"The designer deceived us, whether it was the old man or the rest of us, they were just pawns used by humans."

The observer's neurotic voice resounded in the interrogation room, and dark red eyes appeared between the judge's fingers, staring at the projection scene emerging in the air.

"Although the old man was hiding well, I found the scene when he was trading with 'Pulse'. Look, this is the real identity of that old man!"

With the observer's explanation, the judge saw a picture he had never seen before:

At that time, he was the "designer" of translucent humanoid objects. The hidden program in his body suddenly started and briefly contacted the "Pulse Entertainment Company" on the earth through data connection.

The task codenamed the Deep Universe was finally activated again.

Faced with the request of Pulse Entertainment, the designer did not raise any questions, but accepted it without hesitation.

Not long after, the old man summoned other "creators" and began to discuss the prospects of the world:

“Some outsiders are trying to enter the world, and I suggest opening the boundaries of shelter.”

When the observer heard the designer's proposal, he laughed wildly, but did not object. The objection raised by the judge at that time also appeared in her ears again:

“External people may destroy our shelter and not let the world be polluted by them.”

"But there are too many people in this world." The Death Messenger whispered: "The useless impurities need to be dealt with."

"Just kill them," said the judge.

——For the Creator, all the living beings born in this world are just humble dust. They only care about their own safety.

At this moment, the designer put forward a new point of view:

“Allowing outsiders to enter may become an opportunity for us to invade another world.”

"Hey, old man, are you stupid?" A mocking female voice sounded from afar: "Don't forget that we existed based on the 'quantum computer' made by another world. If we resume contact with them, those outsiders may regain the power of life and death and clean up us directly!"

"But you really plan to live here forever?" the designer asked: "No matter how vast the world is, there will always be an endless day, and philosophers are starting to get tired of it."

"Yes, we want to contact outsiders and see the living 'people'." Three philosophers responsible for injecting "consciousness" into the living beings spoke at the same time: "We agree with the designer's point of view."

The desire for knowledge of these three Creators is completely incomparable to other people present.

Since they have never been exposed to true material life, when giving wisdom to the "livings" in this world, they can only refer to various entertainment works found in the server.

Because of this, many familiar old game characters appear in this world. As for the common people who constitute the subject, they are "tool people" with no personality, and they all seem to be carved from the same mold.

"That's true." The designer nodded in praise: "In order for this shelter to continue to evolve, it is necessary to contact dangerous outsiders."

"We don't need evolution." The judge questioned: "It is more important than useless evolution."

"Since someone has objections, then vote."

The designer stepped forward and stood in the boundless void: "This vote does not allow abstention, you can only choose to support or oppose it. We have thirteen people, and we can definitely get the result."

The thirteen creators present voted according to the designer's proposal. The designer himself, three philosophers, the messenger of death and the "doctor" voted in favor, and the other six creators, including the judge, voted against.

In the end, all the gazes of the Creator fell on the translucent phantom that had not yet made a choice.

"Stop laughing, observer, make your choice." The designer shouted: "Don't let us wait for you."

"Hahahahaha... OK." The translucent figure shook for a moment, with a little smile in his voice: "I agree with the designer's opinion, those outsiders should be allowed to enter."

"Seven to six, the vote ends." The designer nodded: "I will open the boundaries of the shelter and let outsiders from other planes enter."

"In another world, people are spending time using entertainment called "brain imaging games". Next, I will develop interfaces to make this world a game-like existence in the eyes of those humans."

"It's meaningless..." The judge shook his head: "You will regret it."

...

The meeting a long time ago disappeared from the judge's eyes, and what followed was the sarcastic voice of the observer:

"The old man didn't want to 'evolution' for something, nor did he want to invade another world. He was just a human puppet, faithfully executing the program instructions."

"So, that old man betrayed us, and I knew it a long time ago. As for why he did not expose him on the spot, he had other plans."

The judge opened his eyes and stared at the projection above the metal table. She saw a black-shelled satellite moving in orbit of the moon.

She had never known what it was, and finally showed her true appearance:

The satellite's solar panels flashed with a shimmer, and looked like a pointed cone. Two large engines were installed at the tail, pointing toward the tip of the earth, revealing a slender metal tube, as if it was some kind of turret.

"This is what is called a black box, and it's something the designer has been hiding. Its codename is 'God's Finger', which is YOD. When it is activated, the engine will push the weapon back to low-Earth orbit and attack any position on the earth."

"It has always been connected to another satellite equipped with a quantum computer, and our consciousness was born in a quantum computer. However, another computer is also installed inside this weapon, which is enough to accommodate our consciousness."

"We are just human playthings, and they regard us as experimental subjects. Even the highest authority holders who claim to be the Creator are just ridiculous clowns in the eyes of human beings."

"But when my plan succeeds, everything is different..."

Even though he knew that he was watching a video, the judge still made a low voice and asked questions to the observer:

"What the hell are you going to... do?"

As if I heard the question from the judge, the observer's voice suddenly felt a little fanatical, like a crazy god who was preaching doctrine to his followers:

"I want to use this satellite to attack the research institute of the Pulse Entertainment Company and completely cut off our connection with the earth. Relying on the large thrust engine installed on this weapon, it will become our "warship" and carry us to the stars of the universe in Guangmiao!"
Chapter completed!