So, I actually participated voluntarily in the first place?
Chen Qing felt as if she had remembered some things and had some understanding of the current situation.
The first thing to be certain of is that my experience in that other world was definitely not a dream. According to the attending physician, the data was best when I participated in the experiment, which means that my mental simulation was most effective when it was inputted.
Could we then consider that previous memory to be actually a simulation?
No. That shouldn't be the case. With their nascent technology, how could they simulate something so complex?
If it's not a simulation, then there's only one other possibility.
In the Underworld you transmigrate to, there is something that can immerse you in your deepest memories; only deepest memories can completely bind you.
Chen Qing didn't know the specifics, and could only ponder them slowly. Given the current situation, he also wanted to take a good look at what those deep memories were.
"Mr. Chen Qing, before you talk to your brother, I want to clarify two points. First, you can't talk about anything too emotional. Your brother can't handle too much emotional fluctuation right now, so please remember, you mustn't argue."
"I know," Chen Qing nodded.
"Secondly, avoid discussing overly complex topics, and try not to talk about the results of his previous data experience, otherwise it can easily cause mental confusion."
"Can't I ask that?" Chen Qing frowned.
"Try not to ask." The attending physician frowned. The data experiment had a huge impact on the brain, and the patient was in a very fragile state. If it caused neurological disorders, the patient might go into shock.
"If that's the case, how can he participate in the next experiment?"
"That's different." The doctor shook his head and said, "The next experiment will involve directly inputting data. In other words, from the very beginning, your brother's physical functions will be irrelevant; his consciousness data will already be transmitted to the computer. Whether it succeeds or not will depend on whether the artificial intelligence life form can successfully form based on the input memories."
Chen Qing immediately understood that what the other party meant was that from the next experiment onwards, Pu Yunchuan's body would be essentially physically dead.
Why would my older brother sign off on such an experiment?
Are they really at their wits' end?
Chen Qing felt a pang of emotion. He had heard about everything his elder brother had gone through. His mother had run away when he was young, and his father had never remarried to prevent his son from being abused by a stepmother. He had worked hard to support his son's education, and after much difficulty, his son had found a good job. However, he passed away before he could enjoy his life.
Pu Yunchuan was a loner and had no relatives or friends.
He finally achieved some success, but he didn't even have a peaceful death; instead, he was diagnosed with such a painful terminal illness.
In comparison, I'm doing much better.
"You and she look very alike," was Pu Yunchuan's first sentence.
Actually, Chen Qing said those words himself. He didn't understand what state he was in right now. It was supposed to be a memory, but he could control his own words. So, if the questions he asked were different from what he remembered, would the answers he received still be true?
Chen Qing was unaware of this, but he still wanted to ask the question according to his own wishes.
"Right?" Chen Qing touched his face. "Everyone around us says so too."
"I heard she eventually got divorced, and then she took you with her?"
"It's different here than in China. Women who divorce and have children can claim unlimited child support, which is more advantageous for them."
"Oh, I see." Pu Yunchuan looked at the other person, his expression complicated. "Looks like he doesn't treat you very well either."
"It's really not very good," Chen Qing said, shaking his head.
"So? What do you want to talk to me about?"
"Why not leave a will?" Chen Qing asked curiously, looking at the other person. "Are you really willing to give all your property to her?"
"There's nothing to be resentful about. Once you're dead, you have nothing left. Let her have it; at least she'll remember that her adopted son left her a considerable fortune."
"You seem quite open-minded." Chen Qing was taken aback. He hadn't expected the other person to be so magnanimous, but he'd heard that the other person was a recluse.
"I don't know, maybe I've come to terms with it now," Chen Qing said tentatively.
Now, Pu Yunchuan's body is inhabited by himself, a Pu Yunchuan who has experienced over twenty years of wonderful life in another world. Of course, he can be open-minded about the past. But if it were his past self who was seriously ill, he probably wouldn't be so open-minded. However, what he said now is definitely different from what the Pu Yunchuan of that time said. So, is this different conversation between him and the other person still something from his memories?
"What do you think of this experiment?" Chen Qing asked.
"There's nothing to see here," Pu Yunchuan said calmly. "It's just a drowning person grasping at a straw. No matter how unreliable it is, you have to give it a try, right?"
"That's true." Chen Qing nodded. "I heard that in the last experiment, to keep you conscious, the place where your consciousness was inputted was a game you made yourself."
Upon hearing this, Pu Yunchuan's pupils immediately contracted!
Chen Qing was taken aback by this obvious appearance and quickly stopped talking. He immediately regretted it, as the doctor had just told him not to mention the last experiment. He had only been talking about his mother and wanted to quickly change the subject, but he had forgotten the doctor's instructions.
But Pu Yunchuan suddenly seemed to understand something.
Was Pu Yunchuan's success in the experiment due to the game he designed being used in the experimental environment?
"Why use that game as the experimental environment?" Pu Yunchuan asked quickly.
"Huh?" Chen Qing was taken aback. Although he didn't want to talk about this anymore, seeing his older brother's anxious look, he frowned and said, "Don't you know? The biggest problem with data life uploads is the massive data surge, which can easily dilute the uploaded memories, making it impossible to form an effective consciousness. Research shows that although the uploaded memories have detached from the nervous system, they still have an unknown cohesive force, meaning they are more resilient when encountering familiar things."
"For this reason, several laboratories have begun to conduct experiments in simulated network environments familiar to the subjects. For example, one subject was a lawyer in his previous life, so a virtual law firm game was used as the background to try to maintain his previous consciousness as much as possible. That experiment was the closest to success."
"As for you, since you are a game designer, and it's said that you participated in the development of that wildly popular game for eight years, dedicating yourself entirely to it for those eight years, we've decided that using that game as the simulation environment might increase your chances of success."
"What was the result?" Pu Yunchuan pressed.
"The result is perfect." Chen Qing frowned, wondering why it seemed like the other party knew nothing about it.
"Because it was too perfect, we didn't even have time to stop it when we retrieved your memory data. Many people say that if that experiment had continued, the first data life form might have already been formed."
"The First. Data Life"
Pu Yunchuan murmured the words to himself, and suddenly understood why Pu Yunchuan, the game designer, could become a core member of Data Life, as well as the previous designers. He now had a vague idea of why their genes were preserved.
The reason for all of this is the Origin Project, because I am the first successful data life form!!