The Sleeping God

In fact, I have watched "Back to the 21st Century" before, but then I forgot about it because I couldn't wait for the update. I only saw that after Xie Yongqing died, Han Le just escaped from death. I thought it was just a love story, but in fact it was just like that at the beginning. After hibernation appeared in the second half, the book obviously turned into a science fiction story. After watching "The Sleeping God", watching "Back to the 21st Century" gave me a feeling of reminiscing about history. The questions I had about the world from Wu Zhe's perspective after waking up were answered one by one. Therefore, it is strongly recommended that people who have not watched "Back to the 21st Century" need to watch it again. Comparing the two works, it can be found that the author's writing ability has obviously reached a higher level. "Back to the 21st Century" has more than enough fantasy but a slightly deliberate plot advancement, which makes readers not have a strong sense of involvement and can break away at any time. And "The Sleeping God" gives people the feeling that the author has a stronger control over the plot, and everything will fall into place (in the 21st century, the water will not be left alone, as is customary), no more, no less, the atmosphere created is just right, and the readers will not have a rebellious mentality and deliberately find faults in the future world described (this is boring in itself, the future world must be unclear. Do you want to laugh at the fact that mobile phones in The Matrix are not touch-screen? The point is to understand what the author wants to convey). It can also be seen that the author has thought a lot about the volume of "Sleep" and carefully constructed the context of the story. All advancements are both unexpected and reasonable. In fact, the story ends when Wu Zhe leads KL3300 to escape from China. This is a very perfect story. If the development of science fiction films is based on the development, this film will end here. The future of Wu Zhe and kl3300 should be the story of "Sleeping God 2". Therefore, I still recommend that the author study the script and present the story in the form of a science fiction movie. According to the news I read, 2015 is called the year of Chinese science fiction movies by good people. There will be many domestic science fiction movies, such as "The Three-Body Problem". I hope that the new story stage of "The Sleeping God" can maintain the excitement and compactness of the previous stage, and do not fall into the deliberate pursuit of shocking readers' imaginations and misleading readers about the development of the storyline. This is very important for the smoothness and sense of substitution of the novel. (The film "Parasite" I watched was obviously like this. It introduced too many things but didn't write them well, or it was half-written, and it just became a mess. It was difficult to distinguish what the final story was to be presented, and it was probably where I thought of it and where I wrote it). The emphasis on ideological aspects is also something that the author deserves praise for in these two novels. This is somewhat similar to the author of "Dead Man's Book" and "Exorcism" (the author's point of view often appears in "Dead Man's Book", "Exorcism" is less common now, but its early storyline is also very well grasped. In fact, the book should be read as a whole, otherwise the story line constructed by the author will not be discovered). Finally, I want to complain and ask. After watching "Back to the 21st Century", I feel that Han Le is probably the most miserable male protagonist. I want to conquer the heroine, but he only kissed her once in almost a century. This record is probably not broken by anyone (**). I just wonder if I can see this beautiful couple in "The Sleeping God".

This is a chilling future - humans have invented controllable hibernation technology, breaking the time boundaries of past, present and future, and all social relationships can be redefined during free travel. At the same time, the development of information technology has given rise to AI thinking bodies that can think independently—wisdom and emotion are no longer exclusive to humans. But in the face of machinery and losing our unique creativity, what are we left with? In such a future, human beings have been liberated as never before, but at the same time they are deprived as never before—we don't even have the right to work. Humans cheer, entertain, fuck, and eat. This is human paradise and human hell. There is no God in this paradise.

Damn it! The eunuch who subscribed and rewarded me for the first time survived 😭

One of the most fascinating science fiction novels I have ever read. It's a pity that the author did not continue writing.

Damn it, is this the author's New Year's gift?

Back in the 21st century can be adapted into a movie or TV series, but my biggest hope is that the author can come out of the palace to complete this book.

It's actually over? Can you write a new book to finish the story of Han Le and Qiao Yiyu?

It is January 5, 2020 AD. I admire the author's logical imagination and other excellent qualities. Although reality is faced by everyone, reality cannot imprison everyone's thoughts.

090 Bright Moon (False) Tick, tick, tick... Kohler looked at the rusted faucet in the wash basin and was slightly shaken. He remembered that the last time he cleaned this area, the equipment had not aged so badly. Pop, a hand wrapped in protective armor patted his shoulder, and the owner of the arm immediately said: "Old man, what are you thinking about when you stand here without moving?" Kohler turned back and looked at the round face younger than him under the transparent mask, "Hey, it's okay, the divine seal is the only pleasing thing about this bastard's freckled face." Without thinking, Kohler slapped his hand away and continued to inspect the depths of the house. Seeing that Old Man Ke ignored him, Gouster was not too surprised. He shrugged and walked around the barely complete house twice before going out to get some fresh air. Not long after he stood outside, a level 5 northwest wind suddenly blew. Although the wind was not strong, it carried yellow-brown sand and stained everything in sight. Seeing this irritating scene, Gouster glanced at the environmental status monitoring index in the upper left corner of the protective mask, and let out a leisurely breath. Fortunately, there is no big problem. After a few more complaints, he sat down on the steps to rest. Ghost actually knows that Kohler is not that old. According to the public records of the station where their team belongs, Kohler is only more than 400 months old this year, and he is considered to be in the Mesozoic generation at the station. But this person is a boring gourd type, and he mostly talks about business matters. In addition, he has three scars on his face and a deep voice, which together make him look old-fashioned. Several people in the team gradually became familiar with each other, and Goost called him "old man, old man", but Kohler didn't seem to care much about it. After a while, Kohler came out of the room after completing the inspection. He frowned when he saw the sudden blowing wind. He also glanced at the status value and ignored it when he saw that it was within the normal safe range. He kicked the lazy kid on the steps and said to him: "The investigation is almost done today, let's go back to the meeting point." After that, he walked down the steps. "Okay." Gouster waved his hand, patted the protective armor, and followed. The dirty yellow sand rolled up soil, stones, steel and plastic, washing away everything they could see over and over again, from the collapsed buildings in the distance to the shapeless sculptures nearby. They seemed to never stop until they picked up all their companions and headed to the next tower together. Bangdang, Gouster closed the car door tightly with both hands, fastened the protective clothing and the fixed interface on the seat, turned around and patted Old Ke who was stuck in the driver's seat and didn't know what he was thinking, "Start it. It's like this every day, don't look at it." "Bop, boom..." As the hydrogen-electric hybrid pioneer vehicle started, the haze in the sky seemed to take the initiative to separate a straight dust path, allowing life to shuttle and roll in it. Kohler followed the navigation instructions to rendezvous, regardless of any obstacles outside the car, and drove straight there. When he was young, he was somewhat worried when he saw the reckless operation of his senior. Now that he is an old guy, he has long understood the power of this divine creation. "Hey hey hey", Gouster sat with his head blankly, and started to talk when he had nothing to say: "You know? A few days ago, there was a rumor in the small letter newspaper that the largest protein synthesis center in the entire God soil underground in the Maple Leaf Territory was blown open by an organization." After saying that, he waited for a while and saw The old man didn't say anything. He smiled and continued talking to himself: "Guess who did it? Ha, in fact, you don't have to turn your head to find out, it's not the group of abandoned Zhi dogs who are causing trouble." "Qizhi..." Kohler looked at the road ahead as if he was driving, and muttered this word repeatedly. "No," Gouster looked at it. It was a thunderbolt in broad daylight, and for the first time, the old man responded. He twirled his fingers in circles with excitement, and started to talk: "You also know these bastards. , Either bombing the kitchen or raiding some small stations. They don't have much ability and just do some sneaky and petty jobs." Ghost swallowed and continued to talk without waiting for the only audience to respond: "You want me. They say that the Divine Guards are not serious at all. Otherwise, how can some people escape after committing crimes? Hehe, in fact, if we leave them to deal with them, they will definitely be solved. We can directly organize a few large convoys to waste materials outside the Divine Land. If you go around the area a few times, you will be able to dig out these people's doghouses. When the time comes, we will all..." "Dong, dong dong", probably the pioneering vehicle hit some hard object, and the outer armor of the vehicle crackled continuously. In fact, Kohler has come into contact with people who abandoned their wisdom before. At that time, he and his team had been inspecting the area for more than 20 months. The system assigned them some semi-underground building inspection points. Some of them had a large space, so he and his partners inspected them separately. Kohler remembered clearly that the place was still a long way from the nearby scrap area. In the depths of a certain composite steel building, just as he was about to lift an underground baffle, a voice came from inside: "You little machine bug, I advise you to stop." Afterwards, Kohler recalled that he felt that the other party's tone was calm and slightly indifferent. Koletu didn't move when he heard the human voice, and was a little startled. The air swam quietly for a few seconds, "Heh." Seeing that he was motionless, the speaker under the baffle smiled sarcastically: "Why, the 'mechanical meat dogs' can't even bark nowadays?" Kohler frowned and pulled out the high-beam anti-jamming communicator on his right arm's protective armor with his left hand. When he was about to press it to call the divine guard, another voice came from below: "I advise you to stop." Kohler looked around and found no surveillance equipment. But for some reason, even though he picked up the communicator, he didn't call immediately as stipulated in the manual. Kohler looked at the bezel and asked, "Who are you?" "You should know." The voice under the bezel responded immediately. "How do we describe us in the latest version of the Maintenance Manual? Let me guess, some of the interference factors that overflowed after the great discussion era?" "No, no, this is the description in the first few editions. There should be no word 'interference factor' now, right? What is it? Destruction? Riot?" "Leakage factors." Kohler answered. "Oh, that's right. As the area they control becomes wider and wider, they don't care so much about these 'little bugs' like me." The voice below said a little low. "What about you? Boy, from the sound, you must not be too old, in your twenties?" "It will be exactly three hundred and thirty months until next week." After a few seconds of silence, Kohler shook the communicator with his left hand slightly and answered. "330... Is 27 and a half years old. Well, I guess in a few generations, they will plan the lives of you and other descendants by the second." The following seemed to start sarcasm again. "God will plan everything." Kohler grabbed the communicator and immediately retorted. "Of course, hey, of course." The voice seemed a little uninterested when he heard Kohler say "God". "In the end, they won, and they won very simply. For those of us who are unwilling to admit defeat, how long can we keep fighting? I'm tired, tired of the useless struggle... Young man, let's go, I won't kill people." Kohler looked at the baffle, thinking about something, and seemed a little hesitant. After a while, he said: "Can you talk about it? What you haven't written." "What's the point? At least human beings are still fully alive, and that's enough. The rest has long been unimportant." Hearing this, Kohler raised the communicator in his hand high, "If you don't tell me, I'll call them immediately to deal with it." "Hey, bastard." The other person seemed a little hesitant, and was silent for a while. Replied him: "What do you want to know?" Kohler put the communicator into the hanging slot of the right arm armor and asked: "Why?" "Huh? Why? Why are you making trouble everywhere in your so-called sacred land? Why are you hiding in Tibet and refusing to show it to the public? Why doesn't your god just destroy us?" "Yes." Kohler nodded, staring at the place where the voice came from without blinking. "What else could be the reason? I just said, don't admit defeat, don't give in." "Whose defeat is it? God? Why don't you give in? Destroy the God?" Kohler asked. "Curiosity is quite important, but what's the use in the end? It just increases worries." Koehler touched the communicator again with his left hand. "Okay, okay, I just say, oh, it's great to be young." At this moment, the voice below was somewhat helpless. "Boy, sit down and listen. I'll finish it all in one go. Don't ask any more random questions." "Ahem", the person who was about to tell the story cleared his throat and said unhurriedly: "Before the big discussion started, not many people were willing to wake up. Most of the awakening rights were blocked by the torch and Qi. The "Sleepless" who were unwilling to sleep were slowly stripped of their production materials like blunt knives. "Where is the moon?" Hearing this, Kohler couldn't help but ask. "Oh, that's what you see when you look up every night." "You mean red tide?" Kohler opened his mouth slightly in shock. "Yes, Crimson Tide, a very vivid name. Now both parties have regretted it. Those who left have to come back, and those inside also want to get out... Don't interrupt. If you want to ask anything, hold it back until I finish." Kohler still thought about the fact that the Crimson Tide was actually full of people, and nodded slightly. "The result of the big discussion, which you gods are not taboo about, is the 'coincidence', that is, Qizhi and Torch merge into one, becoming the gods of most people in this world." "Huiguang" Kohler murmured. "Ha, the fire of wisdom, this "Buddha-flavor" title is definitely given by that bastard named Wu." Mentioning this person, the voice behind the screen seemed a little excited. "Who?" "Wu Zhe, according to you, is the train conductor of all stations on the land of God." "He is not a god?" "I said it, if you still want to hear it, don't interrupt." "Understood." Kohler nodded again. "And we are the ones who don't want to be assimilated in the process of 'reunion'. We took a very small part of the hibernating warehouse, broke away from the light of wisdom, and established 'abandoned wisdom' outside its control, which means that wisdom is dusty and should be abandoned. You must ask, what is the connection between us and Qizhi? It's because in the beginning, our surname was Qi, but now it is not, and it is no longer the case." After talking about this, the voice behind him calmed down again, or in other words, returned to indifference. "In the early days of their establishment, Hui Guang and Qi Zhi each went their own way. They said it was good to talk about the well water but not the river. But in fact, the bright sun of Hui Guang can't look down on us as a grain of light. Until it, your god, wants to control everything on the earth, it will no longer have any scruples and devour all visible resources, including you, including us." "Now, all newborns in the divine land must be branded with it. Seal, serve it, and contribute to it. We can only live in the waste area it excretes. We have resisted and will still fight against it now and in the foreseeable future, but it is useless. It is even counterproductive. " "Okay, that's it. I won't say anything more. Huh..." The voice under the baffle finished, and it was really tired. Koehler still has many doubts and does not understand some parts, but he has stayed here for too long and it is time to return to join the team members. "Last question." Kohler said looking at the baffle. "Ask, ask, the last one. If you still have to grind on after answering, I will never open my mouth even if your god satellite Jingwen comes in person." "Okay. I just want to know your name, the one whose surname is Qishi." The second hand on the dial rotates twice. , When Kohler thought there would be no answer and turned around to leave, two words came from behind: "Qi Mo." "Zi la... Zi la..." The sound of dirty sand scraping against the outer armor of the car continued. The gangster next to him had already fallen asleep and died, and his helmet was covered with saliva. Kohler breathed out, slowly pulled out of his memories, looked at the desolate world ahead, and muttered one sentence repeatedly in a voice that he could not hear: "God, please forgive me."

Consciousness Network: 194564813 Readers who like Master Ivan, Back to the 21st Century and this book can come in for discussion.