No one else could help him think through these questions, because they were all metaphysical philosophical problems. He could only come to understand them himself, not find someone to teach him.
TOAA had already told him everything it could, and it had even given him a bucket of paint, which was equivalent to granting him some rather high-level permissions.
But what came next? He still had to find the observation point himself.
There was not enough information at present, nor did he have any further inspiration. Su Ming was not going to force himself to keep thinking about it.
Unlike most scientists, who would skip food and sleep if they could not figure out a problem, spending every day in the laboratory in pursuit of a breakthrough.
Su Ming had a different style. He preferred to set aside whatever was weighing on his mind, go out for a walk, and see whether life might inspire him and help him find a path by analogy.
Of those forms CAAT had taken before, eighty percent were probably The One. So what would its spirit be like?
No, his mind had started dwelling on it again. Su Ming quickly shook his head, took a swig of beer, and conjured up a griddle and some squid beside the crackling campfire, preparing to make himself a late-night snack.
Grilled squid was one of the few kinds of barbecue he never got tired of. It was not overly greasy, had no huge chunks of fat, and had a nice chew to it.
He could watch a show while he ate, too. A few dozen meters away, Johnny and Rogue had somehow started tearing into each other again. It was clearly just a minor matter involving Johnny's guitar. That guy was really petty.
Put simply, Johnny had