0p0 Chapter 186: The Fall of the New Coalition Government
Chapter 186: The Fall of the New Coalition Government
The curator sneered.
"Instead of thanking them, they chose to forget, pretending none of this had ever happened, and continued on their way to their destination."
After saying that, the curator immediately walked to the next floor.
Artyom followed closely behind, understanding the situation somewhat.
For humans, whose lifespan is no more than a hundred years, a journey lasting over 2000 years and spanning hundreds of generations is simply too long.
If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected will happen next.
Following the curator, Artyom moved as much as possible to allow the action recorder to record everything he saw along the way.
After the helium flash, the Earth continued its journey as usual, as if nothing had happened.
But during this period, the idea of escaping reality spread like a virus to all dungeons!
The Digital Life faction, which holds great power, vigorously promotes the Digital Life Plan. Anyone who is qualified in their work can be digitized after a certain number of years, achieve eternal life in the digital world, and enjoy luxurious treatment.
Seeing this, Artyom looked up and said with a confused look on his face.
"As I recall, the so-called digital life is nothing more than a copy of one's own memory data uploaded to the server. Digital life is just AI with human memory!"
"I understand humans. This is unacceptable to the uploader. They can't bear to toil for most of their lives while another person, with their own memories and personality, enjoys everything in heaven!"
The curator smiled and looked at the bald soldiers frozen in the ice.
Although he thinks that all people on Earth are insects, as the curator who organizes these historical materials, he has to admire the imagination and initiative of these insects.
He began to explain.
"So they gave their own answers, and I admire human courage and the ability to act."
Artyom's face was filled with confusion.
The answer? These bald heads represent the answer?
Seeing the confusion on his face, the curator stepped closer to a frozen bald soldier.
The soldier's face seemed familiar to Artyom, as if he had seen him in a movie. He only vaguely remembered that the man seemed to be a famous star in China.
He quickly cleared his mind and listened carefully to the curator's answers.
The curator's mechanical voice, like the meshing of gears, rang out.
"See these people? They are the efforts of the Digital Life faction."
"I've studied you humans. There's actually not much difference between machines and living things. Humans have old cells being replaced with new ones every moment. It only takes six to seven Earth revolutions around the sun for every cell in a human body to be replaced."
“It even raises a question…”
Artyom frowned and answered quickly.
"You mean the Ship of Theseus?"
"Smart." The curator smiled and pointed at the frozen bald heads.
"Some within the digital life school have also considered this issue. They've even taken it a step further. Since human cells are completely replaced every six to seven years, they could gradually replace the human brain with silicon-based components until all thoughts flow into circuits, and then you'd still be yourself."
"Unfortunately...time waits for no one."
Following the curator's gaze, Artyom looked at several frozen scenes.
After learning that the journey would continue and that the voyage would still take hundreds of generations or even 2000 years, for the initial period of time, it seemed as if nothing had happened and the voyage continued.
But an oppressive atmosphere permeates all dungeons.
The decryption of the Digital Life Project has accelerated this process.
Now those who want to escape from reality have a better solution: upload the backup and then commit suicide.
Although the new coalition government has explicitly banned these, they are more loose than the previous coalition government, and the major underground cities have extremely strong autonomy.
They recovered the banned technology and built a large server cluster in the dungeon. With the energy provided by the heavy fusion engine, the uploaded consciousness can enjoy almost eternity.
As for those who still want to live, why should they provide productivity for these hedonists and expand the server cluster?
They directly used the vacated space, the energy provided by the heavy fusion engine, and the unlocked AI technology to transform each underground city into a paradise on earth.
The Digital Life School also split because of this.
The living people do not regard the digital lives in the server as compatriots or as their former relatives and friends.
They implemented the Ship of Theseus plan, which first implanted a chip, incorporated it into the mind as part of the brain, transferred the memory, and gradually removed the brain and replaced it with a processor.
The original volunteers all completed the renovation.
The curator said quietly.
“When the container of thought can be transformed into thousands of threads, running at hundreds or even thousands of times the speed of the past, it becomes a form of torture for souls that were not programmed.”
“They’re crazy.”
Following the curator's voice, they passed through the frozen laboratory and went down another level.
Artyom looked at this and fell silent.
Unlike digital life, these people who ascended mechanically as the president mentioned built their own bodies.
That is a robot that can be called a bionic man.
These people behaved normally at first, but then became increasingly insane, enough to be called cyberpsychopaths.
It was because of them that the real faction of digital life suffered heavy losses, and even the virtual faction in the server was badly affected, with a large number of server clusters being shut down and cleared.
The planetary engine, which was barely maintained by AI technology, collapsed completely under the attack of these lunatics.
Then there was a global blackout, and the species that had been struggling on the planet finally died out.
All I saw were a few people wrapped in rags, with metallic colors visible through the holes in the rags, walking lonely across the ice field.
They are the cyber madmen who have triumphed in this war.
Artyom looked up in disbelief.
This means there are still these crazy people out there. Oh no! I need to notify Momonga immediately.
He pressed the communication button in a hurry.
There was only a crackling noise coming from the radio.
The curator turned around, the light in his eyes was a normal green light.
"Don't worry, I've confirmed this area is safe."
Artyom felt a little embarrassed and turned his gaze to a cyber madman who was frozen in ice.
"This should be temporary. I've had them set up the antenna, and it should be sending messages by now."
Hearing this, the light in the curator's eyes suddenly turned red, and he put his face directly in front of Artyom's helmet.
"What did you say!"
"You are a bunch of **** (Islamic swear words) who are incapable of doing anything but are always causing trouble."
Artyom coughed dryly and responded with a wry smile.
"Just some robots, I've seen them. Our plasma weapons are just enough to restrain them."
The director glared at Artyom.
"You know shit!"