Mora's words were rather convoluted, but Ronan understood them immediately.
That was right. At the level of Extraordinary Species, the Logic of the Self had already overwhelmed the race's innate sensory structure. Strictly speaking, every Extraordinary Species could arrive at an entirely different perception of this world.
Any two Extraordinary Species, even identical twins, would find it difficult to understand what kind of sensory system the other's Form and Spirit Framework had ultimately established after becoming an Extraordinary Species, so long as their paths of growth differed—and how they observed, dismantled, and recombined the objects they could perceive...
After cultivating and mastering Magneto-Optical Mica, Ronan felt this more deeply than most.
He nodded slightly. "That's true."
Mora exhaled an aura tinged with alcohol. "Right? It's like a messy puzzle... You can ignore the repetitive, crude pieces, but the ones that can piece together the truth of the world—finding them and assembling a pattern you'll never know is complete or not, isn't that fascinating?"
"So..."
"So I especially want to know what this world looks like through your eyes, and through the eyes of that little girl called Raven. Especially Xia City as it is now—such a delicate spatiotemporal environment, one that could become turbulent and magnificent at any moment. What does it look like to you?"
Mora's voice was becoming increasingly clear and bright to everyone else:
"Of course, I can't dig out your eyeballs and put them into my own sockets. I still have to rely on those clumsy machines and self-important editing to obtain secondhand, or even third-, fourth-, fifth-, sixth-, and seventhhand information. But it's better than nothing, right?
"For now, I'm quite satisfied with getting this much. It's proof of friendship!
"Since we've come this far, I also know that some people are being practical. To