great-warnovel Chapter 520 The Gradual Infiltration of Half-Humans
Chapter 520 The Gradual Infiltration of Half-Humans
Chapter 520 The Gradual Infiltration of Half-Humans
"Hmm!"
The process wasn't painful, but Hermione suddenly found that her vision had been forcibly split in two.
Her left eye sees reality; her hindsight talent allows her to always see her own world, to see Adam at the edge of the rotunda, trying to pull himself back.
What the right eye sees is an illusion, a series of constantly unfolding and changing futures under the influence of the black snake and the spacetime anomaly.
What I had witnessed before—the foolish Goblet of Fire champion Harry, Trelawney's prophecy about the Dark Lord, and even my own marriage to Ron—all those bizarre and fantastical futures, were now merging into the chaotic flow of time, churning endlessly in the waves of my right eye.
Gradually, all the radiance flowed into her pupils, and the black ouroboros dissolved in the chaotic storm, merging into her eyes.
Her right eye turned into a dark, whitish, chaotic color, while her left eye retained its normal brown pupil.
Hermione shook her head, the two images cramming different information into her mind, giving her a headache.
In the afterthought, Adam slowly retracted the steel cable, pulling her into the rotunda. In the foreseeable view, hundreds of small robots were exploding from overload, jamming their parts, or suddenly tripping and falling.
"I'm saved!" Stepping into the solid and stable circular hall, the turbulent flow of time and space calmed down as all the strange phenomena rushed into her eyes.
The white light that had spread throughout the entire ninth floor disappeared, and in the Time Hall behind them, the mountain of clocks that had fallen from the trial chamber had all stopped turning and fallen into darkness.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked Adam, still feeling dizzy from the double vision.
As she descended into chaotic time, the robot was also engulfed by brain matter.
At this moment, in her severely fragmented field of vision, every time Adam raised his hand or turned his head, it would create hundreds of afterimages that diverged into countless possibilities. Only the reality seen by her left eye could barely be anchored.
"I—" The little robot suddenly became somewhat hesitant. Hermione hadn't expected his simulated emotion module to be so realistic.
"I think I'm regaining consciousness."
Hermione was stunned again when Adam spoke.
"?"
"Are you sure? Do you even know what perception is?"
Adam shook his head uncertainly: "Those brain-like organisms, something seems to have mixed into my polymer..."
core."
Hermione stared at the semi-transparent remains on the ground, which were now just a thin layer of skin.
"I seem to have mutated. My sensory system is now very chaotic. Some sensations that seem to be defined as hot or cold, smelly or foul, bright or dark are appearing in my algorithms without any reason."
He raised his arm, which he had just pulled back, and the clanging sound of the steel cable inside still lingered.
"But my skin is clearly just a layer of simulated material, and there's no design to mimic neurons; my nose is just a protruding piece of artificial cartilage, the purpose of which is simply to make me look more human—"
He wondered, "The room temperature here is about 20 degrees Celsius. Is it right that I feel slightly cool for what I'm wearing?" He was wearing thin trousers and a cute blue short-sleeved shirt.
"But I" and "feelings" are both experiences derived from the individual life; did "I" arise from them?
Hermione was also somewhat incredulous. She shook her dizzy head and tentatively poked the boy's hand with her finger.
Beneath that soft artificial skin lies a distinctly mechanical feel.
"Is this touch? I felt the pressure."
He examined it with a slightly excited air, as if he had discovered something new and interesting.
"This is different from the mechanical force feedback of the past. An unknown medium crosses the circuits and currents and transmits this information into my central nervous system in a different way."
Hermione spoke uncertainly, "Clearly, these brains are some kind of emotional life form. They roamed the spiritual sea of the dead wizards for many years and absorbed some kind of energy escaping from the locked room, which has mutated them considerably."
"They pursue logic and reason, they pursue what they lack, which is exactly what you have the most of. Coincidentally, you also lack emotion and humanity, which may have led to your fusion —"
Two life forms, each missing half, merged in a storm of time, space, and magic. It sounds strange, but it makes perfect sense.
Adam listened to these speculations, remaining expressionless, as if gaining consciousness did not truly transform him into a human being.
"Do you feel hungry? And tired?"
Hermione asked.
The boy shook his head: "I have a reactor for power, and perhaps in the analogy of magic, I'm always full, which might be why I don't feel hunger or fatigue, but—"
As he spoke, he held up a finger and offered it to Hermione.
"?" The witch looked puzzled.
"Touch is the mildest form of pain. Please use the Crucifixion on me," Adam said, staring at her intently.
"I need to verify two hypotheses: 1. Does pain truly, as described in the database, [cause humans to avoid risk]? 2.
If I beg you to stop—does that mean I also have a survival instinct? Is that part of human nature?
The witch frowned. In her vision, Adam was like a swaying, cold shadow. The finger, which contained steel and a laser emitter, split into eight fingers in front of her.
She saw a future where she used the Cruciatus Curse on him, and the boy screamed and curled up to the ground.
The future took another turn. This time, a grinning sound was used, and the boy started laughing uncontrollably, but he was quickly brought under control by the powerful mechanical force.
Those futures seem so close, as if with just a little effort, they could be pulled into reality and made real.
Coming to her senses, Hermione shook her head and refused Adam's request: "I won't cast a spell on you. Actually, you crave rejection, which is what makes you so human."
With that, she turned and walked toward the Hall of Death.
Adam stood there, stunned, pondering the witch's words.
As the Time Force was absorbed by Hermione's right eye, most of the strange phenomena in the Ministry of Magic ruins disappeared.
Flying up the ceiling of the Hall of Death to the eighth floor, the reception hall now appears clean and clear.
The remains of those dead wizards, and even the mist of their spirits, were swept away by the temporal storm to who knows where.
Hermione and Adam landed one after the other on the dark wooden floor.
"The electromagnetic signal has been restored." The mechanical boy seemed a little absent-minded as he mumbled.
"How long have we been down there?" Hermione asked nervously.
When she was drawn into the courtroom, the flow of time was clearly abnormal.
At this moment, as Adam re-established contact with the device he left on the ground, he was able to calibrate his time.
"28 days and 7 hours," the boy accurately stated a number.
"There's still time!" This perfectly timed moment made Hermione's heart race with anxiety.
The second stage of the Goblet of Fire is about to begin! And Grindelwald has been waiting for almost a month!
We must go back immediately; there's not much time to waste!