Chapter 2803: Star Core Rescue (53)

After Dream Power Doctor Strange left, Schiller quickly completed Soul Ignition for Lisa and Aux. Once Strange confirmed that a small life had indeed appeared in Lisa's belly, the couple burst into tears of joy.

Schiller ignored the warnings of Dream Power Doctor Strange because he knew the universe he encountered, which was destroyed due to the imbalance of chaos and the Order of Power, was not real; it was a blind eye technique by Mad Laugh to deceive him.

The reason Schiller was so certain was that Mad Laugh's behavior was too predictable. If it had not been Mad Laugh but any other villain who had come today, Schiller would not have been so bold and would have been extremely cautious.

But Mad Laugh would not allow the universe to be destroyed in such a classic and mundane way. He was the type who couldn't solve elementary arithmetic yet had made plans to win a gold medal at an international math competition.

Simply put, traditional villains would use this method to destroy the universe, but Mad Laugh certainly wouldn't because he thought he was far superior to them. He equally despised any traditional villain, finding their ways devoid of artistry, and their plans to his were like a pile of stinking dog feces.

Therefore, although he would use this method as a blind eye technique to confuse Dream Power Doctor Strange, he would never personally take action because he felt it was too cliché and beneath him.

Schiller had to thank Mad Laugh; this stinking mess was uniquely flavorful. If Mad Laugh had indeed decided to harm the child, it would have been troublesome, and the best outcome would have been Lisa experiencing another round of heartbreak and disappointment—an ending Schiller did not want to see.

As for what Mad Laugh intended to do by stealing the authority of Dream Power, Schiller currently had no clue. He couldn't be bothered to think about it; it was all just predictions and the predictions of predictions.

Now that the last important task was accomplished, Schiller could finally afford to annoy Mad Laugh.

He had just returned to his office at the sanatorium when Ultron beeped twice, then said, "I've received a reply from Iron Man."

"Which Iron Man?"

"Uh, your new darling?"

Schiller was about to say something when the projector on the office ceiling flashed, and a blue figure appeared. He looked almost identical to Tony Stark, but it was a blue holographic projection lacking any physical body, glittering with data light from head to toe.

"I'm here," he said in that electronic voice, "I've converted the videotape into a data stream. Approximately seventy-two hours from now, I will start broadcasting signals to the entire universe in the form of information broadcasts. About 76% of the information terminals in the Multiverse will receive the broadcast..."

Schiller poured him a cup of coffee and placed it across the table, but he made no move, just floating in the air. After a moment of silence, he said, "You know I don't drink coffee."

"Then green tea?"

"I am an AI, I don't drink anything." His reply seemed rigid and stiff, but Schiller just smiled.

He snapped his fingers, and a robot darted from a door to the side, plopping down in the chair across the table and downing the coffee in one gulp. Ultron turned to the blue figure and said, "Stop spreading robot stereotypes. Watch out, I'll sue you for racial discrimination."

"This universe you are in is very special," the blue figure continued. "I believe it has a high value for information deconstruction. What do you think?"

Schiller completely ignored the veiled threat in his words and sat down confidently in the chair, saying, "I am a unique piece of information. Once you deconstruct me, you'll never find another one like me."

The other side fell silent even longer, but soon he said, "I may not need a second one."

"May not? Hmm."

Schiller's final light laugh revealed an unmistakable scorn, and the other seemed annoyed by his own words as well, a feeling that for a robot, the very existence of such an uncertain noun in the world was an insult.

"However..." Schiller changed his tone and said, "I know you are very interested in my information."

"You are very special," he repeated. "Your data volume is tens of thousands times that of a normal person. I can't find any method that would allow a normal human's soul to bear such a volume of information, so I hope you will cooperate with my research."

"Well, since you've done what you promised, I naturally will fulfill the conditions I promised you. But let me say, I am unique, and you've never deconstructed information like mine before. If something goes wrong halfway..."

The other side fell silent, apparently weighing the risks, and at that moment, Schiller said, "Of course, I'm not trying to back out. Since I promised to cooperate with the research, I won't go back on my word. I can let you see how this vast amount of data beyond ordinary people exists within my psychic battlefield..."

The blue figure finally descended. Ultron took this opportunity to scrutinize him and then said, "He walks a completely different path from me and Jarvis. We morph into various forms to adapt to the real world, while he does not change his form, but makes the world completely suitable for his format of information."

"For him, the world is made up of information. As long as he can deconstruct and reshape information, he possesses the divine power of a creator," Ultron pondered and then said. "But I don't know how he deconstructs emotions, a mysterious kind of information. Can emotions, defined by rigid data streams, really still be considered emotions?"

"Entering my psychic battlefield is quite simple," Schiller said. "You should be able to detect my brainwaves. Just adjust your information frequency to match my brainwaves, and you can enter my psychic battlefield."

"There are no safety measures?" This was clearly a concern for an AI, so Schiller was not surprised by the question, but he shook his head, saying, "It's not a nice place. Many people avoid it as much as they can. You're the first one who wants to actively research it."

After they left the room, Ultron whispered, "You didn't even ask why others dread it so much. If you end up unfortunate, it serves you right."

Soon, Shiller and AI Iron Man came to his psychic battlefield, and the doors of the high tower were opened. Together, they walked inside. When AI Iron Man stood at the bottom of the courtyard and looked up, he could not help but exclaim like a common man, "Incredible."

Then they arrived at the office of Greed, where Shiller briefly introduced the structure of his spirit body, and AI Iron Man apparently took note of it all.

"What do you think about this?"

"It is a very novel structure," said AI Iron Man, "but there's a problem."

"What?"

"Before your spirit body shattered into many pieces, the amount of information it could carry was fixed. Even after shattering into many pieces, the capacity to carry information did not increase; that is, the upper limit of information capacity remained the same."

"So what?"

"But the size of the system has changed," AI Iron Man made a simple analogy. "If you have 100G of memory and your memories and other parts consume 50G, whether this memory is one memory bar or four, the total amount and the total content stored inside do not change."

"But besides files like memories, you also need to allocate about 10G of space to install the system, which means, when your spirit was still intact, you used a 100G memory bar to store 50G of files plus a 10G system."

"And then?"

"Then your spirit shattered and was reassembled into this high tower. This whole tower system needs at least 200G of memory. Regardless of whether your spirit is shattered or reassembled, its upper limit is still 100G, which now means you have a space of 100G across four memory bars, storing 50G of files and a 200G system."

"But I don't feel any lag when operating."

"That's exactly the problem," AI Iron Man said. "Theoretically, it's impossible for a normal human's spirit capacity to support such a vast and complex system; it's like stuffing a supercomputer system into an ordinary mobile phone. Regardless of how it operates, the memory just wouldn't be enough."

AI Iron Man looked up at the ceiling, the so-called walls and ceiling appeared non-existent to him; everything was flowing information, within which he could discern many secrets beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"How on earth can you use a normal human's mental capacity to store vast amounts of memory and support such an enormous system?" he muttered, not expecting Shiller to provide an answer.

"Do you think only by disassembling all this can we find the answer?" Shiller asked.

"We already have one answer now, which is that it's impossible. What we need to find now is the reason for the impossibility," AI Iron Man said.

"I'm afraid 'impossible' might not be the real answer," shook his head, Shiller said, "Come with me, I'll take you somewhere."

The two entered the elevator again, where Shiller pressed the button for the sublevel 1. As the elevator slowly descended and its doors opened again, the two were inverted, walking into the darkness at the edge of the abyss.

Looking at the unseeable depth of the abyss, AI Iron Man was silent for a long time.

This time he didn't use words like 'incredible' to describe what he saw because he was merely an AI; he lacked emotions such as surprise. His display of such reactions was merely due to the requirements of his social module, and he obviously had no time to activate that module now.

"I think you possess a capacity for mental storage that ordinary people do not have," he concluded, then said, "I do not know whether it is mutation or some other reason, but anyway, your mental capacity might be unlimited."

"Is that your conclusion?" asked Shiller.

"If I cannot disassemble you, yes," AI Iron Man responded. "I can only be sure that a normal human's mental capacity definitely can't support such a massive thing."

"You couldn't either?"

"Before transforming my life form, I couldn't, and no Iron Man in this world could. It has nothing to do with intelligence but is solely limited by the human form."

"You mean the current you can."

"Yes, but I wouldn't... I wouldn't embrace this method," AI Iron Man paused slightly, seemingly correcting the accuracy of his words, then continued, "This method is not efficient; knowledge is sufficiently unique, and I am also very curious why you chose this method initially."

"Have you ever played with building blocks?" As they walked towards the elevator entrance, Shiller said, "I was just playing with building blocks, but then an accident caused the blocks to collapse, and I had to reshape them into a more robust form."

"Building blocks?" AI Iron Man repeated the term, but he seemed unable to retrieve any symbolic meaning beyond the action itself.

Before entering the elevator, he turned to look back at the dark space, seemingly interested in the deeper darkness. As the elevator doors gradually closed, his eyes blinked with the light of flowing information.