Nick's face turned pale. Chen Ang comforted him. "I hope you don't hate me!"
Nick looked up. "Why do you say that?"
"Because the more you know, the more dangerous it is. Humans can't know these things, but humans must know before they can solve it." Chen Ang sighed. "The more you know, the more dangerous it is. This is not an empty saying. You're still safe now because you haven't realized it yet …"
"The firewall of consciousness, or rather, the locked chaotic consciousness data, allows human consciousness to be protected in a safe system. Of course, you can also think of it as a shackle — in any case, you're protected in an orderly and understandable world. But now, the shackle that protected you has disappeared!"
"Now, human consciousness and rationality are operating on inertia. This inertia is what I call the wall of knowledge that protects you. It can also be called common sense. Because common sense … humans haven't started to let their imaginations run wild and retain some resistance to the memetic virus. "
"Once you overturn common sense and start letting your imaginations run wild, you'll find that there's nothing to help you distinguish between these things! You'll enter the world of mental patients, unable to break free from the world where your consciousness is distorted. "
Nick didn't dare to think about what Chen Ang said. It was best not to think now. Once he did, he would be doomed eternally.
But he had to think. Only by thinking could he find a solution to the problem. With the collapse of the firewall that protected human consciousness, humans would no longer be able to understand the world rationally and distinguish between reality and fantasy. Mental patients often create illusions and distort reality.
A mental patient with abnormal consciousness might believe that there are countless pairs of eyes watching him. He would be nervous all day, suspecting that someone was spying on him.
The reason normal people wouldn't be like this is because our consciousness still has basic rationality.
We can tell that the information is our imagination — but once we lose this ability, we'll see a pair of eyes, from a poster hanging at home, or some other place, but we lose the ability to distinguish. We can't tell if it's our imagination or not. Then we'll really see a pair of eyes.
We've entered the world of mental patients.
We begin to lose the protection of common sense. We begin to blur the real eyes and the eyes in portraits, TV and photos. We'll see that there are eyes everywhere in the world.
Our consciousness begins to warp and distort - from this point on, the entire 'normal' world collapses.
Some concepts in our consciousness will be distorted, such as the eye. Anything with a hole in it, anything that looks like an eye, will appear to us as an eye. Then we will be surrounded by eyes, and the concept of eyes will be completely distorted and out of control. Then there will be other things — we will not be able to tell which things are people.
People have eyes, but now there are eyes everywhere.
Then, the concept of people began to distort. What was a person? People could not tell. The posters hanging on the wall were regarded as people, and the people walking on the street were regarded as indescribable things.
If you can't tell what a person is, then what is a murder?
What was killing?
Bumping into a mosaic on the street … what was that? Just crush them!
This was a world of lunatics. Everyone could lock up a lunatic, but what if everyone was a lunatic? Cognitive disorder, distorted consciousness, close to insanity …
No matter how hard Nick tried to stop himself from thinking about it, he still gradually understood Chen Ang's consciousness. The wall of common sense that protected his consciousness, which was already exceptionally weak in the first place, collapsed! He had also come into contact with the Gate of Souls and those irrational things.
His face was pale. Nick was a man made of iron, but he was still shocked by what he thought of.
Chen Ang quickly held him down and said, "Don't think too much … Don't imagine the world after the virus spreads. Once you imagine it, you might really be able to see that world! You will go crazy … You will think that everyone is a lunatic. You will lose the concept of the difference between a lunatic and a human — you will not be able to tell who is a lunatic and who is a normal person! "
"You've caused me so much trouble!" Nick said anxiously. "You've really caused me so much trouble!"
"Don't be nervous. You will go crazy if you are nervous." Chen Ang said, "You have to overcome these difficulties with your own strong willpower. Nick, you are the person with the strongest willpower I have ever seen. If you are also driven crazy, then you will not be able to escape!" If you are also driven crazy, is there still hope for humanity? "
"You also know about this?" Nick grabbed him and asked, "Why won't you go crazy!"
Chen Ang did not dare to say that he had caught the wrong person. Seeing how Nick was holding the dancing corpse, he knew that Nick could no longer tell the difference between a human and a ghost! He tried his best to console him. "I am an Old Human … My consciousness was not created by the Apocalypse, so there is no such gate!"
"Nick, you are the first Homo Evolutis to know the truth. Only by overcoming these difficulties can we have hope!"
The truth that Chen Ang told Nick was also a kind of information, a meme. This meme could also infect the defenseless Nick. His wall of common sense collapsed. His consciousness broke away from the inertia and started the process of collapse.
Chen Ang carefully covered Nick's eyes and ears.
He had to accept as little information from the outside world as possible and think as little as possible.
This was because the information from the outside world was a meme virus to him, so were his memories. But this went against the reason why Chen Ang told Nick the truth — he hoped that after Nick knew the truth, he would come up with a solution with him, but now he could not even think about it.
Nick had entered the first stage of the infection — cognitive disorder.
Chen Ang could not tell Nick that the person he saw was a ghost because it was still fine for him to see a ghost as a human. For now, a ghost was a human to him, but once he realized it, he would not be able to tell the difference between a human and a ghost. Everyone could be a ghost to him, and the concept of a human would be distorted.
But Chen Ang could not hide it from Nick forever. He was a smart person. He felt the hand that he was holding — the flesh was flipped up, and he felt the bones and rotten tendons. It was cold to the touch. He knew that he was holding a corpse. He could not tell the difference between a human and a ghost — the kind that would mistake a human for a ghost.
"There are so many people here!" Nick's tone was cold.
In Nick's consciousness, the surrounding environment changed. He was blindfolded, there were no doors or windows around him, and there was no light. He smelled the smell of decay — this smell came from the wax corpse, and it quickly connected with the corpse in his memory. Then the walls and floor made of flesh and bones started to appear. He stepped on a human face and a rotten skeleton.
This was an illusion created by Nick's sense of smell after he lost his sight and hearing.
But it was not an illusion for him. The memory of the corpse created by his sense of smell started to replace some of his cognition. A dancing ballerina appeared before Nick — she had a pretty face and was smiling at him vividly.
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