Chapter 4207

It took Schiller about ten full minutes to accept the current situation. Simply put, the galaxy is going to build a highway, and Earth has become a roadblock. If you want to build this road, you have to find a way to solve Earth.

The so-called "if you want to be rich, build roads first", as everyone knows, the priority of building roads is higher than everything else. So even if it's Earth blocking the road now, Schiller will still prioritize considering how to solve Earth.

Fortunately, Earth can run, so it doesn't need to face the fate of being destroyed. But the problem is, although Earth can run, it can't run forever; it has to find a place to stay. But the place where it originally stayed is going to build a highway, so it can only move a bit.

And because this portal channel still has a certain degree of danger, it's best not to put your home around here. Then it's not just a little bit that needs to be moved. Once Earth is moved, other planets have to follow; once other planets are moved, the Sun has to be moved too.

"Schiller!" A figure in metal armor flew into the tavern angrily. He braked fiercely in front of the bar counter, walked over and sat in front of the bar counter, crossed his arms, and knocked on the countertop.

"Why are you messing around with that lunatic Richards? What do you mean by moving the solar system?! Is that something that can be moved???"

With a "clack", the faceplate opened, revealing Stark's face inside the armor. Schiller, who was organizing wine bottles behind the counter, turned to look at him and then said: "Then what high opinion do you have? Dr. Stark?"

"Said don't call me Doctor." Stark moved his crossed arms, twisted his neck again, and then said, "You really only know how to screw in light bulbs; didn't you notice that Reed's so-called spatial channel portal technology and Doom's virtual information flow technology are the same technology?"

Schiller was stunned; he really didn't know. So he turned his head to look at Stark. Stark sighed helplessly and said: "The essence of this technology is to upload us to the antimatter universe and then download us from another place. Can you understand if I say it like this?"

"I seem to understand a little," Schiller said, "But the problem now is that the upload and download port is fixed. If this cannot be changed, then we can only move the solar system."

Stark's eyes almost rolled to the sky, and he said: "I'll say it one last time, this technology is not safe!"

"How does it compare to portals?"

"It's not like portals are safe either!" Stark held it in for a long time, seemingly not knowing how to explain it. He knocked on the table and said, "The common name 'portal' is too conservative. If we call it 'dimensional folding and spatial blasting' technology, then I believe more people will study its safety issues."

"So portals are dimensional folding and spatial blasting, and Reed's portal channel is virtual information flow. Which of these two is safer?"

"Neither is safe."

"Then do you have a safer way?"

"Not for the time being," Stark shook his head and said, "However, if you have to say it, portals are considered a relatively mature technology. And the one they came up with..."

Stark's expression was a bit complex, and he said: "I have to admit, this has technical content. The two of them are indeed geniuses, at least geniuses who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Stark. However, I must also emphasize that from my perspective, it is too early for humans to apply this technology. The social and ethical issues this may lead to are more difficult to overcome than the technology itself."

"What do you mean?"

"Of course it's virtualization." Stark sighed and said, "It is very risky to turn humans into virtual information. Even if there is a very stable technology that can convert back and forth, technical ethics can never be passed."

"Why?"

"This is murder." Stark looked into Schiller's eyes and said very seriously, "If a person is completely erased from the real world, then even if he is converted into a virtual information flow, it means he has lost his existence in the real world. This is no different from death. And if this conversion technology is not in his own hands and cannot be controlled voluntarily by him, then whoever controls this technology can erase humans unscrupulously. Can you imagine what kind of terrifying scene this is?"

Schiller also restrained his expression, sat opposite Stark, and then said: "So Reed and Doom have this idea?"

"I don't think they want to use this method to rule humans. But the problem is, once someone wants to do this, the technology can be stolen. The two of them can also be manipulated. If all humans are erased, our race is equivalent to extinction."

"He didn't tell me this," Schiller explained, "I don't think he deliberately concealed it, he just has a different understanding of this technology than you. He thinks we just borrowed a path to the antimatter universe."

"That's not wrong to say. It's just that the process of 'borrowing a path' is actually a kind of conversion."

"What I want to know is, can they stably convert humans now?"

Stark shook his head gently and said: "The kind Doom proposed before, directly converting people into information and storing it on a server, definitely can't be done yet. However, it is possible to convert people into something else and upload it to the antimatter universe. If they didn't have stable technology, they wouldn't have proposed this plan."

"I don't understand, what's the difference?"

"The key lies in the soul," Stark said, "The soul is the masterpiece of the Creator, and no existence can be higher than the Creator. Therefore, they can edit genes, can modify bodies, but cannot play with souls."

"We can convert bodies into any form, but we cannot change the soul even a little bit. This is one of the inherent constants of the cosmic server; for most existences, it is even invisible. Even for the cosmic administrator, it is read-only mode, and cannot be written."

"Operations targeting the soul are only a few fixed types, which are programs already set by the Creator. No one can break through this program to transform the soul into the way they want; otherwise, he would be the Creator."

"So you mean our souls can't be uploaded."

"That's right. We have no way to store our souls in things we create; this is equivalent to you not being able to fly by stepping on your right foot with your left foot in a gravity environment."

Schiller said with some doubt: "Then what's going on with Mephisto? There are many souls in his hell, why can he store them?"

"Because that is a separate dimension." Mephisto walked out from the back door and then said, "I didn't store souls in anything. They are all staying in the hell dimension."

After speaking, he took out a crystal from somewhere, and there was a phantom of a little person in that crystal, still burning with raging fire. Mephisto shook the crystal in his hand and then said: "This is the so-called soul crystal. In the eyes of you humans, I imprisoned the soul in a crystal, but that's because you can only perceive this world through basic senses. In fact, the soul is not inside here, but still staying in the hell dimension. This thing is just a beacon."

"I want to take the soul out of here, and it's not taking it out of this crystal, but fishing it out from the hell dimension according to the positioning of the crystal; this will not destroy the laws targeting the soul."

"Then what's going on with the Spirit of Vengeance?"

"This is a bit complicated to say. However, there is no rule that one body can only have one soul. In some specific situations, multiple souls can share one body. But the most I've seen is three, so this is not an efficient storage method either."

Schiller touched his chin and thought for a while and said: "In other words, souls can only stay in the natural dimension. Those so-called methods of storing souls are actually smoke bombs?"

"You could say that, at least for complete souls, that's the case. Some incomplete souls can be stored in some situations, but that's not within the scope of our discussion." Stark continued.

"So, they can upload souls to the antimatter universe, because that is also a natural dimension, but it is impossible to upload them to the servers we create, because that is not the Creator's creation."

"That's right." Stark nodded.

"Then the kind of thing you said about erasing all humans wouldn't be able to happen, right? We can't be uploaded to the virtual world. Even if we are uploaded, we can only be uploaded back and forth in the Creator's natural dimension."

"Then where do you want to upload to?" Stark asked, "Besides, once the body is erased, humans have no way to survive completely by relying on the soul. Just destroying the body is scary enough."

"This is indeed a problem." Schiller sighed and said, "I should have listened carefully to the class on cosmic structure taught by Lucifer back then."

"This can't be called cosmic structure study." Stark leaned on the bar counter and said, "This technology sounds high-end, but in fact, it's just compiling the fur of the universe. But even so, it's very difficult for humans to use it safely. Everyone is the same."

"You mean the three major empires can't use it either?"

"Of course. If they had this ability, they wouldn't be unable to solve the antimatter universe wormhole Reed created. In fact, they are far from cosmic structure study. Robots don't even have souls."

"I have to say, in the absence of a better way, Reed's plan is very likely to pass." Schiller handed Stark a beer, "Human development is like sailing against the current; if you don't advance, you retreat. Our time is already very tight. If we continue to hesitate, such a precious opportunity might not happen again in the next ten thousand years."

Stark rubbed his face, gulped down two mouthfuls of ice-cold beer, and then said: "Alright. Of course I know, we should finish the work that needs to be done while the three major empires are weak. But..."

"But you are still worried, and a bit anxious." Schiller handed him a piece of watermelon and then said, "Why don't you let me call Reed over, and you two talk."

"What's the use of calling him over." Stark seemed a bit discouraged, he said, "The two of us are completely opposite. Compared to him, I am a pessimist, always seeing the bad side of things, but I also know that now my view is not the mainstream. I don't want to be so annoying all the time either."

Schiller understood that Stark didn't want to see Reed, actually because he knew he couldn't argue with him. Now, they finally beat the three major empires into a weak state and completely occupied their attention, so they must build their home well during this time. This opportunity will not happen a second time.

The construction process was also very smooth, and everything was flourishing. All the media were reporting on the development progress, humans were advancing triumphantly, and everyone was looking forward to a beautiful tomorrow.

From a technical level, there can't be any problems with Reed's plan, otherwise Stark would have had a legitimate reason to stop him long ago. What traps him is nothing more than morality, paranoia, and a pessimistic view of human nature.

But no one would stop such an important and visibly successful project because of his view. So no matter from which level, it is very difficult for him to stop Reed Richards again.

"Will you be angry that I didn't stop him either?" Schiller asked.

"Of course I'm angry." Stark stared and said, "If you were willing to use your genius brain to learn more science and engineering knowledge, you wouldn't be so easily fooled by him. And you should also be more likely than me to notice social and ethical issues. You should have used this to question him severely."

"I will." Schiller nodded.