Chapter 1,254 Parliament’s Assistance

A colonial ship carrying hundreds of thousands of exiles was preparing to leave the port. It was an old gray-white transport ship. Its square hull looked rustic and shabby among the other powerfully designed battleships in the star port. However, Considering that this mission will not leave the Imperial area, such a transport ship is enough to complete the mission. All the conservative Merova people on the road to exile have boarded the ship. They set off on a cold morning and arrived at the star port through the portal without disturbing the tranquility of the Shadow City. At the beginning of this long journey, not many people saw them off, but what was sad was that the only ones who saw them off included their elder sister and Pandora.

This is probably the last thing most conservative officers would have expected, a farewell person appearing in front of them.

"I don't like this atmosphere," my sister stood beside me, watching as the tractor beams connecting the transport ship and the star port were closed one by one, and the small ground support ships were leaving the transport ship's engines and debugging windows. She combed her hair, "But after thinking about it at home, it's better to give it to them."

Pandora watched expressionlessly as the transport ship slowly left the star port connection bridge. It was so huge that in our eyes, it seemed like a mountain was floating away from the steel ground beneath our feet. The little general stretched his body straight, I don’t know if she remembered the scene when she reviewed the Merova fleet and stood on the command platform to watch them go out. The last time she saw these veterans was at the port of the exile ship, Pandora, who was probably expressionless, felt quite sad in her heart. There must be some emotion.

The spaceship left the starport, and the ring-shaped driving engines arranged around the waist of the ship gradually became brighter, pushing this huge steel body to quickly shrink to the size of a fingernail in our sight, and then turned into a blue-white streak. The flash disappeared into space in an instant, and the exiles bid farewell to the civilized world.

Surviving the Stone Age is a tough challenge, but I believe it. Most of these people will survive. The transport ship will unload them to a selected ecological planet in the Exile Universe. They were left with only a small amount of food. After that, the spacecraft will not return here, but will stay in the orbit of the penal colony, monitoring the situation in the penal colony as a satellite and observation orbit station. This is the entire content of the first-level exile. All that's left is to see how those exiles go on.

After leaving the star port, Sandora and I came to another universe: the home of the Fourth Fleet and the Fifth Fleet. By the way, we also brought Tavel with us, eh. I brought Tavel's quality projection with me. Normally, every time we meet, we can only see Tavel's quality projection busy. How long has it been since I saw the real body of this bespectacled lady?

Kerudak, the capital of the exiles, has now completely transformed into a vibrant and efficient planet. Although the arrival of the Fifth Fleet has brought a huge burden of resources to this exiled mixed civilization, it has also brought them incomparable abundance. The labor force and a large amount of technical data, and after the empire helped solve the living space and subsistence material difficulties of the exiles, this mixed civilization had no worries and could start their revival work at full speed. Now they have spread their fully developed colonies beyond their own star system and established a stable information network and transportation network within the star system, and outside the star system. The colonial stars that have received a large amount of support from the empire have been able to survive initially, and it is no problem to at least establish small-scale colonies. Some of the old colonial ships of the Fifth Fleet have been repaired. It is still in use, and some of them have simply given up repairing. It is said that Cocokina ordered the dismantling of these space fortresses and transferred their life support, communication, energy and other messy systems to the surface. This is quite innovative. The measures, and now it seems to be effective, the exiles' new home is running at an alarming speed with the support of these patchwork equipment.

The empire’s help to the exiles and the excellent diplomatic efforts of the tree elves now seem to have achieved great results. We can visit the planet of the exiles as normal visitors, and we will also be welcomed to a certain extent. I don’t know this. It may not be considered that the old feud has been settled, but the tit-for-tat feeling between the empire and the exiles has indeed disappeared. And I have said before that the new generation among the exiles has not experienced the pursuit of the past, and their ability to accept the new empire is stronger than the older generation. Maybe I should consider letting the Imperial Military Academy select from the exiles now. A group of children enrolling in school? In my impression, studying abroad seems to be the most efficient way to export and compromise culture...

The small shuttle we took docked directly at the building where the Parliament is located. The latter had already known in advance that guests were coming, and was waiting for us on the platform with several old men who looked like experts and scholars. As soon as I got off the shuttle, I raised my hand and said hello to the translucent woman in front of me: "Hey, I've been waiting for a long time."

The council seemed to be dominated by a gentle personality today. With a warm smile, she said unhurriedly: "Your way of greeting is still so cordial. I already understand. Do you want to know about the technology of soul fusion body regeneration?" ?”

It seemed that the "Parliament" had already understood the general situation, and the experts and scholars following her seemed to be professionals in related fields. I nodded and followed the "Parliament" into the building. Anyway, there is no need for any nonsense from both sides. In the parliament hall, I put forward my question directly: "Is there a way to create a collective consciousness among a group of souls that have been fused together and have not been active in hundreds of years? You can Consider this a special kind of resurrection.”

"The Yunad people have developed conscious symbionts with the help of racial talent," the council pointed at themselves. "We are born in a network with a distributed pyramid structure. Well, this network is integrated with yours, and everyone can do it. The spiritual connection as a node is different. When we have sex, we are divided into small groups. Each group has its own spiritual leader. A spiritual leader can extend his spiritual power to other people. With this leader as a 'server', other tribesmen can exchange their own spiritual powers. In other words, we have a large number of spiritual networks arranged in a pyramid shape, and these spiritual networks are included in a higher pyramid from a higher level. Spiritual leader. We live in this kind of network, regardless of each other, without any concept of personal interests. Everything is for the collective. Like a swarm. Therefore, we have the conditions to create a community of consciousness."

"Is it a network composed of a large number of servers carrying basic clients?" Sandora nodded professionally, "It's different from our spiritual connection. We don't need anyone to act as a server. We don't need a subnet or a main network layer either. Connecting the network layer by layer will reduce efficiency. However, for ordinary races, your mental connection method is indeed less difficult, and the requirements for individuals will be much lower. You allocate the computing difficulty to the network architecture."

"Now the topic returns to those human brain arrays you mentioned..." The body of the council flickered, and the facial expressions and appearance details suddenly changed, as if switching personalities, "Let me see what they are like. Race. Talent is not the only condition that determines whether consciousness fusion and regeneration can be successful, I want to see what their status is."

As I opened my portable space, I looked at the council curiously: "Why did you suddenly switch personalities?"

"Oh, that personality just now suffered from severe bleeding," the council replied quite naturally. "When I heard the bloody name of Human Brain Array, I knew that my personality No. 26 would definitely not be able to withstand it."

... Damn it, so the collective consciousness can still be used in this way? !

"This is that kind of human brain array host." I released a copycat host that I brought with me when I came here from the portable space. After all, if I want the council to help, I must at least give them a sample. A huge metal sphere with a diameter of more than ten meters was placed in front of everyone. Under the metal ball is a base that shines with faint light. There are complex magic patterns and regularly arranged crystal arrays on the base. This is the soul maintenance system specially designed for Alleria after she removed the human brain array hosts from those royal starships. When Barian designed the human brain array host, he obviously did not imagine that the latter would be disassembled again. Therefore, their soul maintenance systems are disposable and will be scrapped once they are disassembled. Without this base to provide stability, the sphere will The human brain array will all die in just thirty minutes, and their souls will be scattered.

"It looks normal on the outside..." The council stepped forward and carefully touched the metal ball that was more than ten meters high... The base below, because the base was two and a half meters high, she couldn't reach it. Above, "Is this what your starship host looks like?"

"Well, for the sake of compatibility, the rebels completely copied the interface and shell of the empire's standard ship-based host." I found the control crystal board Alleria had told me about on the base and chose to open the host shell. "The next screen You need to be mentally prepared for the harsh words.”

"Zizzi" A slight pressure relief sound came from the surface of the metal ball more than ten meters high. An almost undetectable pale white gas was released from the seam of its shell, and then a low buzzing sound was emitted from the base below the metal ball. , the soul stabilizing array is increasing the output power to prevent external environmental stimulation from harming those souls that have lost their original protective barrier. Then the shell of the metal ball tilts upward, fully opening like an orange petal, revealing the inside Neat polyhedral structures, and arrays within these polyhedral structures.

"There is also a red soul crystal at the core of this device, which binds thousands of undead." I turned to look at the council, "You should be able to feel them, given your current life form."

The council stared dumbly at the human brain matrix that almost challenged the world view, and their expressions were extremely ugly. I said next to them: "I was also seriously shocked at first. I didn't expect that a normal intelligent race would collectively become so insane, but they are. ...Well, you don’t look good, is that okay?”

The council turned his attention, the details on his face changed again, and his temperament also changed: this was another personality change. She glanced at me with embarrassment: "Um... I'm sorry, personality number 14 has trypophobia and was just replaced. Now I'm number 18, so it's probably... no problem."

Me: "..." Today we are here to do business and save all sentient beings, okay? Can you be more reliable?

Of course, I turned that sentence around twice in my mind, but in the end I still didn’t dare to say it.

The parliament's personality No. 18 should be a strong-willed person. She does not suffer from blood sickness or trypophobia. She is currently communicating with the trapped souls in the human brain array: she opens her arms, and her arms are free from The elbows began to turn into scattered light spots in the air, just like the hands had dissipated, and these light spots formed a mist. Gradually spread into the host. The soul crystal at the core of the human brain array must have resonated with the parliament. Because I saw an abnormal internal reading displayed on the control panel of the host base. Of course, this abnormal reading does not pose a threat to the host.

"Alleria partially activated these souls, freeing them from centuries of suppression, but because all the souls were mixed together. They didn't present a dominant voice that they could communicate with," I looked at The expression on the council's face kept changing, and he casually mentioned what the kite angel told him, "This is how Alleria described it."

"Yes. It's a mess," the council's body returned to its original state, and she nodded, "This will happen if the souls of ordinary life forms are fused together. They are not adapted to the state of spiritual fusion, so they can only conflict with each other and have entangled memories. , confused thinking, and finally turned into a noisy and chaotic group of consciousness. No consciousness can be strong enough to remain independent in this environment. But there is good news: this can all be solved. They have already merged hundreds of people into such chaos. Year. Now they are almost integrated, and the conflicts between them have weakened to the point where they can be handled. And... I found that some of the consciousnesses have gained the upper hand, and they should be able to serve as the core thinking after resurrection."

"Have the upper hand?" Sandora raised her eyebrows, "I can probably guess what's going on."

"I don't know what you guessed. Anyway, according to my observation, these souls were stripped off at different times. The oldest souls have clear anger and a lot of logical memories, while the new young souls are increasingly confused. , a state of confusion, memory is getting thinner and thinner, and there is almost no clear self-concept. This is a very abnormal phenomenon. It stands to reason that the consciousness of the stripped soul should weaken over time, and the oldest soul should also weaken. The weakest and newest soul is more sober, but among the noisy voices, the young voices are whispering, and only the oldest voice is roaring... Ah, you probably can't hear this explanation. I understand, that’s basically the situation anyway.”

I nodded: "I know what's going on: the oldest souls are the fallen soldiers who resisted the invaders. The rebels were unable to suppress the anger of these soldiers, so the extracted souls have been furious, and the new ones have been The souls come from slaves who have been oppressed for hundreds of years, and the Merova people have brainwashed them from generation to generation, making each generation more docile."

"Really, so to speak, these oldest souls are really hard-core," the council showed an expression of approval. "Using these tenacious souls as the main body, channel the memories of other remnant souls as secondary personalities, and then use It should be no problem for the Yunad people to resuscitate them with their technology. We know how to protect fragile individual minds, and we are much better than you at this point."

"That's why I asked you for help." I said to the council with a smile. I finally found a solution to a somewhat troublesome matter, which made me feel happy. The council couldn't help but look curious at me: "Then let me ask more: What does the empire want to do to resurrect some of these cluster consciousnesses?"

"Um, this question is important?"

"No, I just feel a little concerned. You should know that mortal souls have many weaknesses: inefficiency, fragility, and being bound by emotions at all times. Therefore, even if the Nader method is used, these souls are aggregated When they are resurrected, they can only form some spiritual bodies that are relatively powerful for mortals. For you, spiritual bodies of this level can probably be mass-produced in thousands at a lower cost. Yes. Isn’t it a waste to spend so much effort to resurrect these souls?”

"Probably..." I knew why the parliament had such doubts. "The empire never does wasteful things, but if it is to compensate for our mistakes, we are still willing to pay some price. I know an emperor named Aura* *Human, for a mistake of her own, she and all her soldiers voluntarily gave up half of their personality, and they gave up forever. The trapped souls you see, their situation is more or less the same as what the empire had planted back then. are related to hidden dangers, so within the scope of its ability, the new empire will correct the mistakes of the year one by one."

The expression on the council's face changed subtly, and I noticed that the temperament around her changed again. Then this cluster consciousness, which had experienced many vicissitudes and had dealt with the empire for tens of thousands of years, nodded slightly to Sandora and me: "I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you. I salute you in the name of the Nader people. It seems that although Apostle Xiling is arrogant, he is not afraid to admit his mistakes. With this effort, everything will be fine."

I smiled at her and asked by the way: "Um... did you switch personalities again just now?"

The council nodded: "Well, to use a word I saw on the Imperial Data Network not long ago, the personality of No. 18 is a bit arrogant. She was embarrassed to say those few words just now. Let me introduce myself, I am One Hundred and Thirteen. Number 16.”

I:"……"

Why did I never notice that Parliament has such a weird side when I came into contact with it before? Could it be that because we were unfamiliar with each other before, the other party used official rhetoric from beginning to end, but I didn't notice that she changed her personality every five minutes?

"Ahem, in short, this sample host will stay with you for the time being. The technical information on maintaining the soul and brain in the host is in the database of the console." I coughed twice to ease the embarrassment, and followed behind me along the way. Tavel (mass projection), who didn't say anything but curiously studied the Toberu-type psionic energy equipment, pushed forward and said, "This is my chief researcher. I asked her to assist you. Well, I also agreed with you before. She hopes to understand how you aggregate these souls, and in exchange, we will provide you with key technologies on the secondary cycle of psionic energy."

This was all something she had discussed with the parliament through the dedicated line before she came, so neither the other party nor the group of scientists behind her expressed any objections. Tavel's quality projection will temporarily stay here as a technical exchange talent: that coffin controller This opportunity has been long awaited. She looked at the translucent figure of the parliament eagerly, and the first words she said were very characteristic of her mad scientist: "I am also very interested in your life form when we first met. If possible, I hope you can cooperate with me to learn more. If you do more research, I will also give you more technical information with His Majesty the Emperor's permission..."

Before the welcoming smile on the council's face could fade away, it suddenly stiffened and its tone was particularly scary: "Wait...wait! This is different from what was promised..."

Just halfway through her horrifying words, her temperament changed again, and then she smiled awkwardly at Sandora and me: "Sorry, No. 136 has mild persecution delusions and I am No. 76... …”

Sandora and I: "..."