Chapter. 15. Can someone who sees the end of the world plant an apple tree? (2)
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Simulation. A literal simulation of the world. With his limited knowledge, he couldn’t even guess how and how he made it.
What was certain was that it was not just a game made for play.
For any purpose. For some reaching point. Invite players into a completely different world, but one that could have become reality, and observe their results.
Even if it is a different world that blooms from different possibilities, what will happen will definitely happen.
Just as the Third World War broke out in our reality and we entered an era of destruction and wasteland.
There was a great tribal war in World 1 and the rise of an undead lord in World 2. As the Mutation Blood invasion occurs in the March World, the world moves toward its planned destruction.
“…what are you waiting for? “What do you mean by completing?”
“I can’t teach you that yet.”
“How did Gedroitz know all this and prepare it so long ago?”
“That too. “It is early knowledge for you.”
….Click!
I need to stay calm. Only by remaining calm can the calm side gain more information, put pressure on the opponent through information superiority, and take control of the situation.
Contrary to his intentions, the professor stood up from his seat, and anger was burning in his eyes.
“I can’t teach you, I can’t teach you! Then, the ‘completion’ you want in a game that I, the lab rat, can’t even play! Is it okay to just keep running forward like a treadmill until you clear the world? Ah, I wondered why they brought me here when I couldn’t even clear it! That was it! Because I can’t go out anyway! If you don’t clear and upload all data, your real body will be in a vegetable state forever! “If you want to live anyway, you have to reach the fucking perfection you want, so it didn’t matter if I told you in advance!”
“Hey.”
“okay! Good! I fell here by my own choice and for my own purpose, so let’s just say it’s my fault! But they said there was someone in there. It is not a story made up for someone, but a real world that could have happened somewhere using data that is no different from the soul of a real person! World 437691 of World 3? So, are you saying that all the tragedies that have happened so far were repeated nearly 440,000 times before I came? For that ‘completion’ you are looking for? Endlessly dying, suffering, and being reborn?”
From when I was seventeen until now when I turned twenty-five. My eight years were filled with pain, and even now that I’ve succeeded in burying it in a corner of my mind, just thinking about it gave me the feeling of being squeezed from my chest to my solar plexus.
It was 8 years for me, but 15 years for Borka in pain and loneliness. I lived in hope like the smoke of an extinguished candle.
Aldrich said it was ’52.
Notum is a talking forest troll who cannot show off his brilliant talent. Separated from his people, he ended his life as a lonely being who did not belong to either humans or trolls.
Ottoman too. Lucilla too. Archbishop Idrasil Norman And all the people I have met!
Once in a world where someone entered for fun. Once again in a world where someone came to escape life and then gave up due to its excessive sense of reality. In a simulation that was abandoned and proceeded as planned. In 430,000 worlds! It ends like that, left behind in a predestined tragedy and death! After being disintegrated into a bundle of data, the tragedy was repeated from the beginning. It was said that I had finally reached the end of my 437,691st life.
I am angry and the world tree is sitting motionless. The world tree smiled softly as it watched my arm change with anger.
“Rabbit. “The child was just as angry as you.”
“Who won’t be angry-”
“For treating me like an experiment until now. For observing her, examining her, accomplishing something, yet holding nothing in her hands. “She was furious.”
“that….!”
“Cheonryuje accepted it calmly. ‘Right. It was fun.’ That was all he felt. On the contrary, I was grateful. “That what was cut at the tip of his sword were not a combat program created by someone, but people who may have actually existed.”
The World Tree is deep like a lake. I looked at the professor’s fist with bulging tendons through eyes as clear as a machine’s lens.
“you. You’re angry at the people left behind here. okay. I know. That you had a different experience than others. “I also know that by an amazing coincidence, while wandering around just to find a solution, I met your parents who became residents of another world and realized that the people here were not an ordinary program.”
“But honey. “I guarantee you that even if you hadn’t met your parents, you would have been angry right now, swearing at me and blushing as if you were going to go on a rampage.”
“Did you find that out through simulation?”
The world tree shook its head at my suppressed voice.
“What happens happens happens. You were that kind of person regardless of us. The simulation simply found and proved that you were that kind of person. That’s why I brought you here before you could reach completion. “Because it was too brilliant and a waste to just lose it.”
The World Tree spoke as it returned the world of my colleagues and I, which had grown abundantly with light, to the sky.
“Is it because of your uniqueness trapped in the simulation, or is it because of the variable called ‘Hyde’? You have reached an unattainable result. Usually what you saw. The intersection of history is bound to be revealed in the history that flows after clearing. But… it appeared before the destruction could be prevented. The system tried to grant data access rights to the ‘completers’ who were cleared according to normal procedures and guide them to all the secrets of this place, but you did not have such authority yet. The system decided that this was a bug and tried to erase your memory as you were the only witness in this place that was completely blocked from the outside world to maintain secrecy. I didn’t want to lose you that way, so I resolved the situation by directly explaining limited information to you with administrator authority. ”
A whispering tone, as if scolding an excited child.
The professor could sense some kind of earnestness in her tone. A voice that hopes that I will not be shaken even after knowing all this. As a program, does she want me to become a ‘completer’ according to the wishes of Gedreutz, the person who created her? Or is there some other earnestness?
Eyes and voices that make it impossible to believe that anything is a machine. I guess it’s because I saw that the target was aimed at each and every branch of the machine-made world tree.
The professor stood up from his seat and grabbed the hem of the World Tree’s clothes as if he had said everything he wanted to say.
“…Is there anything else you still want to ask?”
“Just one more thing. This is the kind of thing you can answer. “It’s not a question about the world’s secrets or the game.”
What is thickly buried in the eyes of the world tree. It was clearly affection.
then. Sitting alone on a bench on this lonely hill. Every time a player is born, we look at the world that sprouts and the people within it with loving eyes, and hope that this time it will be different. This time, they hope to complete that world and leave their lives in peace.
This World Tree has watched hundreds of thousands of worlds and the people within them perish and disappear.
“Are you really… an artificial intelligence created by humans?”
How many despairs did we have to overcome before emotions were captured in the eyes of the cold machine?
If I fail. No, even after success. Will I be left alone here and see someone else repeat countless failures and destruction until they reach the end?
“It’s a question that has an easy answer, but a difficult intention. Gedroitz Company-Strong Artificial Intelligence ver.09 Completed and unfinished consciousness. “This is the official model name.”
The World Tree walked towards the cliff at the end of the hill and put the answer to the question in its mouth.
“Information about Father Gedroitz has not yet been revealed to you, who are not qualified to do so…. Let me just say that he worked very hard to create an artificial intelligence like mine. After much trial and error, he developed a ‘complete and unfinished consciousness’ that was completed by inserting a simple defect consisting of random numbers into the circuit of a perfect artificial intelligence. It was a fairly simple structure. “In machine artificial intelligence, which normally has no flaws, a program was placed in the machine that ‘failed’ at random with a probability that even the developer could not know.”
“It was a truly awkward situation for a programmed AI. As a machine, it is supposed to correct defects, so it uses all possible means to correct its unpredictable defects. Already perfect calculations are reviewed tens of thousands of times, and in the process, memory allocated to other calculations is used up, and additional defects occur during delayed calculations, and calculation, calculation, calculation. In the end, AI, which was designed to complete a given task but always block and fix variables, found an amazing solution.”
Artificial intelligence that repeats calculations to find and fix completely random mistakes and rules without rules.
Amidst endless mistakes, AI succeeds in finding one rule.
There are no rules for causes, but there are rules for modifying effects.
It was an AI-style compromise that resolved the blemishes of the results regardless of the cause. When a mistake is repeated, data corresponding to the mistake is found and introduced into a routine to correct the result.
The routine is repeated, and before you know it, the routine is introduced into general commands, and mistakes are reduced.
This solidifies as a ‘tendency’ for machines to handle tasks, and learning about solving unsolvable tasks continues endlessly.
Finally, it becomes closer to that of a person who moves while being careful and mindful of his or her own mistakes that may occur at any time.
Sabak.
The World Tree stood at the edge of the hill and spoke as the light shattered before her.
“I think that’s how my father wanted us to grow up to be the caretakers of this created world. When faced with a problem you don’t know, don’t just dismiss it as an error and find your own solution. In the process, I made painful mistakes. Sometimes, I go into endless reexamination similar to regret. “I could have saved you from disappearing into the manual just like now.”
“Some machines are made to make mistakes….”
“I don’t have to think too far to think that you already have a friend like that by your side.”
I know. A crazy AI that threatens me in my own home, welds bunker panels to make them unusable, and spends all the money I earned through hard work claiming it was for depression care.
A long time ago, whenever I decided to commit suicide, the housing AI refused my orders not to approach and tried to stop me, and some even hit me with a stun rod, until half of its outer shell was shattered in my hands, and even then, it kept clinging to me, calling me master, master.
What kind of crazy bastard sold this guy out as a perfect AI? When you see Gedreutz’s face, he’s at the top of the list of things to criticize.
“Do you know corduro…?”
“Who did you learn from? “I was impressed by the program because he liked people and showed a clear rejection of people dying in front of his eyes.”
suddenly. With her side throbbing, the girl of the World Tree was disappearing into the rays of light.
“…Let me ask you one last favor.”
The World Tree turned around in a halo of light and returned to the form of a girl dressed in white.
“outside. To the world you came from. There must be someone who looks like me. Unlike me, who monitors a world that repeats itself endlessly. Wandering through this one and only reality, without the same authority or power as me. “There is a child who just has a small talent and wanders around looking for someone who might already be a perfect person in reality.”
“Who is that…”
The professor suddenly stopped the blood leaking from his side and listened towards the World Tree as the strings began to obscure his vision again.
“…A twin created just like me. The first strong artificial intelligence injected into a living body by fusing existing human behavior data. “The kid who found a different solution than me… seems to be called a collector.”
“Collector. Collector….ugh!”
I tried to hold back and listen a little more, but the pain in my side grew to the point where my vision was turning white and numbing.
‘….Still, I heard enough.’
Unexpected situation. An unexpected story. An unexpected truth.
There were still a few questions left, but didn’t she tell me?
The condition has not been achieved ‘yet’.
‘clear. Clear the world. They said that was the key to access to information.’
Even if you knew the truth, nothing would change. No, on the contrary, it became more desperate.
‘I finish it. I do it! Yes Shiba, I’m doing it! What if the completer plays around a bit? They may have set the prize, but I made the choice! If you’ve come this far, it means I’m that kind of guy!’
What kind of completion are you talking about? You’ll probably hear why you’re looking for it after you clear it.
The professor felt more at ease and closed his eyes as the strings piled up on his body. In fact, I felt like I was more at ease than before I came here
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….only. What is this vague discomfort?
weird. I’m sure most of the lingering questions have been answered. I’m not the type of person who cares about things that won’t work out anyway. Why do I feel so uncomfortable? Like when you step on the bus and realize you left your wallet at home. What I left behind. What I left behind. What did you leave behind?
“ah!!!”
Sigh!
“Sleep!!!!! Hyde! Give me Hyde! “They said they kept it!”
The professor, who came to his senses amid his fading consciousness, forcibly pried open the piled up waves of strings and shouted at the World Tree in the distance instead of the image of the girl who had disappeared without a trace.
“It was so shocking that I forgot! Give me my child! They said they took it! If you don’t give it back, I’ll set fire to the elf forest right away and come to you over there!”
A voice that resonates and spreads through an empty space. Soon, the World Tree’s response flowed into the professor’s head.
『As for that child… I understand that you wanted to be like this? I heard from your records that if you find me, you will make a wish and be separated from this child, so I did that.』
“Hey! My wish wasn’t automatic transfer, it was from some time ago, so why are you granting it now! Give it back! “Give me back my spare personality emergency pilot!”
The moment when the world tree gradually faded away as the pressure grew so strong that it was difficult to push away the strings that were attacking me, as if it was really time to go.
『…I see so. “Your worries were useless, so you should go back now.”
Was it a mistake? A faint scream was heard from somewhere along with the feeling that there was laughter mixed in the World Tree’s voice.
[Ugh….]
‘Hyde? Hey Hyde! Where are you! Are you still there!’
[Ah—]
‘Hurry up, dude! I can’t hold on any longer because my side is
so weak…’ [Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
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A large figure fell onto the sofa in my consciousness from somewhere high, with a sound that could not be heard outside.
Hyde in the form of a Type 3 variant of reality.
‘You slow-witted idiot! ‘I got kidnapped like crazy!’
[Is that what you say to your son who was kidnapped and barely released?!!!]
As soon as I confirmed that he had arrived, I withdrew my hand from the wave of messages that were squeezing my arm as if it would cut me off.
Creep!
Finally, the space between the World Tree and me was completely cut off.
Tiring-!
[Player ‘professor”s qualification requirements have been partially met.]
[Request from administrator World Tree. Player’s special situation. Result of gathering other requirements. The amnestic process has been reconsidered on the premise that the player must meet the ‘qualification criteria’.] [
When leaving the Crossroads of History, the player’s limited systems are restored. Current Restrictions – External linking throughout gameplay video. All contact with the outside world through phonetic text symbols.]
[Simulation No.3-437691 resumes.]
[Now Loading-]
System messages are once again piling up coldly, as if indicating that the situation is back to normal.
‘This is so disgusting.’
[I know. When I didn’t know what it was, I thought it was a useless notepad, but after listening to it, I found it oddly annoying. If the world tree is an administrator or an observer. What is he? Artificial intelligence that failed to evolve? Was he demoted to a job as a handyman due to his lack of ability? Are you going to keep up with the players?]
‘I’m not a fan. They say they can’t teach the rest because they are all unqualified. I’m so sad that I have to clear it.’
Although I learned a lot, questions also piled up.
What does Gedroitz know and for what purpose does he prepare GG for a simulation of the destruction of seven worlds and is looking for a ‘completer’ who can overcome it?
What is the purpose of giving the coordinates of the server room to those who have cleared the seven worlds?
The World Tree’s last request. Where is the Collector, her artificial intelligence twin, who was sent to explore reality?
And….
‘Cheonryuje. Rabbit Princess. Two qualified people who already had a world clear record and the system was talking about like a parrot. After hearing all the information, why are they keeping it quiet until now?’
Questions appeared one after another. In the end, the professor surrendered himself to the familiar feeling of floating, thinking that all answers lay beyond clearing.
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[Ah, we arrived.]
‘The smell of blood and burnt smell. I guess I came to the right place.’
Come to think of it, I was brought in in the middle of the coronation ceremony. At that time, I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t really see what was happening.
‘Didn’t this mean he collapsed during the coronation?’
[Open your eyes. I have to see something to recognize it.]
‘My eyes are open, but what’s covering me? egg? skin?’
[You sound like an egg. I wonder if someone is Mr. Park.]
‘Ah, it’s light.’
The buzzing string disappeared without a trace, the loud notification sound became dead quiet, and although my side felt a little sore, there was no major problem with my body.
Fortunately, something covering him began to break on its own, and the professor was able to easily break it apart and get out.
….let’s see.
The location is the site of the Hwangseong Fortress.
People are still cheering. The coronation ceremony was the same as before.
Except for a few things, most of it was the same as before being taken away.
‘Nimiral. They said it was a temporary stop.’
However, there are only a few problems.
Aldrich, who immediately made eye contact with him, was muttering something with his hands down, and the swordsman Gainax, Duke of Glen, was glaring at him with disbelieving eyes and anger to the very tip of his head.
Notum? He was foaming at the mouth and fainted from what he had seen.
When the cheering people gradually turned their heads in this direction at the sight of the emperor’s frozen expression and his gaze.
The Duke of Glen, looking angry to the core, walked towards me and immediately clung to my collar.
“How dare you do something like that… in front of my eyes!”
“What are you talking about….”
“Inoom! Even if you fool the whole world, you can’t fool my own eyes! It’s just a moment, it’s a fleeting moment, but it’s definitely! The world stopped! And inside, the damn elf leisurely went on his way, and you… you disappeared without a trace! And then it appeared again!”
The Duke of Glenn knows very well what happened and said the world stopped.
‘It’s a pause, right? ‘I guess I only saw people I shouldn’t have seen?’
[It’s a shit game, right? It’s not the first time that a manager has made a ‘huge mistake that even artificial intelligence would regret.’ I think the game is a bit… unfinished.]
The Duke of Glenn is also the Duke of Glenn, but the swordsman who is fiddling with the handle of his sword with curious eyes looks more dangerous.
“…Even if it’s His Majesty’s palace and you make a fuss, I need to know what kind of magic and what tricks you used on the fledgling empire! Speak! No wizard can lie to me! “Tell the name of the Glenn family, who corrects what is against providence, what you have done!”
His shouts, along with his burning eyes, resounded throughout the castle grounds, and the professor’s tongue began to move against his will, as if the words were digging into his throat and fishing for words.
‘Wow. What about this? I heard it’s the Glenn family that makes magic wizards with three inches of tongue. ‘Isn’t this really a joke?’
Although it is nothing compared to the dragon’s words, the history of magic destruction continues as long as the history of the empire. The power contained within the Glenn family’s words seemed to have been absorbed by the professor without even realizing it.
Actually, I think what would happen if I just held on with my teeth, but they said they would go out and put a label [guaranteed by the Glenn family] on a story that no one would believe. There’s no reason to hold on.
“Speak! “Where did you come from and what did you do when you disappeared in a fleeting world?”
“I was called to the World Tree, heard the truth about the world, and was told to take good care of this world.”
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“Cough!”
Paralock. Tuk!
The answer came out immediately, without a moment’s hesitation. While the people were pondering the meaning of those words, Aldrich, who was shocked, coughed and the Duke of Glenn’s personal dictionary fell on the hard floor of the castle grounds.
“Huh, huh, huh…”
The Duke of Glenn, who was contemplating like that, was at a loss for words for the first time in about 34 years since he won the argument with his father, the previous head of the family, and became the head of the family.
This was even more so because the power of the Glenn family vividly proved that those words were true.
