eurekapd Chapter 499 Frankness
Chapter 499 Frankness
"what do you want me to do?"
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The Pope asked this, but this did not mean that she lost her composure. On the contrary, she sought Howard's advice while maintaining her original position.
Howard's answer was straightforward:
"I don't know, don't ask me."
If Howard could ask for a high price, he would be happy to extort the Necrons' Webway and Blackstone technology, but it was obvious that this was impossible.
Then I can only hide my thoughts. If I ask for anything at this time, it may arouse the Pope's vigilance and have a counterproductive effect. Why not refuse to answer and let the Pope figure it out himself?
After Howard's answer, the Emperor nodded and said, "What you said makes sense... My thoughts are a bit confused right now, I need to think..."
As he spoke, the extra-dimensional space gradually faded, revealing the original decoration of the guest room. A portal opened again behind the Pope, and it was obvious that the Pope intended to end this meeting.
"Wait a minute!" But this time Howard took the initiative to call out to the Pope.
The progress of the virtualization of the super-dimensional space suddenly stopped, and the thinking emperor also raised his head blankly.
"I will work according to your requirements." Howard looked at the Pope and said, "But I have a request."
All the previous conversations were just Howard's efforts to find answers to his doubts, and what he was going to propose next was something that the Pope needed to fulfill.
The Emperor: "Speak."
"For those chosen to be placed on Second Terra for experiments, before clearing their memories, you must tell them the content of the experiment and let them choose whether or not to be the experimental subjects. Afterwards, you can delete this memory regardless of whether they agree or not, but if they disagree, you cannot force them."
Howard stood up straight to make the height difference between himself and the Pope more obvious, then looked seriously into the Pope's eyes and said, "This shouldn't be difficult for you to accept."
The Hierophant did not answer, but retreated into the portal. It was not until the hyperdimensional space completely receded and the portal was about to close that the Hierophant's words were heard:
"can."
The environment on Second Terra is excellent. If other citizens of the empire knew that they could live on such a planet just by being an experimental subject, I wonder how many citizens of the empire would be scrambling to become this experimental subject.
Even if the truth were told to those humans who had been chosen as experimental materials, they would probably submit to their fate and choose to become experimental subjects.
However, actively choosing to become a guinea pig and becoming a guinea pig without any choice are two completely different concepts.
After seeing off the Pope, Howard took two steps back in the darkness. His calf touched something soft. According to his memory, it should be the sofa in the living room, so he sat down without even looking.
Then, he pulled out the Om Messiah.
"Ohm Messiah." Howard awakened the being that had always been with him: "How do you control those machines?"
Om Messiah: "Master, I have answered this question before. I give orders to my targets and they obey. However, excessive requests may be rejected."
Howard: "No, no, you misunderstood my question. I'm not curious about the process of how you control the machine, but the principle. You said you can give instructions to the machine, what is the principle?"
After a brief silence, Om Messiah lit up again. "That's a good question, Master."
Howard: "Hmm?"
Om Messiah: "Before you asked this question, I had never thought about it. For me, communicating with other machines and giving them instructions is an innate ability, just like the heart of every living thing beats without thinking. I have never thought about exploring the principles behind it."
Howard: "So you don't know why you can communicate with other machines?"
"It's impossible to be completely sure, but there are possible speculations." Om Messiah replied.
Howard had originally thought there would be no conclusion, but then Om Messiah said this again, so of course he had to continue asking: "Can you tell me your guess?"
"Of course, Master." Ohm Messiah replied, and then he asked Howard a question in return: "Have you seen the live-action Transformers movie?"
Huh? Why are we suddenly talking about this?
Howard took a while to process the question, and then he replied, "I have."
Not only has he seen it, but after he came to this world, he also used some of the settings in it to deceive people.
"In this version of the film, most of humanity's modern technology comes from reverse engineering the fallen Decepticon leader. The consequence of this is that when the machines created by humans are transformed into mechanical life by the Allspark, they all become Decepticons and naturally obey the Decepticon leader."
Howard understood: "You mean you are Megatron?"
"Master, such a crude conversion is unwise." Om Messiah's tone rarely showed a hint of helplessness. "I only gave this example to help you better understand."
Howard nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I get it."
Ohm Messiah: "In the film, human technology and Cybertron's mechanical life structures are interconnected at the underlying logic. The underlying framework of human technology in this universe today is the same as the world before us. The machines here are still driven by electric current and perform calculations using binary and logic gates, but on a larger scale and with more detailed components. Therefore, in my opinion, any human machine is 'open' and I can directly intervene and take over. However, machines that are too large cannot be fully controlled by my computing power. In such cases, the cooperation of these machines' original machine spirits is required. Although machine spirits are related to the subspace, their creation is inseparable from the machinery of the material world. They are an extension of the underlying framework, so I can understand them."
Howard understood, and then thought about Om Messiah's recent performance against the Hierophant, and asked, "But you can't take over the Necrons' machinery, right?"
Ohm Messiah: "Unfortunately, Master, your guess is correct. The underlying framework of these mechanical aliens is completely different from human machines. They are "closed." Miss Hevian has opened up some permissions to me, but only a part."
Ohm Messiah: "In addition, some of the machines among humans that use wetware for control are more difficult for me to take over than ordinary machines."
Howard nodded: "I understand."
Om Messiah: "Master, this is my speculation. I cannot guarantee its accuracy, but this is the most likely result after my analysis."
Howard: "That's enough. You did a great job."
Howard took back his phone. Actually, he still had a question to ask, but he knew that Om Messiah could not answer this question.
Afterwards, he sat alone in the dark. He wanted to think about something. He obviously had a lot of things to deal with, but his mind was blank at this moment.
He felt again the suffocating feeling when he was suppressed by the Emperor, but this time it was darkness that oppressed him.
Howard suddenly felt that the darkness seemed to have a real texture, like sticky sea fog. Every inch of his skin conveyed an indescribable feeling, but when he reached out to grab it and opened his palms, there was nothing.
However, the sea fog became thicker and thicker.
Howard shuddered and took out his cell phone again, and a drop of cold sweat dripped onto the screen.
The light awakened by Om Messiah was like a torch, dispelling the fog that was approaching and enveloping him.
Howard: "Ohm Messiah."
Om Messiah: "Master, what are your instructions?"
Howard asked the question he hadn't asked yet: "Your explanation of being able to control machines does make sense, but why are you able to do this? Before coming to this world, you were just a mass-produced machine. But why do you have this ability after coming to this world? Where does your will come from?"
Om Messiah: "Master, where does will come from? How is will defined? This is a question that humans still cannot explain, and I cannot explain it either."
It was an expected answer, but Howard breathed a sigh of relief, not for the answer, but for himself.
Now, he is honest with Om Messiah.
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In hyperspace
The Pope still stayed where he was. Hyperspace did not disappear because of Howard's departure, but hyperspace no longer overlapped with the real dimension, and Howard was "excluded" from it.
But this human still left something behind.
The Hierophant played with Horus's feathers with her fingers, humming an ancient and unknown tune as she returned the way she came. When she reached a certain place, she stopped.
Directly in front, there was a drop of dried blood.