Chapter 1257: The fourth natural disaster (thirty)

Obviously, only when most of this body's functions are lost, and the only thing that can be done is to think about the old Wattam, he has time to think about the nature of the universe.
And judging from his physical condition and the degree of respect by those scientific research executives, he would naturally not play relatively newer games. Therefore, the "game" in his mouth is actually the most primitive meaning of this term, such as making pictures, Hide-and-seek, jump rubber bands, turn over ropes and the like.
That is, "The universe is a child's play made by certain high-dimensional creatures on a whim. They just want to see a big explosion, but they have no interest in the recondensed by the embers of the explosion and the microbes born on it."
His "game theory" should not have been published yet. In the future, there should be a wonderful chemical reaction with the research results of the Phoenix kid, so that the younger Watum understands that "this world is a virtual world of video games." This is embarrassing.
Although the "culprit" was discovered, his question still needs to be answered.
The previous part was Laplace's demon fighting, but this time he couldn't explain it, so I had to do it myself, and since it was an "altar of truth" that paid a price for truth, I couldn't just make up and fool around.
[I think you flicked Ute and Baao smoothly? 】
‘That’s because they don’t care about the reality of the universe at all. What I explained is the reason for Maréfiya’s appearance, and here, looking at the old man who is ready to trade his life for the truth... Uh, old man, do you have the heart to fool you? ’
[Uh...I think I will be beaten when I say "Near Heart"...]
"You can abandon this question and go back the same way, old sir," Marefiya stared at the elderly Wattam in front of him earnestly: "It's not that I want to temporarily increase the weight, but the price of this answer is not only your life, but also Your'existence' itself, in simple terms, if I tell you the answer, then you will'never existed' on this planet or even in the entire universe."
"[Hahaha, it seems that your identity is more than the'ghost' of the'Galactic Alliance', ma'am,]" Old Wattum typed with difficulty, but only from these characters he could see his happiness: "[Don’t worry, please tell me.]"
How could I worry about you, the worry is obviously the demon of Laplace who is also listening, it will be troublesome if he blows up because he can't accept it.
Although in the eyes of ordinary Wattam, the Altar of Truth is just a weird alien structure, but in fact there is a big blue butterfly floating in the sky.
"This universe is only the size of the Milky Way," Marefia said: "Every once in a while, there will be super-powerful'outer demons' invade and destroy all civilizations that enter space, and strive for as many civilizations as possible before it invades. Surviving and fighting together is the goal of the'Galactic Alliance'."
"[Please continue]." Old Wattum typed slowly.
"And this incident is only the'game background', and the battlefield against the'outer demons' is the protagonist's stage," Marefia continued: "You seem to have discovered this, trying to stop the game from proceeding through self-destruction. But it's a pity that your race is not important enough to achieve that goal. Therefore, "this time" I will be responsible for locking the technology to avoid the "last time" situation of Wattam."
"[Heh, vacuum decay.]" The elderly Wattam shook his head slowly: "[I have no other problems.]"
He seems to have a lot of misunderstandings, but it’s okay to tell him the background of Mass Effect. There is no need to even talk about the doomsday element. In addition, although the Laplace demon is shocked, there is no sign of collapse for the time being, and the ability to accept it is fine. .
"Then, I'm sorry." Marefia raised her hand and pierced the shell of the old Wattam with a light blade. The next moment, she, the old man and his mobility device instantly turned into golden light spots and scattered.
At the same time, the Watams who were watching the altar were stunned, and then each took back their gazes, and scattered while communicating, as if the old Watam had never been there before:
"[It is a pity for those physicists, it only takes a few more years to study the results.]"
"[Totally understand their thoughts, but I respect their choice.]"
"[There is no information coming back from the altar, it is a failure.]"
"[No, she can answer certain questions, it is the best information.]"
"[How to deal with this altar, keep it as a scenic spot?]"
"[Leave it to those big shots to consider.]"
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"[Old Director!]"
"[Old Director!]"
"[How can you come?!]"
After Malefia returned to the satellite orbit with the elderly Watam, Watam, who had been born first, exclaimed.
This is a huge translucent space platform-sponsored by the kindness of Laplace demon, its area is quite huge, it seems that the Watams wandering on it are a bit scattered.
"[It seems that you are not so cold.]" After the old supervisor Wattam said with a smile, he checked his body with a little surprise.
After all, the heroic form, returning directly to the peak moment, how could he still be sick.
"No, you don't need to send me a good person card. These Watams who have exchanged for the truth are indeed dead, and you will be forgotten by the people other than them," Marephia shook her head: "This is true. It's a game, but it's not a joke."
"[Then how are you going to place them?]" Older Wattum seemed to be familiar with the use of his vocal organs again, and his language gradually became fluent.
"Their souls, I mean the'thinking electromagnetic waves', will stay in this'subspace', allowing observation and small interference in the real world, until no one remembers them anymore, they will assimilate with the'group consciousness'," Marley Feiya glanced at old Wattum: "And you, will stay with the'group consciousness' until you die."
"[Hehe, it sounds good, so I have a long time to think,]" He turned his head slightly: "[So, where is my'roommate'?]"
"[Hello, Dr. Stephen Hawking, I am Wattam’s group consciousness'Laplace Demon',]" The giant blue butterfly slowly appeared:
[In view of your unparalleled reputation in the Wattam population , I hope to get your advice in future work.]"
"[Haha, of course it’s okay. They always say that I have guided the development of science, but this time it’s going to be true.]"
……Remind my sister that the translation of alien names is becoming more and more elegant.