frightfiction Chapter 233: Is this really considered living?
Chapter 233: Is this really considered living?
Xing glanced at the closed door, then turned to Moira and asked, "Should I knock?"
Moira shook her head expressionlessly. "I'm afraid that won't be necessary. Dr. Chadwick may not be able to answer the door in his current state. Let me open the door."
As she spoke, she opened the door with the room card and made way for them: "Come in, both of you."
ScrewGum said loudly before entering the room:
"We apologize for our sudden visit, Dr. Calderon Chadwick. I hope you understand our abrupt intrusion."
After saying this, he gently opened the door and walked into the room.
Xing followed ScrewGum in. However, when they entered the room, they found it empty.
【March 7: No one is there...】
Xing looked around curiously for places in the room where someone might be hiding. She checked the empty suitcases, looked closely at the stove that seemed to be extremely cold, and even lifted the carpet to take a look. However, apart from these three things, there was almost nothing in the room.
There was no expression on ScrewGum's mechanical head. He walked silently to the edge of the Dream Pool, scanned it quietly for a moment, then turned to look at Xing and said calmly, "I think... I roughly know where Chadwick is."
Xing asked in surprise: "How could it be, there is no one else here"
"If my hypothesis is correct..."
"Where is such a grown-up hiding..." Xing muttered to himself in confusion.
ScrewGum didn't answer directly, but smiled mysteriously and said, "The secret is right in front of us."
As he spoke, ScrewGum stretched out his hand and carefully reached into the dream pool. His movements were very gentle, and then he fished out a crystal clear bubble from the liquid. This bubble looked very fragile.
The moment the bubble left the surface of the liquid, it began to slowly float up, getting faster and faster. Finally, it hovered in the air, as if waiting for something.
ScrewGum looked at the dream bubble in front of him, and said with deep emotion: "Finally we meet again, Dr. Calderon Chadwick."
Xing on the side widened his eyes, looked at the dream bubble in disbelief, and muttered to himself: "This bubble... is Chadwick?"
【Doctor Zhenli: Since we are trapped in a dream, the physical body is not necessary.】
【Xing: You mean...】
[Black Swan: In the memory-filled Pinocchio, people can exist only by relying on memory. ]
[Black Tower: Humph, I was thinking that the family had some special means to extend the lifespan of ordinary people for such a long time, but it turns out that they just extracted Chadwick's memory bubble.]
[Sambo: Tsk tsk, the original black technology design is gone. ]
ScrewGum began to analyze: "Derivation: As a short-lived species, the probability that Calderon Chadwick has survived in his physical form is infinitely close to zero. To date, no artificial life-extending technology can extend the natural lifespan of ordinary humans by two Amber Ages."
"But the Pinocchio family has a deep understanding of 'memories' and related technologies. Even if they can't keep Chadwick's body alive, they can still extract the underlying material of his brain and keep his mind 'alive'."
ScrewGum paused for a moment, then continued: "This is also "eternal life" in a sense..."
[Qingque: Can this really be considered alive?]
[Xing: I agree.. can this really be considered living? ]
[Doctor of Truth: Some people believe that the physical body and brain activity represent survival, while others believe in "I think, therefore I am", believing that the existence of consciousness is proof of survival and the body is just a burden.]
[Walter: This is a really philosophical discussion. If I create a creature with the same memory, can I be considered as still alive?]
“Of course, there are also many people who think that this is not ‘living’ at all. It depends on each person’s philosophy, belief, or way of thinking.”
"The remaining questions are: Why did the family go to so much trouble to preserve Chadwick's memory here? What is the significance of this memory to them?"
Xing touched his chin, thought for a moment and said, "Maybe the 'weapon' you mentioned, 'imaginary pulse'... is that its name?"
ScrewGum shook his head: "I don't think the family can extract useful information from Chadwick's mind, Ms. Star. Because..." ScrewGum hesitated for a moment and did not add the word "because".
"...walls may have ears, so some things cannot be discussed here. Hounds have very sensitive hearing."
Xing said understandingly: "Okay, let's change the subject."
"You have the right to know the ins and outs of this story, Ms. Star. If you had not informed the Black Tower of your discovery out of good intentions, who knows how long Chadwick would have been imprisoned in the prison of dreams," said Screw Gum.
Xing nodded slightly. She understood what ScrewGum meant. If it weren't for her report, Black Tower might not have realized Chadwick's situation, and Chadwick might have been trapped in the dream and unable to escape.
ScrewGum continued, "So, Ms. Star, I would like to make a request to you - I would like you to pass something on to Dr. Calderon Chadwick who is stuck in his dream."
"I believe something like this can help him...come to his senses."
ScrewGum said, handing a bottle of medicine to Xing.
Xing took the bottle and asked curiously, "What about you?"
ScrewGum replied, "I will try to mediate with the family's top leaders and try to get Chadwick's memory bubble away from Pinocchio."
"Before that, I hope you can get the full story from Chadwick - including what happened after he lost contact," added ScrewGum.
Xing put the bottle away: "I understand."
"Sweet dreams, Ms. Star."
.....
Coming to the Dreaming Border again, Chadwick was admiring the scenery in the distance.
Xing stood not far behind him and called out, "Dr. Chadwick..."
Hearing the voice, Chadwick slowly turned around. His eyes were a little blurry, as if he was trying to remember the identity of the person in front of him. After a while, he recognized Xing and smiled and said, "Ah, young man... I'm glad I recognized you."
Xing still remembered that before the last time they left, the old man's tone was filled with the hope of being saved - the flickering flame that originally remained in his eyes seemed to have been extinguished again.
Chadwick's eyes were gentle, and his tone was gentle as he reminded her, "I'm glad you're willing to talk to me...but you shouldn't be here. Moira, and the other hounds, they won't be happy to see you."