113: Chapter 113: Even if what he said is true, it can't be true (3)

Inside the computer room, it was deathly silent, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Professor Guan, Professor Wu, Li Mo, and the others all stared in horror at the computed results and the character model photos.

The hands, bodies, and gazes of everyone present couldn't stop trembling; their hearts were pounding with vibration.

The lifespan of a god—not even worth mentioning!

This number essentially had no meaning; thirty thousand plus years, fifty thousand years, or even five million years were just exaggerated parameters.

What truly caused the blood in everyone's bodies to gradually run cold was...

The fact itself, as calculated by the supercomputer!!!

And the photos of the optimal human specimen!!!

One must understand that an absolutely rational supercomputer, which only respects logic and probability, had adopted the vague descriptions of human creation and genetic models from global mythologies. After undergoing unimaginable super-computations—there were no contradictions, no error points, and certainly no points that were impossible to implement...

In the end, the supercomputer itself provided a feasible set of solutions, even including the minimum configuration requirement for male genes: 31,500 years!

What did this mean?

It essentially meant that—the event of gods creating humans, or even high-intelligence beings intervening in human origins, was logically consistent even within the deductions of a quantum supercomputer!

It meant something even more terrifying!

The supercomputer directly provided the answer: [This does not prove that gods exist]

Rather, it is [Gods, They can exist, and Their actions in this operation are feasible within the framework of existing scientific models!]

“We...” Professor Guan’s vacant gaze lingered on Nunu’s photo for a long time before he slowly turned his head to look at Professor Wu. Professor Wu’s eyes were also filled with immense shock. “Did we just, unintentionally... prove that such existences, at least in theory—could possibly exist...”

“No, it’s not just that they might exist. The supercomputer itself believes that to explain the origins of humanity and the sudden birth of Homo sapiens, the answer of [Gods creating humans] is the logically optimal solution, even a self-consistent one!”

Professor Wu’s mouth hung open, and he forgot to breathe.

He was a life scientist; he understood all too well that natural evolution being full of randomness and long durations was all wrong.

Yet the model results provided by the supercomputer were directional, a purposeful engineering calculation!

Out of countless possibilities, the supercomputer chose this [non-natural] path as the optimal answer!

This was even more terrifying than directly saying [God exists]!

At this moment, everyone thought of the same person: Jiang Zhe.

Before, they thought it was an interesting hypothesis, a bold conjecture, a fascinating cultural interpretation, the work of a world-leading visionary...

They never expected that tonight, they would actually use a supercomputer to calculate the feasibility of such a high-level civilization intervening in human origins!!!

Were myths truly not just the imaginings of ancient people?

“Creating humans from yellow clay.” A graduate student stared at Nunu’s photo with a face full of dread and said, “This isn't a metaphor; it’s a real description of what ancient people saw with their own eyes—a truth they witnessed but couldn't describe in detail!”

Li Mo said with a face full of horror, “We, we, really, created the Second-Generation Human Model!!!”

Just then, Professor Guan suddenly snapped out of it, shook his head, and regained his composure.

“No, it’s not about the Second-Generation Human Model Nunu, but the discovery itself—it’s too significant!”

This discovery—if it could even be called a discovery—was simply too major, major to the point of being terrifying!

It didn't prove gods exist, but it proved gods *could* exist. It couldn't be made public; one couldn't even think about it too much!

He hurriedly stood up and picked up the red secure phone. Due to excitement and shock, he mistyped the buttons several times before finally getting through to Director Zhang.

“Director Zhang, it’s me, Guan Jingming.”

Director Zhang was silent for two and a half seconds before asking somewhat speechlessly, “Calling the secure line voluntarily this time, did you guys cause some more trouble? I’m reminding you, you’ve signed a non-disclosure agreement...”

“It’s not about the xia nation consciousness, it’s something new, and something that can’t be explained clearly.” Professor Guan was so excited he was incoherent. “We tried to use the supercomputer to simulate the [Gods creating humans] life model from mythology, and in the end...”

Before he could finish, Director Zhang’s voice became stern, and a reprimand came through: “Guan Jingming, I approved quantum supercomputer resources for you, and you used them to simulate mythological stories? What were you thinking, wasting national resources?”

“No, listen to me.” Professor Guan took a deep breath; he had to make Director Zhang understand the importance of the matter. “It’s like this: the supercomputer has finished its run. It didn't treat the myths as stories; it provided a feasible gene editing and integration plan.”

“The supercomputer used cold calculations and answers to tell us—to achieve the effects described in mythology.”

“The supercomputer believes: the existence of a Creator is a very reasonable external variable!”

“The supercomputer even gave a possible lifespan interval for the gods!”

“Only if the gods' lifespans fit that interval could they have created early Homo sapiens with a lifespan limit of 120 years!”

As soon as these words were spoken, there was dead silence on the other end of the phone.

A few seconds later, Director Zhang’s voice trembled slightly in disbelief. “You, you mean...”

“Using a quantum supercomputer, you proved that gods *can* exist, and the calculated answer tells you [the probability is very high] and it’s [logically self-consistent]?”

“It’s not proving gods can exist, but rather the supercomputer believes that the hypothesis of such an [existence] can better simulate the uncontrollable external variables that occurred before the origin of humanity!”

Speaking to this point, even Professor Guan himself felt his words were failing him, but he knew Director Zhang understood the core of what he was saying.

After another period of silence...

“Crazy, this is absolutely crazy. Jiang Zhe is a madman, and you all are a bunch of madmen. The higher-ups haven't even finished digesting the xia nation consciousness from last time, and now you’ve come up with this.”

“Wait for me, I’ll be there immediately. No one is allowed to move or leave; I’m coming over by myself first!”

The phone was slammed down.

With the report over, Professor Guan finally put down the receiver as if his strength had left him, his back already soaked in cold sweat.

He turned around and looked at the pale, disbelieving faces.

Last time, they touched the boundaries of collective consciousness; this time, they seemed to have touched even more hidden, more fundamental evidence of existence!

The supercomputer didn't prove that God exists.

Rather, the supercomputer's logic believed: [If humans were to add God as a factor into the existing human equations, all those difficult problems that plague you humans would be easily solved!]

This kind of result from an absolutely rational computer was more hair-raising than any fanatical legend or myth!

“Professor, do you regret it?” Li Mo walked over, trying to lighten the mood, but Professor Guan didn't even look at him and left the supercomputer directly. “Damn, Old Wu, come on, bring the kids out and have a smoke with us!”

“Damn Old Wu?” Old Wu leaned back, squinting like an old man with a phone. “I knew you had designs on me. You’re finished; I’m going to tell your sister you’re acting weird~”

“Get lost,” Professor Guan glanced at him and tossed a cigarette over. “Hurry up!”

“Coming, coming.”

...

At 4:30 AM, the night was thick. The group stood outside the supercomputer center building, smoking in silence.

No one said a word, just lighting one cigarette after another.

Finally, Director Zhang arrived.

“Smoking at the entrance, what is this? The professor and students are all smoking; it smells terrible. Hurry up and follow me inside!”

Director Zhang’s voice carried a hint of disdain.

After everyone entered, Director Zhang rushed straight to the computer's main control screen, his pupils suddenly shrinking.

“You guys!”

“You really used this outdated supercomputer to calculate this?”

Professor Guan and Professor Wu both nodded with difficulty.

Director Zhang leaned closer to the control screen, staring intently at those few lines of text: the thirty-thousand-plus-year lifespan threshold, the feasible model—these results made his head ache.

It wasn't because it proved God exists.

But because it could actually calculate that God exists.

This meant: gods intervening in human evolution wasn't just a conjecture, but something that even a cold computer was saying—

[Humans, the probability of this is higher than you can imagine!]

“Jiang Zhe!!!” Director Zhang turned his head sharply, his expression incredibly solemn. “That kid who was secretly live-streamed by Xiaoyu—what on earth is in his head? How did he string all this messy information together?”

He was shocked by both this terrifying result and Jiang Zhe’s ultra-advanced thinking.

What kind of decent person tells their sister during tutoring: [Human origins might not be human evolution itself, but gods!]?

Soon, Director Zhang fell into deep thought. “This matter is too big and too dangerous. It doesn't produce any technology or bring any profit; it only subverts the world's perception and shakes a stable foundation.”

“Once this matter is exposed, society will gradually evolve into a religious state. That is something our ancestors would not want to see.”

“This matter cannot be reported!”

He warned, emphasizing every word: “Not a single word must be leaked!”

Professor Guan was stunned: “But!”

“No buts.” Director Zhang raised his hand to interrupt, his gaze sweeping over Professor Wu, Li Mo, and the others. “You tell me, what use is reporting this? Can it increase grain yields, lead to a breakthrough in chips, or build an anti-gravity aircraft?”

He pointed righteously at the screen. “Its only function is to tell everyone: [Your existence might not be natural; it might indeed have been designed.] Aside from causing public panic and letting a bunch of religious charlatans jump out to scam money, what positive effect could it have?”

“Listen to me, all of you. This matter ends here. Everything that happened tonight is to be destroyed. Note that I said destroyed, not archived. Everyone!” He looked at each person, instructing them with a serious face: “Sign the highest-level non-disclosure agreement. From now on, forget this number, this result, and this simulation. To the outside world, this was just a failed attempt to simulate the xia nation consciousness.”

“Then what about Jiang Zhe?” Li Mo couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

“Keep following his live stream.” Director Zhang thought for a moment and added another instruction: “Everything he says, even if it’s true, can only be a [conjecture]. [It will always be a story, always a conjecture, and will never be real]. Do you all understand?”

As his voice fell, the computer room was silent. Professor Guan, Professor Wu, and the others looked at Director Zhang’s unquestionable expression and finally nodded with heavy hearts.