Chapter 1278 Brain in a Vat Paradox (Second Update)

The more he discovered his footprints in history, the calmer the emperor's mind became.

As Victor von Doom reassured him after he informed the regent of his discovery, that's how it goes sometimes. Accept the fate given by "Tai Yi", complete your life journey and continue to fight, instead of falling into the abyss of nihilism. "If someone claims that you are Attila, then you are Attila. I think the joke-like death of being choked to death by nosebleeds while sleeping is very much my idea. I am a person who likes to joke. Do you think Woolen cloth?"

Modu just widened his eyes with an angry look on his face and did not answer the question. "He used a gun!" Kama Taj's apprentice instructor endured the pain and said angrily, "Despicable traitor, shameful coward! If he hadn't used a gun, he would never have been able to defeat me openly!"

"Yes, yes, who made you want to fight to the death?" The emperor nodded perfunctorily, still holding one hand next to the bedside table, and continued reading under the light of Modu's room. He knew nothing about firearms in the past, but now he can tell what happened just by the gunshot wounds. "The wound is not bad, penetrating wound, shot at close range. The instant pain and massive blood loss made you lose your fighting ability and concentration. Is that how the bruises on your head came from? Huh... Victor's attack was a bit harsh. You need a CT scan to determine if you have a concussion, and a hematoma is not a good thing. Apprentice Stephen Strange, am I correct?"

"Absolutely!" Mo Du glanced angrily, unwilling to answer this shameful question. Although he wanted to sit up, but there was no trace of the anesthesia, he didn't have it for the time being. "I have been carried back by the apprentices, and I will never be carried out by them again! Who treated my wounds, Stephen, was it you?" "

As the only medical staff present at the time, Stephen Strange stretched out his hands that were slightly trembling due to nerve damage, indicating that he did not have such ability. "If I could still suture my skin, I wouldn't have ended up like this." He looked at the emperor sitting by the bed, the arrogance in his tone had long since disappeared. In the past, he would not have considered working in a small clinic. Now that there was no hope of cure, Stephen Strange finally began to consider whether to lower his sights and at least pay off the loan first. "I have seen your technique of suturing blood vessels and your control of the dosage of anesthetic drugs. You are very skilled. Which medical school did you study in?"

"Illegal human experiment medical school, I learned it from the cries of slaves... Ha, this is a joke. Do you think everyone is like Modu and can't joke?" the emperor said, "Actually, I don't have a medical degree, only theory. degree in physics and astrophysics, so I didn't know whether Mordo would survive before I started. But... look at this lucky guy, he can still breathe now and hasn't turned into an idiot yet. What's there to be dissatisfied about? ?"

"Where is that coward now! Did he escape?"

"Yeah, yeah, he's back in Latvinia now."

"Give me the spell, I will stand up now." Modu interrupted the emperor angrily, "The traitor must die!"

The emperor's expression suddenly became serious and unfamiliar, and even the angry Modu felt a chill. "You have done what you wanted to do and achieved the results you expected. Then this matter is over." The emperor said solemnly, "You cannot abandon your responsibilities, just like Victor von Du Mu cannot abandon his responsibilities. Modu, do you understand?"

"Are you admonishing me with the authority of His Holiness?"

"It is the authority of the Lord of Karma Taj. Your duties are higher than your personal emotions. If you cannot learn to restrain yourself, then you must return to the apprenticeship and practice again. At that time, I will bring Kasili Get Os back and ask him to supervise you." The emperor unceremoniously took out the Kimber M1911 .45ACP caliber pistol, which was the gun Victor von Doom used to wound Mordo in the thigh. . "According to the procedures of Mozambique shooting and contact shooting, the function of the first shot is to control rather than kill. If the second bullet is not a dud, you will be shot in the chest and head. I don't Does it make you feel better to know that the reason you survived was not because he was merciful, he really wanted to kill you."

Mordo suddenly became quiet. "Sorry." He closed his eyes, "I was too excited."

"Good, at least you realized your mistake." The emperor opened the safety, opened the gun, and ejected the bullet. "This is a souvenir for you." He put the bullet on the bedside table. "This will make you understand how close you are to death. Your automatic defense spell cannot resist this attack at all."

"Really?" After walking out of Mordo's room, Stephen Strange came over. He glanced at the closed door of Modu's room warily, then lowered his voice and asked, "Is that bullet really a dud?"

"That was a reloaded bullet used for shooting practice. After being filled with sand, of course it became a dud. After all, it didn't even have a primer." The emperor revealed the details nonchalantly, "Don't tell Modo, otherwise he will His self-esteem was frustrated and he died of grief and anger. It’s really troublesome, how come everyone has character flaws... Oh, and you, Mr. Stephen Strange. Do you have anything to explain about breaking into the library and reading banned books?"

The former apprentice surgeon shrugged and joked. "Can't be discovered?"

Then he couldn't laugh anymore because he felt the cold metal pressing against his skull. "This is the correct explanation." He heard the vibration of the gun being loaded, the slide moving back and forth, and hitting his skin under the action of the spring. "There is never a dud, do you understand?"

"Okay, Okay, let's calm down." Stephen Strange raised his hands in surrender, "I have been punished, haven't I? Does Kamal Tajri really allow this to happen?"

"For apprentices with abnormal curiosity, yes." He heard the sound of the hammer being dialed into the standby slot, "Now I wonder if after shooting your skull off, your brain will grow legs on its own. Lose."

"What?"

"This is the result of reading taboo books without defense. All regulations are bloody lessons. How can you be an exception?" the emperor said. "No one knows how much you have read now, and no one knows you." Is the current consciousness Stephen Strange, or is it a monster pretending to be Stephen Strange and possessing all of his memories. This creates a kind of objective reality, a brain in a vat, so what do you think I should do? "

"This is a metaphysical question, about memory and soul. I once read a book like this, in medical school, in order to have something to talk about with women." Only then did Stephen Strange feel the seriousness of the matter, and he desperately tried to Recalling what I read in that book "Reason, Truth and History", "I promise, I am myself now, and Descartes can vouch for me!"

"There is no God in this world. You have been here for so long and still agree with Descartes' philosophy that uses God as an argument. You are really not making any progress." The emperor curled his lips, "Hilary Putnam is fine. Or maybe Wittgenstein or G.E. Moore."

"Okay, Okay! How about Plato's Fable of the Cave!"

“What’s a way to test whether you’re a brain in a vat?”

"I don't know! Do you think a neurosurgeon's job is easy!" Stephen Strange was surprisingly angry. "How do I know if neurons and spinal cords have their own minds? My job is to repair, link, Stitching, not thinking about the meaning of that flesh and blood!”

"So, you've proven yourself, Stephen Strange."

"What? Just because I don't know the answer?"

"Yes." The emperor moved the gun and patted his shoulder. "If there is an extradimensional creature occupying your brain, that thing will definitely know the answer. You are still so stupid, obviously not inspired by the indifference of the universe. .”

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