Mythology: Ragnarok

Chapter 357 Death Situation

Xuanyuan Muze retorted, "That's impossible. When we develop artificial intelligence, we will naturally set restrictions for them. Robots will not escape the three laws we have set. What you said may not happen to us."

Tagmirra sneered, "Those races destroyed by the Machine Race thought the same thing at first, but what became of them? Are you the only smart ones in this world and everyone else is a fool? Civilization is not a god. We can never create rules. The premise for rules to be followed is that the party that sets the rules is far stronger than the party being bound. No matter how perfect our language system is, it is full of logical loopholes. Don't expect your rules to be flawless, even if they are like grand concepts."

Moreover, there are actually no unsolvable problems in this world. What truly makes problems unsolvable are deficiencies in power and logical loopholes. Take the Three-Body Problem, for example, which has puzzled us for a long time. In fact, the Three-Body Problem is not unsolvable. You only need to infinitely extend the time of the law to the level of cosmic time to make its regularity manifest. However, this is a cycle that is hundreds of millions of years long. This means that we would need at least a cosmic-level computer to solve this problem in a very short time. But such a problem is meaningless and illogical. After all, if you were living in the Three-Body system, the best way to break the deadlock would be to leave. If you were an advanced civilization, you could simply kick one of the stars out of the system. There is no need to seek the answer to such a stupid problem, because it is meaningless and commits a very foolish logical fallacy.

In the face of absolute power, wisdom is always a foolish joke. The greatest tragedy in the universe is that the strong are enslaved by the weak, while the fantasy that the weak can enslave the strong is something that will never happen on a collective level.

Despite his defeat, Xuan Yuan Mu Ze persisted in refuting the claim, saying, "What you said may not be entirely correct. Besides, you mentioned the gene lock theory, which I think is completely fabricated."

"Complete fabrication? It seems you haven't seen clearly what enslaves lower life forms."

"Slavery? What do you mean?"

"Think about it, my friend. Why do you have a craving for food? Why do animals crave mating? Why do living beings flock to sensory stimulation?"

These things that you have never noticed, yet which are constantly changing the development of your civilization, have nothing to do with your rationality and wisdom. What brings these desires and stimulation is your genes!

It's obvious that you don't realize how much effort your genes have put into ensuring your survival. You are actually controlled by your brains all along. Taste, smell, sight, hearing, touch, pleasure, pain, and so on are just the brain's responses to external stimuli. These are things that your genes have consciously selected for you through a long process of evolution. You will pursue what your genes deem good and you will hate what they deem bad. Many of your behaviors are controlled by your own genes.

Lower life forms have never escaped the control of genes, but genes are not always correct. Passive evolution requires a large number of deaths as a basis for trial and error to select those genes that are truly suitable for the environment. And development behavior that blindly pursues the pleasure brought by gene guidance is a stupid operation without any brain. Being entertained to death is not a sin, after all, that's how animals live, but a civilization and an intelligent race should not make such a low-level mistake!

Genetic lock is the last insurance in your body. Genes understand that dense living environments lead only to death, so they begin to suppress population growth. All they can do is suppress the desire that previously encouraged you to reproduce and make you as averse to social interaction as possible, or even actively leave such environments, so that population density can return to a healthy balance.

Believe me, my friend, 'rationality' is the only difference between us and beasts in terms of civilization, and it is also the only way for us to break free from the control of our genes. How can a race that cannot even think rationally or choose the right path develop technology? You must be joking with me.

Because you're afraid of death, you've blocked the path of genetic evolution. Heh, don't worry, my friend, you'll pay a price ten thousand times greater than if you had followed the path of genetic evolution. Laziness won't solve the problems you face; avoidance will only make them more and more unsolvable.

You can say I'm exaggerating, but I don't care. According to cosmic sociology, we're potential enemies. I'd rather all civilizations except the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Races lived like pigs and dogs. If it weren't for His Majesty's order to answer all questions, I wouldn't bother reminding you of these things. Anyway, whoever is suffering knows best in their own heart.

Xuan Yuan Mu Ze was defeated. He knew in his heart whether these words were true or false. He leaned against the wall and sighed in disbelief, "How could this be... Is it really, really hopeless?"

Tagmira patted Xuan Yuan Muze on the shoulder and comforted him, "I'm really sorry. If you had only made a few of these mistakes, there would still be a chance for a turnaround. But you made all of them. Even I have to say, 'It's a small sparrow with all the poisons.' These problems are interconnected and have become a dead end. I've said before that your future has been locked up by your own hands."

Suddenly, Xuanyuan Muze seemed to remember something and shouted, "No, Agreed once gave me a note saying that there is a way to break the deadlock in my hometown!"

Tagmira asked in surprise, "The Dragon God's method? Perhaps that really is the only answer. Can I see it?"

So Xuanyuan Muze took out the note and handed it to Tagmila. Tagmila looked at the words "Destroy and then build, live from death" on the note and fell into a long silence. After thinking for a while, he couldn't help but sigh, "Even His Majesty only has this one way. It seems that a deadly situation is indeed difficult to resolve."

Xuanyuan Muze asked anxiously, "What does this note mean? Does my hometown still have a future?"

Tagmira explained to him, “The method in this note is also very simple: wait for a complete destruction, like a dead game of chess. If you want to revive this game, you can only use a method that is no different from suicide to tear everything down and start over. This path is difficult, but it is better than having no path at all.”

Even His Majesty, whose soul is comparable to five hundred cosmic-level computers, can only give you this answer. It seems that this problem is more difficult than I imagined. Well, you don't need to worry too much about these things. Just wait for all the problems to erupt. If you get through it, you will be reborn from the ashes. If you don't get through it, you will lose everything.

"Alright, that's all I have to say. Today's topic has been too heavy. I'll use the limited time I have left to see if there are any new solutions to your new problem." With that, Tagmira turned and left, leaving Xuan Yuan Muze standing there, his heart heavy with worry.

Seeing this, Gulasga went over to comfort him and said, "Honorable guest, there's no need to take these things to heart. He's always so sharp-tongued. What he says isn't necessarily right. He's not His Majesty the Dragon God. He's just an ordinary scholar who invented alternating current in this universe, holds forty-seven patents, created twenty-seven theoretical knowledge systems, and devoted his later years to studying sociology."

Among the 6.746 million,275,419 scholars on this planet, his achievements are not unique. In the multiverse ruled by countless nations, there are many beings more authoritative than him. Therefore, you don't need to listen to his opinion; he is merely stating his viewpoint. You shouldn't underestimate yourself.

Then Xuanyuan Muze bit his lip and looked at Gulasga. To be honest, these words didn't sound like comfort at all. He was really fed up with the guys from the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Races. Were these bastards all "Perseid-like people"? Are you addicted to showing off?! Can't you put some heart into comforting people?!