"Why can't everything be possible?"
Iris blurted out the second law of the consciousness training system, revealing her longing, "Once the human spirit is freed from the shackles of the body, there will be infinite possibilities that can be imagined, because Little Blood His death stimulated an explosion of Xiao Ming's stream of consciousness, which lasted at least until Xiaoxue's cremation.
During this period, Xiao Ming's stream of consciousness was not bound by the physical body and could only be done in the virtual world.
Things like summoning super long-distance creatures, controlling flocks of birds and rats to perform mimic attacks, and flying in the sky.
I think Xiao Ming can even summon nuclear zombies all over the earth.
If there are nuclear zombies outside the earth, there are also nuclear zombies like this.
Beings can also hear his call, because the stream of consciousness is like electromagnetic waves.
As long as the energy is enough, it can be launched into space and travel in the universe like light, including time and space travel."
"Time travel" Gong Er understood somewhat, and it seemed that what Iris said was not a fantasy.
"Yes."
Iris glanced at Xiao Ming intentionally or unintentionally, "The machine that travels through time and space may not exist, but the matter that travels through time and space does not exist.
For example, the stars we see on the earth are actually the stars.
The light emitted ten thousand light-years ago, we only see it as it was tens of thousands of light-years ago, and if we compare the distance between the two, it may no longer exist.
Infinitely compressed, it becomes the distance between you and me.
That is me now, seeing you in the past.
This is a conversation that travels through time and space.
Of course, the premise is that your and my voices must also travel through time.
The speed of time and space exceeds the speed of light.
By analogy, if the stream of consciousness with the same nature as light bursts faster than the speed of light, it can also travel through time and space and transmit the current consciousness back to the past."
Gong Er's eyes lit up and he took a deep breath: "Iris, I understand what you mean."
Almost at the same time, Xiao Ming's body trembled slightly, as if he was shocked by Iris's bold speculation.
He kept watching.
From the perspective of God whose heart is outside the world, he looked down emotionlessly at Gong Er's grief, Iris' calmness, Wang Kun and his wife's concerns, and his own miserable state of not being human.
He discovered that the center of this God's perspective was himself in the world of fast shots, revolving around himself and unable to truly look down on all living beings.
Is this an out-of-body experience?
It doesn’t seem like it?
He also kept listening.
Just like a computer that accepts information input and listens without any emotion.
Iris's theory of dividing potential into four major levels: physics, mathematics, philosophy, and theology is indeed very novel and consistent with his personal experience.
However, there were not many waves in his heart.
Even if his potential was close to God, so what?
Can he resurrect his two dead wives and brothers and sisters?
The most he could do was restore himself.
He is heartbroken.
Even if he still has his lover and relatives waiting for him, can he still protect them?
Even when he was at his strongest, he couldn't protect the people he cared about most.
Now that he has lost contact with millions of nuclear corpses, how can he fight with Caesar?
Even though he has gathered another army of nuclear zombies, the old boy's conspiracies and tricks are endless.
The greatest possibility is that the tragedy that just happened will happen again, and he will watch helplessly as his remaining relatives and loved ones die in the clutches of Caesar, and he will not be able to escape the tragic ending of being reduced to a human race.
Perhaps even worse, he will be killed by Adai.
Er slice study What's the point of living like this?
It wasn't until he heard Iris saying that he could change the past and transfer the present consciousness back to the past that the fire of his life was finally ignited.
His heart was like a mirror, and Iris tried her best to stimulate his vitality, giving him a hope to live, a seemingly illusory hope.
Only he knew that this hope was not illusory.
He thought of the "three days difference":