MTL - The Haunted-Chapter 137 Distracted

There is no concept of time in eternity, but it is possible to do "false time". He used a computer to use the time unit of his original world as a scale, and used a computer to "time". The time displayed by the computer is fake, and there is no real passing, but it can be used to measure the psychological delay. how long. It is a timer in the house.

The first decade was actually quite pleasant and laid back.

No need to make it, you can taste a variety of foods after a long time; he is in his own house, warm and comfortable, leisurely watching the books, movies, games he wants to watch. He can't communicate with other creatures in any way, but he can browse and get the results of their civilization. Roughly, a large-scale single-player game will take three to five days to complete. After reading a book and a movie series, one day, "time" is not difficult.

Not to mention that he has other recreational activities, such as going out to sea.

At that time, I was very hesitant and asked the voice with uneasiness: "Can I have more places?" In fact, his activity area is already very large, there are mountains, lakes, and forests - the creatures are not It is allowed to exist, but fortunately, some worlds have developed imaginary forests with real forest effects close to 100%. It is only necessary to present such imaginary forests and trees in their own areas.

The voice was not angry or dissatisfied with his greed, still calmly asking: "What do you want to do?"

"I want to have a sea."

His voice just fell, and it was seen from the window in the house, and the place where the line of sight was convenient appeared in a blue sky - his area expanded. The voice did not speak any more, but only fulfilled his request silently.

Thank you for a moment.

After that, he soon owned a yacht and a cruise ship for him to go out to sea for leisure. There are no creatures in the sea, but just look at the sea, and it is enough to let the sea breeze blow the air. He also arranged imaginary marine ecosystems composed of imaginary fishes and corals in the shallow waters near the land, occasionally diving in the sea.

Except for no social activities, everything looks perfect.

He placed two state-of-the-art artificial intelligence robots in the house that could assist in the management of everything in the house, but still could not replace the real, conscious "people." They are unable to meet the social and emotional needs of being late.

With the passage of the "time" on the timer, I feel more and more lonely, no matter what can not fill this emptiness.

He asked the voice: "Is there only you all the time? Only one of you?"

"Yes." The voice answered calmly as if it were normal but not important.

"You don't think... lonely?"

"What is loneliness?" The voice asked him.

"It's a person, very lonely, very lonely."

"No," the voice said. "I don't know what this feeling is. I don't feel this way."

As eternal existence, He exists here forever, does not know loneliness, and does not know how to be lonely. Time cannot describe His existence, nor can it constrain His existence. He has always been like this in the endlessness before the appearance of the lateness.

I don't know how to answer later. He just suddenly had the urge to embrace each other. Although as a lonely and small man, wishful thinking to the heartless and supreme eternal, it sounds ridiculous - as if the bacteria do not know, but the heart of the tree is lonely.

But in such a day-to-day life he began to clearly understand one thing - he was eager to communicate with that voice, and this desire grew with each passing day.

He couldn't describe that feeling, but he knew exactly that this desire didn't just come from loneliness.

That day, I picked up the book late, looked up at the void, and suddenly there was a thought in my heart, and this thought was so strong that it was so strong that it could be put into action immediately. He called the voice and used his strange voice to his landlord, his only neighbor, and his companion: "I haven't asked you yet, what is your name? Can I call you your name in the future?" After the fear of panic, he began to eager to learn more about that voice.

The other party seemed to pause and then told him: "I don't have a name."

This answer is both unexpected and unexpected. If He has always existed alone, then he only needs self-awareness and does not need a "name."

"Can I give you a name?" I asked the other person cautiously.

"Yes." Perhaps it was the illusion of being late, and he felt that the voice was much lighter when it was answered.

Hearing this answer, he couldn't help but reveal a smile: "Are you called Ye Yingzhi? Is it good? My name is Ye Wei, you are Ye Yingzhi. The night is late." His own name is from the last sentence. of. It was a very proud sentence in the poem written by his grandfather when he was young. Just as his own name was late, he took another word from him as the name of his grandson.

In fact, he could not appreciate his grandfather's "poetry", but his own name was from Sinochem, so he wanted to connect the name of the voice with himself. It is completely secret and selfish.

"I am late... Ye Yingzhi..." The voice murmured twice, "Oh. Your name is Chi Yu, my name is Ye Yingzhi."

His voice is still dull, but he is the only eternal consciousness in this eternal, and his official words will become the entire eternal rule.

I don’t know if I’m talking about it. As the world goes to the world, he will call it later, and the other party is Ye Yingzhi. At that time, he just sat on the simulated grass in front of the house and smiled unconsciously. He was fascinated by the gods. He always remembered to tell his own name.

*****

The time on the timer has passed a hundred years. If he is still in his own world, his life in this life should come to an end.

The variety of knowledge and creation in a world similar or similar to his original world could no longer satisfy his needs, and he began to explore the wisdom and civilization of other richer and more diverse worlds.

Religion, science, philosophy... He has seen countless flaming giants, and countless creatures have inherited various systems in various ways. They rely on their persistence and wisdom to explore the essence and truth of the world. The lateness is often shocked by the firm dedication shown by such a history of civilization development. Every soul is so small in the world they live in, even if the seemingly mysterious and magnificent world is insignificant in the face of eternity. However, the small, self-conscious and intelligent creatures have created innumerable and unspeakable great remnants in their own limited existence.

Each world may differentiate into many different worlds at different moments, so that even if the native world is destroyed, those creations can survive in the branch world; and the branch world is relative to its own sub-world. It is also a native world. In this way, the civilization created in the world river is difficult to completely disappear and destroy. All living beings, as long as they have contributed to the development of world civilization, no matter how big or small, even if the individual of the living beings disappears, its imprint will always be Will not be obliterated.

When I talked with that voice late, I watched the civilization creation of each world, and I didn’t realize that the eternal long is endless. Unconsciously, the time on the timer has passed thousands of years, if it is the tenth cycle in the world.

Until one day, the lateness called the voice as usual: "Ye Yingzhi, Ye Yingzhi-", but the other party did not respond to him as before. Late at the beginning did not pay attention to it, because before Ye Yingzhi did not immediately respond to him. He didn't know the limits and end of the field, and he didn't know where the other person was and what he was doing.

However, after a day, two days, three days... one year, two years, ten years... the voice never responded.

Late, I began to panic, and I was puzzled and uneasily wondering where the other party had gone and what happened. Everything is as usual in his area, and the area that does not belong to him is still dark. He was stranded in the dark for a long time, calling for the other's name while walking, and finally fell to the ground at the end, and the corner of his eyes unconsciously pulled out the tears, but found nothing. He suddenly returned to his area, he can't do anything here, except waiting, nothing can be done.

When such a time of no response is extended to one hundred years, five hundred years, one thousand years... fear will begin to become prayers and expectations, and hope will gradually become a miss, and thoughts will appear too long and sad and hopeless.

After another thousand years of creeping from the timer, the voice finally reacted: "I seem to hear you calling me?"

He didn’t know what to say. In fact, he couldn’t speak at the moment, as if he had lost the ability of language. Fortunately, in the eternal, these abilities would not really degenerate.

He closed his eyes and slowly opened it for a long time: "Where are you going? Why ignore me?" The voice is calm, and the strong feelings that have been raging have been slowly smoothed out in the long wait. He appeared again, and that's fine.

This time Ye Yingzhi paused for a long time and told him softly: "I'm sorry, I am distracted."

In fact, this is only a small distraction for him. Before the late appearance, he always travels more frequently and more "long time". Sometimes, after returning to God, the world in front of the world does not know how to change. A few batches - how many worlds have been destroyed when he was distracted, and how many worlds were born from the source.

But it seems that he is very concerned about his distraction.

Then I promise not to go away in the future. He thought so in his heart, but did not say it.

He said that he said: "Sorry, as compensation, I can fulfill your wish."

He didn't know why he said this. In fact, every wish after the arrival of the late arrival was given to him. Even now, no matter what he asks for him, he will try his best to achieve it. But he can vaguely feel that this commitment has a special meaning for human beings.

Sure enough, humans licking pure black eyes, left hand imaginary fists, some hesitant, and some uneasy look to the void, put forward a desire that sounds different from usual: "You can become a person, accompany me A moment?"

"...Sorry, I can't do it." Ye Yingzhi said.

"I am not adult. Man is a kind of neutralized creature, and I am evil. Even if I enter the world river and join the concrete world, I can't really become a human being. I can only die or become a villain." , or born to be evil spirits."

"As long as it appears in the form of human beings." He looked at the void and prayed, "Can't you? Become a human being, stay with me. Just a moment."

Just a little while. five minutes.

He pointed his own invisible friend to the timer on the table: "Look, the number here, from zero to five, is fine."

Ye Yingzhi has no concept of time. He does not understand the meaning of this request. He couldn't imagine himself having an entity like a human being.

But he looked at each other's black eyes and still answered: "Okay."

What finally appeared in the face of lateness was only a shadow with a human outline, translucent, and even the five senses could not be seen clearly. Like the voice, just standing calmly in front of me. No expression, no action, no mood swings.

I am already satisfied with the lateness.

He looked at the illusion that appeared out of thin air, slightly raised his mouth and half his eyes.

He looked at each other and walked up with open arms. He gently, tempted to smack the other's neck, raised his head, closed his eyes, and printed a gentle kiss like a breeze in the position of the other's lips.

Ye Yingzhi did not react, still just standing there quietly.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and took a step back and looked at Ye Yingzhi: "Do you feel anything?"

"I don't know." Ye Yingzhi, his illusion disappeared in a flash, and his tone was calm. "What should I feel?"

Late, bowed his head, smiled, and looked up again at the direction where the shadow disappeared, saying nothing.

When I was young, I saw Tagore’s birds and fish, and I felt that it was a hopeless feeling. I never imagined that one day, he would be in eternity and fall in love with eternity.