Chapter 6167 - 5178: Soul Machine Ideal Realm (35)

The mouse paused, realizing what it had said. The others also reacted.

Shiller said, "Doesn’t that mean Iron Man is calling Asathos?"

"Hiss..."

The mouse gasped and wasn’t as confident as it was at the beginning, saying this dream would never wake. It scrunched up its nose and kept smoothing its whiskers with its paws, looking very anxious.

"What is he up to? Why do this to us, and how does it benefit him?" the mouse asked.

"He might just want to know the truth. He wants to understand the core truth of the cosmos," Shiller said.

"There’s no truth here," the mouse said, "This place isn’t one where you can let the curiosity of living creatures run rampant. Or rather, the stronger the curiosity, the easier it is to be consumed. Your friend is simply grabbing chestnuts from the fire."

"That’s humanity," Shiller’s tone remained calm, "I’ve always thought that Outer Gods and humans are a good match. You are the most suitable deities for the human race. When we are curious, you respond. When we seek knowledge, you provide it. When we are greedy, you offer destruction. It sounds just right."

"I’d like to agree with your view, but your friend really doesn’t know boundaries," the mouse said discontentedly, "If you want to know, you should ask from the ground, how can you rush into the house of the God to ask? And since you came, at least ask what you want to know, but what’s the point of pulling out a drill without saying a word?"

"Isn’t there a possibility that he asked, but Yog didn’t respond?"

"How could that be possible? Yog is quite... Oh, you mean Yog is afraid of killing him, so he didn’t answer deliberately."

Shiller nodded, and the mouse thought about it, and it really could be the case. If Yog had long been watching Iron Man, he might not easily communicate with Iron Man, because he knows that in the past, those humans couldn’t handle the communication and exploded after a few exchanges, and he couldn’t gauge how much knowledge this little man could accept.

But this isn’t Yog’s problem; it’s the human race’s problem, because the range of this species is too wide. The same knowledge could be transmitted to one person and be fine, while transmitting it to another leads to madness. Humans are entirely a black box for Yog, and it’s uncertain what knowledge can and cannot be shared.

Fearing causing the death of this rare little person, Yog might avoid communicating with him to prevent accidentally bursting his brain. And Iron Man might have noticed Yog’s existence, tried to ask using some methods, but without a response, he’s left to explore on his own.

Shiller and the mouse were speechless, this is truly a beautiful misunderstanding.

Shiller thought for a moment and still said, "Actually, I think even if Yog told him, Iron Man would still calculate it himself. He’s just that kind of person."

"Even if he knows Yog is the master of all things, knowing all the knowledge in this world, he’d still think perhaps the other party might be too broad and not precise, maybe some detail data is wrong, he still has to confirm it himself. Unverified truths are not truths, even if God told him personally."

"In that sense, I also think humans are a good match for Outer Gods," the mouse said, "Outer Gods don’t need human faith, and humans coincidentally don’t have any real faith. Humans are overly arrogant, and Outer Gods don’t care at all."

"The most stable relationship between humans and gods is not love but hate," Shiller said, "Let’s hate each other for a long time, neither forgiving the other. Or just pass by each other, ignore each other. After all, Earth is round, and the life forms living on it are good at treating walking back to back as a two-way journey. Though the distance is a bit far, what’s unattainable is always the best."

"Sometimes I really envy your self-consistency," the mouse said genuinely, "When I am in human society, I sometimes feel a bit dazed, not knowing who is truly the avatar of chaos."

"There is a noticeable sequence between the two supercomputers," Peter woke up again, he felt much better, gaining strength in his speech, he said, "Since it’s done with different systems, I call them blood and nerve. Clearly, blood was built earlier than nerve."

"Why?" Shiller asked.

"Because nerve has no input ports, nor does it have any data collection functions," Peter still lay there, his eyelids half-closed, "Nerve is used to analyze data, but where does the data come from? Those fungi cannot contact the cosmic structure, nor are they used to collect data like cosmic rules."

"And blood is exactly for this," Peter gently exhaled, "The blood cells computer cluster can observe residues like a biological group. And the changes brought by observation, the feedback generated by certain deep cosmic activities, are the data they need to collect."

Shiller knew that some of the deep cosmos activities Peter mentioned included both the reactions of Misisha, which were the obscenities he cursed when answering the phone, and the ripples in cosmic rules triggered by what they might have previously mentioned, the echo of Asathos’s thoughts. These were all valuable data.

"In other words, Iron Man first came to this whirlpool, built a blood cell computer, collected a large amount of data, and with this data, went to another whirlpool to build a neural network computer to analyze these data. Through the results obtained, he escaped the loop and headed for an unknown path."

After Peter finished speaking, Shiller began to think about what kind of magical space-time structure this really was. It could actually be understood as a parallel universe, except that other parallel universes exist in the same time but in different spaces, or they might be different times in different spaces, only with the same attribute due to the influence of some forces. But here it might be different times in the same space.

Like the past, present, and future also belong to different times in the same space, but this timeline is continuous, one can come to the present from the past, and from the present to the future. Time is a continuously flowing river; the present cannot reverse back to the past but can only flow toward the future.

However, the different times in the same space they are in are not continuous but segmented, and do not communicate with each other in the middle. The past timeline just stops while moving forward and will not reach the present, and the present will not lead to the future. For instance, a decade of timeline is divided into 1~3, 4~6, 7~10, and in the first segment, when reaching 3, it will go back to 1 instead of reaching 4. It is because the continuous timeline is cut into circles, and to reach another time whirlpool, one needs to use some special means for leap rather than just following the time.

Therefore, what Iron Man built in the first segment will not carry over to the second segment, and the traces left by the cats in the previous whirlpool will also not appear; they are independent of each other.

This is why, the cube doesn’t have any traces of time, and the creatures within the jungle have no signs of evolution, because each time segment is independent, only the space is the same.

To leave this space, naturally, one needs to find a way out. Iron Man might have used the supercomputer to analyze something, found the path here, and then left. In other words, the cats now need to know what he analyzed.

Shiller felt a bit of a headache again, bringing in one Peter was not enough, it would be nice to bring in another Iron Man. But the problem is, whichever one he brings, he might get engrossed in research and be stuck here setting up electrical wiring for a century, trying to understand what this universe is about.

Just seeing the things Iron Man from the Prime Universe made here, one can tell how much he is interested in this world. Perhaps, for such top-notch scientists, a strange environment completely different from the previous world is really like a child stumbling into an amusement park, dazzled at what they see.

"We are discussing how to stop this machine," Shiller said, "After all, this thing is not very safe, and it might indeed have caused some noise pollution, we do not want to add trouble."

Shiller actually didn’t care about the life and death of the Tindalos Hound, he said this mainly to follow Peter, after all Spider Man cared about the environment and did not like to disturb others.

"No need to dismantle it," Peter said, "Since Iron Man didn’t shut it down when he left, it should mean there is still information to be collected. Let it collect a bit more, it might come in handy in the future."

"What about our life and death?" the Mouse asked, "If Misisha really went crazy because of this thing, how can we repair the house if you don’t stop it?"

"Can’t you live already now?" Peter showed indifference at this moment, "This environment isn’t too harsh for you all, you might just have to take a longer path, overcome it."

The Mouse was convinced, can’t they have a bit of civic responsibility? Did you humans set up a building shaker to collapse the house and crush people underneath, wouldn’t you at least lend a hand to rescue, or shut down the culprit first!

Seeing the Mouse about to explode, Shiller hurriedly intervened between the two, he bit the Mouse’s tail and dragged it away, after dragging it aside, he whispered, "Don’t provoke him, can’t you see he’s in a bad mood?"

The Mouse was holding in a fire: "He’s in a bad mood? I’ve been stuck here for more than thirty loops, I jumped from left to right, from right to left, can’t get out, and I’m not in a bad mood, he has no right to..."

"If you didn’t bring Iron Man here, would these things happen? Since you understand humans so well, why not figure out that if suddenly one day your friend inexplicably went to a far and dangerous place, saying he wouldn’t come back, soon after you learn he was kidnapped, chasing all the way to the bandit’s place, all you see are his nervous system and blood, what would your mood be?"

The Mouse gritted its teeth: "That it was Yog who kidnapped him, not me, and the most unlucky one is me. Plus, if the house doesn’t get built soon, won’t it also be hard for you to leave?"

"To be honest, whether you build this house or not, we all find it hard to leave," Shiller said bluntly, "Whether or not there is a building structure only affects you Outer Gods, for us, your path isn’t meant for humans."

The Mouse fell silent, knowing that what Shiller said was true, whether this place had order only slightly affected these Outer Gods and Avatars, humans couldn’t care less. No matter how much order there is, it couldn’t possibly be suitable for human survival, the difficulty is already at its peak, a few more or less shortcuts make no difference.

But the Mouse was really anxious to return to the main body, this broken place was also unfit for its survival, hurry up and report back, hurry back, missing you Earth.

"Yog can’t communicate with your friend, doesn’t mean he can’t communicate with you all," the Mouse racked its brains, "Maybe you all could use stopping this mysterious machine as leverage, to get him to build some pathways suitable for humans. What do you think?"