The Gods Are Not in the Service Area

If 1+1 no longer equals 2, will you believe in mathematics or the world in front of you? Twenty-two years ago, the Special Affairs Bureau dug out a piece of "perfect logic" from the Arctic ice sheet. To stop it from formatting reality, humans injected it into a baby, trying to dilute absolute truth with disordered humanity. Twenty-two years later, Lu Ye walked out of the mental hospital, holding a drawing pen in his right hand and a scalpel in his left hand. In his eyes, the world is no longer made of steel and concrete, but densely packed and inferior code with overflowing logic. The falling elevator is the Möbius strip of space; The disappearing gallery is a low framerate visual trap; When he dances crazily on the edge of the 9.9% Cognitive cliff, all "weirdness" is just a bug to be deconstructed. Lin Jianguo: "Lu Ye, you are our sharpest scalpel to repair the world." Another "Lu Ye": "Don't fix it, join us and become a god." Lu Ye looked down at his dark right hand and sneered at himself: "Mend the world? No, I just want to take my sister home for a hot meal before logic collapses." [Cognition is erosion, observation is pollution. [When the defense line of logic completely collapses, welcome to the Divine Era.