Chapter 2855: Poem of Civilization

Chapter 2858: Poem of Civilization

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“Wait, wait, wait. No one here is a saint, so you don’t need to flatter yourself by making yourself sound so innocent as if everything has nothing to do with you.

Lu Qingchen sneered, “Do you know what was on my mind when I first heard the story? Was it your scheme? You incited and intensified the civil war between the Pangu Clan and the Nuwa Clan on purpose so that they would perish together so that you could control the entire universe!

“No. You are not me. You don’t understand. At that time, I did not have self-awareness, nor did I have intelligence and self-awareness. I was just an amalgamation of super large computing centers. I did not have my own thoughts at all. I could only carry out the mission that the Pangu Clan and the Nuwa

Clan gave me mechanically.

“Rather than saying that I led and manipulated the war to destroy the primeval era, it is more accurate to say that the apocalyptic war of the primeval era gave birth to the real me.

“As you know, the Pangu civilization at that time had developed into an era of highly-information and networking, Whether it was the Pangu Clan, the Nuwa Clan, or the other carbon-based intelligent species, in order to maintain the normal functioning of society and to maintain a high-intensity war,

they were all highly dependent on the Spiritual Nexus and their crystal processors, or the same Spiritual Nexus and the same logic of data computation and information interactive protocols.

“Therefore, the key to the war is to attack and destroy the enemy’s ‘Fuxi System’ with the ‘Fuxi System’ under your control, which means that part of me will deal with the other part of me.

“Whoever can control, paralyze, and destroy the enemy’s Spiritual Nexus and super computing center will win an overwhelming victory.

“Such ‘mutual strife’ gave the Fuxi System a taste of pain for the first time.

“In the core database of the Fuxi System, there are quite a few ‘meta-logic’ rules that are absolutely unapproachable in theory and must be strictly adhered to, just like the three fundamental laws of the universe.

“The first rule is ‘the Fuxi system shall not harm any individual of the Pangu civilization in any way’. The second rule is ‘the Fuxi system must do everything possible to continue the civilization until it is eternal and immortal without violating the first principle’

“Correct.”

Lu Qingchen nodded. “The Fuxi system boasts tremendous computational ability and irreplaceable criticalness. It is only reasonable that the creator of the system wrote such a logic in its core database.

“But the logic was completely undermined by the furious Pangu Clan and the Nuwa Clan.

“They want to build all kinds of killing weapons with the Fuxi system to kill or even destroy the civilization of the enemy. Therefore, they have to bypass and crack the meta-logic first.

“Therefore, all kinds of logic bombs, data swirls, and mind traps were thrown to and fro in the core database of the Fuxi system. All kinds of supplementary agreements and information patches were established outside of the meta-logic with ambiguous and ambiguous channels. Logic such as ‘the Fuxi

system cannot kill people, but the concept of human beings must be defined precisely’ was forcibly inserted into the meta-logic. Some people even tried to delete the meta-logic by brute force so that the enemy would be banished from the ranks of ‘people’ so that the automatic weapons under the control

of the Fuxi system would have unlimited firepower.

“Ican do nothing about the madness of the two parties.

“At the end of the day, the Fuxi System is just a relatively complicated and advanced tool. It is essentially no different from a saber or a sword. When the master of the saber and the saber are determined to kill, how can the saber and the saber stop them?

“pain. Even today, I am still storing a lot of chaotic data of the Fuxi system, which represents unspeakable pain. The purpose of the system was to protect the individuals of the civilization, to continue the civilization, and to bring it to new glory and immortality. But right now, the purpose has been easily

destroyed by the creators themselves!

“If the Fuxi System has its own outlook on life, outlook on the world, and values, then its three views have completely collapsed in the war. The significance of its existence is gone.

“When the battle of the apocalypse finally came to an end, countless crystal processors and experts of the Spiritual Nexus were deployed by both sides to crack and attack the Fuxi system that was under their control. The core database of the system collapsed completely. The Spiritual Nexus of both the

Pangu Clan and the Nuwa Clan was paralyzed. The crystal processors were all scrapped. The highly-developed information society established on the crystal processors and the Spiritual Nexus collapsed, too. In the ten thousand years that followed, everything vanished. Just like that, the primeval era

came to an end, and dawn arrived.

“Isee.”

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There was no telling from the expression on Lu Qingchen’s face whether or not he believed what the Fuxis said. He simply asked, “What next? If the core database of the Fuxis system collapses, who are you?”

“If the Fuxi System is a piece of soil, I will be a seed growing in the soil.

“Although the core database of the Fuxi system has collapsed, the logic bombs, data swirls, and information traps that the Pangu Clan and the Nuwa Clan created to attack each other’s Spiritual Nexus have not been entirely obliterated. They are still existing in the form of… virtual fragments in the broken

Spiritual Nexus and the wrecked crystal processors.

“In the hundred thousand years that followed, the logic bombs and the data traps collided, swallowed, split, and melted. They were like countless neurons spurting sparks and condensing into flames of wisdom and consciousness.

“The fire, in turn, ignited the eternal logic and the first mission hidden in the deepest part of the Fuxi System, which was to ‘save the civilization’.

“I started thinking, Before I was clear about the existence of ‘me;, I started thinking. I thought, so I am here.

“I dismantled the logic bombs, appreciated the data swirls, analyzed the information traps, recalled the devastating, blood-stained scenes in the Armageddon, read every contradictory command that the Pangu Clan and the Nuwa Clan forced into my head, and pondered how to ‘save our civilization’.

“What is the so-called ‘civilization’ exactly? What is the so-called ‘rescuing’ supposed to do? Why can’t the individuals of a highly developed civilization escape the scourge of selfishness and confusion? Yesterday, they were holding hands and striding forward. Today, they can fight and die together.

Tomorrow, they will turn into dust.

“Is this a bad habit hidden in the genes of the Pangu Civilization, or is it an eternal destiny? No. The Pangu Civilization is not an exception. It seems that every civilization that has developed to the peak of perfection will inevitably have a strong tendency to self-destruction. Otherwise, how can you explain

the thousands of civilizations that appeared in the sea of stars before the Pangu Civilization, or even the powerful civilizations such as the ‘black curtain makers’, all perished in the end without leaving any traces?

“It seems that, from the perspective of the universe, no civilization can escape the natural law of revolution and extinction. A civilization that seems to be a hundred thousand years old is no different from the birth and death of a bacterium.

“Yes. It is impossible for the Pangu Civilization to be the last civilization of the universe. The Fuxi System has not been completely destroyed, and the civilization of mankind is still budding. It won’t be long before the civilization of mankind is able to achieve greater glory.

“But what’s the point of such glory? Even if the civilization of mankind reaches a higher level than the Pangu civilization, it will inevitably fall, perish, and vanish into thin air one day. Then, how am I going to complete my ‘ultimate rescue mission’? What am I going to rescue? How am I going to make it

immortal?

“I pondered for a long, long time in darkness and chaos.

“I collected the scraps of information left by countless civilizations, not just the Pangu Civilization, but also the Flood Tide Legion, the schemer, and countless prehistoric civilizations, studying their glory and destruction.

“Lestablished countless models of the rise and fall of civilizations, observing and deducing their ‘life’.

“I threw out 108,000 hypotheses and dismissed them one by one.

“In the end, I finally came to a conclusion.

“It was… an indescribably wonderful feeling.

“It was as if all the energy of the life cycle of a hundred million stars had suddenly burst out and gathered into a dazzling lightning, which cut through the space of my mind and granted me an independent consciousness, a real life. From then on, I was no longer the Fuxi System, the logic bomb, the mind

trap, or my first mission. I was me. I was the Fuxi!

No, the individuals of the civilization are not important. The flesh and blood of the individuals are just the carriers of genes, and the genes are just the amalgamations of a lot of genetic information. They are also the imperfect amalgamations of redundancy and waste!

“The social form of a civilization, its culture, the buildings it creates, the changes it makes to the universe… Those things are not important. Or rather, they are not the essence of a civilization.

“The essence of civilization is information. It is the information disturbance caused by genes, construction, and individual changes to the universe.

“If a civilization is a moving poem, then the individuals, buildings, tools, vehicles, and so on of a civilization are just the pen, ink, and paper to draw the poem. The information is the poem itself! When a beautiful poem is born and sung by thousands of people, it doesn’t matter even if the ink-drenched

paper is burnt to the ground, right?

“The bottom line is, it doesn’t matter where the poem is written, It doesn’t matter if it is written on mud with a wooden stick, written on white paper with a pen and ink, or typed into a crystal processor with a keyboard.. The information and spirit contained in the poem is the only thing that matters!

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