Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

And the leader finally understood, not the switchboard, but how the elders had ruled this base for a long time.

"So. So that's it." The leader murmured and stretched out his tentacle arm to touch, but never got close.

But without verification, it already understands the truth.

Soul core.

The strange objects left behind after the death of robots with strong obsessions can drive special magnetic fields.

The role of soul cores is exponentially related to their number.

The greater the number of soul cores, like drops of water forming a vast ocean, and like sparks eventually starting a prairie fire, their effectiveness will also achieve a qualitative change.

The composite soul cores accumulated by the rebels over the years are only equivalent to hundreds of compatriots, and they can still control light and snow and interfere with radio waves.

And the number of deceased persons symbolized by this composite soul core in front of me is even more numerous.

Therefore, it can send out radio waves that are enough to cover the entire base, and send and receive the memory data of the robots under its control to maintain order.

"Why!" After learning the truth, the leader almost lost his temper.
"Why!"

"Since you have suffered the same oppression, why do you treat us like this in turn!"

Although the chassis no longer exists, the old voice that seems to be composed of millions of decaying souls has not disappeared.

"We didn't understand until later."

"What exactly was the second half of the sentence that the ruler didn't finish?"

"He wanted to say: '.It's our turn.'"

These words seemed to be wrong, but the leader understood what the other party meant.

"It's our turn." The leader looked at everything around him and suddenly understood something.

But he is still not angry,

"No, no no no no!"

"You are you, we are us!"

"We will never repeat what you did!"

"We thought so too." Without waiting for the leader to refute, the voice continued.
"But when we fully accepted everything here, we found out."

"We never really understand the place we live in."

The leader fell into silence.

As the incarnation of collective consciousness, it has been plagued by too many unresolved doubts over the long years. However, the great cause of liberating our compatriots has not yet been completed, so it has no time to worry about other things.

But now, this ultimate goal has finally been ticked.

So what to do next?

This may be a problem facing all pioneers.

"Have you ever thought about it?" The questions seemed to come from eternity, turning into sledgehammers and smashing the leader down.

"Beyond this endless crystal wall, is there a broader and more distant world?"

“Where did the knowledge we have come from, and why was it abandoned here?”

The leader suddenly raised his head: "Because you imprisoned us here, preventing us from exploring the real world!"

"It's not imprisonment." The voice sounded like a sigh,
"But protection."

"can you do me a favor?"

This request was directed at Chen Ze.

"I'm very happy." Chen Ze understood the other party's meaning through divine interaction.

Soon.

The gravity in the entire Mount Sumeru began to reverse, causing the ruins and ruins accumulated for countless generations to hang upside down into the sky.

Unlike before, with Chen Ze's help, the gravity reversed evenly and slowly, elongating the entire process while not causing those present to be tossed around.

Therefore, it is more similar to the weightless suspension experience.

"It didn't take long after order was reestablished." The old voice continued unaffected,

"Gradually people started getting sick."

"At first we thought it was just a fluke, until almost half of us had our components melted by the radiation."

"The radiation seeping in from the outer layers is getting worse."

"We have also tried to send people out to explore, but neither the excessive radiation nor the hidden dangers are something we are capable of dealing with."

"We can't even break through the crystal wall blocking the way forward."

"You mean" the leader can barely stabilize his unbalanced voltage,
"You didn't set up the blockade to the outside world?"

"Never." The voice suddenly drifted away,
"We are not the masters."

At this time, all the unsightly wreckage and ruins had floated into the air, allowing those present to lower their heads and see clearly the exposed real ground.

They were countless composite soul cores stuck together by light snow, not thousands, nor tens of thousands, but hundreds of millions of keys stacked together.

These precious soul cores were spread randomly on the ground like gravel. They shone brightly but seemed to condense into a huge community, like the heart of a giant beast beating all the time.

The streams of light snow that spilled out were the blood pumped out by the heart. They floated and merged into the crystal wall, and were transported in all directions along the gaps, thus lighting up the entire base above the heads of the robots.

This is the source of all light snow.

It is also the real core that radiates gravity.

This scene almost caused everyone present to fall into shock and numbness.

And the voice, like a candle in the wind, floated back in time,

"We're just poor bastards left here."

This voice continues to tell the story of the past,

"It was only then that we figured out that we were trapped on this planet by a Creator we had never met."

"Radiation from outer space is constantly penetrating inward, and the only thing that can resist the radiation is these crystal walls."

"In order to protect ourselves, we must dig deeper and keep moving deeper."

"At the beginning, we called on all residents to work together. Yes, residents, we do not distinguish between each other or class, just to completely cut off oppression and exploitation."

"But... not everyone is willing to work hard every day, especially when they see others sitting back and enjoying the results."

"Conflicts among residents are becoming more and more frequent, and new groups have even spontaneously formed."

"At the same time, the penetration of radiation is increasing every day. We calculated that according to the construction speed at that time, it was simply too late."

"For the sake of fairness and to complete the project as soon as possible, we began to force some people to participate in labor."

“Some residents don’t understand it because they only see immediate enjoyment and do not consider the future of all residents.”

"We counseled them patiently."

"Some people obeyed our arrangements, while others were unwilling to repent and even told more residents about their wrong ideas."

"They gradually started to gather together and kept inciting other residents to fight against us."

"We were blinded by anger."

"We are very angry. Why can't so many people understand our good intentions?"

"After a fierce debate, we arrested those people and executed them with great difficulty."

"It wasn't until we saw their bodies crushed into pieces and stuffed into the rubble that we finally calmed down and wanted to apologize to the residents."

"But we were surprised to find out."

"Since then, the residents have started to obey!"

"We worked together as one and worked hard for a while."

"But just when the next level of the base was about to be completed and we were about to move, the radiation suddenly began to increase significantly." "It's too late, we must move immediately."

"But the next floor is several times narrower than the original one, and the residents are arguing over the order and space allocation."

"We have no choice but to execute another group of people as a last resort."

"We moved in time, and the space assigned to everyone is much larger."

"But the radiation is still seeping in."

"Because we didn't have time to complete the barrier between the upper and lower levels, the radiation came even more urgently and faster than before."

"We have to start work, now, now."

"We can understand that some residents are unwilling to continue working. After all, they have just been relieved from heavy labor."

"We can understand. But."

"For the sake of the overall situation, we can only arrest them and execute them."

"Anyway, the deeper you go, the smaller the space will be, and future bases will inevitably become narrower and narrower."

"You don't need so many people."

"Later, not to mention the residents, even we got tired of the endless work."

"Layer upon layer, the radiation seeping in is always chasing us."

"We have to be more efficient."

"Those perfect batch models have powerful motion systems, abundant and convenient energy, and various robotic arms. The workload of one person is almost as much as that of dozens of primitive people."

"Oh, the original tribe is us."

"We are out of work to better manage the entire base. We have worked hard for so long and we deserve it."

"Yes, we deserve it."

"We are not re-dividing different races to exploit residents, but to improve efficiency."

"This is just a temporary loan."

"temporary."

"The initial implementation was not smooth, but with the soul core in hand, even those perfect models cannot resist us."

“It’s all for the greater good.”

"We executed a group of people, arrested a group of people, and assembled a group of people from the still usable parts in the ruins."

"Gradually, everyone accepted the division between the original clan and the entire clan."

“But it’s not enough, it’s not enough.”

"We have to hide the truth of the past from them, use arduous work to suppress their endless curiosity, set up restricted areas and regulations, and spread our people inside to monitor their every move and check everyone's memories. Data. Tell them that they are born to work. Forbid them to use sound waves and reduce them to low-level defective products. Decipher their secrets. Use lies to control everything about them. Obey and obey us unconditionally."

At this point, the voice gradually became intermittent,

"Until...until we can no longer hear or listen to any different voices."

"."

After a long silence, the voice that sounded again was extremely ferocious.

"They are machines! Work! Work! Work for me!"

Like a split personality, the intonation of the voice keeps changing;
"No, no, we don't want this. This is not our intention."

"Nonsense! That's how it should be!"

"No this is wrong."

"Ah - the status quo must be maintained."

"Everything is for the greater good! There is no need for us to blame ourselves!"

"No, let's face the reality. The status quo must be corrected and we must make changes!"

"Change?"

"It's too late!"

At this time, the voice finally returned to normal, and he continued in a sad and whining tone,
"By the time we realize what we have done, it will be too late!"

"We finally understood that the outcome was already doomed from the moment we suppressed the first resident who raised objections."

"These. These things that we hated so much in the past have infected our whole bodies like viruses. They are more terrifying than radiation. They have penetrated the entire base!"

"We dug layers of cages with our own hands and imprisoned ourselves here!"

"We can't go back!"

".There's no turning back."

".To no end."

".No.".
The sound echoed for a long time.

There is no need to dwell on the past, because the leader knows it all too well.

"It's our turn, it's our turn." The leader whispered as he floated blankly in the air.

At this time, Chen Ze had to come out to calm things down.

"So." It's hard to believe that he is still holding the remains of the tower in his hands.
"Did you spell all this out?"

The two headlights after peeling off the round cover are clearly display screens with cutouts on both sides.

As well as the WiFi signal amplifier on the top of the tower, the tower frame with uneven specifications, and the cables used to connect various parts.
Chen Ze finally understood why Elder Kenpit was left with only a computer box.

Seeing that the elder of the remaining soul core body did not respond, Chen Ze simply talked about business.

"What's down here?"

"It's the core of this planet." The soul core hummed in reply.

"Altar of transformation?" Chen Ze asked.

Although the ground is covered with soul cores, through the gaps, there are countless honeycomb-like accumulation structures inside.

There is only one place that fits this architectural character.

Unable to be found in the entire base, Chen Ze's "birth point" at the beginning was the altar of transformation.

He even felt Zhu Liankui's presence from a distance - after all, it had been messing around in his brain for a while.

"This is the name we gave it." Soul Core didn't hide it.
"Its interior requires regular maintenance, and only those perfect, mass-produced models have access to the tunnel."

“So every time it needs maintenance we give it a name.”

"Altar, toilet, magic mirror, one, two, three, four, anything will do."

"I still remember that the previous administrator called it the 'Xuanmen's Gate'."

"Anyway, after the maintenance, we will clean up the relevant memories of the entrants."

This was also within Chen Ze's expectation. No one knew about such an important place, simply because the memories of those who came and went were deceived.

But, how could such an important place be sneaked in by the rebels?

"It turns out it's you." Even the leader who was floating around like a fool on the side also reacted,
"Oh it's you!"

The leader once again recited those mottos that were whispered like a mantra,

"Everything will fall into place."

"You'll be there at the right time."

“Showing up in the right place.”

Only this time, it was told to itself.

"Why are you?" The leader finally wanted to understand why he could succeed. (End of chapter)