Wang Ping'an: "Can you introduce this script?" ”

"This is a script designed by the supercomputer of the propaganda department, you can ......"

"Let me ask first, is there any difference between what you read and the synopsis of the script I'm reading now?" Wang Ping'an interrupted Xiao Yun's words.

"Nope." Xiao Yun replied very simply, "But I think reading this profile in a suitable tone will feel more computer-like." ”

Angli: "So this one was designed by another supercomputer?" Doesn't it mean that computers can't do art jobs? ”

Little Lori looked at Angeli's avatar and blinked: "However, designing this kind of script is not an artistic job." Not to mention strong artificial intelligence, this kind of thing and those algorithm-based weak artificial intelligence can be mass-produced, but a quality inspector is needed to pick out suitable works from the massive garbage.

"It's just a pleasure like that."

Wang Ping'an: "You apologize to all genre film directors and popular writers. You also used a dialect pronunciation, what's the matter, want to cosplay the big brother who broke the water flow? ”

Angli: "So this script is to experience a plot in the Star Wars universe? ”

"Yes, you are the Jedi Samurai who survived the fall of the Samurai, and the Rebels launched a surprise attack on the newly built Death Star, but in order to prevent the assault squadron led by Luke Skywalker from being intercepted and the mission fails, you have to infiltrate the Death Star to plant bombs on the weak point."

Wang Ping'an: "What's the difference between this and an ordinary video game?" ”

"You can smell the lightsaber." Lori replied.

"What?" Wang Ping'an suspected that he had misheard.

"You can smell the lightsaber." Little Lori repeated, then pointed to the lightsaber on Wang Ping'an's waist.

Wang Ping'an picked up the lightsaber suspiciously, leaned to his nose and sniffed: "There is indeed a smell of metal......

Xiao Yun: "Yes, this is a classic illusion of simulated human beings on metal. ”

"This can also be simulated?"

"Modern psychology is very developed."

When Wang Ping'an and Xiao Yun were talking, Angli pressed the button, and the lightsaber appeared.

Angli: "Ah, it does smell like ozone. Is this the sensation that I just had from the mask that stimulated my nasal passages? ”

"Yes." Xiao Yun snapped her fingers, "Let's start the journey and enter the first scene." ”

As soon as the words fell, the scene changed, as if it was switched to the starport of the Death Star, a wounded titanium fighter plane fell next to Wang Ping'an, the left wing was shattered, and the fragments grazed Wang Ping'an's cheek.

Wang Ping'an: "No pain? ”

Angli: "Maybe it's because it's a game? ”

Xiao Yun: "No, it's actually because the unit attached to your face can only simulate the sense of touch, and it can't really prick you and make you feel pain." This virtual reality is not a tube in the back of the head, it is a formal cyber transformation, and the surgery has to be operated, and there is a long approval process before the operation. ”

"I guess a lot of people are applying for this surgery right now." Wang Ping'an replied.

"Yes, there are still people who secretly do it when they travel abroad, and it takes a lot of general equivalents to do this operation abroad, so many people choose to resell the living materials they receive, and these materials are circulated abroad in large quantities through smuggling channels."

Wang Ping'an was speechless.

Xiao Yun: "Attention, it's a monster farm." ”

A stormtrooper saw Wang Ping'an and Angli standing in the star harbor, and shouted: "Lightsaber! It's the Jedi Samurai! ”

Angli looked at the lit lightsaber in her hand and hurriedly put it away, "Uh, sorry, I just wanted to smell it." ”

Stormtroo: "Fa Oop~"

A storm of beam guns shot at Wang Ping'an and Angli.

Wang Ping'an: "What happens if I get hit?" ”

"will reduce health, and the health screen should appear in the upper right corner of your field of vision."

As soon as Xiao Yun finished explaining, Wang Ping'an took a shot in the shoulder.

Xiao Yun immediately added intimately: "Eating the compressed dry food of the Free Army can restore your health." By the way, there are also plenty of edible things in the game, all of which accurately simulate its taste. ”

Wang Ping'an found the dry food for the march in the rain of bullets and took a bite.

Angeli asked with concern, "What does it taste like?" ”

"The feeling of nutty chocolate. Is this really an analog signal? I felt like I was really eating. ”

While Wang Ping'an spoke, Angli also took out her marching dry food and took a bite: "Ah, I have the taste of white chocolate." ”

Xiao Yun: "Are you not interested in the game itself?" Why are you eating? ”

Wang Ping'an: "Do you think I'm going to be very excited to start playing?" ”

Xiao Yun: "This is Star Wars." ”

"Yes, I'm interested in Star Wars, but I've watched that movie countless times, and Attack on the Death Star or anything can't interest me anymore. But this Rebel Dry Food tastes good, can I eat more in VR? ”

After Wang Ping'an finished speaking, Xiao Yun snapped her fingers, so the surrounding scenes switched instantly, and all the furnishings became Arabic.

On the table in front of Wang Ping'an, there was a large pile of food, which looked like an Arabic style, and only the Hutt man squatting on the other side of the table like a giant slug showed that this was still a virtual game with a Star Wars theme.

Wang Ping'an: "Can I smell this Hutt man?" It smells, doesn't it? ”

Xiao Yun frowned: "I will remind my same type machine to add flavor to the Hutts." ”

Angli couldn't stop laughing: "Your supercomputer against the sky has not been estimated. ”

Xiao Yun: "Because most men's eyes will focus on the beautiful woman sitting on the tail of the Hutts, who would have thought that someone's first reaction would be to smell the smell of the Hutts." ”

Wang Ping'an: "Ah, I'm sorry, my beautiful figure is still a little worse than my lover." Can I eat all the food on this table? How do you know what they taste? ”

"These foods are all dishes that are authentic in Arabia, Turkey and Persia, and this script is a true representation of the flavors of all these dishes. This is also one of its selling points. ”

Angli: "Ah, this baklava is delicious. ”

Wang Ping'an: "You're going to eat it?" And what is Baklava? ”

"One of the Turkish specialties, come and try it." Angli leaned forward as she spoke, shoving a baklava into Wang Ping'an's mouth.

Wang Ping'an: "Oh, dessert! Well, it's really good, I, as a Cantonese, approved of this dessert! Baklava ......"

At this time, he noticed that Angri was clinging to himself in a very intimate motion.

"Wait a minute, I didn't feel you sticking it up." Saying that, Wang Ping'an stretched out his hand to touch his lover, but he felt empty, and his hand passed through directly.

Xiao Yun: "Because the current virtual reality cannot perfectly simulate the sense of touch on the body, in order to avoid cognitive misalignment, the player's characters in the game do not have collision volumes. To achieve this, surgery is required to intubate the back of the head.

"Of course, you can choose to wear gloves that simulate the sense of touch, so you can touch your lover in virtual reality. However, as a creature that relies primarily on vision, this level of simulation is enough to be immersive at the moment. Not to mention the sense of taste. ”

Wang Ping'an: "I admit you're right, is there a script for the emperor's meal?" Bring me one. ”