Chapter 1,358 The World in Xiling’s Eyes

In a data space that is very different from the real world, don't use common sense to measure what you see.

I repeated the rule Sandora told myself before uploading, and then came to the picture embedded in the ground. I looked at Xiling on the picture and smiled silly at myself: "Why do you want to appear in this image?"

"Save network resources," Xiling on the screen moved her mouth, but her voice came from all directions, "Your Majesty's soul is very strong. Even just uploading consciousness will cause a lot of burden to the network, so I want to reduce My own network occupancy. This network is layered, and data at each layer can flow independently. My body is in the grassroots link. When communicating with His Majesty, I only use a simple interactive interface like this to reduce network utilization. Maximized.”

I understand, but it doesn’t really matter whether I understand or not: as long as we know that Xiling is the top administrator of this network, the decisions she makes will naturally be beneficial to the network as a whole. The only impact is that I have to lower my head when talking to Xi Ling, which feels strange, and I can accidentally step on someone's forehead...

"This place is really desolate," Bingtis remained fully armed, but looked around with a lazy expression on her face. She raised her bow and aimed at a protruding rectangular block in the sky, "Your spiritual network is damaged every day. It's so busy, I thought I could see a lively scene here - do you think it will interfere with the network if I shoot an arrow? If there is a fight here, it's better to confirm first."

"The backbone part of the network has data protection. As long as it does not exceed the threshold, it will not be damaged. The threshold is determined by the willpower of all Xiling apostles currently connected to the network, so there is no need to worry about destroying the network. What you see here is the surface data being transcoded. The scene that unfolds afterwards is that the data is updated twenty-six times per minute, and each update can be repaired by the associated system, so it is not afraid of damage."

Bingtis shot out an arrow, and the light arrow formed by the holy light produced a big explosion in the sky far away. Blast several slowly descending rectangular blocks in half. Just as Xiling said, the broken rectangular blocks did not scatter and die. A large golden haze erupted from their breaking points, and then in a few breaths It was restored as before.

"Well, the feel is very strange. You need to use the technique of manipulating the information element plane to interfere with things in this space. But once you get used to it, that's all." Bingtis confirmed the "feel" of this attack and put it He put the golden long bow on his back and turned to me with a confident smile, "Let's go. I have a combat power of 20 billion!"

"Can we still start a war here?" I smacked my lips. Bingtis was fully armed as soon as she arrived. Although she still had a heartless smile on her face, based on my understanding of this female gangster, she was now We have entered a highly tense state of combat readiness. Looking at the surrounding environment, although it is a bit strange, there must be no enemies before reaching the Rift Valley: this is the spiritual network of Xiling Apostle. A proper home territory!

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm here as a guard, and I'm entrusted with a lot of trust - if I die, how will you explain to Sandora?"

Me: "..." I shouldn't have teased this guy's bad mouth!

"How to go to the Rift Valley?" I looked down at the scene on the ground at my feet. Xiling nodded, and then a light blue direction arrow suddenly appeared in the air in front of us. It was really easy to understand. .

"The location of the Rift Valley is not fixed, and it is not in this network segment now. You need to go through several information transfer hubs to get there. In addition, in this space, you cannot use space teleportation and other rushing methods. Here, space teleportation means Uploading and downloading, the current network burden has reached a very high level, and if His Majesty and Lord Bingtis are uploaded to the second level, it may cause a large-scale delay...external communication."

In the middle of Xiling's words, she was suddenly interrupted by a message from outside the network. Her picture stepped aside and Tavel's image appeared on the screen: "Your Majesty. There is a situation that needs to be reported to you."

"What's going on?" Bingtis and I hurried forward along the arrow directions, lowering our heads and asking. The picture displayed on the surface moved forward at the same speed as us, and the green data flow around the picture seemed to break the ice. Like an icebreaker, it left a slowly fading trace on the surface. Behind us, the trail stretches for hundreds of meters.

"According to the equipment load report just made, the consciousness of void creatures disturbs the system beyond expectations. Although we use all Xiling hosts in the shadow space to share the compilation work of your soul, this disturbance still exceeds the self-repair of the core program. threshold, so the entire system can only continue to run for about seven hours. At that time, regardless of whether you have completed the work, you will be forced to go offline - otherwise you may burn all connected devices. Please note that you only have seven hours. Precious. In theory.”

Tavel ended the communication after saying that. It seems that as she said, time is precious. Well, as Xiling said, bandwidth is also precious.

As expected, my life form as a void creature is still causing trouble. I should have thought of it from the beginning. Uploading the soul of a void creature to the Internet is a great feat no matter how you look at it: although it is a half-hearted void creature, that kind of The instinct for information disturbance still exists. Tavel judged that we only had seven hours to figure out what the Rift was. I summed up my IQ and found that if the Rift was a high-tech phenomenon, then the time for this task would indeed be quite tight...

At this moment, I felt a particularly oppressive gaze coming from the side. When I turned around, Bingtis was staring at me fiercely: "Sure enough, this is the situation again. Your innate ability is causing trouble all day long!"

I was very innocent: "It's not my fault that I was born like this. If you have any objections, go to my mother to argue with me."

Bingtis almost stepped on his left foot and fell on his right foot: "Your mother? Is she still alive?"

"Go out 60 billion light years, turn left, plunge into the void and you will see my mother..."

This time Sister Bing really fell to the ground and slid forward for more than ten meters: she was running too fast just now, and it seemed that she couldn't stop it with the 36e brake at this time. I watched Bingtis slide out so far from behind. Terrified: Will this be smoothed out?

A few seconds later, Sister Bing came back with her breasts in her hands and a murderous look on her face. I reasoned with my toenails and felt that she wanted to kill me...

Fortunately, at this critical moment, a voice suddenly came to the rescue. Xiling appeared just in time: "It's about to pass through the public data, pay attention!"

"What is that?" I asked subconsciously, and then I looked up and saw the spectacular scene in the distance. "What's that!!"

A storm! A storm as brilliant as a rainbow! It lies between the sky and the earth several kilometers away, blocking out the sky and the sun. At the same time, it connects the endless flat land under our feet and the tops of the mountains hanging down from the sky. The storm is filled with brilliant light streams, colorful, But I couldn't see what it was at all, so I squinted and observed it for a long time. Finally, I found a similar scene from my impression: just like the night scene of urban traffic after accelerating, the car lights turn into a river like flowing fireflies, but the storm in front of us stands vertically on the earth, its scale and density It is even more spectacular.

"You obviously didn't see it just now, why did it suddenly appear?" Bingtis was also attracted by this spectacular rainbow storm, and he had forgotten about the 36e brake revenge. "Wow, so beautiful!"

"This is part of the public data that is being updated. This kind of scene will randomly appear anywhere in the Great Plains from time to time, because the public data is a slow database, and an update may take more than ten minutes. In fact, the plains under your feet are the basis of the network. The exchange layer, and the long squares in the sky are visual displays of various data sets, and the mountains hanging down are the databases or the access terminals of the databases. The newly added public data is wandering in the most basic chain where I am now path, and then through the switching layer into the long-term storage database, each 'entry' will form such a big storm."

"Are we going to go through that thing?" Bingtis smacked his lips, "It doesn't look very safe."

"Actually, it doesn't matter," Xiling replied, "All data has its own 'signature'. Data with inconsistent signatures cannot affect data that is not in the same process as them. The storm will pass you by. No one can It can’t be affected, just treat it as a scenery—this is my favorite scenery!”

We were traveling very fast, and after a while we reached the bottom of the rainbow storm. Only then did I realize that its scale was larger than expected, and it would be a waste of time to go around it. This storm was completely silent, and the magnificent light flow quickly passed in front of him like a silent movie. Bingtis stretched out his hand to stir in the light flow. It seemed that she wanted to grab something and get it out, but she felt nothing.

"It's like phantoms, they really don't interfere with each other," said Sister Bing, a little disappointed. "What are these things?"

"There is everything, the knowledge uploaded from grassroots terminals, but it is all insignificant. They will not be compiled into the high-level database, but will be open to the outside world as shared information. After secondary screening, some of them will be Put it in a database with lower authority, open to the servant army and civilians," Xiling introduced enthusiastically, "There are many things that I had not come into contact with in the old empire era. No one had ever collected these strange things at that time. Weird knowledge - such as how to fry half-boiled poached eggs, how to knit a sweater, and game guides. Oh, one thing I have never understood is why the upload priority of game guides is the highest in civilian data... …”

I think I understand why this is, but I don’t have the nerve to explain it to Xiling - it has something to do with the child’s mother...

With a feeling of surprise, Bingtis and I walked into this magnificent rainbow storm. Just as Xiling said, because the data in different threads cannot interfere with each other, this seemingly spectacular storm has nothing to do with us. Affected, I felt as if I was passing through a phantom. When I opened my eyes, it was thrilling, but when I closed my eyes, it was calm. If I were not pressed for time and had other things to do, maybe I would really want to stay in this rainbow storm for a while: although it is visually very oppressive, this scenery is really hard to see every day.

Even if we couldn't teleport through space, Bingtis and I were extremely fast, and we crossed this magnificent wall in a few minutes. There is still an endless plain ahead, and the rectangular "mountains" we saw before are still at the end of our sight, and they don't seem to be getting closer at all. Xi Ling explained to us the rules of this strange space that are very different from the real world. Now I know that the ground under my feet is a relatively basic layer of the network. This layer is also one of the backbones of the entire network. Any node, Whether it is a soldier or an emperor, they must be connected to this layer to further access other areas on the network. Those cuboid "peaks" in the distance that seem to never be reached are "safe buffer points" on the network. For normal data in the network, they are indeed inaccessible. Unless Xiling opens these buffer points to the entire network. They are used to control error messages and expired data packets generated in the network every day. Log files and dangerous information that need to be cleared according to the basic protocol will also be sent to these buffer points. At the buffer points, junk data is screened for the last time, about Ten percent will return to the network, and the remaining ninety percent will be wiped out forever. These buffer points are also a strong source of protection in the event of a catastrophic incident on the network: they will deploy immediately. Freeze the flow of data within a considerable range, and then use its huge throughput to batch delete packets and their sources that are not in the legal list. Therefore, all things harmful to the network will eventually lead to those dark and square packets. Mountain peaks—the things Schilling describes as “my trash cans.”

"Under the control of the basic protocol, everything runs automatically. Historical Xiling hosts have upgraded and patched this network countless times. So it actually does not need the care of the administrator," Xiling's image appeared between me and Bingtis follows her like a shadow at her feet, and I have now become accustomed to talking to her without lowering my head. "This network itself has no consciousness, but under the constraints of hundreds of millions of strict rules and nearly intelligent judgment conditions, things without self-awareness can do it." As smart as a living thing is, it doesn't need to be aware of its existence. It just needs to respond appropriately when the conditions are right. This is 'unconscious correctness', and everything here falls into place. "

"But since you were born, the situation is a little different." I said casually.

"Well, when a system reaches a certain level of complexity, it has the basic conditions for the birth of wisdom, and this wisdom is an extension of the system's original 'self-discipline rules'. I am the first administrator on the network, and I make this place a higher level It operates with high efficiency, and according to the rule book given by Pao Pao, it diagnoses and upgrades itself when the network fails..."

A network that can write its own patches, check for leaks and fill in the gaps - this is one of the great significance of Xiling.

A flash of light across the sky interrupted the conversation between Xiling and I. Bingtis subconsciously raised his bow and arrow, but soon we discovered that no enemy appeared. That flash of light erupted from between two upside-down mountain peaks in the sky. It lasted for more than a second and connected the rectangular blocks at the top of the two peaks. The entire process was silent. After the flash disappeared, I saw a large number of orange-red cubes slowly detaching from the two peaks, and then falling at an extremely slow speed. They were still slowly approaching during the fall. After a few minutes, they formed what seemed to be A chain or something like a weird snake. The strange snakes formed by connecting orange-red cubes seemed to eventually fall to the ground. I roughly judged the direction of their fall and the speed of their advancement, and found that I would encounter them soon.

"What is that?" Bingtis and I asked in unison.

"Self-maintenance of the database! Another good thing has dropped!" Xiling changed her previous unhurried and plain attitude. When she saw the orange-red cube floating down from the sky, she cheered excitedly. "Hurry, hurry! They will disappear soon when they touch the ground! You can only watch them for a while!"

Bingtis and I didn't know why, but Xiling didn't seem to have time to explain now, so we had to speed up again, and after a while we arrived at the place where the cubes fell - they were still floating leisurely, lifting off the ground. There is still some height, and I discovered a strange phenomenon: when I was very far away from these things, each of them seemed to be only the size of a palm. But now that we have come below the landing point, the theoretical distance from these falling blocks is It has been shortened hundreds of times...

Their size remains the same, which is not in perspective!

Anyone with a normal worldview knows this truth: small when far away, large when near. When an object is far away from you, it will certainly look small, but if it is close to you, its size will naturally become larger. This is art and The most simple and easy-to-understand spatial perspective phenomenon in optics. However, those orange-red cubes falling from the sky did not follow this rule at all. I thought that when Bingtis and I rushed to the scene, we would see huge cubes covering the ground and stretching like mountains, but now——

These small squares, only the size of a palm, fell to the ground slowly, scattering a medium-sized patch around us. They looked like falling cherry blossoms in this cyberspace, very beautiful, but even weirder.

"It looks good!" Xi Ling said happily, which probably fits her aesthetics quite well. "These are the invalid information removed after each self-maintenance of the database. Network nodes with authority will always make various Decisions are made, but not all decisions can eventually be implemented. These decisions are temporarily stored in the database. When the decision-maker or other logical system believes that these things have no implementation value, the data will be cleared as it is now. Before that , they have to go through the basic exchange layer, and finally are sent to the buffer point - not only are they beautiful, but they also have some very interesting content, and although they have to be cleaned up in the end, they are still fun to read."

It seems that Xiling not only thinks these things are good-looking, she also likes to pick up expired data that has been removed from the database. This hobby is a bit similar to the fox at home who has a collecting habit. With this in mind, I bent down and picked it up. A small orange-red square, I want to see what these data that are judged to have no execution value are before the latter dissipates.

As soon as the idea of ​​reading appeared, the small square turned into a firefly in my hand, and then I heard a very familiar voice: "I have an immature idea..."

Pick up the next block: "I have another immature idea..."

Next: "I have another idea that is not too mature..."

I changed more than a dozen of them in a row, and Qian Qian's immature thoughts scrolled through my mind for more than a dozen times - ding, the database closest to Qian Qian must be under a lot of pressure! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please read it.)

ps: I used to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, which I felt was serious enough to require treatment. Later, a friend recommended me to play MC, saying it was effective for obsessive-compulsive disorder - it was really effective. Now my obsessive-compulsive disorder is incurable.