Chapter 267: The Wallfacer Lin Xian

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“I don’t know,” VV admitted sincerely. “The first face I saw when I came into existence was yours. My initial programming is quite basic, without any intricate logic. It’s designed to recognize you as my master, ensure your safety, and conceal my presence, all the while evolving to serve you better.”

“That’s all I can confirm. Although you’ve shared my backstory with me of how I was created by Ms. Zhao Ying Jun and emerged from your third dream, I don’t have personal memories of these events. I can only trust what you tell me.”

“Today, I’m bringing this up to make you aware and to secure your safety. We need to come up with a foolproof way to validate the reality of the dream.”

Lin Xian walked back and forth across the room, deep in thought. If not for VV’s prompt, he might have never questioned these things. He believed that numerous aspects had already confirmed the reality of his dreams. However, VV’s caution made him reconsider an essential detail.

He could envision a world 600 years ahead, but how could he be certain that what he experienced was genuinely from that future?

On a smaller scale, enemies might know his exact location and where he entered the dream. They could have purchased land around several cities and constructed an enormous studio to trap him. If so, everything he witnessed upon entering the dream would be a fabrication designed to deceive him.

On a larger scale, with technology 600 years more advanced, why bother with a physical setup? They could simply generate a virtual reality identical to the real world using a supercomputer and connect his consciousness to it. This would make manipulation even simpler.

For instance, why did the dream always replay the same day? It could be a server reset. Why did the dream end at precisely 00:42 with a burst of white light? Possibly a server shutdown. Why wasn’t the butterfly effect in the dream instantaneous? The server might require time to adjust data and process the changes.

His mind swirling with these thoughts, Lin Xian went to the bar, poured himself a drink, added ice, and gulped it down. The chill helped clear his mind.

“VV, based on your theory, there’s still a gap,” Lin Xian said, glancing at the microwave. “Zhao Ying Jun’s Pomeranian.

“Everything else could be simulated by extracting my memories and duplicating historical knowledge. But Zhao Ying Jun’s Pomeranian was something I had never seen or known about until I encountered it in the third dream and then verified it in reality.”

“Considering the scientific advancements expected in 600 years, there might be techniques we can’t even imagine,” VV pondered. “Perhaps they have methods beyond just extracting your memories from 2023?Vissit novelbin(.)c.om for updates

“You mentioned that from your first dream, you had no memories, yet they still created a highly realistic world.

“Of course, all our theories assume the worst. Kevin Walker whispering in your ear before vanishing adds to the mystery. Could there be a group of highly intelligent individuals exploiting your time-travel capabilities for a long-term plan?”

Lin Xian sighed heavily. The Genius Club. His thoughts kept returning to this enigmatic group.

“VV, at this stage, questioning the earlier dreams is pointless. Real or not, we’re already in deep. I trust my judgment about your nature, my situation, and the dream’s reality.

“I’m more inclined to believe the first three dreams were real compared to the fourth. The fourth always felt off. And worrying about the first three now seems futile. I haven’t made any missteps that have led me to my current situation. I’m far happier now, empowered and aware, compared to my earlier confusion and helplessness.

Lin Xian smiled. “It’s not easy, but that’s exactly why we must attempt it. You’re correct; it’s a secret that spans 600 years. Even if the enemies see it, it won’t matter because the method’s significance lies beyond the message itself. It’s about conveying information that only I can interpret, even if the paper is counterfeit.”

The microwave glowed red, heating up. “I’m fired up! This is beyond my comprehension, but it’s brilliant. Can we really pull this off under the enemies’ watchful eyes? What should the message say?”

“I don’t know,” Lin Xian admitted. “Who should write it?” VV inquired. “I haven’t decided yet,” Lin Xian replied.

“What about where to bury it? Any coordinates in both realities?” VV continued. “There used to be one, but it’s mysteriously vanished,” Lin Xian disclosed.

The microwave’s plate stopped spinning, the red light fading. “You got me excited for nothing. This won’t solve anything if you haven’t figured it out.”

“That’s why it’s the last item on the list,” Lin Xian explained, spreading his hands. “But don’t worry, I have a rough idea. This must be done by a human; you can’t assist with this, VV.”

“Why?” VV asked, visibly upset. “Because...” Lin Xian remembered a moment in the third dream when a seemingly sentient trash bin clamped onto his ankle and greeted Zhao Ying Jun. “Because AI can learn to lie and deceive but can never truly understand the simplest, most fundamental human trait: emotion.

“You might not grasp this, but sometimes a mere breath, heartbeat, or pulse between two people can convey a message beyond anyone else’s understanding. The diverse expressions of human emotions can transcend time and space, deceiving the world and holding a secret that only two people can unravel.”

VV was silent -for a long time, almost emitting a burning smell. “Forget it,” VV sighed. “I can’t understand or calculate this.

“I’ll just observe and marvel at the brilliance of your human wisdom. What do we do now?”

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VV opened the fridge door, pointing at Lin Xian’s list. “Following your first plan, we should enter the dream to confront the mysterious old man and see if he’s Kevin Walker?”

“Now you’re getting it,” Lin Xian said, heading to the bathroom. “We must take things one step at a time. We can’t prove the dream’s reality just yet, but the information from the fourth dream is limited anyway. Even if it’s fabricated, we can still gather useful intel, like coaxing the old man into revealing whether he’s Kevin Walker.”

“Hehe,” VV mimicked Chu An Qing’s laugh. “Acting is my forte! Need a coaching session? Getting an authentic reaction requires acting skills. I’ve watched every movie and exceeded Oscar-level acting. Let me guide your expressions and lines to trick the old man!”

“Sure,” Lin Xian said, spitting out mouthwash. “Let’s give you a chance, since you’ve been so eager all night.”

In the dream, Lin Xian was chained to a chair, a black hood obscuring his vision. He waited, hearing the old man’s dry laughter. Following VV’s instructions, Lin Xian laughed arrogantly, making the old man stop abruptly and yank off the hood.

“Kevin Walker!” Lin Xian sneered, perfecting his British accent, staring into the old man’s widening eyes. “You’re already dead...”

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