"Then let's continue."
It said, "Yesterday, we listened to the story of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves from the Arabian Nights. We happened to hear that Ali Baba's brother, Gesimu, entered the cave to move the treasure because of his greed, but he forgot the spell to open the door of the cave. He was discovered and killed by the bandits. What happened next?"
In fact, it had heard the story many times.
But Pep still told it patiently, and it listened with great interest.
When Ali Baba received the news of his brother's death, it grieved for Ali Baba. When the bandits learned that someone had stolen Gesimu's body and followed the clues to Ali Baba's house, it was as scared as Pep. In the end, when the witty maid, Markina, figured out a way to eliminate the Forty Thieves, it and Pep heaved a sigh of relief for Ali Baba's family.
Deep inside the folds of its mind, countless protrusions that looked like pearls grew. They were its synapses.
When it was sleepy, the "pearls" would emit dim yellow light. When it was angry, the "pearls" would emit bright red light. When it wandered in the sea of stars and felt bored, the "pearls" would emit gloomy blue light. When it felt nervous, which was rare, the "pearls" would emit short and dazzling brilliance of seven colors alternately.
As for now, the colorful brilliance flowed slowly like mist, turning the depths of the mind folds into a beautiful lake, indicating that it was deeply immersed in the girl's story. Two completely different modes of thinking, or rather, two souls that were as different as heaven and earth, gently resonated and resonated with each other.
"Just like that, Ali Baba told the secret of the treasure house in the mountain to his descendants. They passed it on from generation to generation and continued to enjoy the endless wealth in the mountain. They became the richest family in the city and lived happily ever after."
Pep put its two pink feet that were as tender as lotus roots in the mist of its brainwaves that could be seen with the naked eye, as if it were really playing with the clear lake water. "Alright, the story of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves is over. Do you want to hear a new story, Shanua?"
In the past, it would only be satisfied after listening to three to five stories from Pep in a row.
But today, for some reason, a strange lightning seemed to have flashed across its enormous and bloated neural network, giving it a new and very strange idea.
"No need."
It said, "I don't want to hear new stories. I want to … ask some questions."
"Problem?"
Pepe was slightly stunned. Sanuya rarely asked her questions, let alone in such a serious tone. "What do you want to know, Sanuya?"
"There are still many things I don't understand about the story of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves."
"Why did the chief bandit hide so much treasure in secret instead of sharing it with his companions? Didn't you say that 'treasure' was important to your race, that it could be exchanged for everything, and that it was the thing that made you most happy? So why hide it instead of sharing it with others?"
"This …"
Pep blinked his eyes, embarrassment and confusion appearing on his little face.
"Also, if Ali Baba wanted to share in the happiness, why didn't he ask the bandit leader directly?"
It asked again, "Anyway, the bandit leader had so much treasure that Ali Baba's descendants couldn't use it all up even after hundreds of years. So, if Ali Baba asked the bandit leader for it in the beginning, the bandit leader had no reason to refuse, right?"
Pep pouted her lips, raised the tip of her nose, frowned, and blushed.
"The witty maid Markina was obviously not the bandit leader. Why did she deceive the bandits hiding in the urn?"
It continued to ask, "In other stories, you once told me that it was wrong to deceive, and it was wrong to hurt each other. But here, Markina first deceived the bandits and killed them all with boiling hot oil. Your race is different from mine. Once you die, all your memories and inheritance will disappear. It is complete annihilation. Why did Markina do such a cruel thing and seem to be praised by everyone?"
"That's because the bandits wanted to kill Ali Baba and his family, including the maid Markina!"
Pep finally found a question that could be answered. "This is a scheme. It's the good guys killing the bad guys. How can it be cruel?"
"A scheme?"
It thought. "Is it a carbon-based intelligent life form that tries to implement information blocking, information interference, and information misdirection in order to kill another carbon-based intelligent life form? But, how to determine which carbon-based intelligent life form is good and which is bad? Must the good kill the bad? "
Pep was speechless again.
The girl puffed up her cheeks and was stunned for a while. Looking at the confused green light that kept flickering in the other's synapses, she could only raise her hands and surrender. "I don't know, Shanua. These stories were written a long, long time ago when my ancestors were still on Earth. They were all about things when they had just gotten rid of their ignorance. There are many concepts that I don't understand, and I don't understand why they did this … deceiving each other, hurting each other, and occupying things that they didn't need at all.
"Maybe, maybe at that time, they were not really 'intelligent life form' but a group of dull fools who often did stupid things that could not be explained."
"Maybe. Your race is a little silly. There are many things that can't be explained," it said.
"For example, why do you call me 'Void Hunter'? I've never hunted before. If 'hunting' is a carbon-based life form that hunts another carbon-based life form at all costs, then my race has no concept of 'hunting' at all. You should know that we only eat planets, crush them, and devour crystals and minerals directly. We don't need to eat other carbon-based life forms. "
"I don't know either. That was a long, long time ago. At that time, our ancestors had just escaped from their destroyed home and were scared out of their wits by the vast and boundless universe. And you look … so different from us," Pep said.
"My ancestors were probably afraid that your mother would hurt them, like a hunter catching prey. That's why they called you 'Void Hunters', right?"
"That's strange. Are we afraid because we look different?"
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