People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"For us, the mistake we have made is irreversible. I am beyond saving, and our civilization is beyond saving."

"But for you, for you who have become [Panku], it is just a slightly more difficult [puzzle game]."

Puzzle game?

Ernst didn't immediately grasp Precy's meaning, but her voice didn't stop. The smile on her face gradually took on a morbid quality, a tangled mix of morbid rationality and the sensual impulse to save everything, making her voice slightly breathless.

"If you'd like, I mean, if you'd like."

“I can entrust [DWBB] (the continuation of civilization) to you.”

"You can use the data of our civilization stored within it."

"You can use the flesh and blood of civilization, based on your memory, to piece together the original image of civilization in your mind."

“This is something we can’t do. I’ve tried for countless years, but I still can’t restore the redundant information to its original form. I’m sorry, I’ve really forgotten a lot of things.”

She rubbed her forehead in slight pain, but didn't stop talking:

“But you can, [Panku] can. With the information preserved in your soul, you can reshape your civilization. With the information of our civilization preserved in [DWBB], you can reshape our civilization. Those scattered flesh and blood, you can gradually give them back the appearance of [human], just like in the myths you described.”

"If Nuwa could create humans from clay, so can you!"

"By then, you can take Friston and her daughter to the Sahara Desert, the largest desert on Earth that you described, for your wedding. You can take Lo to the Mariana Trench, which is only a few thousand meters deep, for a vacation. You can travel with me and the Prophet to the vast sea of ​​stars. We can pilot Rhodes Island and search the entire universe to come to your side and find you!"

"You can make up for all regrets. You once said that you were born too early and didn't get to see the day when humanity explores the stars. You can start that day yourself, all you need to do is mobilize a little bit of information! You can also fulfill all your dreams. Information is limitless for you, and we are in sync with you!"

“Treasure, I want to save you. You should no longer suffer sacrifice after sacrifice in this endless cycle, unknowingly sending the civilization you once protected with your life into the petri dishes of others time and time again. You should enjoy the rights you deserve!”

Precys took a deep breath.

"You save everything."

"I will save you."

Chapter 1062 What is the person in charge of the Prehistoric Civilization Preservation Project?

9. Ernst needs time to think.

Every time Si came to Trimont, every time he met the Preservers, and every time he chatted with Precys, it was a refreshing experience for him.

The sheer volume of information, the complexity and absurdity of the ideas—the pre-civilization, the present civilization, and "myself"—was all too complicated for him.

To be honest, he felt it would be better to deal with the Agorians again, since their methods were "understandable"—nothing more than hegemony and power politics, imposing their ideas on you and then using unimaginable force to override your will and force you to make choices that meet their expectations.

But the concept of Hisspres is really too abstract.

Ernst even found it somewhat surreal, because Precys clearly didn't know one thing when he came to this conclusion.

To put it bluntly, sister, Arknights is a post-apocalyptic strategy tower defense game developed by Hypergryph. Players take on the role of a character named Doctor... *cough* Oops, wrong channel.

Anyway, sis, don't you think you're breaking the "fourth wall" a bit too much?

If Ernst is to piece together all the information and reshape "his own world," then should Ernst also create the game "Arknights" within it?

Are those people whom Ernst pieced together and shaped from scattered information still considered themselves?

If he had actually agreed to Precyth's request, then even if he had done so, he wouldn't have truly "gone home."

The universe is still the same universe, only the gods have changed from "observers" to "treasures," and the Earth is not entirely the Earth either; it was pieced together by Ernst using information.

If they're just strangers, that's fine, but if they're familiar or close friends...

The more Ernst thought about it in this direction, the stronger his unease about being an outsider became. This was not even the "Ship of Theseus" in the usual sense. Just thinking about that scene made Ernst experience a kind of "uncanny valley effect."

Not to mention, they also need to rely on the continued existence of the [DWDB] civilization to piece together the appearance of the previous civilization.

Ernst was able to establish a sense of belonging in Terra because the concept of time travel already existed in his original world. But now, he wanted to use "two-dimensional" methods to "create" three-dimensional, living people, to forcibly merge the concepts of "Earth" and "pre-civilization" into one universe, to forcibly conform to theories like "Originium," "Originium Arts," and "Subspace," and to integrate them into his impression of "Earth," all while forcing himself to believe it was normal.

Ernst has a terrible headache!

Just as Precys said, this is indeed not something a "human" can do.

God doesn't know if it will work, but it might work because God is omnipotent.

But when the time comes, under what name, in what image, and in what identity should Ernst appear?

Surely he can't be a god?

Precyth's words were deeply moving, but to be honest, Ernst felt more resistant than joy at "finding hope." If he really did that, how should he treat the Earthlings he "created"?

Nuwa created humans and sculpted the "children"?

A "person" pieced together from information?

Or is it essentially a "doll" that is completely influenced and controlled by his will and is extremely similar to him?

He couldn't even tell the difference himself.

All he knew was, yes, that was terrible!

And what is the cost?

Precythia describes “piece together” from the very beginning. The scenes she depicts are so dazzling and the ideas she conveys are so profound that people, after hearing about the glorious “achievements,” are often intoxicated by the great victory and joy, ignoring the specific costs.

The price is Terra.

Terra was shaped by the information that Ernst had leaked out.

It possesses a materials science that is extremely abstract, inherited from some unknown civilization!

It possesses a steadfast, almost eerily detached sexuality, originating from some unknown civilization!

It contains fragments of information from many civilizations that may have been destroyed.

But it also has the culture, language, and characteristics inherited from Ernst's true "hometown"!

He is indeed a hodgepodge, but every ingredient in this hodgepodge is real, a "treasure" of the past that he would rather "sacrifice" to protect.

Moreover, and most importantly, Ernst lived here for over twenty years.

People cannot have much sympathy for overly abstract concepts. For example, if someone suddenly comes to you today and tells you that your lover from 500 years ago is facing a huge crisis and needs you to sacrifice everything you have now to help her, but you actually know nothing about them.

You are a happy and successful office worker with a thriving career. Through your tireless efforts, the previously crumbling company has begun to heal. Everyone in the company respects you, your superiors have high hopes for you and have expressed their trust and support for your various proposals. Your subordinates also admire and trust you, even willing to entrust everything to you. You even have family, friends, and loved ones here; everyone sees you as their hope and is willing to let you represent the company at almost all important occasions!

How would you choose?

This cannot be simply dismissed as "they can be resurrected after they die." The beautiful outcome cannot mask the twists and turns of the process!

Moreover, according to Precys, if Ernst wanted to retrieve the information he had lost, then the Terran civilization would inevitably be "sacrificed".

This is the real fundamental contradiction.

Ernst was never one to "save one side while abandoning the other." Especially not in this form of "rescue."

It felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his heart, and Ernst even felt a little breathless.

Why don't you just kill me already? I'm going to resurrect myself. Let whoever wants to deal with this mess do their thing!

Until a hand gently rested on his shoulder.

The doctor had somehow moved away from Precyth and gone to Ernst's side, extending his hand.

Just as in the past, when faced with the immense pressure of the impending apocalypse and the despair of seeing no hope, the "treasure" offered them solace. Although the Doctor had forgotten many things, he had not forgotten pure "love."

Now, it was his turn to speak softly, comforting Ernst:

“You don’t need to be forced to make a decision, Ernst.”

"You were not born for a specific mission, nor do you need to exploit yourself to meet any expectations. You are simply yourself."

"We are indeed all trapped in a cycle of recurring events, but we have begun to break free from this so-called 'fate,' haven't we?"

“My awakening, the existence of the Deep Blue Tree, Friston’s watchful eye, and Precys’s plan—each of us is trying to use our own strength to break free from this cycle.”

"Time was indeed limited, but the search for information was not entirely fruitless."

"Besides [Originium], there's another plan that has a chance of success, isn't there?"

Ernst raised his head slightly, looking at the doctor with a somewhat dazed expression.

The doctor had a serene smile on his face.

It must be said that if you didn't know the doctor was male, just looking at that thin, delicate face and that androgynous voice, you would be quite surprised.

Brothers are really quite delicious.

But now is not the time to consider that. As the doctor said, there is another plan that has the potential to succeed.

【The Deep Blue Tree】.

"The Deep Blue Tree also needs sufficient nutrients to evolve. In the original model of the Deep Blue Tree, its first stage of growth was to devour the entire Terra in order to collect enough information samples and accumulate more powers."

"Precys spoke in a cold voice."

Her brow furrowed slightly, as if she was somewhat displeased with the doctor's interruption.

Why talk about other people's plans? Besides, what difference does the outcome make?

"What if we use simulation?"

The doctor turned his head and asked softly in return.

Precyth's brow furrowed even more:

"What do you mean?"

"What if we built a simulation environment to simulate the growth process required by the Deep Blue Tree, and in this process, provided it with all the evolutionary pheromones it needed through data calculations, enriching all its powers?"

"That's what the doctor said."

Precys immediately offered a rebuttal:

"We can't do it. The Terra civilization could never build a computer of this caliber. The amount of computation required is astronomical. It would need to achieve at least a star-scale efficiency (simultaneously processing all information from top to bottom within an entire prehistoric star field). Terra can't even do one ten-thousandth of that."

"But we can do it."

The doctor put his hands in his pockets, straightened his back, and faced Precythia directly.

“If you haven’t lied to us, then [Heaven’s Pivot] can handle this computing power.”

Precys's voice, which was about to refute, suddenly faltered, and his diamond-shaped pupils contracted slightly, but then immediately shifted in the opposite direction:

"But Terra also lacks the corresponding knowledge. Their understanding of [Power] is still at a very primitive stage. Doctor, your idea is good, but unfortunately, even if the primitives obtained a supercomputer, they couldn't calculate the formula for Originium. And if you want to teach them from scratch to the point where they can write the pheromones needed for the evolution of the [Deep Blue Tree], the time required will probably be longer than cultivating the [Deep Blue Tree]!"

“But, Precys, we have [DWDB].

The doctor said slowly,

“I saw that small black crown during my contact with Amiya at Rhodes Island. Similarly, if you haven’t lied about its information, it should preserve our understanding of this universe [all of it], right?”

Precys's voice paused again.

Construct a complete model using data from the Deep Blue Tree, or directly connect the Deep Blue Tree to the Heavenly Pivot! Then, let the Heavenly Pivot act as a computer to load this data model and provide a simulated evolutionary environment in a "black box sandbox." Finally, based on the survival of the DWDB civilization, provide a complete understanding of the laws of the entire universe during the peak of prehistoric civilizations. Within the "black box," complete all the data needed for the evolution of the Deep Blue Tree.

Finally, import this information directly into the Deep Blue Tree! This will complete the evolution of the Deep Blue Tree!

"Just like what I saw on Rhodes Island, accumulating combat experience can be done not only by going directly to the battlefield to carry out missions, but also by training in the simulated environment of the training room and watching combat records in the audio-visual room."

"This land has given me many inspirations, Presys. It is not without its merits, and is not only fit to be used as kindling to ignite the flame of hope."

"but"

"But why should I mobilize so many resources, abandon existing plans, and choose a detour to save an unfamiliar civilization, is that right?"

The doctor almost anticipated Priscilla's words and answered directly and crisply.

"If you're asking me why I did this..."

“Then I will answer you this way, Precys, because I want to do it. I want to protect the nascent civilization, and I also want to help Ernst, because we owe him something, so we can no longer force him to make this difficult decision!”

"For us, we can righteously choose ourselves. Because survival is the first necessity of civilization, and we need to be loyal to our own civilization. But Precys, Ernst is not just one of us; he also belongs to this civilization. Since your plan is based on his choice, we cannot force him to abandon one and choose another!"

"That's why I did it!"

"And if you ask me why I can do that..."

The doctor took a deep breath and said seriously,

"Because I am the chief person in charge of the plan for the survival of human civilization."

"If you still acknowledge my identity, then this is my order!"

Precys remained silent.

After a long silence, she let out a sigh.

Is the plan proposed by the PhD student feasible?