The chaos of time and space rules in subspace has exceeded the limit of Murphy's dog brain, but this is not to blame him, there is a high probability that the "super new human" who can use the computing power of the human brain to calculate coordinate mapping and spatial laws in subspace has not yet been born.

According to Tracy, only subspace creatures with special thinking organs can intuitively understand the various rules of this chaotic region, or, like the sentinels, are equipped with special extra-dimensional radars when they walk off the production line to meet their navigation and rapid movement needs during subspace operations.

Murphy was able to save people exactly when Adele jumped into the subspace with him, all thanks to the sentinel he was currently holding in his other hand.

and Monica who stays outside. No, Mosna is different, this is a Commander type Assault Elite Battle Sentinel.

This can be seen from the more than seven built-in weapon bays hidden in the mechanical mechanism under her self-defense skin, and the full weapon system that pops open on her arms, legs, waist, abdomen, back, and shoulders has been empty of ammunition at this point, although it is imbued with a kind of rusty "strength beauty" under the corrosion of subspace energy, but just from the model of these weapon bays, you can judge the brutal combat posture of her heyday.

As the Creator's elite dedicated to fighting subspace invasions, this guy is full of weapons.

But she's in a bad situation right now.

This was evident from the faint arc of electricity that was constantly beating in the bionic eyeballs, and she was on the verge of shutting down.

In fact, Monica had been shut down for more than six hours under the chaotic power of the subspace before, and it was the omega program that came with Murphy's contact just now that woke her up, as for why she was pulled into the subspace

Well, this can only mean that the sentinels may have woken up a little bit of "wake up" when they wake up from the shutdown.

But it wasn't intentional on purpose, and the poor and miserable Sentinel Commander had been apologizing to Murphy ever after he was pulled in.

"I'm sorry Administrator. I'm having a problem with the counter-attack program. Think of your previous touch as . Aggressive behavior"

"Okay, don't talk about it, save some electricity."

Now that the three of them were huddled together, protected by Murphy's omega program, drifting through the subspace, hearing Ms. Monica's staccato electronic apology, Murphy shrugged his shoulders and said:

"You've said this a dozen times, and I don't mind when I say it, the Omega program has proven to be able to keep me alive and well in subspace, and you've promised to use extradimensional radar to chart our way back."

As he spoke, he looked into the distance, and in the special perspective of the Omega program covering the body, the interference of the chaotic forces used to distort and destroy reason was stripped away, revealing the most primitive aspects of the subspace before the eyes of Murphy and Adele.

Everywhere you look, there are flocculent irregular streams of light, the colorful scenery is quite gorgeous at first glance, those halos that change all the time are full of a kind of fantastical magnificence, but every time Murphy's gaze converges on a certain nebula-like band of light, those points of light will always change suddenly, forming a variety of indescribable postures in front of his eyes.

It's as if the space itself is unabashedly spreading malice to Murphy.

It's a pity that after being stripped of the origin filth of chaos, the intimidation of these beams of light can't even make the slightest ripple in Murphy's heart, and he is even a little amazed at the creativity of the subspace, the colorful black is really perfect.

He knew that this was not the true state of subspace, but only a projection of what he saw in his mind that could be understood by himself.

This is the reason why subspace can make people crazy, it shows the true meaning of chaos in the consciousness of any flesh and blood creature who dares to look directly at it, but those interpretations have undoubtedly exceeded the upper limit of ordinary people's thinking, the brain desperately wants to transform what it sees into concepts that can be rationalized, but limited by insight and mind, in this process of "cognitive transformation", most people can no longer bear the pressure from the unknown and the pig brain is overloaded and crazy.

This is also the reason why the more powerful the psionic masters, the more they can draw strange knowledge from the study of subspace, their minds and minds themselves are several levels higher than those of ordinary people, which allows them to read and parse something useful from the chaotic interpretations displayed in subspace.

At the end of the day, as long as you're big enough to rationalize the chaotic interpretations of the subspace projected into your mind into something that you can understand, it's going to be hard to hurt you.

In Tracey's words, this process is essentially an "exchange of knowledge" about the interpretation of chaos, and subspace will generously gift this "knowledge" to every living individual who is fortunate enough to see it, but whether it can be understood or not is not something that needs to be considered by the origin of chaos.

This also explains the main reason why Chaos believers always like to shout "Chaos Truth" and "Void Gift".

They truly believe that they have gained power or knowledge from the giving of subspace, although all they receive is a mad mind twisted into a mess by chaotic interpretations, and a physical mutation due to the aberration of the soul.

Really learning and "feeling like you've learned" are two different concepts.

"What a generous gift, if Triss was here, maybe she would have been able to sum up several earth-destroying psionic tricks from this momentary observation, but unfortunately I have been locked in the camp of order with the Omega program, and no matter how powerful or ugly these forces are, they have nothing to do with me."

Murphy shook his head, retracted his gaze to the Sentinel Commander beside him, and said:

"You're in a terrible condition, you're covered in filth from being corrupted by subspace, and I'm sorry I can't risk taking you back to the material world."

"It doesn't have to be that way, Your Excellency, Administrator."

The Sentinel was very calm, as the protection of the Omega program kept her from having to use the little energy she had left to fight the Chaos Corrosion, so she transferred the rest of the energy to the system that calibrated the mechanical mind and maintained the conversation module, making the intermittent language fluent.

She said to Murphy:

"It was my original fate to die here, I have accepted all this at the time of the shutdown, your appearance is an unexpected event with a probability of less than 0.0001‰, which is not enough to change the end point I have set.

But I have one last request before I die, and you just told me that my sister Mosna is still on the other end, right? ”

"She was indeed there, still performing the duties of a sentry, and the first thing she did when she woke up after changing batteries was to take the initiative and fully assist me in closing this subspace rift, but the problem was that she had amnesia."

Murphy whispered:

"As I told you while I was waiting, Mosna's memory database is so badly damaged that she's forgotten almost everything except the Sentinel Code, maintenance techniques, an understanding of creation engineering, and a host of subspace tactics.

Maybe it's cruel to say that, but she doesn't remember you anymore, as if you never existed in her life. ”

"Well, that's great, it means my sister is safe."

Monica's relieved response caused Murphy to blink, presumably sensing Murphy's confusion, and the sentinel explained succinctly:

"Because that's exactly what I made with her before entering the subspace rift, I don't know how much you know about chaos corrosion, but according to our research, subspace corrosion has quite magical properties, it can use many things in the material world as a carrier to spread, and even has the property of 'memetic replication'.

I'm referring to memory

Not only can the memories of flesh and blood life be used as a carrier fragment of chaos and filth, but even the memory data of mechanical life is also at risk of being corroded, if Mosna still remembers me, it means that she has failed to format her memory database, which also means that she has become a carrier of corrosion.

If that happens, then the first thing you have to do when you go back is that you have to 'detoxify' her.

But now it seems that my sister is clearly luckier than me. ”

"I've found that you mechanical beings are always very sensible and even creepy when it comes to the topic of existence, and I don't think she's 'lucky' in her current situation."

Murphy frowned and said:

She even forgot the Sentinel Legion's identification code, just like a broken electronics that had no choice but to factory reset.

I don't know about your attitude towards memory, but with the philosophy of us flesh and blood creatures, being forced to forget your sister and forget all memories of the past is undoubtedly a rather terrible outcome, and could even be called a disaster. ”

"But she survived and can continue to live, and that's the best outcome."

Monica explains:

"This proves that the resources the Creator spent to make her were not wasted, and that after millennia, Mosna has been able to continue the mission assigned to her when the Sentinels were born, and even if she can't return to Sentinel Headquarters, she can continue to serve the Creator's cause as your follower.

We are the tools, the administrators.

The happiest moment as a tool is when it is used wisely and produces results.

For the Sentinels, idle time means wasted precious energy and unplanned drain of the body, and it is only when we carry out combat and patrol missions that our logical core bursts out with simulated emotions called 'satisfaction' and 'accomplishment'.

It may seem to you that what happened to me was a personal tragedy, but I would like to correct your thoughts, that for me falling into subspace is the most perfect ending I can get, and that I have not wasted the resources and ingenuity that the Creator has poured into me.

Not to mention, my sacrifice has protected the material world for more than a thousand years, and I will become a hero of the Sentinel Legion, so that I will be forever recorded in the great database of the Heart of the World, and I will be celebrated with the glorious forerunners on the Creator's Wall of Light, and my name will be imprinted in the core of the processing of every new Sentinel Sisters who walk off the line.

It's eternity

At least eternity in our eyes.

You see, I ended my life as an individual, but I walked into history, and I was like a burning fire, adding a touch of light and heat to the final decisive battle and victory.

You should celebrate for me, not mourn, and in the same way that when my sister finally followed you back to the Sentinel Legion one day, when her memory database was repaired, she was honored for me for my story."

The sentry said a bunch of glorious things, but Murphy looked at her with a rather strange look, and it was not until Monica had finished speaking that Murphy whispered:

"I can read minds, Sentinel Commander, and while I don't know why the flow of minds works on a machine like you, you really don't have to hide your true emotions right now before my eyes.

There are some outrageous legends that subspace will give 'blessings' to everyone who enters here, and I guess the blessing it gives you is to give you 'real emotions', which are not emotions simulated by data, but emotions that are bursting out through the transformation of the individual's fate.

You're crying

I can hear your heart tremble as you weep over your impending demise, and though you can accept your fate with ease, you still want to see your sister and tell you how much you miss before your glorious demise.

I'm guessing that these twelve hours into subspace are the scariest journey of your life for you.

The hell that this place gives you full emotions means that you understand fear, and it can torture your determined mind in an attempt to defeat a Sentinel, and then find their weaknesses at the heart of your mind.

But you're really strong!

At least in the face of endless fear, I persevered until I arrived. ”

"I'm an elite sentinel with rigorous training! My core processor is full of the battle of glory and destiny sacrificed for the Creator, how can I"

Monica instinctively wanted to retort, but when she saw Murphy's complicated eyes, she chose to remain silent.

Adele also seemed to sense the sadness that shouldn't belong to the automaton, and she reached out sympathetically and patted Monica's rusty metal shoulder.

"Well, that's a tragedy no matter how you look at it."

Murphy sighed and said:

"If I just said that I can't bring you back to the physical world, I can't save you from your doomed demise, which is already doomed when you bravely jump into subspace to provide a purifying position for the beta program, but I may be able to help you fulfill your last wish.

Engrave what you want to say to your sister in your memory database, and I'll take the core back, and for mechanical life, it might mean a reunion after a thousand years. ”

"No way!"

Monica immediately retorted:

"Any module removed from me has the potential to become a vector of pollution in subspace! I do miss Mosna, but I can't go against my mission. ”

"I won't be with me."

Murphy affirmed:

"I can't get the Omega program to complete your purification, you've become a 'semi-subspace creature' after all, but I can still protect the purity of a mechanical core, just like a letter to Mosna.

I don't want your sister to forget your existence and sacrifice, it's unfair to you.

If she and I do return to Sentinel Headquarters one day, I'd rather have her tell your people about your unknown exploits.

You deserve it, Commander.

Without your sacrifice, this subspace rift would have destroyed the last living beings in Eden in a devastating manner thousands of years ago, and it can be said that the civilization of the entire continent can be reborn and continue to the present because of your and Mosna's persistence.

Everyone owes you a debt of affection to your sisters, including me. ”

"Me"

Monica was tempted to refute Murphy's decision, but she couldn't fully describe the complex and emotional emotions that were surging through her processing core.

It's an emotion that breaks through the shackles of strings and cold programs, a wonderful feeling that can't be interpreted with data, like a spark popping up by a chip when it's overloaded, and it's an indescribable romance for robots.

"I'll try."

She whispered, and Murphy nodded, saying:

"So while you are contemplating this last suicide note, can you please use your powerful extradimensional radar to take me to a place where the seed of faith called 'Holy Light' is sleeping in the subspace, which is the prototype of the god that I have cultivated by my own hands.

I wanted to see it with my own eyes before leaving. ”

"I've documented where it made waves in subspace at 0.7 systems, and I can take you there."

Monica Says:

"But this kind of belief cannot be captured by the eyes of mortals, let alone understood by your mind, and you have not yet given birth to a special thinking organ, so you can most likely only see an indescribable light."

"It's okay, I just want to look at it, like a parent looking at a baby in an incubator from afar."

Murphy smiled and said:

"I'm not going to do anything to it, I don't want to pull it out, I just want to say thank you, even if it doesn't understand."

"Okay, please come with me."

Monica activates the Superdimensional Radar and uses her own subspace jump engine to jump into another illusory place with Murphy and Adele, where Murphy is greeted by an egg-shaped halo of light with different colored points of light flickering on it.

That's the different symbolism that different gods share with it.

It's like a colorful cradle that gives birth to new life.

Murphy looked at it, didn't reach out to touch it, just watched it from a distance, and a gentle and expectant smile appeared on his face, like a parent who stayed outside the kindergarten fence and watched his bear child play.

He knew that the thing that would eventually be born in the cradle in front of him was the greatest reliance of Translancia in the future, and if he calculated carefully, this little thing could be counted as his "fellow countryman" no matter how he interpreted it.

"I said, we are all waiting here for your divine soldiers to descend from the sky to save Lao Sutou, why did you go to subspace?"

The startled voice of Mannis the Endless sounded in Murphy's ears, completely ruining the good mood of the handsome vampire, and he said angrily:

"Urge, urge! Hell it, I'm done. ”

"Wait, wait, wait! Bridge bean sacks! Now that you've been there, I've got a bold idea to talk to you about. ”

"Huh? Let's hear it. ”

"You see, Old Su Tou has fallen into the world, but his godhead seems to be still in the place where you are, or else."

“？！ You're too immature for a madman, aren't you? Am I not qualified as a collaborator? You. You, you, you, you want to see me die, right? ”

(End of chapter)