenly dropped all his belongings and stood quietly by the roadside, waiting for his soul to be left behind in his haste.

I looked at him silently and said nothing—in fact, I didn't know what to say. Denial is useless, admission doesn't help, I don't even know what to admit, and although I know I'm completely different from my friends who are involved in the air, I don't know how to express, describe and define that difference.

I could only accept it indifferently and wait silently.

"What do you mean by that?" Hearing the question of the Fallen Angel with Broken Wings, Fei Yin suddenly became a little excited, "What do you mean, Jeff...... He...... That one...... Not human? ”

Of course, I am human, but I vaguely feel that the "human" that Fei Yin refers to is different from the "human" I usually know.

"And who is he? Artificial intelligence? Robot? Digital life? You know what I mean, do you mean that? You know what I mean? String Ge Yayi stared at me with wide eyes, utterly incoherent.

No, it's not just him, everyone is looking at me, and their eyes look very strange.

"I know what you're trying to say, this player. But our technologist says he can't be counted as a life. He's just a wrong program. ”

The pirate ship stayed on the surface, and the pirates in their shoes went about their jobs, completely oblivious to what the group on deck was doing. It was common sense that we should have been ashore by this time, but our ship didn't seem to be moving at all. I guess it's probably the divine power that GM has at work.

"Is it that simple?" Yan Jin looked at me suspiciously, "He has done so many things by himself, fighting monsters and upgrading with us, doing quests and dungeons, and we haven't noticed anything wrong with him at all." If this is not called life, then what is life? ”

"It's understandable...... "The Fallen Angel explained," ...... As you should know, there is a lot of information stored on our servers, including language information, information about the player's behavior patterns, and information about the logic of the entire game...... And so on and so forth, the amount of this information is unimaginable. And if a program makes a mistake and is connected to the repository at the same time, it will naturally react, imitate and act according to the patterns already in the repository. You say that he will fight monsters and upgrade and chat and talk, which is a natural thing, because the main mode of this game itself is to fight monsters and upgrade, and all his actions are in accordance with the most basic mode of this game; When it comes to conversations, there's a lot of language information in our massive library that can be used to communicate in a timely manner. ”

"But...... But he spoke so smoothly that there was no estrangement between our communication. This is definitely not something that an ordinary information base can do. Xian Ge Yayi asked stumblingly.

"It's a lot easier than you think." The Fallen Angel said patiently, "You must know that an ordinary second-hand mobile phone from a few decades ago can have a very complete voice assistant function, it can respond to almost all your words instantly, and even some dead otaku hysterically fell in love with this voice assistant at one time, and the information base at that time was actually pitiful." Now our information base can choose answers with the same style according to different environments, different objects, and different times, and there will be many choices of this answer, and you will not hear the flaws at all. The current technology can even do ...... if you want to"

"And what do you want?" Suddenly, Fei Yin interrupted the words of the fallen angel with broken wings, and asked a little abruptly.

“…… According to the 157 remarks in the workbook, once we find an erroneous program, we will definitely delete it. The Fallen Angel muttered for a moment, then said.

"What did you say?" Xian Geya was so frightened that she even forgot the horror on the deck of the ship and stepped forward.

"This can't be, you can't do this," Niu Million objected loudly.

The Triangle and the Longbow Shooting Sun didn't speak, they just walked over silently and stood between me and the Fallen Angel with the Remnant Wing.

Not only them, but everyone else came over and stood in front of me. Although they hesitated, and although some people stared at me for a long time and made up their minds, in the end, they all came.

Just stand in front of me......

"No matter what you brain-dead technologists say, they have a hundred reasons, we've been with him for three years, and I've decided he's a person, a living person, a member of our guild. You know, if you delete him, you're killing someone" I've never seen Fei Yin speak so firmly and so solemnly.

I don't know what they're talking about, and I don't know how I'm going to react. I heard them say "delete", and it seemed like the GM was going to do something to me, and I'd heard Magnus Sr. mention that term, but I really didn't know what it was all about.

But I knew that my president seemed to be defending me.

Not only her, but my Skywader friends, even though they still look at me a little differently, even though they seem to have fully recognized my strangeness, they still seem to be helping me, trying to do something for me.

I felt some warmth.

At least one thing I know is that the GM and the "technologists" he talks about seem to think that I have no soul and no life. We all know it's wrong, but I can't argue with it. First, I don't know how to defend myself, and secondly, the experts seem to have blocked all the ways I can confess, and they have already determined something and given enough evidence.

However, even when the inflated "me" in the hearts of these people is only willing to prove my falsehood and is unwilling to prove my truth, and when I don't know how to prove my existence, there are still some people who are willing to accept me and defend me.

For me, these people have a common name, they are my "friends".

Because of them, my existence suddenly has some significance, and it is no longer so easily erased and self-proven. I have left some subjective traces in this objective world, and these traces do not seem to disappear with my disappearance.

I suddenly stopped worrying about myself. No matter what he means by "delete", no matter what his experts say, there is evidence for my existence, such solid and indisputable evidence, they are here.

I sympathize with those who deny it, it's not that they can't see it.

They just don't know how to look......