In the document, we discovered a magical button, whose sole purpose was to extract your consciousness.
However, the button that extracts your data isn't in our hands but in... the world where you reside.
We can't press that button, nor do we know how to trigger it, until we observed that when you were playing the Cyberpunk game, your data exhibited other strange fluctuations.
Your network data would suddenly connect to our world while you played the game, and simultaneously, when it filtered out a few special consciousness data, a connection would occur, establishing a transmission channel.
Through this connection, we finally provided you with three options while you played the game—actually, those three options...
Each option was linked to a human consciousness diving deep in the Cyber World.
We cannot press the button, but we can present that button right in front of you.
You made the choice yourself, pressed the button, and then... BOOM!
Something magical happened!
Your consciousness in the real world surprisingly connected to this world through your computer's network without a network interface, and started transmitting using that magical network channel.
The massive data directly crushed the entire data channel, making us lose the connection to your world, and in less than a millisecond, you replaced the original consciousness.
This is the reason for your traversal!
So, what we did was actually to give you a chance to choose, presenting those inexplicably connected data and the button that could traverse as text options in front of you.
Then we left it to you to decide whether to press that magical button.
Once you made a choice, everything happened just like that.
As for how to get back?
Sorry, I don't think you can go back.
The reason is simple, you can't just flat-pack a three-dimensional being until it's compressed into a two-dimensional one, but how do you turn the two-dimensional back into a three-dimensional existence?
This is not something that can be just squished back, hmm, I can't think of a way at the moment anyway.
You get what I mean, we're talking about the difference in dimensions, I'm explaining it like this so you can understand.
But one thing to say, buddy, I've been watching you for a long time, you constantly complain about life being dull, wishing to be reborn in the second dimension, becoming a top player in the second-dimensional world...
Now you actually became one, isn't this what you wished for?
When you're bored playing games, you can hang out on Bilibili or rant about stupid plotlines in chat groups, and now you've been given a chance to change everything, isn't that quite nice?
By the way, in this Cyber World, there are plenty of pretty girls, and they're all quite open..."
Spider Murphy's virtual image coldly gazed at Bartmos, even Ultraman seemed to show a slightly disgusted and disdainful expression, as if it recalled something unpleasant.
"Ahem, what I mean is...
Damn it, I screwed up. I thought the data nuke I released online could liberate humanity, give people true freedom, make all those corporate dogs go to hell!
But now it seems, everything I've done not only didn't work, but accelerated the corporate enslavement of people!
Not only did my actions fail to make this world better, but they actually made it worse!
Look at this world!
The internet has become a battlefield, no longer a paradise of information sharing, learning, and freedom.
The real world is even more fucked, with companies leeching off people, leaving no freedom, no future, no hope.
We are human batteries in the eyes of corporations, human heat sinks, or more like just chunks of meat waiting to be devoured..."
Bartmos's expression turned angry:
"You don't like the game plots? What a fucking coincidence, neither do I! So, brother, do something about it, whatever it is!
You don't need to worry about where the host's original consciousness went—he's indeed dead.
You don't have to feel guilty, it was our choice to present you with the choice while the data connected to him, and you merely chose the option I offered.
So, do whatever you want."
"He means... this world is already destined for doom."
Spider Murphy calmly concluded:
"In our countless calculations, the probability of humanity ultimately self-destructing... is just too high.
It's like a rock rolling down a hill towards hell, all we can do is try to slow it down, but we can't change the direction it ultimately descends in."
"So, we need a variable."
Ultraman's expression was equally calm, or rather this is what AI typically looks like:
"You are the variable that exists outside this world, and as long as you exist, the course of the entire world will change, and for us, change is a good thing."
"After all, the worst-case scenario is the destruction of the world... If fate dictates we are headed towards destruction, then I'd rather it be us who ignite this world ourselves!"
After Bartmos finished his words, he surprisingly showed a somewhat self-mocking smile:
"Anyway, guys like us are best at this kind of stuff."