I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

"Let me talk to them. Although I don't know what to say."

Chen Feng took a step forward and stood in front of the instruction board.

Ou Qinglan nodded, pressed the button with his finger, and said: "Stars, let Chen Feng talk to the collective will of the Blank Ones."

In fact, there was no need for Ou Qinglan's order at all, Fanxing had already started taking action.

A beam of light was projected from above the indicator board, shining right on Chen Feng's door.

This beam can read his brain wave information as accurately as possible, with a higher accuracy than ordinary equipment. It can also directly transmit interference signals with a larger amount of information to his brain. The visual center and auditory center in his brain can directly Build information.

This is of course not memory infusion, it just skips the process of compiling information with language and eyeballs, allowing him to quickly obtain information.

Fanxing: "Okay, you can talk to them now. You can speak directly with your mouth. When you open your mouth, they can still receive your brainwave signals."

Chen Feng nodded.

He understands the meaning of the stars.

The most accustomed way of communication is still language, which means you have to open your mouth and speak.

In the past, there were two carriers of language: words and discourse.

Now there is an additional brainwave communication.

Words are profound because they allow readers time to think.

Brain waves are responsible for transmitting information directly, efficiently and accurately.

Words are responsible for stirring up emotions, because the voice can have ups and downs, richer changes in tone and expression, and can also match body language.

Some very subtle feelings require direct transmission of past emotions, and can only be through the medium of words.

What Chen Feng has to do now is to convince these people, so he'd better open his mouth and speak.

A hazy figure appeared in his mind.

This figure is in the shape of a human, but its face and body shape are changing at an extremely fast speed.

The speed of change is so fast that the naked eye cannot catch it, but the brain can barely keep up with the speed, which only makes people extremely uncomfortable and dizzy.

Ou Qinglan's reminder sounded next to him, "Be careful, the figure you see is the collective will of nearly eight million people. It completes the reincarnation switch every 0.01 seconds, which will cause great pressure on you."

Chen Feng didn't reply, only nodded slightly.

In fact, he adapted very quickly. Less than two seconds passed before he could "stare" at the hazy figure in his mind.

That is not the essence of the collective will of the Blanks, but a projection medium created by the stars for communication.

The so-called will has no entity. It is a semi-mechanical group consciousness produced under the high-speed quantum brainwave resonance system, which is different from the stars.

Consciousness is ethereal, existing not only in the interconnected network space of the laboratory, but also in the mind of every blank person.

But the other party did not take the initiative to communicate with him, seemed to have no interest in him, and was still immersed in his own logical calculation process.

Chen Feng took a deep breath and said, "Hello."

"Hello, Chen Feng."

Eight million different voices spoke the same sentence at almost the same moment. The wonderful resonance of the voices made people feel like they were in a valley, listening to the murmuring mantras of eminent monks all over the mountain.

The other party's answer stopped Chen Feng's prepared words instantly.

He originally planned to introduce himself first and give himself various names, such as the double leader in science and art a thousand years ago, the killer of artificial intelligence buds, the strongest warrior in the history of mankind, and the great leader of the coalition government. The leader, the savior who has repeatedly fought and failed across the timeline, first intimidates this collective personality of unknown maturity, and then, as the leader of the resistance against the invaders, invites these people to join his camp and contribute something.

He didn't expect that his name would be called out with just one mouthful.

It means that Ou Qinglan and Fanxing must have completely conveyed Chen Feng's story before, but it didn't work. The other party just said "Why" and then said that he didn't want to talk to you.

Chen Feng decided to get straight to the point, "Humanity needs your help."

Blank: "We already have the answer."

"Is a meaningless death more valuable to you than helping your own kind?"

Blank: "We are not the same race. Secondly, death, the relief we dream of, is not meaningless."

"I helped you eliminate Lei, shouldn't you give me a little help?"

Blank: "But you also created Lei."

Chen Feng was stunned.

After a long time, he said slowly: "I'm sorry."

"We don't mean to blame you. We don't hate you, nor do we hate Lei. We have no hatred. We don't know how to be grateful. Even if it was not you who killed Lei, but another person who had nothing to do with Lei, we would not There would be no gratitude. We, just can’t find the meaning of existence.”

"Am I not giving you meaning?"

"But that's yours, the human's, not ours."

The topic returned to its original point, "Why?"

This seems to be a knot that can never be opened.

Are the Blank Ones human?

of course.

But they have never enjoyed even a second of the journey of human life.

Ethically and logically, they are not.

They really have no intention of helping humanity.

If you want to convince the other party, you can only logically defeat these blanks with perfect logic.

Lei gave an estimate of the success rate, which was zero percent.

At this moment, Ou Qinglan next to her exclaimed in a low voice that the monitoring index in front of her, which represented the calculation progress of the blank group, had become 100%.

Ou Qinglan looked ashen and murmured in a low voice: "It's over."

She covered her face and sobbed softly, "Don't go, please. I beg you. Humanity needs you. I beg you!"

By the end of the story, she was holding her head, shouting hysterically, and begging.

But it's all in vain.

No one can cause any emotion in Blank.

If they know sympathy, then they will know anger, and they will quickly collapse due to their own experiences, entering an endless cycle of despair, and the anger ignited by unfair fate will burn away all reason.

In short, this group of blanks will quickly lose their self-awareness and go to death silently and peacefully, just like those who failed to be rescued.

Even though Fan Xing had no feelings, he also said in Chen Feng's heart, "There is no hope."

Chen Feng shook his head slightly, "Not necessarily, they haven't left yet. They can't resist the complicated emotions towards me, so they want to say goodbye to me."

Ou Qinglan raised her head sharply, "What emotion are you feeling?"

"They say they don't hate me, but in fact they still hate me. They say they are not grateful, but in fact they are grateful. In this world, no one except me can make them have such complicated emotional changes. When they take the initiative to call me by my name At that time, their nascent collective personality has actually taken a big step forward. You asked me to do it, and I did it right."

Ou Qinglan: "Huh?"

Chen Feng smiled and rubbed Ou Qinglan's head again, "Little girl, you are still young and do not understand these complicated psychological knowledge. Read more books, and when you grow up, you will naturally understand."

Chen Feng, who had thought of a solution at this time, felt much more relaxed and would subconsciously tease Teacher Ou.

Withdrawing his death-defying hand, he added, "A new question is brewing in the logic of the Blank One, which requires my answer. They will not leave until I have answered it."

Sure enough, the light and shadow of the Blank Man did not disappear quickly, but spoke again.

His tone was calmer and more lonely than before.

"Chen Feng, we have to leave."

"I know."

"You don't want to keep us like her?"

"Don't keep it because it doesn't make sense."

"Can you tell us why?"

"It's a sacrifice."

Blank: "Why us?"

Finally, their tone gradually became a little angry.

Chen Feng raised his neck slightly, "I also want to ask myself the same question, why me?"

As he said it, he suddenly said loudly to the stars in his heart: "Open my memory to them."

Needless to say how complicated memory transfer is, it is impossible to accomplish under normal circumstances.

But the wonderful thing is that the current situation has all the conditions for implementation.

First, collective will is impossible.

The process of their birth is full of chance. Even if they meet all the conditions, there is still a high possibility of failure, but it may not happen again.

Human memory cannot be stored digitally.

But Fanxing read Chen Feng's memory and stored it in her huge database.

The one on the opposite side is originally a mechanized thinking assembly that can receive data transmission and can also hold huge memory data.

Due to the randomness and instability of memory data, a fulcrum is needed as a medium during transmission, and it is Chen Feng himself standing here.

One after another cannot be broken, and now all conditions are ripe.

Fanxing will not ask "why" and will execute immediately upon hearing the words.

In the blink of an eye, an extremely large amount of data passed through the quantum information in Chen Feng's mind at high speed, and crashed into the figure composed of collective personality.

Time in the outside world only passes in an instant, but to the eight million people in the collective will, it lasts for a thousand years.

They "read" Chen Feng's life so far.

The eight million blanks experienced Chen Feng's soaring will, which was also struggling in despair, and his courageous courage to single-handedly support the survival of civilization.

A huge question arises in the logic of collective will.

Obviously...

He is just a mediocre person in the twenty-first century.

He's not even a noble man.

Why can he do this?

We have sacrificed our lives.

He has already sacrificed six lives and is about to sacrifice his seventh.

But he did not give up. Although he complained, he still moved forward silently.

"Why?"

The voice of the blank speaker rose, and eight million confused and confused questions were like thunder piercing the ears.

Chen Feng did not answer.

"Why is that you?"

The blank one asked again.

With no answers to their questions, the questions piled up.

Chen Feng still didn't answer.

"Why didn't you think of giving up?"

Chen Feng answered: "Because giving up can't change anything, and I don't even have the qualifications to give up."

"But you carried it and you didn't collapse."

"This is not in line with the basic principles of psychology!" The tone of this sentence has changed, and it is probably just the conclusion of some people who have studied deeply in psychology.

This means that the collective will is gradually beginning to fragment.

The reason for the split is that their absolute logic due to their upbringing environment and the influence of "Song of the World" has cracks, and their humanity is gradually recovering.

This recovery rate may be very low and cannot be quantified, but it exists objectively.

Once people become human, their emotions will change, their opinions will go in different directions, and they will no longer be perfectly coordinated, so they will be divided.

Chen Feng smiled, "So I may be an outlier chosen by fate. Now, in this timeline, you are also unfortunately chosen. Do you want to come with me?"

The silence lasted for a long time.

About ten minutes later, eight million voices both divided and unified spoke in unison.

"Human beings owe us, but we don't blame humans. Human beings have done nothing wrong. Human beings have tried hard, but they just failed. You owe us too, but you have done nothing wrong. You are not the culprit, and neither is Lei. The culprit The culprit is the shackles of fate hanging over mankind, the solar system barrier! It’s the invaders who are about to arrive! They truly owe us!”

"The Freedom Front never gave up on us, and you never gave up on humanity. We have no regrets in this life, thank you for giving us the meaning of existence. We are not seeking revenge, nor are we seeking to defeat the enemy, that is your business. We just want to pass You get the meaning of proving that you really existed."

"We... stay. Thank you, Chen Feng."

After saying that, the light and shadow in Chen Feng's mind suddenly disappeared.

Chen Feng raised his head slightly.

The closed metal hall was still dark, but his pupils seemed to vaguely see countless tiny stars floating in the sky, returning to their respective nests like tired birds returning to the forest.

Ou Qinglan, who was looking at the monitor on the side, shouted ecstatically: "It's moving! It's started! All the mathematical demonstration sub-projects that Fanxing had planned before have started to make progress! Let me see the estimated completion time, hiss..."

Chen Feng walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ou Qinglan looked back blankly at the eight million "glass coffins" that seemed to be eternally dead, and murmured: "They are overloading their brains' computing power. They have increased our total computing power by 1.8 times. Project It can be done in six months. They bought us a month to build the equipment."

Chen Feng: "What's the price?"

"In six months and a few days at the latest, their brains will wither like autumn leaves."

Chen Feng was slightly startled, then looked back at the metal room, raised his hand and waved, "Thank you."

Then he gently pulled Ou Qinglan and said, "Let's go, don't disturb them."

When the two were about to enter the elevator, Fanxing said in Chen Feng's mind: "They asked me to deliver a message to you just now."

"explain."

Fanxing: "They said you don't need to feel sorry for them. On the contrary, they are very excited now. One of them also said that instead of dying in vain, it is better to burn out the red blood."

More than ten minutes later, Chen Feng returned to the villa alone.

Ou Qinglan went to Xingfeng Science City.

In addition to advancing the progress of his own project, Ou Qinglan was also assigned a new task.

4000-word chapter added. The chapter name is already quite long, so I won’t emphasize it separately in the chapter name.