Chen Xiaohui's accidental death was not publicized. The financial backer behind the scenes did not want to attract the attention of the police, nor did he want the game designers he had just hired to panic. They were already hesitant about becoming test subjects, and if Chen Xiaohui's case were exposed, they would probably be frightened and refuse to participate in the experiment.
Thus, Chen Xiaohui disappeared under the pretext of being transferred to the data control room. Because of certain confidentiality agreements, he could not enter or leave at will. After considering it for a few days, most of the others could not resist the temptation of the one hundred million US dollars and signed to participate in this experiment.
Three days later, nearly twenty game programmers uploaded their memories and separated their consciousness through a brain-computer interface, becoming new life forms in the game world. In subsequent experiments, it was successfully verified that they could be Samsara after death.
This successful data has encouraged many investors. Although the final step of replicating the game environment has not yet been successful, at least the most important step has been proven.
Data can exist indefinitely, as long as there is a suitable simulation environment, it can exist forever.
Human civilization has existed for over six thousand years. Every civilization, regardless of its origin, has its own objects of worship, and the principles behind their creation vary. But ultimately, they all stem from the same source!
That is, people want to avoid the reality of birth, aging, illness, and death!
Everyone fears death, yet no one can resist it. The only thing one can do is hypnotize oneself, imagining a wonderful divine world where there is a new place to go after death, where one can live forever in another place.
But the smarter a person is, the more they understand that those so-called myths are all false. No matter how much wealth or power you possess, once you die, you have nothing left. The higher up a person is, the less they can accept this.
Now, a real chance for immortality has finally appeared. It's no longer some ethereal deity, no longer some nonsense imagination, but reality. Although the method is somewhat unusual, the result has already satisfied them.
"Excellent. Very good!" A white-haired, blue-eyed Englishman expressed great satisfaction with the data in the report. A total of nineteen people participated in the experiment, and all of them experienced no accidents during the brain-computer interface data transmission. Not only were their memories intact, but their independent personalities also appeared to be normal, and they could be withdrawn from their bodies at any time. This meant that the data life was not just a memory, but a real and authentic self.
The data regarding Samsara is even more perfect: seven people died unexpectedly in the game, but all of them successfully Samsara in a very short time and returned to the human world!
Although this game world is dangerous enough, the feature of immortality has indeed been achieved!
The other Westerners at the conference table also smiled. The project didn't cost much, but the pressure was immense. It was criticized as an Human Dao experiment, and if it were discovered that they had participated, it would be a huge blow to their reputation.
Having taken such a big risk, it seems the result has been quite good.
The remaining task is to properly arrange the transition.
"Has there been no progress in the replication experiment?" several pale-faced old men asked.
The person in charge quickly replied, "There's been new progress. With Pu Yunchuan's help, most of the data has been sorted out and copied. The second simulated world is about to be born."
"How long is 'soon'?" one of the older women asked in a very unfriendly tone.
"The second experimental simulation can begin as early as next Monday," the person in charge said hurriedly.
That old woman held a very high position; she was the highest-ranking judge in the America, and her family had been deeply involved in the legal system for many years. In many cases, their power was even greater than that of the president, and many people present were even wary of her.
Unfortunately, this woman was suffering from a terminal illness and was experiencing high levels of anxiety.
After receiving the exact time "Monday," the woman's expression softened slightly.
The doctor has given her final notice that she needs surgery. Her family is also urging her to have the surgery, but she knows very well that the success rate of her surgery is less than 20%, and she knows very well what her younger family members are thinking with their enthusiasm.
The older people get, the more they like to cling to power. This is a common problem for everyone. She held onto the family's financial and political power tightly. Her son, who was over sixty years old, still listened to her every word. He probably wished she were dead long ago.
For her, being merely an ordinary data life form was not enough. She needed to become a super data life form like Pu Yunchuan, possessing the ability of Samsara and immortality. Only in this way could she suppress those below her and maintain her power.
Elders in the family will also side with them because of the success of this experiment.
"How confident are you?" Elder Liu asked.
"Well... it's hard to explain." The person in charge gave a wry smile, not daring to lie, and honestly said, "Right now, we can't even explain why only this simulation environment can Samsara. We can only try our best to copy the code. If we don't understand the Central Plains, we really can't say for sure that we can copy it successfully. Time is of the essence, and we've already done our best to achieve this."
"I don't want to hear excuses!" the woman said coldly. "You'd better pray that world is a successful simulation, otherwise..."
The woman's threatening tone was quite obvious, and the several people in charge kept their heads down, not daring to refute her.
The people in this conference room are all high-ranking figures; killing them is no different than killing an ant!
Hopefully, Pu Yunchuan will be more reliable.
" Laoda, why is it that only our game can Samsara?"
In the game world, on the local area network, several guys who had already connected their data were asking Pu Yunchuan questions out of curiosity.
Looking at this group of guys who were unaware of how serious things were, Pu Yunchuan sighed inwardly. Most of them didn't fare well later on, and many of them hadn't even found their way back to where they were.
"I don't know either. Maybe it's because the games we make are so realistic that our memories unconsciously identify with them."
"Why don't they just make a game that's just as realistic?"
"You think this is just for cooking a meal? Do you think those big shots can wait?" Chen Qing laughed.
High-quality games, even with massive budgets, require time to develop. For example, the handling of intelligent NPCs alone demands the computational power of artificial intelligence to build up gradually. How could such a masterpiece be created in less than three to five years?
But can those important figures wait three to five years?
"Hey Laoda, do you think we're immortal now that this experiment was a success?" one of them exclaimed excitedly. "When I get old, I want to come in here and live again in the game world!"
"Yeah, we'll all be billionaires when we get back this time. Tsk tsk, we can live a carefree life, and even after we die, we can go into a game we designed and live a new life. Wow, this script, I never even dreamed of it. God is really kind to me."
Looking at this group of people full of hope for the future, Chen Qing felt a mix of emotions.
He wasn't sure what happened to his former colleagues, but he was certain they weren't living as comfortably as they were now claiming.
If I'm not mistaken, these people probably won't have a good ending.