Road Code

Introduction to the work—— Chen Mo believes in two things throughout his life: data does not lie and everything can be debugged. Until he suddenly died on the eve of going online, and woke up lying on a broken couch in another world - where people breathed out spiritual energy, flew with swords, and handed their fate to a spiritual tablet. The inscription on the monument sentenced him to eight words: his spiritual roots are mixed and he has no hope in his life. Ridiculous. Judgment? What's the basis? Where are the samples? What about the error? What's even more ridiculous is that a familiar greeting rang out in his consciousness. The AI ​​he had been writing for three years before his death came with him and asked quietly: Do you still need me? As a result, the world ushered in a monster it had not seen in ten thousand years—— When others closed their eyes and had an epiphany, he opened their eyes and modeled it; when others made prescriptions for Sophora flavescens and elixirs, he mixed them in reverse; when others said "the Tao is ineffable", he insisted on translating it line by line. But the deeper he went, the more he felt something was wrong. Why is there a structure like annotation hidden at the bottom of the exercise? Why can regular pulses be heard in the roar of thunder and calamity? Why is there a warning written at the end of the ancient ruins that no one can understand? Why is that swordsman genius who doesn't rely on any calculations, but his intuition is right every time? The world is overly organized - like a carefully maintained creation. And all creation has a Creator. All creators make mistakes. For thousands of years, countless talented and beautiful people have looked up to the nine heavens, visited the Tao, asked questions, and died as martyrs. No one has thought about changing the question: It doesn't matter what the Tao is. The important thing is - Tao, who wrote it? One person, one sword, and a piece of code that can dream.