Chapter 64 Dialectical Game (End) Existentialism
With an unchanging smile, Chis asked: "Why can't you come out?"
The voice inside the door chuckled: "Because of you I want to pass the level, and the key to passing the level is here.”
“Passing the level”?
Qisi narrowed his eyes slightly.
Generally speaking, dungeon NPCs will not know this clearly unless...
"You are not an NPC?" Qis asked.
The voice smiled and uttered two words: "Guess."
"..."
Qiss, who had never gotten the answer right in a multiple-choice question, was not at all impressed. Going to guess.
He held the body in front of him as a shield and stepped into the door step by step.
Behind the door is a huge temple. The light is dim and the four corners are shrouded in shadow, making it difficult to see the details.
The old walls are painted with messy lines, which seem to be murals telling mythical stories, but it is completely unclear what they are painted on, as if the meaning has been wiped out by some force.
A pair of scarlet eyes are inlaid on the ceiling above the head, looking down at the entire temple, casting a thin red light and shadow that envelopes everyone and everything, creating a bloodthirsty atmosphere out of thin air.
There is a high-backed chair in the center of the temple. Sitting on it is a young man whose appearance is exactly the same as him. He is yawning at the moment and says in a lazy tone: "Did you bring the key? Give it to me."
Qiss noticed that the young man in front of him had sharp features. The white shirt he was wearing was the same as before he entered the dungeon, and there was no number on the cuffs.
——No matter from any angle, this person is more like a real person than he is.
The inhuman face he saw in the mirror once again flashed before his eyes, and Zis remembered the name of the copy.
Dialectical game, what is dialectics? Defend the self, defend the id, defend the superego, defend existence...
The attitude of the researchers and Jin Yusheng’s profile denies his social identity as a “Qisi”.
After seeing his own appearance, he self-denied his natural identity as a human "Zis" and wanted to exist as a clone with peace of mind.
Later, he realized in time that he was still in the copy and picked up the identity of "Qiss" again, but soon he found the corpses of eight "Qiss".
He is not the most special one, but everyone has a survival instinct.
He doesn't care whether he is the real "Qiss", but in order to leave the instance as a player, he must and can only be "Qiss".
All thoughts flew through his mind. The creature behind him narrowed his eyes and smiled half-heartedly: "This institute is too cold and boring. I don't want to spend the rest of my life here at all - it's more like the real world. Interesting.”
The reclining young man sat up straighter and made the same expression as him: "I think so too, so when I designed this institute, I added some easter eggs. If you can escape, maybe you can See."
Qisi touched his chin and asked with interest: "Who are you?"
The young man asked: "Then who do you think you are?"
Chiss estimated the path and distance of the attack in his heart, and said with a smile on his face: "I can be anyone, but in this situation, I think it is better for me to be 'Chiss'."
"It seems you already know." The young man also smiled, stood up from the high-backed chair, and walked towards him step by step.
That familiar yet unfamiliar face looked at him condescendingly, with a look that seemed pity but also teasing: "Then I can only regretfully tell you that I am the real Qiss, and you are my copy."
< br> "Only the winner is qualified to define everyone's identity, isn't it?" Qisi had already completed the calculation as he spoke. He pushed the body in his hand towards the young man, rushed over in a few steps, and raised his elbow to hit the latter's chest. Neck side.
The young man in front of him smiled sarcastically, as if he had expected it. He sided away from the corpse and raised his right arm in the same posture as him, but there was a touch of silver light on his fingertips.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the silver bracelet on the other person's wrist, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
Yes, weapons, he lacks weapons...
From the beginning to the end, the planners never gave him a chance to obtain weapons...
The young man in front of him had crooked eyebrows and a joking tone: "Only Qiss can plot against Qiss. I say this, but I wonder if you have. Feel better? "
Yes, the person who knows him best is always himself.
In other games of the same level, any slight difference in details may become the key to victory or defeat.
This is not a fair game. In the game between oneself and oneself, the one with the first mover advantage cannot leave any loopholes or room for failure...
"It does feel less uncomfortable." He said, "But the feeling of being clearly calculated is still a little uncomfortable."
The cold fingertips have already flown to the side of the neck, and the young man holding the knife He showed a gentle smile: "Since you don't feel comfortable, just die as soon as possible."
A knife-like sting came from the contact point, and warm liquid splashed out, bringing with it Take all the energy and heat out of your body.
The feeling of powerlessness and coldness swept through the whole body densely, dragging the person from head to toe into the abyss of nothingness.
It was clearly a desperate situation, but he was inappropriately cheerful.
The unique experience of death was pleasurable. The pleasure of learning the truth outweighed the value of life itself. He was so excited that he wanted to laugh.
Unfortunately, his muscles have long been out of control. At this moment, it is difficult for him to even move the corners of his mouth.
So, he could only fall forward with full of regret and embrace death.
......
If two rational individuals with exactly the same physical conditions want to decide the winner, they can only make a fuss about the amount of information, weapons and equipment, and the rules of precedence - this is also planning The basis of this unfair game. Back in time, after the copy of "Dialectical Game" was loaded, Qiss opened his eyes and found himself sitting on the throne in the temple.
There is only one line of text on the system interface:
[Main mission: Get the key to the superego]
At hand is a long roll of parchment, with his The rules are written in legible handwriting:
[1. You are here as a temporary designer of a weird game, and you cannot leave the main hall until you complete the task. But you can redesign and layout the buildings outside the main hall through your consciousness, and put in a certain amount of NPC]
[2. After the design is completed, the scene will be put into operation, and you will not be able to change any details to any extent]
[3. The key to the superego is located in the side hall and cannot be seen by NPCs. The NPC was informed that the NPC was unable to perform any interactive behavior related to the Key of Super Ego]
[4. There are eight death points in the corridor outside the main hall, which can only be triggered once. They cannot be avoided or resisted. Death upon encounter]
[5. There will be nine copies of you as players that possess your full set of memories and ways of thinking, and will be put into the scene one after another. You can select the birth point, once selected, it cannot be changed]
[6. After the clone dies, the body will not disappear; except for the location of the Super Ego Key, all other scenes and NPCs will be reset , and place new copies until all copies have been placed]
The rules are very clear, and basically even the solution is told to the players: first use eight clones to fill the eight death points, and then let the ninth clone complete the task.
But it is not easy to achieve such a result.
Qisi knew that he was very suspicious. Once the clones saw the corpses of the previous seniors, what would happen next would be uncontrollable.
Therefore, it is necessary to find a reasonable explanation for the existence of these corpses, but not to make this explanation too logical and look too much like the result of a layout.
The two theories of "clone" and "parallel time and space" are perfectly connected, which can effectively reduce the suspicion of clones.
Ziss also knew that he was absolutely selfish and self-interested, and could not let the clone notice the existence of the main mission, otherwise he would most likely not be willing to make a wedding dress for the mother, and might even maliciously destroy the key to the superego.
Then, it is necessary for the replica to gradually strengthen its misperception of "I am the best individual and most likely to escape" while doubting its own existence, and then believe that all its actions are for own efforts to survive.
Finally, Zeiss designed a copy of the institute out of some evil taste. He was curious about what kind of expression he would show when faced with a situation where his existence was denied.
It’s fun to play with others, but why not play with yourself?
As for whether he would be counter-killed after playing a trick on himself, Qiss didn’t really care.
Firstly, he has the home field advantage and has weapons. If he can't win anymore, he can cut himself into pieces and feed them to the pigs; secondly, dying by his own hands may not be an interesting experience, if not for the fact that the corpse cannot be taken out of the copy. , he quite wanted to make himself into a specimen.
Soon, everything is ready.
Under the watchful eye of Zeiss, Copy No. 1 woke up in the small room and found the key to the superego from the drawer.
He didn't know what the key was for, but before the researcher entered the door, he hid the cold key under his tongue and took it out...
...
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In the dimly lit temple, Qisi squatted down, opened the corpse's clenched right hand, and took out a key from it.
[Name: Key to the Superego]
[Type: Prop (copy cannot be taken out)]
[Effect: None]
[Remarks : Did I kill "me", or did "me" kill me? 】
Seeing the question in the note, Ziss smiled: "What does it matter? Even if he kills me, as long as he thinks he is me, I will be the one who survives."
" Natural selection, survival of the fittest, I came into this world to be the best in the competition of one in a billion. Now why not have another competition to choose one out of ten? ”
< br>"Memory, intelligence level, way of thinking, behavioral logic and other multiple dimensions constitute a person's consciousness. For me, my material existence is not important. I am happy to select the best me through competition." Me'."
[The main mission has been completed]
[Congratulations to the player for clearing the single-player puzzle copy "Dialectical Game"]
[In the game of rationalists, the existence of self, id and superego has long been separated from its original categories. From a macro perspective, "I" is always me]
["Dialectical Game" TrueEnd-"I" has been included]
[A copy will be automatically transmitted after three minutes]
Zis sat back on the high-backed chair, looked up at the scarlet eyes on the ceiling of the temple, and sneered: "Is this the so-called answer you want to tell me?"
Time passed by, After a long silence, his own voice sounded from the bottom of his mind: "Don't you already understand? If I said that I am you, would you feel better? After all, only Chiss can scheme against Chiss, hahaha!"
The moment he finished speaking, the countdown in the upper left corner of his vision suddenly stopped.
Chisi felt like he lost his body for an instant, and the tentacles of consciousness flowed through every corner like a tide.
The scene in the global field of view suddenly changed. The white walls of the Clone Research Institute quickly faded and were replaced by masonry with mottled gray stains.
Thin flames connected in a line, and the corridor full of technology burned like an old photo caught in the fire. The illusory appearance was burned away by the fire, leaving behind a mural corridor full of weird lines.
Cheese's pupils shrank as he regurgitated the images buried deep in his memory like a tide.
Just asking you if this copy is worth a monthly pass (akimbo)
(End of this chapter)