"Your Highness, I have a question. Why don't you put these memories directly into his mind? I know that the will of that existence is just an excuse. As for your existence, it is actually no longer surrendered to that existence. Putting the memory directly into the will of His Son is not easier? There may be fewer things to lose." Stroger looked at Li Xinyan, who walked out of the room and towards the next door of the room, and said to Tiratmes.

Tirathimis also looked at Li Xinyan's back and said, "The living body of independent will is a very interesting thing. He does not fully portray what he sees in memory, but has a certain percentage to extract some of the things he is concerned about and exists in his memory, such as images, sounds, and even views on one thing. Why? That is because he needs to leave a certain amount of space to handle things similar to the future. Many things in the world are not exactly the same, but there are many similar things. This difference reflected in mathematical percentage not only guarantees the survival ability of the living body when facing new situations, but also guarantees the inheritance of inherent experience. This is the ability of the living body successfully developed in the process of evolution of billions of years, and it is also the reason why the Machine City will never create independent life forms through replication. In other words, this ability is the foundation of the living body moving towards independent will under free circumstances."

Stroger remembered the information routing nodes he saw when he was looking for Allen. He understood a little vaguely why those information routing nodes slowly developed their personality from simple command execution.

"Due to this situation, no matter what means you use to control the living body of independent will in your own hands, he will constantly strengthen or weaken certain things in his memory according to his will. So those he thinks are beautiful will be better and thus remember them more firmly. What he feels sad will gradually be erased from the memory because of sadness. It is of course easy to implant his original memory directly, but the process of strengthening or decay will become longer. This is naturally nothing for us, but the process of purification takes time for him... the process will be more painful. From a friend's perspective, would you like to watch him struggle in the painful mud?"

"No..." Stroger murmured softly.

Suddenly, a trace of streaming light flew past Strog's eyes like blue smoke. Strog was a little strange. He followed the direction of the streaming light and suddenly found that Tiratmes's body was slowly disintegrating, turning into a blue smoke-like streaming light floating around and slowly disappearing into the void.

"Your Highness! Your body!" Strogg exclaimed.

Tirathimis didn't even look at his body, and smiled and said, "I'm almost used up. I'm the guardian of this 'past' space. If I don't want this space to disappear completely now, I can only replenish the remaining energy I have in the space. Well, at this speed, it should be able to support His Royal Highness to read the last memory."

Strogg didn't know what to say, and wanted to pat Tiratmes's remaining consciousness on the shoulder, but he never could raise his hand. God, sometimes so close to everyone, but it made people so respectful that they dare not blaspheme.

Li Xinyan pushed open the last door. Of course, this is not the last room in the corridor, but the last room with time to open it.

This is a bright ward with a bed in the ward, with a man lying on it, while two others stood aside, with a sad face.

One was Tong Liya and the other was Tirathomes. Although Tirathomes looked like a mechanical warrior, her expression and behavior were no different from Tirathomes in the virtual world. Li Xinyan walked forward, yes, another Li Xinyan was lying on the hospital bed. At this moment, his face was covered with a cotton gauze, gently covering his eyes. Tong Liya was holding a pair of hemostatic pliers in her hand, but her hands were trembling slightly. Needless to say, Li Xinyan's chest was open, and some internal organ-like machinery were slowly moving inside.

Tirathimis shook his head gently and said, "Your Majesty, even if you can do everything, those humans did not use any good materials when they created the body of the Holy Son, or... they had not developed any decent human materials at all. Even if you repair them little by little, it would not be possible to completely correct the craft defects of those humans. If you continue to repair them like this, what you will bring to Your Highness will only be endless pain! Look at these contacts, which are completely unreasonable access methods. How can weak currents use such thick metal wiring?"

"But...but he said he liked this body...he said that in this way, he could be like me, immortal and freely... shuttle through..." Tong Liya's voice shivered, and it sounded like she herself didn't believe in this reason.

Tirathis frowned and wanted to stop, but finally made up his mind, clenched his hands into fists, and finally said: "He is making you happy!"

Tong Liya's hands were even harder. She threw the hemostatic pliers into the tray and leaned dejectedly against the wall behind her.

"...If you want him to come back, there is only one way to get him back intact." Tirathis looked at her and whispered.

Tong Liya shook her head suddenly, two lines of clear tears overflowed her eyes, and she said negatively: "That's not possible! That's not possible! That method is just to create a brand new life form! The life form created by that method will have its own consciousness and will, and cannot fully accept his current memory! The person who created it is not him! It is not him!"

Tirathimis also felt a little excited and said, "But, do you have the heart to perform surgery on him again and again to repair his body, and to watch him open his chest in front of you again and again!?"

"I don't want it! I don't want it! But what can I do?" Tong Liya was almost collapsed, and she stomped her feet while howling.

Tirathimis grabbed Tong Liya, let her snuggle on her chest, and then gently stroked her back.

After a while, Tirathimis whispered: "Let go. Even if he wants eternal life now, it is actually impossible to be destined from the first day you created him. He always has his own life limit. It is already very good that he can accompany you for a hundred years. In the mouth of human beings, a hundred years is a lifetime. So, he has been with you for a lifetime, what regrets do you have? He should leave now, you can't stop this, nor should you stop it. If you feel that you can't forget it, just as soon as human beings can copy his memories and transfer their memories from his ** to mechanical life, then you can keep his memories, so that when you want to see him in the future, you can still read them in these memories."

Tong Liya was crying, crying so hard that she didn't even have the strength to answer. As for saying that she was a god, maybe even the devil wouldn't believe it at this moment.

After a long time, Tong Liya finally stopped her voice, stood up straight, looked at Li Xinyan, who was covered with white cloth, and was lying on the hospital bed in a coma or half awake, and snorted a few words with difficulty: "Then that's it."

At almost the same time, at the beginning of the corridor, Tyrathimis's residual consciousness also exhausted the last little energy and disappeared completely in the void.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!