Asimov: Final question

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　　The final question was first raised on May 21, 2061 AD, in a half-joking manner. It was the time when humans made their debut on a star-studded stage. The cause was a bet of five dollars in the middle of a drunken drink. Here's how it went:

　　Alexander-Jadour and Hosan-Rupov were two loyal servants of the "Mo of Mao". What kind of activity is going on behind the surface of the huge computer, the surface that is cold, clicking and constantly shining? These two cooks know better than anyone else in the world. They at least have a general idea of the basic blueprint of the whole telecommunications transmission and all the circuits. The complexity of this system is increasing day by day, and long ago it was beyond the full grasp of any individual person.

　　The "Mold of Mao" can self-adjust and self-correct. It must have that capacity, because there is no artificial force that can be adjusted and corrected for it quickly or appropriately. Thus, Yadol and Rupov only made some very slight and superficial observations and dishes of the behemoth. However, they did it with all their heart, and no one could do it better than them. They entered the data, modified the question to suit the needs of the "Mao's mold", and finally translated and sorted out the output answers. Obviously, they, like all other people in the same industry, are highly qualified to share the glory of "Mao's model".

　　For decades, the "Maw's Model" helped people design ship branches and determine trajectories that would allow humans to reach the moon, Venus and Mars. But a little farther away, the resources of the earth's poor ridge can no longer provide the fuel needed for spacecraft. These lengthy journeys require too much energy. Humans have been mining the earth's coal and uranium mines with increasing efficiency. However, both coal and uranium on Earth are limited.

　　But step by step, "Mao's model" collected enough information to make more thorough answers to some of the more profound questions. On May 14, 2061 A.D., what had once been a theoretical idea finally became a reality.

　　The Sun's energy is stored, transformed, and directly utilized on a scale that pervades the planet. The Earth extinguished her coal fire, turned off its uranium reactor, and then opened a special electric button to connect itself to a small supply station. This one-mile-diameter supply station orbits our planet at half the distance between the Earth and the Moon. The whole earth relies on some invisible solar beam to walk.

　　Seven days is not enough to dim or silence the light and bustle. But Yadol and Rupov were finally able to avoid the public socializing and quietly get together in a place no one would have thought of. This place is a discarded chamber underground. There, the "Mao's Mold" revealed a small part of its huge body buried deeply. Neither managed nor idle, the "Mao's model" made a lazy clicking sound, and was calmly sorting out some routine information. It is also receiving leave. The two lads were so happy, they had no intention of bothering the big man.

　　They brought a bottle of wine. At this moment, the only thing the two wanted to do was to relax and chat with the wine.

　　"Think about it! That's amazing. Yadour said. His broad face showed signs of weariness, and he was slowly stirring the wine in front of him with a glass rod, staring at the slowly swirling ice cube. "We can't use up the energy in this life and this life, and we don't have to spend a dime to pour in and out. As long as we want, we have enough energy to melt the whole earth into a drop of molten iron containing impurities, and we can care less about the energy spent afterwards! There is no end to the energy in this life and this life, and all the energy we need is forever, forever, forever! ”

　　Rupov tilted his head obliquely to the side. This is a strange move that he is preparing to make to the contrary to refute the strange actions that others often do. He was now trying to make the opposite point, to refute Yadol. A small part of the reason was that he was responsible for bringing the ice cubes and wine glasses. "Not forever." He said.

　　"Oh! Screw you! It's not always, if not forever! At least until the sun runs out of oil, Lao Ya. ”

　　"That's not forever."

　　"Okay! Then at least ten million years, hundreds of millions of years! Even if it's about two billion years old, okay? ”

　　Rupov raised his fingers and stroked his thinning hair, as if to tell himself that there was still a lot left. He slowly sucked on his frozen wine and said, "Two billion years is much worse than forever." ”

　　"But at least it's enough for us, you say?"

　　"So, coal and uranium are not the same, can we?"

　　"Okay! But now we can ship every spacecraft directly to our solar power station. It can go back and forth to Pluto millions of times without the risk of fuel shortages. If coal and uranium were used, this would certainly not be possible. I don't believe you can ask 'Mao's model'. ”

　　"I don't have to ask 'Mao's mold'. I know that. ”

　　"Then please don't pick three or four, and underestimate the merits of the 'Mao's model' for us." Jadour exclaimed excitedly, "It's done a pretty good job." ”

　　"Who says it doesn't do well? I'm just saying: The sun can't burn forever. That's all I've been talking about. We are indeed sitting back and relaxing in two billion years, but what about after that? "One of Rupov's fingers trembled slightly at the other." Please don't tell me that humanity will turn to other planets to draw energy. ”

　　For a while, everyone was silent. Jardol only lifted the glass to his lips once or twice. Rupov slowly closed his eyes. Both were resting.

　　Rupov suddenly opened his eyes. "You're thinking, the sun is out, there are other stars. Isn't it? ”

　　"I didn't think so."

　　"It must be, you must be thinking like this. Your problem is that you don't understand logic. You're like the silly boy in the story, halfway through the rain. He went into the jungle and took refuge under a tree. He wasn't in a hurry at all, because he thought that if his tree was soaked, he could find another one. ”

　　"I understand, I understand." Jadour said, "You don't have to say it so loudly. When the sun is finished, the rest of the planets are just as doomed, aren't they? ”

　　"Of course." Rupov murmured, "The origin of everything in the universe can be traced back to the first big bang, no matter what it was." Similarly, all stars have a time when they burn out. At that time, everything will be destroyed, and the whole universe will be finished. Of course, some planets burn faster than others, go to his! - For example, those red giants and blue giants are only tens of millions of years old. The Sun will be five billion years away, and as for the white dwarfs and red dwarfs, they will probably be able to support tens of billions of years more--whatever they will be of use at that time! But at best, a hundred billion years, everything will go into darkness. Entropy is to grow to a maximum, that is. ”

　　"I know very well about entropy." Jadour said seriously, as if it had something to do with his dignity.

　　"You know a fart!"

　　"At least I know no less than you!"

　　"Then you should understand that everything will eventually dissipate and perish."

　　"Okay! Who says they won't? ”

　　"It's you!" You poor worm. You say we have energy that we can never use up. You say 'forever'. ”

　　This time it was Yadol's turn to go against the grain. "Maybe one day, everything will start from scratch!" He said.

　　"No way!"

　　"Why? There will always be such a day. ”

　　"Never!"

　　"Ask 'Mao's mold'!"

　　"You go and ask 'Mao's mold'!" I dare to lose. If 'Mao's mold' says 'yes', I'll lose you five dollars. ”

　　Jardol was just too drunk to accept the bet, but he was also sober enough to perform the desired operation. He re-drafted the problem with symbols and a whole bunch of operational instructions. In everyday parlance, the question goes something like this: "Can mankind one day restore the sun to its youthful exuberance after the sun dies of old age without having to expend a single ounce of energy?" ”

　　The whole question could be read more simply: "How can the net entropy of the whole universe be greatly reduced?" ”

　　The "Mo of Mao" suddenly became dead and silent. The flickering light went out, and the clicking sound of distant telegraph transmission stopped.

　　Just when the two technicians who were scared half to death felt that they could no longer hold back, the telegraph machine attached to the "Mao's model" suddenly regained its vitality, and on the paper tape that was spit out, eight big words were typed: "Insufficient information, no comment." ”

　　"You can't gamble." Rupov said softly. The two followed and hurried away.

　　The next morning, the two had a headache and a bitter tongue, and they had long forgotten the whole thing.

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　　Xie Lu, Xie Luting, Xie Lu'er, Xie Lu'er, and four others looked at the star-studded screen together. As the spacecraft completes its "non-time" journey through "hyperspace", the screen suddenly changes, and in a breath, the image of the evenly staggered stars shining becomes a terrifying picture of a lonely, bullet-sized brilliant disc in the center, watching everything.

　　"That's the X-23." Xie Lu said confidently. He carried his long, thin hands on his back, his knuckles slightly white from the excessive force of his grip.

　　Little Sheroute — both girls — just happened to experience their first "ultra-space crossing." Both of them felt very much that they were crossing between them, and there was a strange feeling of being upside down inside and out or reversed from inside. They covered their mouths and laughed while frantically chasing each other around their moms, shouting, "We're in X-23!" We got to X-23! We—"

　　"Quiet! child! Xie Luting said flatly. Xie Lu, are you sure? ”

　　"What's not to be sure about?" Xie Lu asked rhetorically, looking up at the ceiling, the smooth and flawless protruding metal structure. The structure extends throughout the room, sinking into the two diagonal walls. In fact, it was as long as an entire ship.

　　Xie Lu knew very little about this thick metal long pole. He only knew that its name was "miniature mold", and anyone who had any questions or problems could ask it. But even if no one asks it a question, it still has the important task of navigating the spacecraft and leading the spacecraft to a certain intended destination. It draws energy from different "sub-galactic power supply stations" and calculates the answer to the mathematical formula for the "superspace leap."

　　Xie Lu and his family just had to rest and wait in the comfortable living cabin of the ship.

　　In the past, Xie Lu was told that the word "model" at the end of the "miniature mold" means "analog computer" in the ancient earth language. But Xie Lu almost forgot about this.

　　Xie Luting looked at the screen, her eyes wet. "I can't help it. When I think of abandoning my hometown and staying away from the earth, I always feel as if I don't know what to do. ”

　　"You're stupid! What's there to be nostalgic about on Earth? Xie Lu asked, "We have nothing there." Here, in the X-23, we will have it all. You don't feel lonely. You are not the pioneer pioneers. There are already more than a million people on this planet. Ha! Our great-grandchildren, perhaps because X-23 is already overcrowded by then, are looking for a new world! Then, Xie Lu paused thoughtfully, "Isn't it?" Those computers were able to develop corresponding interstellar travel methods as the population grew, which was really our good luck. ”

　　"I know, I know!" Xie Luting still couldn't help but feel sadness in her heart.

　　Xie Lu'er rushed to say: "Our 'micro mold' is the best 'micro mold' in the world. ”

　　"Yes, I think so." Xie Lu stroked her hair.

　　It is a pleasure to have a "miniature mold" of your own. Xie Lu was very fortunate that he was in the current era, not other centuries. When his father was young, all computers were behemoths that stretched for nearly a hundred square miles. And each planet has only one pair, called a "planetary model." Over the past thousand years, they have become bigger and bigger. But progress came suddenly and changed everything. Molecular pistons replaced transistors, and the largest "planetary module" became only half the space of a spaceship.

　　Xie Lu was very excited. Every time he thought about the question, he felt the same way: the "miniature mold" he personally possessed now was many times more complex than the "Mao's mold", which was both ancient and primitive, when the sun was first tamed. Compared to the Earth "planetary model" (the largest "planetary model" ever) that solved the problem of hyperspace flight for the first time and made the journey between the stars possible. The complexity is no exception.

　　"So many planets, so many planets." Xie Luting sighed, and the thoughts in her heart fluctuated. "I think that family after family will be like we are now, forever moving to new planets to live."

　　"Not forever." Xie Lu smiled and said, "One day, everything will stop." Of course, that's at least billions of years from now. A long, long time later. Do you know? Even the brilliance of the stars has a day of exhaustion. Entropy must continue to grow. ”

　　"Dad, what is entropy?" Xie Lu'er screamed.

　　"Little sweetie. Entropy is a name that represents how much energy the universe has expended. Everything will run out, like your little communications robot that walks and barks, do you remember? ”

　　"Can't we put on a new battery, like I did with a little robot?"

　　"Baby, the stars themselves are batteries. Once they run out, what about the new batteries? ”

　　Xie Lu'er immediately sprinkled, "Daddy, don't let them run out, don't let those stars run out!" ”

　　"Look at you, make it like this." Xie Luting whispered, a little angry and overwhelmed.

　　"How do I know I'll make them scared?" Xie Lu answered in a low voice.

　　"Ask 'Miniature Mold'!" Xie Lu'er said loudly, "Ask it how it can make the stars light up again." ”

　　"Go for it." Xie Luting said: "This will make them quiet." Xie Lu'er also began to cry at this time.

　　Xie Lu shrugged. "Well, well, my dear. I went to ask about the 'miniature mold'. It will tell us. You don't have to worry! ”

　　He asked about the "miniature mold" and urgently added: "Print out the answer." ”

　　Xie Lu held the thin note in both hands and said with a happy look, "Look! At that time, the 'miniature mold' had its own way of taking care of everything. You don't have to worry anymore. ”

　　Xie Luting said, "Now, it's enough for Zhong to go to bed." We will soon arrive at our new home. ”

　　Before destroying the note, Xie Lu read the words on it: "There is insufficient information, there is no comment." ”

　　He shrugged and turned to look at the screen. The X-23 is just ahead.

　　The VJ-23X of Linma Province stared at the dark deep space in the three-dimensional, small-scale projection of the Milky Way and said, "I sometimes think that we are a little bored and ridiculous when we take this matter so seriously." ”

　　The MQ-17J of the Pickaxe Gallery shook his head. "I don't think so. You know, at the current rate of expansion, the entire galaxy will be full of people in less than five years. ”

　　Both of them appeared to be in their early twenties. Both are tall and graceful.

　　"Still," said VJ-23X, "I am still reluctant to submit such a pessimistic report to the Galactic Council." ”

　　"I think it's most appropriate to do that. They just need a little shock, and we should make the high-ranking officials serious and see the problem clearly. ”

　　The VJ-23X sighed. "Space is infinite. There are thousands of galaxies waiting for us outside, as we go about. Come to think of it, the number of all the galaxies is really more than ever! ”

　　"Even one hundred million and one trillion is still not infinite." And the total number is getting smaller and smaller than infinite. Think about it! Twenty thousand years ago, humans first solved the problem of directly using stellar energy; centuries later, interstellar flight was realized. It took millions of years for humanity to fill a small world, but it only took fifteen thousand years to fill the rest of the galaxy. Today, our population is doubling every decade—"

　　VJ-23X forked and said, "We need to know that immortality is a major factor. ”

　　"It was good. We can live forever now. Yes, we should take it into account. I always felt that this immortality had its unpleasant side. The 'Galactic Model' has indeed solved many problems for us, but as far as the problem of preventing aging and death is concerned, its previous achievements have been wasted. ”

　　"However, I don't think you're going to give up your life!"

　　"No! No! MQ-17J replied urgently and flatly, but then turned to a gentle and euphemistic remark: "At least not now." I'm still quite young. What about you? How old are you? ”

　　"Two hundred and twenty-three years old. What about you? ”

　　"I'm not yet two hundred years old—but let's go back to the original topic." The population doubles every decade. One day when this galaxy is full, within ten years we will be able to fill the second galaxy. In another ten years we can pack the other two. Another decade, four. In less than a hundred years, we will be packed with a million Galaxies. In just 10,000 years, the entire universe will be crowded with people shoulder to shoulder. What happens after that? ”

　　VJ-23X said: "One more thing to consider is the issue of transportation. I doubt how many solar energy units would be needed to move the inhabitants of the entire galaxy from one galaxy to a second. ”

　　"Well mentioned. Even today, humans consume two units of yang energy per year. ”

　　"Most of the energy is wasted. Imagine our own galaxy alone, which exports thousands of units of yang energy every year, and we only use two of them. ”

　　"Nice. But we can use this energy in a hundred percent, but it is only to make the end come later. Our energy needs are rising exponentially, more than the population is growing. We will exhaust all the energy we can use early in the morning before all the galaxies are extinguished. Interesting, a really interesting point. ”

　　"However, we can recreate new stars from interstellar gas."

　　"Or to create new stars out of diffuse heat?" MQ-17J asked in a mocking tone.

　　"There might be a way we could reverse the trend of entropy. We should ask 'Galactic Model'. ”

　　The VJ-23X really doesn't really think that way. But the MQ-17J had taken his Galaxy Mode communicator out of his pocket and placed it on the table in front of him.

　　"I wanted to do that early on." "This is a problem that humanity will have to face sooner or later," he said. ”

　　He stared solemnly at the communicator. The communicator was just a two-inch square cube, and there was almost nothing in the middle. But through hyperspace, it is connected to the great "galactic model" that serves all mankind. If we take into account superspace, it is really part of the huge body of the "galactic model".

　　MQ-17J paused, wondering if one day he would be able to witness the "Galactic Model" in his immortal years. This "galactic model" is located on a small world specially designed for it. Cobweb-like force field beams crisscross and intersperse back and forth. Stream after stream of submesons, galloping through the special substances supported by beams of light, replacing the ancient and clumsy molecular pistons of the past. However, even the "galactic model" with these "sub-aether" advanced technologies has its entire body as long as two thousand feet.

　　Suddenly, the MQ-17J asked the Galaxy Mode Communicator, "Can entropy be reversed?" ”

　　The VJ-23X was startled and hurriedly said, "Oh! I'm not really asking you to ask a question like that. ”

　　"Why not?"

　　"We are all well aware that entropy cannot be reversed. We cannot turn the remaining soot and ashes back into a big tree. ”

　　"Is there a lot of trees in your world?" MQ-17J asked.

　　The sound of the "Galactic Model" startled the two people, and the two people immediately fell silent, not daring to make a sound. From the delicate and delicate communication instrument, a crisp and pleasant voice came out, saying: "The information is insufficient, there is no comment." ”

　　VJ-23X said, "But isn't it! ”

　　The two then returned to the topic of the report to be presented to the Galactic Council.

　　His Holiness's mind stretched out over the new galaxy, showing a slight interest in the countless stars that maintained the brilliant brilliance of the galaxy and the flowing stars that flowed through the Milky Way. He had never visited this galaxy. Is it possible for him to visit all the galaxies? They are so numerous, and each one is full of people — but the load has almost become a useless burden. Step by step. The true essence of humanity has moved here, in the depths of this space.

　　It's the mind, not the body! Those immortal shells still remain on the planet, "full of ocean and might." Sometimes they will rise up and do some substantive activities, but that is less and less. In addition, for a long time, fewer and fewer new selves have emerged to join this incomparably powerful ranks. But what does that matter? In any case, there is less and less space in the universe for new individuals to inhabit.

　　In his contemplative meditation, His Holiness was awakened by the ethereal tentacles of another approaching mind.

　　"I am His Holiness." His Holiness said, "What about you? ”

　　"I'm a big ten dizzy. What's your galaxy called? ”

　　"Let's call it the Milky Way?" What about yours? ”

　　"That's what we call it. Everyone calls their galaxy 'their galaxy', nothing more. However, this is also quite natural. ”

　　"Yeah. All galaxies are the same anyway. ”

　　"Not all galaxies are the same. In a unique galaxy, there must be a place where humanity originated. Doesn't that make this galaxy different? ”

　　His Holiness said, "So which one?" ”

　　"I don't know. However, the 'cosmic model' will know. ”

　　"We might as well ask about it." I was suddenly curious. ”

　　His Holiness expanded the scope of his senses until the galaxies shrank smaller and smaller, becoming scattered dots of light on a larger, darker background; this galaxy of billions of trillions of trillions carried immortal dwellers, intelligent forms, and the minds of these forms floated freely in deep space. However, one of the galaxies is unique, because it is from which human beings originate and thrive. In those hazy distant years, there was a time when this was the only place where humans lived.

　　His Holiness was burned by the fire of curiosity, eager to see what the galaxy looked like. He shouted, "'Cosmic Model'!" From which galaxy did humanity originate? ”

　　The "cosmic model" immediately heard this call, because in every world and every corner of space, the "cosmic model" has its receiver silently waiting. And each receiver passes through hyperspace and directly to an unknown place, the "cosmic model" alone, where everything is dominated.

　　Of all the people known to His Holiness, only one thought has penetrated into the visible range of the Cosmic Model. According to what he later said, all he saw was a dazzling sphere, about two feet in diameter, and it was still vague.

　　"But how can that be the whole of the 'cosmic model'?" His Holiness once asked.

　　"Most of the 'cosmic models' are in hyperspace. However, I can hardly imagine how it exists there. This is the answer that His Holiness got.

　　In fact, not only the person who answered could not imagine it, but no one could imagine it either. His Holiness knew that this was because a long time ago, humanity had not participated in any part of the process of making any of the "cosmic models". Each "cosmic model" personally designs and builds its successor.

　　Each computer, through the millions of years of its existence, has continued to collect and accumulate the necessary information to create a better, more sophisticated, more competent successor. All its knowledge and self-consciousness will be integrated into this inherited computer, mixed into one.

　　The "cosmic model" interrupts the wandering mind of His Holiness, but not in words, but through guidance. The mind of His Holiness is led to a bleak picture of a galactic ocean in which one of the galaxies expands until the stars within it are clearly recognizable.

　　A thought ensued. Incomparably distant, yet incomparably clear: "This is the original galaxy of mankind." ”

　　But no matter how you look at it, you can't see any difference between this galaxy and others. His Holiness suppressed the disappointment in his heart.

　　The Great Ten Halos accompanied His Holiness's mind all the way, and now suddenly said, "And one of the stars is the star of human origin?" ”

　　The "cosmic model" says: "The original planet of mankind has become a new star." Now it's a white dwarf. ”

　　"Are all the people up there dead?" His Holiness asked in amazement and without thinking.

　　The Cosmic Model says, "As in other similar situations, we created a new world in time so that their flesh could inhabit it." ”

　　"Oh! Of course. His Holiness said. But just as he said this, a feeling of loss came to mind. His mind let go of his grasp of the original galaxy of mankind, allowing it to jump back into the ocean of the galaxy and become a hazy point of light again. He never wanted to see this galaxy again.

　　Big Ten dizzy said, "What? ”

　　"The stars are fading away one by one. The original planet is dead. ”

　　"They're going to die." What's wrong with that? ”

　　"But when all the energy is exhausted, our bodies will eventually die." Even you and I are not immune. ”

　　"That's going to take billions of years."

　　"Even billions of years from now, I don't want that to happen." Cosmic Mode'! How can we make the stars immortal? ”

　　Da Shi Di found it amusing and said, "You are asking, can the direction of entropy be reversed?" ”

　　The "cosmic model" replied: "Insufficient information, no comment." ”

　　His Holiness's mind flew back to his own galaxy without turning back. He didn't pay any more attention to the Great Ten Halos, whether the body of the Great Ten Halos was waiting in a galaxy billions of light-years away, or just on the planet next to the Venerable Planet. That really doesn't matter.

　　Distraught, His Holiness began to collect hydrogen from the astral space to create a small star of his own. If all the stars did die one day, at least some planets could be built today.

　　Human beings look at themselves. In a sense, the human mind has become one. He is made up of countless billions of trillions of evergreen bodies. Each body lies immortally in its place, resting quietly. Each is served by some flawless, equally immortal robot. The minds of all these bodies slowly merge together freely and freely, becoming you have me, I have you, and it is difficult to distinguish between each other.

　　Humans say, "The universe is going to die." ”

　　Humans look around at the dim galaxy around them. All the giant planets, those who squandered and wasted, had long since disappeared without a trace in the darkest and most distant past. Almost all the stars have become white dwarfs, surviving for more than a few years.

　　Between the stars, some new stars are born from the dust, some are through natural means, and some are made by humans. However, even these are gradually moving towards death. If you gather a few white dwarfs, make them collide together. The enormous amount of energy released can be used to create some new stars. But it takes about a thousand white dwarfs to create a new planet. And it is these "new stars" who also have a day to die.

　　Humans say, "As long as it is used well, through the supervision and instruction of the 'Ten Thousand Sects Model', the energy that is still left in the universe can last for billions of years." ”

　　"That's it." Man says, "One day, everything will be dusted." No matter how cleverly used, how long-term saving, once the energy is spent, it escapes and scatters, and cannot be caught. Entropy must grow forever until it reaches its maximum. ”

　　Humans say, "Can't entropy be reversed?" Let's ask 'Ten Thousand Models'. ”

　　The "Ten Thousand Sects Model" surrounds humanity, but it is not in space. In fact, the "Ten Thousand Sects Model" is not in the slightest bit in space, it is entirely in superspace, composed of something that is neither material nor energetic. Its size and nature are meaningless in terms of the language and thinking that human beings know.

　　"'Ten Thousand Emperors'," said the human, "how can entropy be reversed?" ”

　　"Wan Zongmo" said: "The information is insufficient, there is no comment." ”

　　Humans say, "Collect more information!" ”

　　"Wan Zongmo" said, "I will." I've been doing this for ten billion years. My ancestors and myself have been asked this question many times. However, as far as all the information is concerned, it is still not enough to answer. ”

　　"Will there be a day," said the human, "and the data will finally be sufficient." Or is this problem insurmountable in any case? ”

　　"Wan Zongmo" said: "There is no problem that cannot be solved under any circumstances." ”

　　The human said, "When will you have enough information to answer this question?" ”

　　"Will you continue to seek answers to this question?" Humans asked.

　　"Wan Zongmo" said, "I will." ”

　　Humans say, "We'll be patient." ”

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　　All the stars and galaxies, one by one, perished. After a hundred million trillion years of waste, space became pitch black, and there was no light at all.

　　Human beings are integrated into the "mold" one by one. Each substantial body loses its mental self in the process of fusion, but the result is not a loss, but a great gain.

　　The last of human hearts will stop before they merge. He looked into the depths of space. Except for the last dark planet, there was nothing left, and there was only a trace of extremely thin matter, which was excited by the heat of the residual temperature dissipated and infinitely close to absolute zero.

　　"Man" said: "'Mold', is this the end?" Can't these chaos be reversed in the universe? Can it be done? ”

　　"Mo" said: "The information is insufficient, there is no comment." ”

　　The last shred of "man's" mind merges with the "model", and in the end only the "model" exists alone- existing alone in superspace.

　　Matter and energy are eliminated, and space and time disappear as well. Even the existence of the "mod" is only to answer the last question. This question has not been answered correctly since a half-drunk computer operator asked a computer a question 100 million trillion years ago. Of course, that computer is far inferior to a "person" compared to a "model".

　　All questions were answered. But as long as this question is not answered, the "model" has not been able to relax its self-consciousness.

　　All the information that exists is finally collected. There was no information that had not been included.

　　However, all the collected information still needs to be synthesized in its entirety and classified, arranged and combined one by one according to the relationships it may have.

　　This work took a "moment" without time intervals.

　　Finally, the "mold" learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.

　　But in the face of the answer to this last question, the "model" could not find anyone to tell. That doesn't matter, though. This answer— expressed in practice — will take care of even this.

　　After another moment without time, "Mo" pondered the best way to start. Carefully, the "mold" establishes the entire program.

　　The idea of "modality" encompasses everything, including the universe that once existed in the past; and the existence of the present "chaotic" is contemplative. Step by step, this procedure must be followed through.

　　"Mo" said, "There is light!" ”

　　So there is light —