Chapter 68: 042 Close Encounters of the Fifth Kind [Requesting Votes for Super-Sized Chapter]_6
The sphere of light appeared suddenly, flickering into existence. It had no trace in the seconds leading up to its appearance. Once it stabilized, three … three peculiar objects appeared below it, along with that ‘clip’ shaped geotric body.
This geotric body…
Did it manipulate ti within a certain area?
Were they truly high-dinsional Thought Bodies?
Yang Ming smiled and said, “So, the Tomb Guardian, the Patroller, and the examiner are three different consciousnesses, not just three titles for the sa one.”
“Exactly, that’s right. We just communicated with you together. We were originally responsible for three different areas, but now we have decided to accompany each other.”
...
The light sphere flickered gently as three figures rged into one, and the initially blurry matchstick man soon had a clear face and body.
This was an overly slender old man.
Though his neck and limbs were too long and his head was relatively large, one could tell they had considered Yang Ming’s aesthetic preferences.
The Tomb Guardian·Patroller·examiner asked eagerly in their gentle voice,
“Mr. Yang Ming, how did you manage to do it? This is unprecedented.”
Yang Ming replied with a smile, “By strength.”
“Oh, we believe you relied on your own strength,” the old man said with a flickering gaze, “but I can sense that you seem to be lying.”
“I’m not lying; luck is also a part of my strength.”
Yang Ming felt that he should establish a good relationship with the old man in front of him.
Yang Ming smiled and said, “I gambled and won on the first question, and then I figured out the vulnerability of the question setter.”
“Gambled and won?”
“Yes,” Yang Ming drawled softly, “do you know why I was sent out midway?”
“Why?”
The old man was unwittingly led around by the nose.
Yang Ming shrugged, “I faced a math question to which I could only write one solution.”
The expressions of the Tomb Guardian·Patroller·examiner were full of confusion.
(Part 8)
“Making things up? You’re taking a crucial succession exam of an advanced civilization and just wildly guessing the answers?”
At Mr. Haton’s spacious mansion dining room.
Kolev’s expression at this mont… was not just sowhat similar to that of the high-dinsional Thought Body; it was exactly the sa.
Yang Ming smiled smugly.
Regarding Earth and the life of the Subordinate Ancient God, he naturally couldn’t tell Kolev, but his contact with high-dinsional life forms wasn’t necessarily sothing to hide.
His Feinan vessel had now radically transford and could not be concealed anymore, so rather than hiding it, he decided to reveal it in order to gain deeper trust from Kolev.
“It was indeed a wild guess,” Yang Ming smiled, “but this guess was not without reason.”
Kolev listened intently.
Yang Ming was pleased with Kolev’s earnest and obedient expression; the old man was clearly captivated by the story.
“First, you need to understand the question.”
Yang Ming said cheerily:
“My esteed thodological ntor, Ben Chu Ren, emphasized repeatedly how to take an exam.
“An exam is a contest between the candidate and the question setter. If you can’t ensure that you have comprehensively and systematically mastered all the knowledge required, or you suddenly find that a question goes beyond your knowledge, then you must gamble boldly.
“The answer to such discussion questions is usually not unique; it is open-ended.
“You must search for valid information in the question stem and consider the purpose behind the question.”
“This is unreasonable, Haton, you cannot understand a high-dinsional civilization.”
“Yes, I cannot grasp their original civilization, but they have already voluntarily reduced their dinsions,” Yang Ming said, “What appeared before
was a civilization from the sa dinsion with an advanced technological tree. Regardless, there’s one logic that converges.”
“What logic?”
“Thought Bodies thrive on a sense of superiority,” Yang Ming smiled, “no Thought Body would refuse a way to make itself happy.”
“Huh?” Kolev appeared even more confused.
Yang Ming shifted to a more comfortable position and continued:
“The question was not just asking to ‘analyze the role of text in the developnt of civilization.’
“There was valid information in the previous conversation with the Tomb Guardian·Patroller·examiner.
“Creating the Tomb Guardian·Patroller·examiner, this civilization should have already moved beyond the limitations of text to direct consciousness communication. They promote equal rights of consciousness and protect privacy to qualify for communication. What does this imply?”
Kolev shook his head honestly.
“It implies that what they value most are consciousness and privacy, the way of communication. I bet they are a species that communicates directly through consciousness. The city of intelligent machines was their temporary vessel created when they reduced dinsions back to our four-dinsional world.”
Yang Ming continued:
“Following the normal deconstructive approach would simply explain the critical role of text in the developnt of civilization and discuss the functionality of text.
“But could that be the standard answer for a high-level civilization question? I don’t think so.
“So, I gambled again, assuming there was a high-level intelligent entity grading my exam. I don’t know what their standard answer was, but I knew how to write sothing that would surely earn
so points.”
“And what you wrote was…”
Yang Ming lifted a finger and gently swayed it: “Just one sentence, ‘Text is the shackle of civilization, a backward form that hinders the efficiency of consciousness communication.'”
The key lies in the direct communication of consciousness!
Kolev suddenly realized.
He exclaid admiringly, “That insight is brilliant; did you score points?”
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