ethereal wings

so i'm not here

Therefore I am not

The blizzard didn't let up in the morning either.Stepping on the knee-deep snow, Descartes finally came to the small Renaissance-style building.There is a line written in Latin on the door, "United Association of Individualized Individuals of the Common Memoir of Mankind: Library".

A mouthful of titles.

Descartes opened the door and went in, only to realize that someone had already arrived.In front of the fireplace, a man with shoulder-length black curly hair was lighting a fire.Although it was February, neither of them wore much clothes.

The stings were burning fiercely.The man turned his head and saw Descartes leaning against the table with a tired face. "Good morning, Monsieur Descartes. I am surprised to see you so early."

"If I hadn't been frequently disturbed by nightmares recently, I would have rested in bed until noon as usual." Descartes said wearily while watching the man sit down in front of him, "Mr. Copernicus, you feel very cold ?”

"Would you be surprised if I answered that I'm not cold?" Copernicus said with a smile, wearing only an ordinary jacket. Absurd as it may be, but I suppose you're not too cold, Monsieur Descartes?"

"Of course... To be precise, we don't feel cold, even our bodies are cold all year round..." Descartes moved his stiff arm, "So Are you making fire just to maintain the habit of being a human...?"

"Yes, it's a bit of a waste of fuel, isn't it? I should repent." Copernicus said helplessly, "I can see that you must still be struggling with the issue of memoirs materializing individuals, or our bodies."

"I know those explanations, what is the sum of all human memories, a sufficient amount of memories can make us walk on this land again, and the time and space in which the Association lives is parallel to the secular world..." Descartes did not Said patiently, "From the earliest group of memoirs in ancient Greece to the present, these words still make sense. But the question I think about is, at the moment of our death, aren't we separated physically and mentally?" ?”

"Separation of body and mind? A very Cartesian sentence. Go ahead."

"I don't want to bother you, Monsieur Copernicus. I'm just confused as to whether I'm now fully mechanical or fully psychic."

"If it were a machine, the machine might not be saying these fine words to me now, sir."

"It's not like that, you know, it's possible to make an elaborate machine that imitates human actions as closely as possible, and they can answer what we ask it to say, and it can solve everything it's programmed to do as well as a human being. Sadly, this machine was built without being told it was a machine, and there was no instruction in its program to tell it that it was a machine, and it was surrounded by machines like it, so it never found anomalies... ...Have you read my poor book, "On Method"?"

"I've seen it. Of course I read it after I came here." Copernicus said.

"If you remember the two methods of judging whether a machine is a human being or not, which I wrote about in Part Five, please give me a quiz," Descartes begged.

"Maybe the insomnia has confused you," Copernicus said with a smile, "I wouldn't do this to you. According to you, if you are a machine, then I should be too. So how did I What about learning the two criteria in your book? Unless at some point in the past I was completely disassembled and rewritten into a new program."

"It's possible, because when humans do this, the machines don't know..." Descartes looked at the flickering flame distractedly, "Let's talk about another aspect. Just assume that I am Total soul. To test this, I modified my apparent age a few years ago to bring me back to the physical form I had a dozen years before my death. Since then, I can feel a marked improvement in my health, so I negate the assumption that I am a complete soul..."

"Why don't you assume that you are still the same as human beings, or a combination of body and mind?" Copernicus said and glanced at the clock. It was already seven o'clock, and he seemed to think of something important. "Too much metaphysical meditation can be harmful to you, although we are all looking forward to seeing a sequel to your first philosophical meditation... Everyone likes you, you should go out of your own way Room and talk to us."

"One more question..." Descartes seemed to ignore Copernicus's suggestion, "Is the structure of the memoir incarnate the same as that of a human being? I mean near infinite healing power and fast movement speed ..."

"Even if you raise your confusion to Mr. Harvey, who is almost fanatical about this aspect, I believe he will not dissect you for a new theory of cardiokinesis." Copernicus glanced at the clock again, "Really Excuse me, Mr. Descartes, I may have to go back to the apartment for a while. There is an unfortunate little friend living in my room. His weak body cannot withstand the winter temperature. I have to light a fire by his bed before he gets up. Farewell, Mr. Descartes, I am very sorry."

"Well, goodbye..." Descartes was still looking at the erratic fire.Copernicus had already put on his overcoat and disappeared into the snow outside.

I can doubt everything, but I can't doubt that I'm thinking...so...

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