I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 986 - 612 The Lost Youth The Prolonged World
Chapter 986: Chapter 612: The Lost Youth, The Prolonged World [5000 words, thanks to the Alliance leader of Destiny Floral Art!]
Chapter 986 -612: The Lost Youth, The Prolonged World [5000 words, thanks to the Alliance leader of Destiny Floral Art!]
In some ancient science fiction movies, some humans living in pain were extremely envious of artificial intelligence.
Because artificial intelligence can choose what they want to remember and what they forget.
Humans can’t do this. They can only become deeply entrenched in pain and unable to extricate themselves, relying on time to slowly erode their memories and an increasingly stronger will to resist pain.
However, when Harrison Clark as a human being really gained the ability of selective “forgetting”, he suddenly realized that forgetting itself is actually a kind of pain.
The process of severing memories is, in itself, suffering.
Good memories represent the happiness he once experienced. Many unforgettable names lie in these memories – Carrie Thomas, Nora Camp, Martha Owen, Lion, Clark, and his grandfather, Moor Clark.
As well as many life fragments he treasures.
Bad memories represent his growth. There are many images that he doesn’t want to recall, but can’t forget. It is precisely because of these experienced pains that he can become what he wants to be, what humans need him to be.
Happiness invigorates the spirit, failures teach growth.
As long as it’s a memory, good or bad, it can’t be easily severed. All are Harrison Clark’s precious wealth, even more important than knowledge.
If knowledge is forgotten, it can be relearned.
If life is forgotten and he couldn’t find it himself, then he truly has no chance to experience it again.
Harrison Clark experienced ten rebirths, but every life he experienced, whether it was a thousand years ago or a thousand years in the future, were all different and impossible to duplicate.
His subconscious tells him that his existence is built on memories. Discarding memories is a slow, bloodless suicide, as if a person is peeling away their own flesh with a small, blunt, rusted knife.
Harrison Clark actually has a contingency plan.
Even if he ultimately failed to retrieve the stacked memory symbols, and couldn’t retrieve his own memories, Star still has a copy.
But the essence of the backups from Star and the memory symbols are quite different.
The stacked memory symbols contain his own thought patterns, which seamlessly link with quantum rules.
The process of absorbing memory symbols is like a person suffering from memory loss due to a brain thrombus, slowly restoring memories after clearing the blood vessels.
If Star were to transmit backup information to him or if he quickly browses Star’s backup “documents”, it would turn into watching a movie.
That’s from the perspective of a bystander.
Harrison Clark knows very clearly that even if he desperately self-instigates that he is the protagonist of this movie and fantasizes about being more immersed, he’s deceiving himself.
Before making this decision, he thought severing the past was a simple matter. It might be a little lost, but the problem wouldn’t be too big.
But when he was about to sketch the first knowledge he studied in recent years in the complex stacked memory symbols, a string in his heart snapped suddenly.
He’s only throwing away the “irrelevant” knowledge, but there’s still pain in his heart, like a tree gnawed by termites.
This is a peculiar situation that he cannot share with others and cannot find any reference to in history.
He is the first, and the only one in human history to completely quantize the human thinking black hole and transfer the underlying personality back into a new body like data transfer-by-computer-hard-disk.
At this moment, he is screaming and roaring wildly in his heart.
He doesn’t want to be like this, but he simply can’t control it.
Opting to avoid interfering with Harrison Clark, Star had already retracted her quantum scanning signals from her quantum network long ago, completely severing their contact.
Harrison Clark doesn’t even have a listener.
After supporting himself through endless pain for a long time, Harrison Clark gradually regains his senses, and his virtual vision refocuses.
Harrison Clark’s “soul” looked up at the endless darkness, gasping for air.
Even though there’s actually no use in gasping, the inertia of thinking he developed when he had a body miraculously makes him feel a little more relaxed.
“I can’t go on like this.”
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“Shouldn’t this level of difficulty have been anticipated by me?”
“There’s nothing hard about it – stay cool.”
“I can do this. I can definitely do this.”
“I can definitely get my memory back.”
“The loss now is for a better gain in the future.”
…
Harrison Clark, like a child who is climbing a wall for the first time, constantly encourages himself with some seemingly naive language.
At this moment, he has no one to rely on.
But the more he finds himself in this situation, the more obstinate he becomes.
All along, the only person who could stay by his side and help him directly before he was killed in action was Clark.
More often than not, he has to face all enemies alone.
He’s used to it.
After a long time, Harrison Clark finally stops gasping, his eyes become clear, his gaze becomes firm.
He moves his head and starts to re-imagine information in his mind.
Ahead of him, in the complex symbols framework that Harrison Clark had already fully designed, the first convoluted ink mark was filled in, as if copying Chinese calligraphy.
At the same time, Harrison Clark forgot all the knowledge systems he had mastered from 2600 years to now.
The quantum rules that carry his thinking advance a step along the axon in the drill bit extension chain.
The real energy level particle floating at the very front, which is also a quantum rule like a 1-bit binary data, passes through a phantom-real interface info channel, drips into the embryonic brain cells, and takes root like a seed.
