Chapter 1135： Preparations for the elderly before going online

The user "High Speed ​​Buck" enters the pre-connection area of ​​the neural network.

Amone felt that a voice rang directly in his mind-this voice shocked him first, because he hadn't heard this kind of thing directly echoing deep in his consciousness for a long time, and it even made him For a moment he thought he had accidentally connected to the mortal believers in the real world, but soon he calmed down and became confused about the term "high-speed male deer" mentioned by the voice.

…He knows all these words, but how does it form phrases? Why do you always feel that this phrase is vaguely weird? Who is talking again? The fabled network manager or an autonomous mind?

Amone wondered suspiciously, but before he wanted to understand anything, the light and shadow swaying in front of his eyes quickly became clear, and also diverted his attention-the former **** of nature was the first in cyberspace. Once he opened his "eyes", he saw that he was standing in an almost pure white space. This space was extremely vast, but not endless. In a very distant place, you could see snow-white walls standing on the ground. It rises, extends upwards into the endless heights of light, and on the gray-white ground under your feet, you can see neatly arranged, shimmering blue grids, and from time to time in the surrounding air, you can see fast falling. The runes, those runes appeared like raindrops, fell quickly and melted into the grid lines on the floor.

This is really a strange place... It looks empty, is this the so-called "neural network mind space"? It seems to be the name... Doesn't it seem interesting...

More and more doubts arose in Ammon's mind. He vaguely remembered that Milmina seemed to have told him some common sense about this space before. The nervous mortal technicians who came here to install the equipment seemed to I also explained something to myself, but somehow, after entering this place, the useful knowledge was quickly forgotten. He just looked at this place in confusion, not knowing what to do next.

But at this moment, the soft but emotionally lacking voice came into my ears again, interrupting the former god’s cranky thinking: "An anonymous visitor has applied to enter your pre-connection area. Will you accept the visit? You can always Expel visitors."

Amoen is not very good at the weird technical stuff that these mortals have made, but he does not lack the ability to understand. He understands the meaning of this voice, and after being a little surprised, he quickly tried to respond: "Accept, how should I accept it? Speak it out? Or just think about it in my heart..."

Before he finished speaking, the voice that echoed directly in his mind rang: "The visitor application has been accepted, and the neural network is preparing for thinking projection, please wait..."

Amone was startled, and said helplessly to himself: "Well, I still haven't figured out whether to say it or just think about it in my heart."

He muttered, and before the voice fell, he suddenly noticed something appeared in the air not far away-it was a large number of jittery light and shadow lines, and then the light and shadow lines began to condense and combine into a clear human body. In just a second or two, he saw a lady wearing a complicated and gorgeous court black dress appeared there.

The lady has a sweet and quiet face, her long black hair gleams with silvery white shadows, and a night sky-like long dress with exquisite silver patterns and pale gold tassel pendants. She stands there like a person from the palace The noble lady who walked out exudes a mysterious and lazy temperament-but the temperament does not seem to make much sense to Amone.

He quickly recognized the identity of the figure by instinct. It was an uninvited tenant, a pioneer in the Internet technology, a runner in the shadow world, and a practitioner who left the post without permission. He liked it at his funeral. The god-Ms. Milmina.

"I guessed it was you," said Amone, looking at the figure not far away, in a very calm tone, "what's going on in this place? Is this inside the so-called ‘neural network’?"

"I knew you had forgotten what I told you, and it was right to come and help," Milmina walked towards Amone, with a hint of helplessness in her tone, "Don't you remember? I told you, you Will first enter a prepared area-the virtual space in the neural network is like an orderly operation of the real world, in which activities have their own rules, any user must make preparations before entering the network for the first time, including setting themselves in The image in the network and the feeling of adapting to neural links can then formally enter that world.

"Of course, it is said that the initial cyberspace was not like that. At that time, users would be thrown directly into the virtual space as long as they established a connection. But after several accidents where the first user was almost lost, the mortal technicians We have perfected the rules of this cyberspace. After all, this thing is used by a large number of ordinary people, and those ordinary people are not extraordinary people who have been trained and have strong willpower..."

"Okay, okay, I see, this is the'preparatory work before birth'," Amone said repeatedly, "So we are still standing outside the door of that world, I need to do something here... …Be prepared to enter, right?"

While talking, he couldn't help but look at Mirmina a few more times-although the image of the other party at the moment still maintains her "mythical posture", there is obviously a big difference between the two. She is now It looks more like an ordinary mortal, with a substantial body and a clear appearance, at least...she must have legs under the skirt now.

"So this is the'preparation' you did? Make yourself look more like a mortal... This is reasonable. After all, we have to enter a world full of mortal images, and we can't let ourselves behave too weird." While talking, Amone asked curiously, "Then what should I do?"

"First of all, you have to figure out what you look like now." Milmina looked very enthusiastic. She waved her hand and a huge mirror appeared in front of Amorn out of thin air. "Here, you can use your own Thoughts control everything, shape things, change your appearance, go to certain places... Your imagination is what you can do here. Of course, all of this is still limited, and given our “imagination” There are a lot of extremely dangerous pollution factors. We will be suppressed more severely. Some operations that will cause undesirable consequences will be warned and blocked by the system. But don’t worry, you will adapt quickly, and you probably won’t intentionally Imagine some thoughts of destroying the world, right?"

At this moment, Amone couldn't hear the last half of Milmina's words. His eyes were focused on the mirror that appeared suddenly. In that huge mirror, there was something very strange to him. The young man was standing there, staring at himself with the same astonishment.

It was a mortal, a simple and lifelike mortal. He was obviously just a figure in a mirror, but as real as if he were living somewhere in the world. Amone had imagined countless times that if he were free, What it would be like to be able to walk in the world of mortals at will, but he never imagined that the figure that even he himself could not manifest from his heart would one day be presented to him in such a sudden but natural way.

He broke the silence with a slightly strange voice: "This...this image is..."

"This is the default male image of the system. In order to make it easier for novices like you to enter the network smoothly, instead of turning into a twisted freak or running around naked in the virtual dream city, the neural network The designers set up such a basic template that is easy to modify and manipulate in the initial immersion cabin. He is considered to be the most ordinary and modest appearance in the human world. There was a program dedicated to discussing this, but you did not..." Ermina spoke casually, but soon noticed that Amone fell silent strangely, and she couldn't help asking, "What's wrong? It feels like you have been hit suddenly..."

"I...no, it's your illusion," Amone said immediately, and waved his hand vigorously. This subconscious movement made him stiffen like petrification in the next second, and he suddenly realized-what he just waved, It's own arm.

A mortal arm.

He lowered his head and saw his body in this virtual space for the first time. An ordinary body standing on the ground, wearing a white short robe and trousers, with limbs, a torso, and..." Touch".

Milmina looked at Amone's reaction. She seemed to have expected all this. The former goddess of magic suddenly smiled and took a step forward slightly: "Now, I will tell you what to do."

The subsequent adjustments were not easy. It took Amoen a long time to master the "simple operations" that Milmina said, but he spent more energy on adapting to the "human body". As a **** born in mortal thoughts, his image was imprisoned by mortal imagination many years ago into a holy white giant deer, and his authority does not include "incarnation as a human" and "worldhood". "Walking" content, so he has never had a humanoid body. For him, that exquisite limbs and an upright torso... is really a weird feeling.

But in the end, this effort still yielded results. This time, Milmina showed unprecedented patience. When she retreated, a figure completely different from the one before was already standing in front of the huge mirror.

It was an old elven man who was no longer young. His golden hair was dyed with gray wind and frost, and the nicks left by the years condensed in his calm and peaceful face. His eye sockets were deep and his cheekbones were high. But his posture is still upright, full of elf style, but perhaps the pale green robe that has been out of date for thousands of years in the outside world is draped on him. The surface of the dress is decorated with vines and thorns, and the collar depicts mountains and mountains. Silhouette of running water.

He looked at the mirror in front of him, smiled suddenly, and seemed very satisfied with his new image.

"I thought you would create a more spiritual image for yourself. I didn't expect you to have chosen such an old posture." Milmina looked at Amone who was nodding satisfied, "You must confirm it. Does this look like? We can still modify it."

"No, that's fine..." Amone nodded lightly, his tone a little erratic, "That's good."

"Then... well, this is your aesthetic anyway," Milmina shook her head with her waist in her waist. "Don't you take two steps next? I think it is necessary for you to adapt to this-this can prevent you After entering the city of dreams, walk your first step on your stomach. Although a mortal now says, "No one on the Internet knows what kind of creature you are in reality," crawling on the streets of the city of dreams is still too shameful. ."

"How can it be such an exaggeration," Amone couldn't help laughing, but then he narrowed his smile and looked down at his legs, "Go... Yes, I can move now."

"You can move long ago," said Milmina Yoyo, "but this step may not be as easy as you think."

"It's just taking the first step, what's the matter..." Amone said with some disdain, and then raised his leg and walked forward-the next second he fell straight forward, but both hands promptly Stretched out from the side, supporting him steadily.

"I said, this first step is not that easy," Milmina released her hand and showed a joking smile. "You'd better get used to this mentality while everything here is virtual. The feeling of unlocking."

"Psychologically unlocked... Your words are too serious," Amone concealed his embarrassment, "This is just a small mistake, you know, I have not had any walking experience for three thousand years. What's more important is that even three thousand years ago, I never walked upright...This is really bad, is it so difficult for mortals to walk normally?"

"Stop complaining, I should complain even more-I didn't expect that the first day I officially used the neural network would be spent in rehabilitation training with an elderly disabled for many years," Milmina said from the side. It came with a strong resentment, "I hope you don't spend as much time as adjusting your image on the item of'walking upright', old deer."

While struggling to adapt to the peculiar feeling brought by this virtual body, Amone couldn't help but frown and glanced at the magic goddess: "I said, don't just nickname me, especially if it sounds like this. Very strange nickname..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped, as if he had just remembered something, with a hint of fox questioning: "I just happened to ask you something. When I entered this space just now, I seemed to hear a voice saying that the user'High Speed ​​Bucks' entered the preview Connect area or something...Do you know what's going on?"

Milmina's lazy expression stiffened in an instant, although it was only a short moment, the stiffness did not escape Ammon's eyes.

"It seems that you know," Amone's eyes condensed, "So what does this word mean?"

Milmina glanced at Amone more and more awkwardly. After a longer silence, she finally couldn't help but look away: "It's your name."

"……my name?"

"Think about it for a moment. From a security perspective, can Gawain Cecil allow us to use our real names to enter the neural network? Is there any mortal in the entire world who would dare to name himself a **** under any circumstances?" Mill Mina explained with a serious face, "It is also a customary rule to give herself a pseudonym in the neural network..."

"No, I didn't ask you this, I was asking you... what's the name'High Speed ​​Bucks'! I don't remember any operations in this area-maybe I don't understand the principles behind these technologies, But at least I'm pretty sure that this weird phrase was definitely not set by Gao Wen or Carmel in advance!"

"...Well, I registered you..."

Ammon: "?"