If the Void Cataclysm was about to happen, did the Fallen Apostles know about it?
If the Fallen Apostles knew that the Void Cataclysm was about to happen, would they take action?
These were two questions that had yet to be answered with any evidence, but the information they had was pointing in one direction: the Fallen Apostles might have noticed the changes in the Void, and their actions might have something to do with it.
According to the Godfather's theory, if the Void Cataclysm were to happen, the Fallen Apostles themselves might be able to survive, but all their worlds would perish in an instant. At that time, they would be exposed to the Protoss and the Empire, and all their basic powers would be cut off. It could be said that it would be their demise. If the Fallen Apostles knew that this was about to happen, they would definitely take action.
Shallow Shallow's analogy was very appropriate. No one had thought of it before: the entire Void Cataclysm was like a complete antivirus process. The Void itself was the one executing the program, and the Void Creatures, in another sense, were equivalent to the Void's administrators. Worlds connected to this group of administrators were actually equivalent to having a legal identity in the registry. Whether they were programs installed directly by the administrators or shortcuts installed by the programs themselves, they could all be seen as normal information. However, the Fallen Apostles' own world had not been confirmed and authorized by the administrators, and could be seen as data that was secretly tampered with by backdoor software. No matter how unreasonable this argument was, as long as Shallow Shallow's conjecture was correct, then to the Void, any world that was not authorized by the Void Creatures was illegal.
Hence, when the Cataclysm occurred, everything that could not be found in the registry was deleted.
The Godfather had already discovered minute traces in every world. Those things were information fragments without any meaning. The information fragments of all worlds were the same, and their structure did not conform to the flow of the world's evolution. In other words, they were not natural products. Could these things be labels that represented "authorization"?
"It's possible, it's very possible." Godfather nodded his head. "Other than the Void Creatures' innate information perturbation, I really can't think of anything else that could cause a world to be labeled with such a baffling label. If that's the case, the Fallen Apostles' territory definitely doesn't have such a label — but we still can't confirm it. Once Void Creatures like you and I really confirm the coordinates of a certain world, that world will definitely be labeled. This is really a troublesome situation that we can't avoid."
What I was thinking was that if the Void Creatures were really equivalent to an administrator in charge of "authorizing" everything in the world, then the three of us were really weak. As long as they saw something, even if they didn't see it themselves, but their subordinates saw it, they had to give them unconditional authorization so that they could survive the Cataclysm. What was this? They didn't even have the slightest bit of control! If only I knew how this authorization process was created. I would immediately label all the Fallen Apostles as Trojan Horses and wait for the virus to be destroyed. That would save me a lot of trouble …
"Right now, let's assume that the Fallen Apostles knew about the Void Cataclysm. Then, how did they know that after the Cataclysm, everything that wasn't 'authorized' by the Void Creatures would be destroyed?" I still had some doubts. "Now that I think about it, they paid such a huge price to create a Void Creature. For this, they were even used by that naughty brat Xiaoxue. It can't be just for the sake of devoting themselves to science, right? I feel that the purpose of creating the Void Creatures was to give their own world authorization — it's equivalent to forging an administrator's account. "
"I've also noticed this matter. The Fallen Apostles, as the remnants of the old Empire after its collapse, shouldn't have been in possession of too much information. The Void Cataclysm was something that the crazy lass Huron and I deduced ourselves. Other people wouldn't even know about it. Without the senses of the Void Creatures, even the Protoss wouldn't be able to detect any abnormalities. If we want to assume that the Fallen Apostles have obtained information about the Void Cataclysm, the first thing we have to do is to solve the problem of the source of their information. Where did they find out about it?"
"What if they don't know about it?" Icetis yawned. As the space around us had already mutated into an open space, she decided to swim freely beside me. "It's all just a guess. Maybe they created the Void Creatures just to deal with you. It's just that you and Father both know about the Void Cataclysm, so you couldn't help but think in that direction."
What Icetis said wasn't without reason. Father and I looked at each other and nodded. If that was the case, then it would be even better. At the very least, it proved that the Fallen Apostles didn't have any information sources that were beyond our imagination. However, when it came to matters involving those fellows, it was better to be prepared for the worst. I had a feeling that things wouldn't develop smoothly. Perhaps the Fallen Apostles knew more than Father and I combined?
This wasn't impossible.
At this moment, Sandora's voice suddenly sounded in our spiritual connection. "Ah Jun, where have you been?"
"About 20 billion light-years away from Earth. What's wrong?"
"We discovered a few very interesting … Little fellow, mass produced mainframes. You'll know once you come over and take a look."
"What's wrong?" Father asked curiously when he saw the change in my expression.
"Sandora called me. I think something happened at home."
Father waved his hand at me. "I still have to go to the material boundary to take a look. If you don't mind me walking around."
I nodded and brought Shallow Shallow and Icetis, who had already begun to doggy paddle through the space, back home.
I thought that I would have to make a trip to the City of Shadows, but I didn't expect that she had already brought people over. There were six or seven mass produced Schilling Mainframes. They were all little girls who looked exactly the same. They were wearing simple white dresses and they sat neatly on the sofa. Their facial features, expressions, and postures were exactly the same. They sat there motionlessly, as though they were paper dolls that had been cut out from a pair of scissors.
"Mass produced Bubble. It doesn't have any advanced thought processes. It is similar to a logical device. It has extremely strong logical calculation ability and can coordinate and process any data." This series of definitions flashed through my mind. Then, I noticed that the little girl sitting on the far left of the row of Mass produced Bubble Bubble seemed a little different. Her eyes were very lively, and there were bits of dessert on her lips. There was also a small patch of dust on the hem of her dress. I don't know where she got it from. "
I extended my hand toward this special Mass produced Bubble. As expected, the little girl immediately chirped happily and pounced on me. She hugged my neck like an octopus and rubbed her little head against my chest. This was Little Bubble. She was keeping her repertoire. She would mingle with her little sisters and then get someone to find her. The little brat was never tired of it. Recently, after learning how to play games with her mother, she gained a new interest. That was to pull one of her little sisters to take a photo with her. Then, she would rub the photo together for her family to play 'Everyone Come Find Trouble'. To be fair, this game wasn't difficult at all. It was hard to keep a lively little brat like Little Bubble quiet for more than five minutes. She would get dirty like a naughty brat (naughty brat, see naughty brat again) from running around and playing. When Little Bubble stood next to the Mass produced Bubble, it would be hard not to tell them apart!
"What's wrong with these little brats?"
I glanced at Sandora, who was studying the MDT on the opposite side of the sofa. Then, I bent down and patted the head of one of the Mass produced Bubble. These little brats didn't have any independent consciousness, but I always felt that they were Little Bubble's little sisters. So, we were very close. Whenever we met, I would greet them, pat their heads, or give them sweets. They loved sweets.
"The six Mass produced hosts in front of you did something amazing a while ago." Sandora lifted her head. "Do you still remember the last time we went to Sylvia's Dessert House? Belavilla mentioned that a group of Mass produced Bubbles suddenly came and asked for a lot of exquisite pastries?"
I blinked. That was a few days ago. But now that Sandora reminded me, I really remembered it. It was mainly because Belavilla told me a lot of things that left a deep impression on me. That day, Sylvia was too busy with the Mass produced Bubbles, so she asked Belavilla's personality to help out.
"Under normal circumstances, Mass produced hosts, even those strange hosts that suddenly became interested in sweets and cakes, wouldn't have too obvious subjective inclinations. In other words, even if they developed a personal inclination in their daily lives, it would still be mechanical. For their personal preferences, a simple piece of white cake would suffice. That day, six Mass produced hosts suddenly ordered a huge cream cake and a bunch of exquisite pastries. This incident caught the attention of the Bubbles."
As Sandora spoke, she lifted her chin and pointed to the opposite side of the living room. Only then did I realize that there were a dozen Bubbles piled up there. A group of little girls with blank expressions were standing in line and responding to the commands. In front of them was the mother of all the Mass produced hosts: Child's Mother V2.0.
Bubble stood on the chair and commanded the dozen Mass produced hosts to turn around, report the numbers, and conduct random questions and answers. She was extremely busy. The living room was originally very big, but in the end, there were more than twenty little babies crammed into it. I instantly felt that my house had been occupied by Bubble …
"These few here are all the same," Bubble completed her instructions to her daughters and asked them to sit down and rest. Then, she ran over. She hopped and hugged my waist to express her child's mother's welcome for her child's father's return home. Then, she said to Sandora, "Pure logical thinking. They only have the priority to obey orders. Their thinking process is exactly the same as when they were born. Most importantly, they don't have any self-orientation. They can get the same answer to any random question and answer test. There is definitely something wrong with the six of them. "
I was confused by Bubble and Sandora's serious expressions. Then, I felt someone staring at me from the side. When I lowered my head, it turned out that the row of six little girls on the sofa were looking at me in unison. Although their emotionless faces didn't move, there was a hint of intimacy in their eyes. Alright, this was the normal reaction of the Shiring Apostles.
"I asked the children later," Bubble stood in front of the six little girls who looked exactly like her. Even though they were the same little lolis, she spoke in a mother's tone, "These children were holding a celebration that day."
I was stunned. Sandora added, "To celebrate the birthday of one of the Mass produced Schilling Machines."
"This isn't the behavior that a mass-produced Schilling Machine should have," Bubble reached out and pinched the nose of the copy closest to her, as if she was teasing it. "If they are interested in sweets, it can be attributed to the logic module's enhanced response to certain stimuli. Stress can also explain simple personal hobbies. But when this behavior is so complicated that a few people discussed about holding a birthday party, and they even pooled money to buy a bunch of exquisite pastries and ribbon toys, it can't be explained with logical thinking. I think they have developed emotional thinking, and the degree of complexity is very high. Coupled with their huge database, this kind of emotional thinking may even behave like a slightly normal person. But in theory, this is impossible. There is no room for evolution in the design of the mass-produced machines. They need to evolve. Schilling Machines have a humanoid appearance, but we are classified as building units or mechanical equipment. For a mechanical equipment that has its required function determined at birth, evolution is not necessary. This is why there are only a few Mother Machines in Schilling Machines, and the rest are just copies. But these few in front of us … "
"Although they are still quite far from the level of 'Mother Machines', at least they have taken a crucial step. They have begun to develop creative and emotional tendencies." Sandora handed over the MDT, which she had been fiddling with for a long time. "This is what I have sorted out. These six mass-produced machines have run about sixty times in the past year. Since a year ago, their self-inspection speed has slightly exceeded that of other ordinary machines, and the reports have repeatedly mentioned that they have taken actions outside of their assigned tasks. The frequency of such actions has increased over time. After that, they have been checked and found to have no malfunctions. Now, these six Schilling Machines are obviously stronger than the copies. They can modify their own knowledge base and create some optimization plug-ins that no one has ever thought of. Although the improvement in the overall workflow may be less than one percent. The two Schilling Machines that have changed the most are numbered XL28 and XL34. They have reset the coordination components of their builders, and may be trying to start two operating lines at the same time. For mass-produced Schilling Machines, this is challenging the limits of their design, but the fact that they came up with this idea is already challenging common sense. Of course, what is even more challenging common sense is that they actually held a birthday party for themselves. Although the party is as simple as a child's house, they are obviously very happy … "
I was deeply shocked. I squatted beside the sofa and looked from left to right. The six mass-produced Bubble Machines were staring right back at me. From their appearance, they seemed to be more intelligent than the normal Schilling Machines, but their expressions were still as blank as ever. After observing for a long time, I finally saw something in the eyes of the girl closest to me: She seemed to be a little uneasy.
"What's wrong? Worried that you will be dissected for research?" I was suddenly possessed by Shallow Shallow. My brain twitched and I asked without thinking. The girl opposite me pouted. "Tawil is very scary. She will definitely stuff me into a coffin, and then cremate me every day. Ah, scan me."
I asked, "Why does this child speak in such a manner?"
"This is No.34. A while ago, when she was researching a dual-process simulation script, she burned her own language module." Bubble pinched the neck of the mass-produced Host with a subtle expression. The latter instantly let out a weird 'Ji — Ji —' sound before she stopped talking altogether. "Look, the new module is still incompatible for some unknown reason. It's missing a driver. This bunch of girls are messing around with themselves. After screwing over their father, they are screwing over their mother. I still have to reprogram her driver!"
What I wanted to say was, if these six Host Hosts were really going to evolve, it would be worth it even if you had to program each of them a new operating system!
Without a doubt, this Host No.34 had definitely evolved … No, she had already evolved into a Host Host Beast. The content that she had spoken earlier was definitely not something that a logical machine would be able to say. At this moment, the other Host No.28 also had an obvious reaction. She glanced at me carefully and asked softly, "Your Majesty, we won't be sent to the research center, right? Chief Tawil is really scary … "
"I will be personally responsible for your situation. I don't trust those mad scientists to touch my own daughter." Bubble waved her small arms heroically. If she wasn't 1.1m tall, this action would have been even more reliable. Then, the six Host Hosts visibly heaved a sigh of relief and returned to their stupefied state.
"See? They have evolved, but they definitely haven't finished evolving. Most of the time, they are still as silly as a rock." Bubble poked the face of the Host Host Host. "There are a few others who have also evolved, but they aren't as obvious as these six, so I didn't bring them over. Think about it, Schilling Host Host is such a precious unit. Even during the Old Empire Era, a Host Host was enough to support half of the information hub in Heaven. Because we are able to self-replicate without limit and evolve, we can even complete scientific research under extreme circumstances. A Host Host can even be used as a hub to connect tens of thousands of Host Hosts into a super network. With a Host Host and enough time, it is equivalent to having the entire Empire. Aiyaya, I am so awesome. Wait a moment, I will give you an autograph … "
Bubble was almost floating by the end of her speech. Her ability to be high was really impressive. I had never seen anyone who could take out a mirror and say "You are so awesome" while talking. Today, I have finally seen one.
Icetis, who had been listening on the side for a long time without interrupting because she didn't understand, finally had the chance to speak. She pointed at Bubble and said righteously, "It is wrong of you to be so shameless. Come, let me teach you …"
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