Strictly speaking, the blue house they had been inside earlier was merely a "local area network" Songbird had created, or rather, a cloud drive built by borrowing the network's surplus computing power.
Now that the walls had opened, it was equivalent to being connected to Cyberspace beyond the Blackwall. What lay before them in its entirety was the true Cyberspace, an infinite world existing within a universe built from bits and bytes.
However, unlike the world changes Su Ming had encountered in the past, everything here was woven from light and shadow, data and electronics. The worlds he had seen before had mostly been made of "matter." The only thing the two seemed to share was "stories"?
Walking along the path floating in midair, Su Ming observed and pondered. This was the process by which a human came to understand a world, and he was trying to find inspiration for his mission among different kinds of worlds.
Perhaps this was what the old saying meant by drawing inferences from one example to another?
Of course, Cyberspace could not be considered a complete world or universe. Too many concepts were missing here. For example, amid this boundless virtual expanse, there was no fixed horizon and no true sense of up or down. "Space" itself was incomplete; its essence was strings of characters.
Beyond that, "time," a subjective concept of living beings, was also incomplete here. Since all sensations were converted into electronic signals and merged with the essence of this place, the perceived speed of time's passage naturally varied from person to person.
That was why Adjutant had made him enter in the flesh. Only then could he retain his proper sensory abilities rather than being assimilated by Cyberspace.
These walls, peeled back layer by layer, restricted the flow of information.