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The perspective returned to the code space where time no longer held meaning—

After hearing Irwin’s story, Xiaoya Xian felt that, compared to her, she was somewhat luckier, though not by much. In her heart, she still believed her life to be unfortunate—not because she lacked effort, but because fate simply did not favor her. If Irwin ever woke up, with her talents and abilities, she would surely live far more brilliantly than Xiaoya ever could. For Irwin was so extraordinary, while Xiaoya herself was merely a useless dreamer.

“The Hollin you mentioned—is he the psychiatrist we met at the clinic last time? I couldn’t see his face clearly then; I thought my contact lenses had fallen out, so even though everything was blurry, I didn’t pay much attention.” Xiaoya recalled the man, realizing how odd that encounter truly was.

“He inserted a program into our consciousness database that interferes with memory impressions. The interference allows us, during dreams, to ignore many illogical phenomena. For instance, you couldn’t see his features clearly—a reality that doesn’t make sense. Yet, at the time, you wouldn’t question it; you’d assume there was a reason and not find it strange.”

“Is it really possible… to do that? No wonder I never feel like I’m dreaming—no matter how bizarre the circumstances, nothing seems illogical. Our dreams are so vivid; they don’t feel like dreams at all. Even here, though everything feels uncanny, it seems identical to reality…” Xiaoya forced a helpless smile. “Perhaps life itself is but a grand dream, and I’ve simply finished mine ahead of time.”

“Are you still thinking of ending your life?” Irwin asked, worried.

She shook her head. “But what would I do if I woke up? I don’t want to face it…” ‘It’ referred to real life.

“I can’t let Hollin succeed. You ought to awaken. Nothing is more precious than life.” Though she said this, Irwin herself did not choose to return to life. She had her reasons—how could she make Xiaoya understand her predicament?

“What would happen if he succeeded? I don’t care about living. He wants you to live—why won’t you? You’re far more deserving of the real world’s favor than I am.”

“Would you really leave your loved ones alone in the world? He’s your younger brother…”

“I haven’t the courage to see him, nor the face. I know you think I’m cowardly, and you’re right. I am nothing—and selfish, too; ambitious without capability. So, do I even have the right to cling to life?”

This was mere resentment. Irwin didn’t know how to persuade her—how could Xiaoya think so? Yes, dying is not hard. Surviving takes greater courage, which she simply lacks…

Irwin could only try to redirect her thoughts: “Where we met is a dream—a space where our consciousness entered Hollin’s replacement program. The first step was connecting our consciousnesses, linking our cerebral cortex cells via computer, extracting our memory impressions, and then reading our neurons. As we dreamed, our consciousness was gradually replaced. If you linger too long in the dream, he will transfer my consciousness into your brain. During the dream, the system has already begun extracting all your historical memory data, erasing or transferring it into my nearly lifeless shell. Thus, I could live on in your place.”

“Isn’t that better?” She returned to her previous stance.

“I don’t want that! I want to stay in my own code space! I created a brand-new world for myself! I must go there, not wake up as someone else!” Irwin grew agitated.

“There’s actually someone who wants to live even less than I do. What is this new world you speak of?” Xiaoya was surprised.

“The World of Passage.” That was the name she gave it.

“And what made you create it?” Xiaoya, hearing these unfamiliar terms for the first time, was clueless.

Irwin spoke slowly: “It’s a long story. Hollin’s research direction was wrong from the outset. The replacement program he developed had a major flaw; he ignored it, knowing he couldn’t fix it, unable to achieve what he wanted. Their current thinking and technology simply aren’t enough.”

She paused, seeing Xiaoya engrossed, and continued: “Hollin is the youngest son of the SNS Group’s chairman. He was my father’s student in university, deeply immersed in researching the development of human consciousness. Years later, he became a doctoral candidate in the field. My father made no further progress in research, but Hollin refused to give up. This line of inquiry hasn’t brought obvious benefits to real life, except possibly in treating patients with brain damage. Yet Hollin’s ambition was different—he aimed for consciousness replacement. He wanted to swap the consciousness of a vegetative patient with an active mind and a healthy but comatose individual.”

Xiaoya asked, “So that’s how we met?”

“Yes. I had a car accident three years ago. During that time, he quietly used his resources to find forty-eight healthy, unconscious people, but none could initialize and connect with me in the consciousness database. You were the forty-ninth, and he finally succeeded with you!” It was fate!

Hollin was born into wealth—his father’s SNS conglomerate was vast, spanning many industries, with artificial intelligence as its primary focus. They had twenty years of research experience and invested heavily in this field.

Hollin cared little for the family business, obsessed only with his academic pursuits—the deep layers of human consciousness. In college, he was Irwin’s father, Eddie Ming’s most capable research assistant.

After graduation, he poured family money into this research. He was consumed by it, but Eddie Ming and Hollin made little progress, stagnating for years; yet Hollin kept investing.

Recently, Hollin began to analyze neuronal activity using concepts from quantum mechanics. This shift allowed him to approach consciousness research from a quantum logic perspective.

Most crucially, he used his family’s advanced AI technology to simulate human consciousness, developing an exploratory system for the human brain called the H Code System.

To develop this system, he gathered the best programmers and imported the most advanced foreign technology to create the ‘Micro-Cortex Cell Magnetic Resonator,’ which could sense neurons through cortical tissue.

The H Code’s logic allowed the system to access the depths of human consciousness and communicate with it. Once inside, people could use the system to connect with the consciousness of those who were asleep. It could also connect two unconscious minds, sharing their consciousness databases. The name ‘H’ was chosen because, abstractly, its shape suggests two parallel, unconnected consciousnesses linked by a central line—opening the channel between them.

After hearing more about Hollin, Irwin began to share her own vision: “Since my accident, he’s used the H Code to communicate with me. Through this system, I could connect my consciousness directly to the internet. In my three years of coma, I constantly searched and studied. Though I wasn’t my father’s student, I independently researched academic theories during his lectures. I write my own code, and I have my own method. I believe that even when people die, they can continue to exist in another space—not survive, but exist.”

Xiaoya was left in a fog by Irwin’s words, but gradually, she began to understand Irwin’s vision.