Chapter 122: Copy cut

Ivey's heart hurts, it beats so hard, so sad.
Lin Mingmei's appearance resurfaced again, he couldn't even call her name, he opened his mouth.
puff! A puff of blood splashed on his face.
The beautiful girl who resembled Lin Mingmei tore off one of her arms.
He waved it twice and threw it aside. An arm is not even as good as a chicken leg in her eyes.
"do you still remember me?"
She took an arm from somewhere and set it up.
Ivey tilted his head, letting the blood drip as he examined his own heart.
"Do you remember you? Which one is you? Which one is you?"
The girl tore off her other arm, she tore a new arm out of nothingness and set it up.
Ivey has a weird and discordant feeling.
The girl cut off one of her thighs...and put on a new one.
From a familiarity, to a strangeness, to a new familiarity.
Ivey's mood rises and falls like a roller coaster.
When this woman changed her body, he already knew where the problem was.
Throwing aside the technical problems of modern medicine, we imagine.
If a person changes an arm, we will say that this person has not changed.
Later, he underwent a heart transplant, and I recognized this person.
Until this person changes his brain, we say that this person has changed, and he is no longer the original person.
He has become the person who transplanted the brain.
In this case, we can think of it as cut + paste.
The original is replaced by the new.
Because of the iconic thing of the brain.
What if this brain loses memory?
This is another interesting question.
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In another case, some non-signature and inanimate parts are composed of individual parts. They are constantly damaged and replaced. What should I say?
For example, a pen, a pocket watch, etc.
It has been passed down from generation to generation, and it has been changed several times inside and out. It has long been different from the original one.
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In fact, as far as we are concerned, due to our metabolism, we don't know how many cells we have changed. It can be said that we have died long ago.
Only two parts still exist, the heart and the brain.
The person who had been rotten by the island nation’s nuclear radiation for a few months remained awake all the time. The cells were no longer reborn, but died and decayed. Think of it as on earth.
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The situation just mentioned is shear, no matter how the key parts are transferred, there is a uniqueness.
If it is replaced by copying, such as Schwarzenegger's "The Sixth Day", what kind of connection is there between the copy and the ontology?
It's really a joke to practice a clone.
Who is the real self?
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Sleep every day, in your sleep, clone you, including your brain and all memories. Then take your body away and instantly shatter it.
The other clone remains in its current state, activated and placed on the bed.
Wake up the next day, will you feel any difference?
You will find that nothing has changed, you are still you, still repeating yesterday, today, tomorrow...
Well, another situation.
You, the first ontology, have not been crushed, so why do you want to do such a cruel thing?
You were just taken to a strange place... and then you, or he, opened his eyes and began to doubt life.
Well, the heart is still too soft, and you don't want to do such a thing anymore. You have no changes in the original version, and you are still on the original bed.
It's just that there is one more person around, a clone of you.
This is very interesting, are you him? Or are you you?
This is copying.
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Maybe the creator of this world is even lazier. He only creates the original you and puts it somewhere. All other worlds are just projections. The so-called copying, cutting, and cloning of magic horses are all projections. It is just marked with numbers 1, 2, 3, 4... and it is your number...
It's really simple and rude.
The bad guy creator!
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Some women make men feel bad, and some women make men feel bad.
This woman in red is probably in the superposition of a good woman and a scumbag, which makes Ivey both distressed and headache.
Don't think about it if you don't understand, Ivey frowned, clutching his heart, watching the woman perform.
At the end, when she changed her head, Ivey was shocked once more.
Lin Mingmei's head was replaced by Lin Xi's head.
"This world is too big and my head is too small, I'm so sorry."
When humans think, God laughs.
Ivey decided to follow his heart and stop thinking about it.
He gently embraced Lin Xi in his arms, and said gently:
"I know that you don't exist. Even based on the most profound and mysterious soul attack, my soul black hole will absorb everything. Therefore, you are the shadow in my heart. I must find you and wait for me... …"
The sea of ​​souls is turbulent, and the sand on the bottom of the sea is dancing along with it, and a new puzzle is gradually revealed...
Ivey concentrated on watching...
Suddenly the whole world fell into darkness, absolute darkness.
He fell down, lost in time and space, never ending, accelerating.
He has only one direction-all the way down.
Well, in fact, the "down" direction does not exist, as long as the consciousness turns around, it can be understood as always upward ~EbookFREE.me~ or in any direction.
Towards a goal, and never reach it.
What kind of despair is this, such as the abyss.
If you stare at the abyss for too long, you will stare back at the abyss.
It is there, looking at you all the time.
Looking at you stupid 13.
Unless you undress and undress, deal with it. I really can't do it without taking off my shirt.
That absolute darkness does not know how long it will show.
Ivey has some ideas.
Haha, don't lie to me, is this the dark abyss?
No, this is the black hole of my soul.
Ivey was suddenly excited, and all the conspiracy was dull.
Sober instantly.
Red, yellow, blue, white, black.
The five-color magic has appeared. Then they will merge into a new world.
Ivey's heart is alarming. This is the closest to death. If he can't figure out a way, it will probably be the last.
"Freedom, soul, domino, explosion..."
The five-color magic appeared, and in just a short time, Ivey's soul seemed to have been tempered as never before, becoming tough and sharp after thousands of years.
Sure enough, fighting is the shortest way to improve yourself.
I thought I was playing a mob, but I didn't expect to have the feeling of closing the boss.
Five-color magic is merging the world, that weird and deformed taboo love.
Ivey doesn't know anything about sex.
He quickly constructed his own inner world, one-sided two-dimensional law.
Mebis ring-the perfect world!
The magic of choice is dark magic:
"Open the world!"