"I’ve never met Lori," she said, as if it could prove that he didn’t.
In fact, when he named Lori in this place, it didn’t feel real. However, Lori refused to be erased and ignored, and eventually floated. The edge of his vision was solemn and majestic, and he was like an evil spirit. He often worried that he was still carrying out an unknown command, information, needs and impulses that were embedded in his mind and could not be eliminated, but could be activated by others. Whenever he had such concerns, the image of Lori would emerge.
"We think in a machine way, not in an animal way. The enemy doesn’t agree with the machine." He likes the word "enemy"-"region" is more accurate and can prompt him to pay attention to a phenomenon like a meteorological event, but the enemy can create the focus of intention.
She laughed when she heard "thinking in a machine way instead of an animal way". "It definitely understands and agrees that machines understand better than all of us." She stopped to face his face and seemed to emit bursts of anger. "Aren’t you white? No matter who caused all this, it can manipulate genes to make amazing imitation of organisms, it can operate at the level of membrane, it can see through the appearance and see through the essence, and it can monitor and evacuate. For example, it seems that smart phones are as simple as flint arrows, and its transportation mode is complicated and complicated. The way we carry tools with us and record the world may prove itself. Maybe it recognizes that we don’t have consciousness and free will-at least not by standards. "
"If that’s the case, what will it give us?"
"It may give us the lowest note."
You have something in the corner of your eye. Can’t you get it out?
"Let’s give up, let’s live on the island, braid leaves and fish from the sea." In his dream, the underwater behemoth built a house with ribs while listening to self-made dance music and drinking poisonous weeds to brew spirits, ignoring the real world because it is gone.
She ignored it and went on to say, "Whales can hurt another whale. Whales in the ocean can talk to each other 60 miles away. Whales are just as smart as us, but we can’t understand it because we are slower than instruments." It is this view again. Perhaps the phrase "less you are" is not from her whisper, but perhaps it is his imagination.
"You sympathize with it," he said. "You like it." He couldn’t help but fight back.
In the past four days, he has always felt like walking through the cloth exhibition hall of the Natural History Museum. He likes museums very much-intriguing but not so real. It is not so real for him, even if the effect has not yet appeared. He has been invaded, infected and transformed. Is his fate to become a whimpering monster among reeds? And turn it into a worm meal?
"Viterbi’s notes have been faked many times." Later, he said mysteriously, testing her, especially at this moment, she seems to be absent-minded and always staring at the sky. Maybe it is just the right time to test how calm she can be about her own state. He also knows that there may be a hint of uncontrollable revenge because it is meaningless to go to the island.
She didn’t say a word, so he made up a quote, but as soon as he said it, he felt guilty. "According to the definition, falsehood is by no means a prototype, but there is no difference in perceiving the perfect falsehood to imitate the object. Although it sounds strange, it is also the truth of the world in a sense."
Still no response "don’t agree? What about this sentence?’ When you meet someone exactly like yourself, will you feel sympathy or will you have the impulse to destroy? Judge it as false and destroy it like a cardboard man?’ "This is also fabricated because Viterbi didn’t discuss vice-this damn document has never been read.
She stopped to face him and looked away as usual.
"Is this what you’re afraid of, chief?" Her tone is not particularly cold or warm "because I can hypnotize you"
"You may also be affected," he said, trying to reassure her by warning. However, he also knew that she might really need hypnosis in the future, just like the passage to the area. "Grab my hand and close my eyes." It felt like crawling out of the mouth of a black snake. He seemed to "see" the hissing in the depths of his throat, and at the same time, there seemed to be many underwater behemoths watching him in all directions.
"I’m not affected."
"But you are an assistant-an imitation," he continued. "Maybe the assistant doesn’t have that defense ability and you still don’t know why." She told him all these things herself.
"Come and test me" she said as if a growl came from the depths of her throat. She stopped to throw her backpack at him. "Come and test me. Say what you think will destroy me."
"I don’t want to destroy you," he said quietly, looking away.
"Are you sure?" She said that she was so close that he could smell her sweat and see her shoulders hunched and her left hand curled. "Are you sure?" She repeated, "If you’re not sure about something, why don’t you take precautions against me? You hesitate to want my company and are not sure whether I am human or not. I am made by the enemy and must be made by the enemy, but you still can’t control yourself. "
"I helped you in the Southern Border Bureau," he said.
"Don’t thank others for what you deserve, you tell me." He staggered back. "I didn’t want to come to this place, Ghost Bird. I followed a person here but I didn’t know if I knew her." She was still like a signal light to him, which made him feel resentful and wanted to refuse, but he was self-disciplined.
"Nonsense, you know exactly who I am-or you should know that you are scared just like me." She said that the manager knew she was right, and he had no defense in this land.
"I don’t think you are the enemy," he said. The word "enemy" sounds harsh and unreasonable at the moment. "I don’t think you are true or false."
"I’m really a John, but I’m not a perfect deputy," she exaggerated, but she gave in or he felt that she had given in. "I’m not her, and she’s not me. Do you know what I would say if I met her face to face?"
"What?"
"I will tell her,’ You made too many fucking mistakes. You made so many mistakes, but I still love you. You are a mess and an inspiration. However, I can’t be you. I can solve the problem by myself.’ According to my understanding of her, she will look at me strangely and take samples from me."
He gave a guffaw and slapped his knee. "You’re right. You’re right. She will do it." He sat down on the ground, but she still stood as stiff as a sentry. "I don’t have enough skills here. I’m completely stupid, even if I go to the lighthouse."
"I’m completely stupid," she said with a smile.
"Strange, isn’t it? A strange place ",though he didn’t mean it, became more talkative. Suddenly he calmed down. This was the calmest moment since he arrived here. All the failures in the past seemed to be blurred behind another border.
She looked at him carefully
"We should move on," she said, "but you can continue reading the document."
She reached out and pulled him up. A strong grip reassured him more than words.
"But this is a fucking disaster," he said. "I’ll read you the last words and testimony of an idiot."
"Do we have any other entertainment here?"
"That’s right"
The manager didn’t tell her Viterbi’s strange house or doubt that Viterbi was a regional body. He didn’t describe to her his last desperate moment when the border moved. Because he hid these things from the ghost bird, he understood his mother’s lies better. She tried to cover up her important decisions by hiding or diluting them, but with her wisdom, she must have talked about her motives in vain. No matter how to confuse them, every omission left traces.
"’It is like self-renewal? Don’t you live our lives through us?’ "Viterbi asked the manager that although this person may have died or suffered a more terrible fate, he still managed to continue.
However, she didn’t listen carefully to her attention and was attracted by something in the sky. He knew that it was definitely not a stork. This time, he had a telescope. In a hurry, he searched for the object she was watching intently, and then repeatedly adjusted the focus, not sure whether he really saw it clearly.
But he did see clearly.
In the dark blue sky, there are objects floating like ribbons, which are broken, ragged, wide and strange in shape. It floats and moves far away from the sky … The manager thinks that the plastic bag is split and extended into many strips … But it is thicker and the sky is closely integrated. Its texture and looming appearance make his hands tremble and feel cold and numb. He remembers a wall that is not a wall, but a wall that touches and breathes.
"Hey!" As he spoke, the ghost bird forced him to kneel in the reeds. At this moment, he could feel the brightness of his body-stretching tightly as if his skin were being pulled toward it, which was no longer a daily extension. The force involved was so strong that he might get up if he was not suppressed by the ghost bird again. He was grateful to have her around him, and he was really glad that he was not alone.
The shuttle back and forth in that thing is frightening-floating and dancing, sinking and rising, and then a terrible rustling not only runs through his ears but also through his body, as if some kind of solid particle penetrated his body. He did not move, cursing and looking at it in fear. "The undulating lines are looming." There is such a sentence in the Viterbi report that he didn’t read it before, but he recalled the video footage of the first exploration team because of its unclear meaning.