Chapter 6166 - 5177: Soul Machine Utopia (34)

After witnessing the power of the cats, the mice had to start pondering a question: who exactly is the victim in this whole affair? Clearly, Shiller’s friend doesn’t seem entirely innocent.

Blaming everything on Misisha might be simple, but it doesn’t help clarify the truth. If it were any other time, the mice wouldn’t care so much about the truth, but now, trapped under the collapsed house unable to return home, even for the sake of personal safety, they couldn’t pick the wrong person; otherwise, their sentence would be extended.

Nya is different from other Outer Gods; not only does he understand human technology, he even uses computers proficiently. Many of his clones work as programmers in Silicon Valley, adept at inserting viruses into programs to summon Nya and subliminally spreading heresy information online.

His understanding of computers is deeper than that of many laypeople. He knows very well the power of supercomputers. Despite biological computers being relatively new to him, he could roughly imagine the computing power of the blood cell supercomputer inside such a large cube.

At the same time, he is the programmer who knows Outer Gods best. There are various ways for the Outer Gods to connect with life forms like humans. Generally, Nya uses summoning spells and arrays, and there’s indeed a "dial-up connection" method as well, usually triggered by exposure to items with Outer God aura. For instance, an investigator might suddenly find a book that was polluted by an Outer God’s power; reading it would establish a connection with the Outer Gods.

The remnants of the Tindalos Hound are clearly such a medium. And the blood cell computer constantly observing this medium is essentially continually establishing a link with the Tindalos Hound. Assuming these remnants belong to Misisha, it’s the equivalent of continuously calling him.

Normally, when a person connects with an Outer God, their phone number and line are fixed; every call thereafter uses this number. After all, a human only has one spirit, a single phone number for life.

Outer Gods, due to their different forms of existence, can receive many calls simultaneously, like how Nya can communicate with many clones and followers at once without encountering a busy line issue.

Nya is well aware that when humans violently crack some data, they employ the Exhaustion Method, essentially trying each number individually. For complex issues, feedback from the generated number series is used to continuously optimize the cracking array, narrowing down the range until the answer is found.

Under these circumstances, the supercomputer likely does not use a single number at a time but changes the number each time it calls. As for how this is achieved, although Nya doesn’t understand the specific principle, he suspects it might be related to what Peter referred to as clustering. Assuming part of the cells constitute a cluster, this could generate a number; restructuring the cluster might generate another number. With the computing power of a supercomputer, creating tens of thousands of numbers isn’t problematic.

On Misisha’s end, picking up call after call, while indeed the line isn’t busy, an endless stream of calls keeps coming in. Moreover, the callers say nothing; or rather, there’s a language barrier between Outer Gods and computers. At least Misisha can’t read computer language.

The supercomputer needs to collect a sufficient number of samples to establish a language database for Outer Gods. The supercomputer isn’t an artificial intelligence; it likely lacks autonomous communication ability, just collecting data to build databases. To collect more data, it only makes more calls, recording every tiny change in feedback from Misisha, adding them all to the database without giving Misisha any response.

The scenario then becomes Misisha picks up a call, more calls come in, number after number calling, with each pick-up resulting in silence, hang-up, call again—a real haunting.

And if the residue isn’t Misisha’s but another Tindalos Hound’s, there might even be group calls, the whole blood cell supercomputer serving as a massive spam call generator, producing endless virtual numbers to bombard the entire Tindalos race.

Although no substantial harm is inflicted, the blood cell supercomputer only dials numbers, incapable of transmitting power, and unable to punch the other party along the phone line. Yet, just the relentless massive dialing action would prompt Nyarlathotep to notify the authorities.

Earlier, finding his house dismantled puzzled the mice because doing so would offend Yog and certainly displease Nya, effectively offending two of the Three Pillar Gods—who would dare?

Knowing now that the house was almost completely demolished and Nya’s clone is trapped under the debris, the mice think Misisha better have some prowess; else, he’s sure to face severe consequences.

Yet it seemed odd, Misisha is bad-tempered, and Tindalos Hounds at most can’t hold their tongues, but they’re not foolish—aware of the repercussions of offending two of the Three Pillar Gods. Previously, conflicts between Misisha and Yog largely stayed at verbal spatting and minor pranks, suddenly acting so massively, even tearing down a load-bearing wall, seems truly abnormal.

It appears that initially, Misisha only intended to find out who was making spam calls to him, likely not taking the matter to heart—as time travel is an innate talent for the Tindalos race, the Deep in the Stars dangerous for others are easygoing for them. Searching for something isn’t difficult.

However, as the search area became wider and the true culprit remained elusive, things became somewhat difficult to handle. Misisha might have turned the entire Deep in the Stars upside down but still couldn’t find out who called him.

The mouse speculated that Misisha might have already arrived here, but he didn’t recognize this thing. Whether you say he had inertia in thinking or lacked professional knowledge, in any case, he passed by his home thrice without entering, completely unaware that this strange black goo could cause any damage.

But Misisha couldn’t be blamed for this; Nya was also dumbfounded the first time they saw this thing. When they fled into the cube, the mouse didn’t recognize what this thing was either. He hadn’t even noticed it was blood; he just thought maybe it was another polluted water body. Such things are plentiful in Deep in the Stars, so their appearance here isn’t surprising.

As for the building, it wasn’t particularly notable. Deep in the Stars is not without architecture. In fact, Yog himself can build houses—not the kind of space-time rules, but actual physical structures. In human terms, he is a master architect. What he constructs, although incomprehensible to humans, looks quite beautiful. Yog leaves architectural ruins in various places. This cube, though not his style, could just be something he casually constructed, looking not suspicious.

Also, the hunting dogs might have come in to take a look, but they wouldn’t possibly know what a blood cell supercomputer is. They only saw someone taking a box to pack their leftovers, unable to comprehend what was going on.

Thus, Misisha grew angrier the more he searched, possibly out of spite or suspicion that it was Yog’s doing. He directly turned his home upside-down and began dismantling walls. Ultimately, in a fit of rage, he collided with a load-bearing wall, causing the house to collapse, pinning several of Nya’s clones, with the mouse being one of them.

It’s more about him losing his mind than confronting Yog. Yog is holding him back. And because Yog is busy holding him back, he may not have time to figure out why Misisha went mad. The two Outer Gods ended up chasing each other, throwing the cosmos’s structure into chaos. Fortunately, Asathos won’t awaken; otherwise, everyone would be doomed together.

See, this is the downside of not learning from Human Society. The mouse thought that if either one of them had a substantial understanding of humans, they would definitely see the oddity in this architecture.

But maybe it’s also because civilization is harder to evolve in the Cthulhu Mythos Universe. The Outer Gods don’t fully understand how the weaker race uses tools, much like humans can’t comprehend the structure of the Outer Gods. Essentially, the discrepancy in lifeforms is too vast, making it impossible for them to imagine each other’s methods of world alteration.

Yet, after thinking it over, the mouse couldn’t blame them. Even among humans, this Iron Man is quite inventive. How did he come up with using his own blood to make a supercomputer? Is this thing really effective?

The mouse is genuinely interested in this. If he had such a supercomputer, wouldn’t it be possible for him to send promotional messages to all life in the universe without limits? Without stepping outside, he could spread his name across the cosmos and never worry about his performance again.

Moreover, blood isn’t very hard to procure, especially when it doesn’t require human blood. Raiding a few farms would allow him to create something similar. He has pollution, too. He merely needs to learn how to construct it.

Thus, he became even more eager to find Iron Man. However, at this time, Shiller and Constantine were studying another matter: how to shut down this machine. If Misisha really went mad because of prank calls, shutting down the calls would be essential; otherwise, Yog wouldn’t be able to restore space-time order. They would keep jumping through the chaotic space-time whirlpool, unlikely ever to find Iron Man.

"Is it possible to destroy the residue?" Constantine asked. "Without the dialing keypad, surely the phone can’t make calls, right?"

Shiller looked at the mouse. The mouse was momentarily hit with confusion before responding, "That’s difficult. The residue can’t really be considered Outer Gods’ excrement but more like something they can’t digest. If the Outer Gods can’t digest it, how can it be destroyed?"

"Why can’t the Outer Gods digest it?" Shiller asked with some curiosity.

"It’s still the same concept. To humans, Outer Gods are formidable, but the cosmos where Outer Gods evolve isn’t for nothing. The only ’university graduate’ here, Yog, believes these indigestible residues might be echoes of Asathos’ thoughts."

"What do you mean?"

"Literally. It’s akin to when you dream, occasionally having your own reflective thought flash across your mind that doesn’t belong to the dream. These things are incompatible with the dream, and the dream can’t shake them. All Outer Gods have seen unusual sights, which are the host’s thoughts within the dream, while the residue represents the smallest form of such thoughts."