Chapter 1385: Chapter 1247: Want it!
Want it!
Chapter 1385: Chapter 1247: Want it!
Want it!
“Not ascend?”
“Are you serious?”
“Did this guy really say that?”
Lincoln found it unbelievable and imdiately fired off three rapid questions.
It wasn’t that his understanding was poor, but this “translation” was simply too discordant!
Take a look at the current situation, will you?
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We are dealing with technology decryption!
Not excavating the ruins of immortals!
It’s not like an immortal was caught by a technological civilization after ascending, packed up, and stuffed into a tech information package, right?
That’s just preposterous!
“Hehehe.” Seeing Lincoln’s shocked expression, Mavis laughed smugly and said, “Mavis did the localization translation according to his aning and the Master’s habit!”
Lincoln looked at Mavis’s mischievous little expression, imdiately put his hand on her pink head, and while rubbing it said, “At this critical juncture, don’t ss with faithfulness, expressiveness, and elegance!!
Just translate it literally according to the original words!!”
“Mmm~ Mavis got it.”
Mavis, covering her head, obediently carried out the second translation, “He said—[Do not choose the path of Digital Life].”
“It was this very sentence, repeated three tis.”
“Really?” Lincoln was sowhat reluctant to believe.
Although he didn’t recognize those mysterious symbols/characters, he still had so basic discernnt.
“If he repeated the sa sentence three tis, shouldn’t these symbols also be arranged in the sa order, repeating three tis?”
Lincoln glanced again at that ribbon of light, where the mysterious symbols slowly flowed.
He saw no traces of repetition.
Mavis shook her head, “Mavis wouldn’t trick the Master!”
“It’s because this type of writing is very special!”
“The characters of this language change their form with the emotions of the speaker.”
“These three sentences an the sa thing, but the expressed emotions are different; the first is a warning, the second is despair, and the third is fear, hence the recorded characters have three different forms, which is why they seem different!”
Mavis was sowhat unhappy.
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Lincoln quickly picked up the little fellow to apologize, and couldn’t help but marvel, “Incorporating the changes of emotion into the form of the writing itself, rather than describing with separate words, that’s incredible.”
“Could it be that the civilization that created this form of writing experiences emotional changes as sothing more concrete, or with more visual variations, which then influenced their writing?”
Lincoln’s mind spun like lightning, already beginning to conjure images of quirky aliens like “soone who grows taller when angry, becos smarter when happy, or emits a bitter taste when sad.”
With that thought, he looked again at the “sun” and the ribbon made of light, “So, you an to say there’s truly an alien inside?”
Although strictly speaking, since his arrival in this world, everyone he had t was an alien—to the people of this world, he was also half an alien—but this in no way diminished his curiosity about “real” aliens.
“So…we were mining and ended up digging into soone else’s grave, and even unearthed a rice dumpling from it?”
Mavis bumped Lincoln with her head.
Lincoln snapped back to reality, realizing that this analogy might be sowhat impolite.
Shaking his head to clear his scattered thoughts, he began to seriously consider the rice dumpling…
the warning given by the alien.
“He’s warning us: Do not take the path of Digital Life.”
“Mm-hmm,” Mavis nodded.
“Since he said so, it ans converting to Digital Life might involve so risks that we are not aware of.”
“Indeed.” Mavis played along.
“Considering that his despair and fear were both reflected in the writing, these risks must be terribly frightening.”
“It’s possible,” Mavis agreed.
“So, the most prudent course of action now is to imdiately suspend the [Digital Life] program?”
Mavis, who had been playing the role of an echo to set the mood, this ti did not nod but looked at Lincoln and said, “That depends on the Master’s own thoughts.”
Lincoln’s thoughts?
Of course, he was not content!
The [Digital Life] project had already been fully deployed, with countless people expecting the technology to boost the developnt of countries and civilizations, countless pouring their heart and soul into it, countless working tirelessly day and night…
Could Lincoln call a halt?
Of course, he could, he always had the strength to press the pause button.
But this pause button was not to be pressed lightly; he had just nodded in agreent on Monday to roll out the [Digital Life] project fully, and now, to suddenly pause it would an to sustain huge losses and pay a hefty price.
The losses and costs could be borne, but—
Lincoln didn’t want to press it.
He wasn’t acting on impulse.
Before the official deploynt of the [Digital Life] project, he had been careful enough, conducting too many studies, tests, and simulations; the governnt had also organized expert etings ti and again, discussing the impact of [Digital Life] on all aspects of society.
Lincoln certainly didn’t arrogantly consider himself infallible, but he wasn’t so cowardly as to shrink back instantly because of a ssage.
Just that in front of him, indeed, a significant choice had erged:
Trust himself or trust this yet unseen “alien”?
Lincoln sat down on the small sofa, deep in thought.
—And this didn’t take him long.
Three minutes later, he made his decision and waved his hand to hide the “sun” once more.
“I’ve decided to trust myself,” he said to Mavis.
He had indeed received many gifts and help from this sphere of light; without it, he wouldn’t have co this far.
But he hadn’t truly just laid down and done nothing after obtaining the technology, nor relied solely on this found technology to make money.
On the contrary, he had truly utilized the technology to create the virtual world as it was today—a virtual world full of his personal traces and style.
He had eradicated disabilities and transford the form of education.
He changed many things and also created many new things that didn’t exist in the original sphere of light—whether it was chs or the hibernation sche that was different from the original version.
He had single-handedly driven the transformation of society’s form and continued to inject more and stronger strength into this change.
…
He was no longer the sa as before.
The technology in the “sphere” was advanced, but it was still a tool.
And he was the person wielding that tool.
The developnt of [Digital Life] had always been firmly controlled by him, with no risk of losing control.
So—
“I trust myself,” he repeated.
“Yeah!!” Mavis suddenly beca super happy, jumped up energetically, and threw herself into Lincoln’s arms, “Master is the best!”
“However—” Lincoln added while holding Mavis, “we still need to go through the [Digital Life] technology information again and et with Henry.”
“By the way, I also plan to personally attend their weekly discussion etings, to see the stuff beyond the eting records.”
“Oh right, Mavis, you also hurry with the decryption.
If any new information appears, inform imdiately…”
No sooner had Lincoln made his bold statent, he was already making all sorts of arrangents that seed “insecure.”
The bold montum quickly dissipated, and he even beca a bit conservative.
But Mavis happily nodded and imdiately took out a huge pile of information—Lincoln preferred the feel of paper docunts, and in the virtual world, electronic screens and paper docunts were essentially the sa thing.
Lincoln began from scratch without any delay, sincerely “reviewing” the technology information of Digital Life once more.
In the following days, he suddenly beca busier, going out early and returning late every day, tracking and inspecting every detail of the [Digital Life] project.
anwhile, the progress of the World Mission [Return to the Stars] also steadily increased, surpassing one key node after another…
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