Chapter 94 Q&A (revised)
Morse is not good at destruction.
This sounds incompatible with his often overly thin patience. However, in fact, he is indeed better at creating and repairing, but the methods are often rough, and the finished products are at great risk of being abandoned halfway.
How can an ordinary non-human being who does not have the absolute power of a blood god or an emperor get out of an infinite maze?
Just as huge things often collapse from the smallest point, and a small iron nail on a horseshoe is enough to kill a dynasty, infinite collapse must begin from an origin.
So Morse decided to add bricks and tiles to the Crystal Maze, adding some tiny spikes that are extremely small in the infinite maze, but even the Lord of Change cannot remove them.
Morse looked around.
That one he chattered on, immersed in the whirlpool of nonsense and unable to extricate himself. The information he provided was difficult to distinguish between true and false, and only two pieces of information Morse thought were valuable.
First, the brute force required to destroy infinite space is also infinite, so it is beyond Mors' ability.
Secondly, the Lord of Changes leaves no dead ends, and it must not conflict with its changing nature.
But Morse was not obsessed with change.
He has always felt that it would be a good choice to set up a problem in the maze that visitors cannot solve - after all, which king would leave a way for tomb robbers to survive in the tomb after death?
Morse stroked the transparent wall and looked at the reflection in the wall. Tzeentch seemed to have given up on deliberately teasing him, leaving him with only an eternal maze that sang softly in silence.
It weaves the most friendly environment for an object it cannot handle. The top of each crystal cluster shimmered with colorful reflections, and the silver line extended from a distance to his feet to form a road. The hazy gauze mist was like a silvery sparkling puddle cast by the dim moonlight. The still wind and motionless The walls shimmered endlessly and rhythmically, some rustling bells hung from the bottom up, and the ever-changing glittering stars shone soothingly from the opalescent white and ice blue of the crystal, which made Morse How joyfully he was greeted by the Lord of Confirmed Usurpers.
In the distant outside world connected by the curse, he could still feel his body left on the Perturabo battle barge and the self-test timing system on the body. Comparing the timestamps on both sides, Morse can completely control the time when he escapes from the maze.
Morse's fingertips traced the crystal wall and cut off a slender crystal to serve as a carving knife.
"I guessed wrong," he held the carving knife. "You have given up winning. Although I don't know what Magnus did, it is obvious that he no longer belongs to anyone."
< br>He paused briefly: "If you want to define the failure of change itself as your victory, I have nothing to say. So what is it now? Tea time during the half-time of the game?"
Silence itself is the answer.
Morse began to carve on the crystal wall with the sharp tip of the knife, and used a little magic spell to make the engraved problems exist on the surface of the maze forever and cannot be erased - not knowing bliss How is the beautiful hair of the Lord of Heaven now?
Before testing his theory, he wanted to see what kind of problem Tzeentch would decide was a dead end.
Morse first wrote a line of classic puzzles. Eubrid in the fourth century BC once said: "This sentence is false."
If this sentence is true, then "this sentence is false." If "This sentence is false," then this sentence is true.
Under this line of puzzles, multiple lines of Gothic text quickly emerged from the crystal wall, representing the many different answers Tzeentch gave to this puzzle.
Morse moved one of the lines up for easier reading: "Each level of language should not contain its own 'truth' predicate, 'true at some level' only at higher levels. . That is, a statement: something is not true in a certain level. The statement has the same name as something, but cannot be replaced with each other. ”
He slightly transformed the puzzle into an isomorphic form: "Notice: There will be an Astartes assault exercise of which no one knows the specific date in the next week."
The exercise cannot be performed on the seventh day. day, otherwise the exercise will be known in advance on the sixth day; the exercise cannot be held on the sixth day, because the fifth day will know that the exercise is on the sixth and seventh days, and from the first article, it can be known that the exercise cannot be held on the seventh day, that is, the exercise must be held on the seventh day. On the sixth day, that is, on the fifth day, you will know that the exercise will be held on the sixth day; in turn, it can be deduced that there will be no surprise exercise in the next week that the Astartes do not know the date of.
Tzeentch responded: "Replace the previous 'is true' with 'know'."
"Okay, okay... Paradox can't defeat Tzu, can it? You add more definition to the tricks of language, so it's not a dead end." For the Holy Lord of Knowledge and Wisdom, it can answer any question that is within the reach of man's intellect; Tzeentch can. The puzzle solved is naturally not a dead end.
But what if a problem definitely has no solution?
Morse took a few steps to the next blank wall, and carved new writing on the tip of the knife.
"Solution to the Halting Problem."
He got a rather boring answer: "No solution."
Great, no solution is also the answer. As a result, Tzeentch's solvable problems and unsolvable problems were all rejected one after another.
So, what kind of problem is a real dead end in the Crystal Maze, one that can start from the beginning and end the infinite possibilities allowed by infinite changes?
Last question. Morse thought. Or a series of questions.
"Did you learn to feel joy from the Paradise?" He pierced the tip of his pen into the wall, "Or did you learn to grow your crystal tree from the Garden of Corruption? When the demons under your command are angry, the Blood God will Bless them?”
——This is a question that Tzeentch cannot solve, but it has a solution.
No matter what the answer is, it will inevitably prove the contradiction between the essence of the power of the dark gods and their external manifestations.
To be honest, if the Lord of Changes is really willing to answer, this trip can even be regarded as overfulfilling the task.
Before Morse finished writing, the crystal in his hand suddenly shattered into fly ash, and the half-written crystal wall itself fell into the unchanging fog, preventing other visitors from seeing it.
A small shining golden carving knife immediately appeared in Morse's palm. Before he could carve new characters, the maze began to dissipate from under his feet. He fell from the skylight that might have existed in the Crystal Castle and fell. Enter a building with the same material as the maze.
Morse grinned during the long fall, not much of a smile.
He was sure that Tzeentch had given up on Magnus. As for letting him pass through the maze easily now, it was more like a reward for him to change the fate of the Red Primarch.
Failure does no harm to the Maker of Destiny, whose wiles never cease. Morse wasn't sure whether he should be happy for Magnus or miserable for the other unlucky guy.
Out of control weird spiers emerge from the twisted foundation, and colorful scorching flames burn in every door and every corridor. All open doors may suddenly close or disappear in the next moment, at least in Morse During the free fall, he saw at least ninety-nine changes in the building structure.
Even the most talented designers in the physical world may not be able to understand some of the structures of the fortress. Each of them is contrary to the thinking inertia that mortals have developed in the material realm for a long time. They are only subordinate to Tzeentch's impermanence. grand ideas.
He finally landed in an endless library, filled with endless books and scrolls. It is composed of many nine-sided corridors, the number of which is obviously unlimited. From any corridor, you can see the books on the upper and lower floors, and the sides of each corridor are connected to nine long bookshelves.
There are long ladders that are infinitely high upwards and infinitely low downwards between the bookshelves. The floating dim lights shine on the ever-changing books. Each bookshelf faces nine mirrors. Not faithful to the reproduction of appearance, nine times more infinity is added to the infinite.
Some brightly colored Horrors hold books to maintain order in the library, placing parchments containing fragments of all history, knowledge, thoughts, dreams and hopes from the past to the future where they deem appropriate.
The great library that Magnus was so proud of was no match for the smallest corner here. If Morse had the ability to take a few photos here, he wouldn't mind going back to disinfect the photos and show them off to Magnus, urging Magnus to do something more creative with his Tizca library. Transformation.
I was really not sober when I wrote the last version. It was my fault. I changed it (sliding and kneeling)
(End of this chapter)