hsntnovel Chapter 2626 Adam 2
Chapter 2626 Adam 2
It dragged a bucket of black energy liquid from afar, its steps heavy and careful, holding the metal bucket tightly, as if afraid of spilling a single drop.
It knelt beside its companion and carefully poured the energy liquid down slowly.
Clear blue energy seeped in through the cracks, filling the charred chest cavity, sparks of light bursting forth, but quickly fading away.
The mechanical lifeforms on the ground did not react.
The mechanical life form that "fed" it paused for a moment, as if a blank had suddenly appeared outside of its program.
It checked the output power again, confirmed the energy concentration again, and reviewed the process once more. Then, it placed its mechanical fingers on its companion's metal cheek and gently pushed it.
"Why isn't it getting better?"
Its sound generator has a momentary distortion, and the current has a slightly hoarse quality.
"What happened to you? Get well soon."
It doesn't understand the meaning of loss; it only knows that its memory bank has marked this number as a companion.
If a partner is damaged, it should be repaired. After repair, patrols should continue, fragments should be collected together, and companionship should continue in this desolate world.
It then went and dragged back a second bucket of energy liquid.
Water it again.
But it still didn't work.
The speaker beeped again, this time softer than before: "Hurry up, get better."
From above, Adam, observing all this, lightly tapped the armrest of his chair with his fingertips, producing a very faint rhythmic sound that mingled with the distorted cries of the mechanical life form, like a mockery or a chorus of dirge.
He frowned slightly, the interest in his eyes gradually fading, leaving only a calm scrutiny.
“Although it can give machines intelligence,” his voice echoed in the high space, calm yet clear, “it is ultimately just simulating humans. Their so-called emotions are nothing more than iterative electrical signals under given parameters.”
The machine inside the light screen is still futilely trying to wake its companions, but no one can see who sentenced it to death from above.
"Has this work failed again?"
Adam muttered to himself, his tone devoid of anger, only utterly disillusioned.
He stood up from the floating platform, his long white robe trailing behind him with extremely light lines. He raised his hand and flicked it, and the image on the light screen slowly closed, turning into a point and disappearing into the central light wheel of the Tiantong Tower.
As the gaze shifted away, the mechanical lifeform kneeling beside the corpse still stretched out its hand, bewildered, like a child who didn't know how to say goodbye.
Adam stepped into the depths of the tower's heart.
What he was walking on wasn't solid ground, but a very thin layer of light that rippled with each step he took.
He raised his hand and rubbed his temples, his silver hair sliding gently with the movement.
"Is the creation of life truly the exclusive domain of the Creator?"
His voice was even lower, as if he were speaking only to the tower.
"We cannot exist outside of the ether."
"Mechanical imitation is merely a copy, but the spirit cannot be stolen."
"Then what is the meaning of my existence?"
He raised his right hand; his arm was perfect, just like his body.
No human being from any of the Sandstalker civilizations was as perfect or as powerful as him.
He felt he should be human because he could think.
However, he is not like a human being, because he was not created by the Creator, but shaped by the highest level of the Sand-Swept Civilization.
During that era of war, factional struggles among the Sand Raiders were very intense, while mechanical civilization continued to develop.
So much so that later, some people began to try to create an extremely powerful artificial life form with the ability to evolve on its own.
That was the most glorious era of the Sand Raiders civilization, and it was this decision that led to the end of this civilization.
Adam's eyes were somewhat blank. He had gained everything, yet he always felt an immense emptiness inside.
The humanity he sought to create, the humanity that belonged to him, failed time and time again.
"Can't I become a god? I am unique in the world, and even now I have not surpassed my creator."
Adam muttered to himself.
Suddenly, he sensed an unusual power invading the Heavenly Tower.
Over the long years, this place has long since become his domain.
Everything that happened could not escape his eyes.
He stopped in front of the main control pillar of the Tiantong Tower, his gaze piercing through layers of data streams, as if he could see the battle in the outer world.
The Heavenly Ring was erased, the Boundless Sphere was countered, and the Death Songstress revealed a smile that was not part of the program at the last moment.
"Have those 'humans' from other civilizations finally arrived here?"
"The fire thief, the reborn, the child of the underworld."
Adam uttered these labels softly, and a faint smile finally curved his lips, whether from amusement or appreciation was unclear.
"If machines cannot naturally generate spirit, then let real life prove the boundaries of the rules."
"bring it on."
He looked up at the swirling star map on the dome, his silver hair cascading down like a waterfall into a sea of light.
“I’m waiting for you to come up here to see me.”
Some structures deep within the Tiantong Tower started up silently.
The twilight in the inner world darkened further, as if the entire inner side of Mars was slowly drawing its curtain in accordance with his will.
……
The moment the gates of the Tiantong Tower closed behind me, it felt as if the world had been turned upside down through a crack.
Zhang Yi appeared here, experiencing everything inside the tower.
Fresh air filled his throat, no longer the dry, gritty taste of the sand-swept city.
Instead, it carries a damp, moist scent, mixed with the sweet aroma of plants and the smell of earth.
Looking up, you see a vertical world stretching from your feet to the horizon—layer upon layer, ring upon ring, with countless floating landmasses and cities like inverted islands, extending from the inside of the tower walls all the way to the unseen sky.
Light poured down from an unknown layer, some cold white, some warm gold, some green glow undulating like the sea, chaotic yet harmonious, as if each layer was a slice of a different era and attached to this central axis.
The translucent spatial barriers flow slowly between the layers, rising and falling like breathing, isolating countless layers from each other, yet connecting them at certain tiny nodes.
The bizarre and fantastical sights made him almost doubt that his eyes were hallucinating, as everything he saw seemed to be moving back and forth in space.
He felt as if he had entered a world composed of many dimensional gates, each gate leading to a different world.
However, upon closer inspection, it turns out that this is not the case.
There might be spatial abilities adjusting the layout here, but the main reason is that the Tower of Babel has too many floors, and the scenery in each area is completely different, which gives people this obvious sense of hierarchy.
"Why does it give the impression...like they're experimenting with different living environments?"
Zhang Yi was somewhat surprised; his eyes were dazzled.
"It's just like the creation of the world by the gods."