Upon returning to the sea of consciousness, Chu Zu heaved a sigh of relief.
“I was still worried. Don’t tell they’d really have and Lin Qiuyi beco space pirates.”
He curled up on the sofa.
The system flapped its little wings and flew into Chu Zu’s arms, nudging him.
System: “You don’t seem to like Lin Qiuyi?”
“I do like her.”
Chu Zu said, “It’s just that I have to use my tail to swat mosquitoes for her every night, and I have to bring her back when she sleepwalks.”
“Lin Qiuyi is indeed too free. Before the Star Alliance arrived, she actually dragged on a half-Earth trek. What kind of interstellar wild child is this?”
Little Yellow Chicken: “Humans in the interstellar era are quite fierce. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to live so well among a group of high-risk species.”
Chu Zu grunted in agreent and moved back a bit, half-lying down.
The little yellow chicken really wanted to say that you seed quite happy when you were running wild with her as a savage duo.
Then it looked at the host, who was now leaning against the sofa, too lazy to move.
The system was silent for a long ti, gradually accepting the fact that its host seed to be a person who really didn’t like to move.
“I’ve applied for the settlent. The results should be out soon.”
The system secretly tapped on the small panel and suddenly changed the subject, “Host, Teacher AA ntioned you at the university symposium.”
Chu Zu closed his eyes: “You can speak.”
Seeing that the host was planning to close his eyes and rest, the system didn’t move the panel and just turned up the volu of the video.
The author, who went by the pseudonym AA in the chat group, had a shyer voice than his writing.
He spoke haltingly, thinking for a long ti about half a sentence.
“When I first started writing, my mind was full of technology will shrink the scale of humans. Comparing human civilization to the universe, the small will beco even smaller.”
“I wanted to write about smallness. At that ti, I looked down on space opera and agreed with what they said online. Cosmic stories with humans as the the are either about lining up to be executed in space, or the resurgence of a feudal dynasty. No nas ntioned, absolutely no nas ntioned…”
“Seeing all the classmates laughing alright, I’m talking about Legend of the Galactic Heroes and Dune.”
“When I started writing, I realized my arrogance.”
“It’s very difficult for humans to imagine a pattern beyond their own cognition. That’s why scholars are great. They are always committed to breaking the boundaries of imagination, verifying, and then sharing. Our boundaries are being broadened by such a group of people.I can’t do this, and not every author can beco an Asimov.”
“I went back to read the works of the masters, whether it was Legend of the Galactic Heroes or Dune. I also went to watch UC Gundam, and I was even recomnded by a friend to play Warhamr 40k.”
“In my biased perception, these kinds of works are all about constructing the ‘possibilities’ of humanity in the imagination. When I don’t have enough knowledge to support the technical details and thought experints, it seems that I can only write about the possibilities of humanity.”
“And compared to the generally recognized ‘hard sci-fi,’ I think the commonality of these works may be: a specific era, a specific background, and people with specific personalities.”
“I figured, isn’t it just about people? That’s easy. Then I wrote the first draft of Stellar Doomsday. Don’t ask, the first draft was terrible. I won’t make it public.”
“I don’t know if my classmates know, there’s an exoplanet popular science book called Fifty Billion Years of Solitude. I still rember the last sentence on the last page.”
“A lonely, small, dot-like figure was bent over under the red sky, casting a long shadow under the sun that was grazing the horizon.”
“The last sentence was: in the distance, the wasteland of the Badlands stretched endlessly.”
“At that ti, I thought of many people. On impulse, I asked the editor, if I use this na, will it be an infringent? The editor said no.”
“Later, at the suggestion of a friend, I revised it repeatedly for a long ti. In the end, it was revised to the current Fifty Billion Years of Solitude. Unfortunately, I couldn’t finish it well.”
“A classmate just ntioned the revision teacher. You can treat this novel as a Cthulhu Mythos or The Silmarillion of another genre, where the content that the author failed to finish or sort out is handled by soone else.”
“In fact, the editor will also revise the article during publication. An advisor revising a thesis? Hmm, it seems that can be considered so.”
“I don’t know that teacher. I haven’t communicated with him directly. But I think he knows what I’m writing, and that’s enough for .”
“The revision teacher knows better than I do to what extent it can be written. It’s impossible to escape the human perspective, but the alienation of humans is far beyond our inherent imagination. Azul is like this, and so is Lu Anji.”
“If you want to ask what kind of person the revision teacher is, perhaps he is also a lonely person.”
The author said at the end of the symposium.
“Loneliness is the norm of life, whether it’s for five years, fifty years, or fifty billion years. The Earth doesn’t care, the solar system doesn’t care, and the universe doesn’t care. The only ones who care are always humans themselves.”
After listening for a long ti, the system judged that the author had not said anything bad about the host.
Just as it was about to turn around and speak to the host Chu Zu had already fallen asleep.
Although Azul had been in hibernation for a long ti, Chu Zu had been “awake.”
The Mother Bug’s voice had been ringing in his mind for a long, long ti.
If you listened carefully, you would find that there were actually differences in those sounds after a period of ti.
The Mother Bug had also been replaced.
She didn’t rush anything, as if she was just reminding :
I am always with you sowhere.
The system had asked the host if he wanted to block the sound, but the host had said no.
He had also asked a strange question:
“Can an individual with the sa mory and the sa subjective perspective be judged as the sa individual?”
The system thought he was asking about the replacent of the Mother Bug and explained:
“The collective consciousness of the Zerg has always existed. You can understand it as a biological database. The Mother Bug will delete the unnecessary parts and supplent new parts during the replacent.”
“What about you? After being formatted and hung on the mall, and then synchronizing the previous logs, are you still the sa little yellow chicken as before?”
The little yellow chicken: “I should, I should be, right?”
It thought for a long ti, “I was originally just a string of data. As long as the data hasn’t changed, then I’m still the sa little yellow chicken as before.”
The host never ntioned this matter again, and he also didn’t ask Lu Anji.
As with the original developnt, after sleeping for too long, Azul should have forgotten everything.
It was only at this mont that the system suddenly realized what the host was asking.
An Azul who had lost his mory, could he still be considered the original Azul?
Lin Qiuyi gave the answer.
When she casually put her arm around Azul, his body would reflexively move closer to her.
Lin Qiuyi said that we interstellar pirates never lie.
Azul’s nasal cavity was sore and soft.
The host complained in a roundabout way that Lin Qiuyi was too free and too wild.
But Azul would still help her swat mosquitoes and tie the sleepwalking little girl to his tail while yawning and walking back.
When Azul slept, it was like lying on Mother Bug’s limbs.
The limbs were very cold, and Azul had to curl up and hug himself, wrapping his tail around the limbs.
He was too small, and he had to make sure he wouldn’t be thrown off by his mother’s slight movents.
This was also why he always wanted to stick to Lu Anji and loved to tie people up.
But Lu Anji hated any closeness.
The touch of that tail was like tal.
When he was controlling him, it beca tweezers.
Actually, as long as he was willing to extend his hands, Azul would not tie him up again.
The tail was only used to fix himself so that he would not be thrown off.
A warm hug could replace everything.
Lin Qiuyi was different.
She was a straightforward little pirate who would hug whatever she caught when she was asleep.
Her room on the ship was full of pillows, from all kinds of aliens.
She didn’t even let go of the Zerg rchandise.
Her dad was a weirdo.
He didn’t care about the value of what he robbed.
As long as he saw a legal loophole, he wouldn’t even let go of a rchandise store.
Lin Qiuyi had then “robbed” all the doll pillows from her dad, thinking that this was a small step for her career and a big step for her pirate life.
She liked them all and was not picky at all.
One gathered, one scooped, it was very warm, so warm that it was like a long sleep that would only appear in a dream.
Acting skills cannot determine all reactions.
So things are already deeply rooted.
mories are unreliable, but the body rembers.
The system quietly looked at the host.
He was sleeping very soundly.
His face was neither good nor bad.
The pale state of being on the verge of death at any ti had not changed.
As if influenced by Azul, he also slept with his legs curled up, his hands on his legs, slightly hugging himself.
He wasn’t sleeping as peacefully as he had been in the sea of consciousness before.
His eyes were closed, and his brow was slightly furrowed.
The system suddenly ca back to its senses and realized that the host had been on this mission for too long.
Both the pain of the transformation and all the subsequent injuries were borne by him.
No other host had ever done this.
It didn'
t matter if the evaluation was a little lower.
The system wouldn'
t say anything because of that.
In the previous Neon Crown, the host would still get angry because of the pain and ask the system to complain to his superior.
This ti, he didn'
t say a word, as if he didn'
t feel anything at all.
Chu Zu always did things without leaving himself any room.
The little yellow chicken turned off all the sounds in the sea of consciousness and carefully moved its electronic chicken coop to the side of the host’s sofa.
It tiptoed in and started to sort out the forum content for the host with the backlight mode on.
Oh, right.
It also had to look at the content of the next mission.
It had to find one that would make the host both positive and go crazy.
The system didn'
t think it was strange at all to put these two keywords together and secretly clenched its little chicken claws.
It had to go crazy!
It had to go crazy big ti!
***
Topic: I am a reader, not a chopping block
As the title says, hehe.
Teacher author and teacher revision, aren’t you two being too presumptuous?
Our relationship is just a cold and indifferent reading relationship.
Please don’t interfere with my life.
I am now so downcast every day that it affects my work.
When my superior scolds , I complain to him.
Now it’s great.
My superior is also downcast, and my superior’s superior is also downcast.
The company’s performance has plumted, the city’s economy has fallen, and the national GDP has dropped.
Shouldn’t you be responsible?
How can you be responsible?
You can’t?
I’ll teach you.
Write another hundred thousand words for to appreciate.
I’ve already thought about it.
One is in charge of the original draft, and one is in charge of the plot.
Let’s create a new folder now and start saving the Chinese economy from now on.
My Father-in-Law Doesn’t Like to Drink Maotai｜Comnted on 2019-01-02 19:12:46
I heard you can scold people when you read this book.
How can old readers still deceive new readers?
Who should I scold?
Myself for being naive enough to believe you?
Countdown 567｜Comnted on 2019-01-02 19:13:14
Just scold Lu Anji occasionally.
He really got on my nerves.
You really don’t have a mouth｜Comnted on 2019-01-02 19:13:54
Don’t scold Lu Anji anymore.
He’s been dead for so many billions of years…
His POV at the end is exactly the sa as before the revision, but it looks completely different.
Sigh, forget it.
I’ll scold him a couple of tis.
For the last sentence he said there may be no ho for humanity in the universe, but it doesn’t matter.
It’s the sa without a ho.
Damn him.
It was originally a saying that couldn’t be more official, used to comfort those who were still willing to believe in him and follow him.
How co the more I look at it, the more I don’t like it?
Azul gave him many choices, but this kid never thought he had a choice.
In fact, if he really wanted to run, even if he didn’t go to the sun, Azul could definitely help him run away.
When Azul wanted to leave the sun, his mom didn’t let him, but didn’t he still slip away?
Do you understand the value of a cat-bug who is proficient in chanical engineering?
Lu Anji originally had no sense of responsibility to humanity.
He would say he hated, hated, but in fact, he didn’t care at all.
He was just being stubborn with himself.
Look at the end.
Azul told him “you are closer than a friend,” but he didn’t listen at all.
He just kept thinking about “not a friend.”
Lin Xingyu’s words later were also, in my opinion, a reminder.
Azul even rembered to protect him before he died.
So what if they weren’t friends?
Isn’t this relationship good enough?
He wouldn’t listen.
He had a breakdown on his own.
This kid’s logic has long been welded shut.
He understands everything automatically.
And Azul is a dazed cat-bug.
He can’t be a psychologist…
How many stars are on your account?｜Comnted on 2019-01-02 19:14:19
Don’t ntion the POV ending.
I’m really impressed by the author’s entire structure.
The result of all the POVs being synchronized is that all the character endings are bombed at the sa ti.
Let’s appreciate them together.
“I hope this is the last war.”
Lei Jingan.
“You just have to take the initiative to make the necessary sacrifices and create a valuable and aningful reality.”
Andermon Cohen.
“Actually, I want to tell my father that it’s not about greatness. What needs to be done is right there. I just need to respond.”
Gabrielle Cohen.
“I can finally have a good dream, or maybe not. Good night, Linton.”
Azul Serrano.
“The closer a person is to politics, the farther they are from humanity, far more so than the Zerg.”
Linton.
“Before he died, he finally understood that only by loving others more than yourself can you experience what it is to lose, and only by loving yourself more than others can you understand what it is to gain. He neither lost nor gained. He had nothing from the beginning.”
Lu Anji.
“That was the bouquet that Azul offered to his mother.”
Azul.
“Among the hundreds of billions of stars, so stories end, and so stories are just beginning.”
Lin Qiuyi.
Who taught the author to write a novel like this?
Who on earth can finish the Galactic Empire?｜Comnted on 2019-01-02 19:16:03
The author can’t possibly continue to write.
That’s not even science fiction anymore.
It’s pure knife-throwing, one knife per old friend, and it’s the kind that’s wrapped in sugar.
If you’re not careful, you’ll get your mouth full of blood.
Don’t believe ?
Think about it carefully.
Traveling through the vast universe, Lin Qiuyi would still encounter various partners and various adventures.
Neither the author nor the readers knew if Azul would rember what had happened before, and the painful decision he had made.
Or the two lonely individuals who were holding hands and running in the sea of consciousness, or the huge figure standing on the white sun.
Perhaps one day, Azul would accidentally see a black crystal composed of two triangular shapes with the sa sexual characteristics.
He would rember that he and Lu Anji had never properly said “hello,” nor had they properly said “goodbye.”
He might also encounter the Zerg Lin Qiuyi would always co face to face with the Zerg.
Her dad was still mining in the hands of the Zerg.
A strong gravitational field would affect the passage of ti.
The Star Alliance had many massive celestial bodies, and the passage of ti was faster than on Earth.
Azul had been on Earth for fifty billion years, but it hadn’t been that long on the Star Alliance’s side.
The humans who had left Earth hadn’t been gone for that long either.
The light-speed travel had also accelerated the passage of ti for them.
Even if it hadn’t been fifty billion years, the Mother Bug had already iterated countless tis.
Other species couldn’t perceive it, because she no longer made big changes in the direction of evolution.
Otherwise, how would Azul recognize her?
He might also blurt out “Linlin” in his daily life, and in front of him would be the equally tall Lin Qiuyi.
Azul might rember, or he might never rember.
No matter what, he couldn’t go back to the past.
Even if he did, he would make the exact sa decision.
Does the author dare to write this?
Do I dare to read it if he does?
BE good civilization｜Comnted on 2019-01-02 19:18:13
Hey, big brother, big sister, old ancestor, aren’t you already indiscriminately cutting at everyone in the post with your skillful knife technique?
If it’s not a HE, I’m done with you｜Comnted on 2019-01-02 19:18:54
Suddenly rembered.
Little Captain Lin: Pirates don’t lie.
Also Little Captain Lin: I have to find a way to trick them into giving these five stars and sell them to the Zerg.
It’s okay, I’m optimistic, my crying is quiet.｜Comnted on 2019-01-02 19:19:17
If Little Captain Lin really dares to sell the Mother Bug might actually give her money.
The Star Alliance wouldn’t be able to persuade her at all.
“What’s wrong with giving my kid so pocket money?”
Only Mother is Good in the World｜Comnted on 2019-01-02 19:19:32
Azul: Aren’t you not supposed to lie?
Little Captain Lin: Where are the humans in this universe?
We’re all hybrids mixed-bloods.
V 50 to help Little Captain Lin conquer the universe｜Comnted on 2019-01-02 19:19:58
I quite like this ending.
How should I put it?
The story of the first generation is a standard story of how to save humanity when everyone has their own agenda.
The second generation cos to the private choices of two difficult-to-define creatures.
It’s very subtle.
It gives the feeling of a “stress reaction of creatures influenced by humans and the Zerg who are drawn into the war.”
The choices of the previous generation directly affect the next generation.
Just as Serrano said, more than one generation is destroyed.
The revision teacher mainly changed this.
As soon as Azul’s story was adjusted, it was imdiately distinguished from the previous generation, and it also made the final ending more aningful than before.
Before, I was wondering for a long ti how Lin Qiuyi had dug up an Azul from Earth.
Lu Anji thought he was dead and took the initiative to negotiate with the Mother Bug.
It’s not impossible to explain the Mother Bug’s concession by using experintal subjects.
But what’s the point of protecting Azul?
Do you Zerg also have a system of burying people with honors according to their rits?
But Lin Qiuyi is really likable.
If she wants to dig, let her dig.
The third generation is different.
Her ti span is too large, directly entering the era of the stars.
When I first started reading, I thought that Lin Qiuyi’s POV was a separate extraterrestrial civilization.
The Zerg and humans of the Star Alliance here get along very well, which makes all the events that happened in the solar system seem so powerless.
It wasn’t until the end that it was all connected.
In fact, ti has been continuing.
Hatred and the past may affect generation after generation, but in the span of fifty billion years, they are not worth ntioning.
To be honest, it was only at this mont that I experienced the concept of the universe.
Long and lonely.
When I saw a little bug like Azul, who was so afraid of being lonely, endure for fifty billion years, I suddenly understood what the author ant: only humans care.
We do care, and we have always been trying to solve it.
Otherwise, where would so many eating buddies and travel buddies co from?
It’s nothing more than not wanting to develop a deep friendship, but also not being able to be alone, a kind of comfort.
Finally, I support Little Captain Lin in leading Azul to dominate the universe.
V 50 to help Little Captain Lin conquer the universe｜Comnted on 2019-01-02 19:19:58
Chu Zu had just woken up when the system dragged a tray over to the side of the sofa.
On the tray were hot coffee, hot milk, hot tea, hot porridge, as well as bread and hard candy.
Chu Zu saw that it was struggling to drag it and took it over and placed it on the table next to him.
“Host, eat breakfast!”
The system urged.
Chu Zu: “...”
System: “I went to the ‘Tyrannical Protagonist Correction’ little yellow chicken to exchange code. Now I can secretly scan a certain range outside my field of vision!”
It said, “The host of ‘Tyrannical Protagonist Correction’ has also been working very hard recently. It seems that he’s competing for the year-end advanced.”
“But he has a very good habit. He has regular three als in the sea of consciousness and also exercises! The little yellow chicken over there said that we should develop good habits to eat breakfast!”
Chu Zu: “...”
Chu Zu: “I don’t exercise, not even if I die.”
But he still drank a couple of sips of coffee and put the candy in his mouth.
The system showed the host the feedback from the forum and at the sa ti, pulled up the email sent by the superior.
“The evaluation is already out. We are a distinguished S again this ti, hehe. The author also left you a ssage.”
Chu Zu was flipping through the forum: “What did he say?”
System: “‘I sincerely hope that you can also write your Lin Qiuyi.’”
The little yellow chicken muttered, “What does that an? Is this a provocation? Have we encountered the legendary disdain among literati…?”
Chu Zu drank a sip of coffee.
The fruit sweetness of the candy and the sour bitterness of the coffee mixed together, and the taste was neither here nor there, and it was strange.
“I don’t need to write Lin Qiuyi.”
He said, “If it were , Azul would have crawled out on his own without eting Lin Qiuyi. It was just a matter of ti.”
Seeing the little yellow chicken’s bewildered face, Chu Zu scratched its chin, “Yes, this is disdain among literati. You can just understand it that way.”
The system felt that it had been fooled again, but the host’s technique of scratching its chin was so skillful that it soon humd and fell to the ground.
While rolling around on the ground, the little yellow chicken didn’t forget its proper business.
“We have many choices for our next mission. I’ve chosen a bunch that will let you go crazy!”
Chu Zu: “...I was just kidding back then.”
The system paused its rolling and raised its head:
“What did you say?”
Chu Zu: “You did a good job. Let’s choose.”
“Okay!”
Chu Zu’s reputation had indeed spread.
Now the relevant tags were not just "non-human," "human-machine," and "human emperor."
There was also a "regretful character."
The superior of the "Regretful Character Correction System" next door had ground his teeth to pieces.
He refreshed the page fifty tis, looking at the high number of likes, and continuously sent the system fifty blank transfer application forms, frantically hinting.
"Regretful character" was more valuable than a single character design tag.
It proved that the specialist was capable of perfecting the entire story with his own character design.
Many readers read novels.
After reading them, they don'
t actually rember the characters or the story.
At most, when they are ntioned, they use tags to summarize the characters who have left a deep impression on them.
The fact that content like "regretful character," which makes people both angry and anxious, can still be popular to this day is largely because what the readers rember is one or more specific lives.
It is also not limited by genre.
Applications poured into the system’s mailbox like snowflakes.
Even after screening, there were still so many that you couldn'
t scroll to the end.
Chu Zu was very straightforward: “Choose the one with the highest bid.”
The one with the highest bid was called The Third Economic Law.
Just from the na, you couldn’t tell at all.
It was actually a ga survival confrontation novel similar to an infinite flow.
“Actually, this is a prequel, just like The Hunger Gas: The Ballad of Songbirds &
Snakes is to the entire series.”
The system took out the application.
“The Third Economic Law is not very long. The author has applied for two characters in total, and both are quite crazy… you can just choose one.”
Chu Zu was slightly disgusted: “How can he have two side characters who get scolded in a short prequel?”
The little yellow chicken: “...”
It understood.
This was disdain among literati!
“Then let’s change to another one!”
“No need.”
Chu Zu held the system down and suddenly asked, “Can I take both?”
System: “Huh?”
“If I take one, I’ll have to change two. You can’t expect to tolerate a flawed character in a work I’ve revised myself, right?”
Chu Zu said, “But it’s too much of a loss to only earn one credit point. You ask if I can take both.”
The little yellow chicken could ask:
“But how will you play them separately? It won’t work for one character to be active while the other is in a coma;
these two characters have appeared at the sa ti.”
Chu Zu: “Buy a ‘Catch If You Can’.”
The system was stunned.
The host was always surprising the system with his analysis of the rules.
He would usually not say a word, and then suddenly co up with an idea.
And this idea actually worked.
"Catch If You Can" was essentially an acting assistant.
When using it, you could even directly enter the sea of consciousness and let go of the reins.
As long as you gave it a sufficiently complete setting and specified a specific feedback, the character could automatically deduce and play the role.
But it couldn'
t be used for key plots.
That would be considered slacking off.
And "Catch If You Can" specialized in acting.
If the plot required a character to have a ntal turning point, which would lead to a change in behavioral logic, "Catch If You Can" couldn'
t handle this kind of information.
But this was enough for Chu Zu.
He could constantly switch between the two characters, adjust, and handle the key plots himself!
The system quickly figured it out.
It opened the mall for Chu Zu and began to write the application itself: “Okay! I’ll go and get both!”
Each went about their own business.
Chu Zu unlocked.
"Who the hell writes a diary?’’
Which he hadn’t done in a long ti, and began to record.
Third mission King of All Kings, fourth mission Fifty Billion Years of Solitude completed.
The conclusions that have been verified are as follows:
Your authority in the entire system structure is very high.
You have indeed lost your mory, and your superior has no authority to retrieve your information.
You have a code that can destroy the system structure.
The ti of all systems is independent of real ti, which has caused a ti disorder in the forum before the host was even bound to a system.
Content to be tested is as follows:
There are not many opportunities to contact other hosts.
When the system is not present, will the conversations also be loaded into the logs?
Can the props from the mall be repeatedly stacked to construct a perfect form that can role-play on behalf of the host?
Are you an original draft character that the author did not delete?
After being involved in the main text, perhaps you are not hated, but you shouldn’t exist?
Finally, you need to rember.
You don'
t mind whether you'
re lonely or not.
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