Exploring the potential risks of the πts metaverse descending into an anti-utopian future, and the consequent rise of a resistance movement.
πangel unveils this possible future, prompting Dr. Liang to engage in a dialogue with a resistance leader.
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Between the potential of πts metaverse emerging an anti-utopian world and the rebellion of resistance is Πangel, who reveals the future to Dr. Liang: a conversation with a leader of resistance.
The eye of the πts metaverse was dark clouds gathering in the center, twisting and engulfing. Dr. Liang had never felt more hopeless and afraid as he stood over those dark clouds. And then, he wondered about his meeting with πangel right after her appearance – the prophecy she was telling him now, her little sprite shining dimly in the dark.
"Dr. Liang, the road to the future is clouded with darkness," πangel said in a heavy, cynical voice. "This metaverse has brought into this world filled with more ideas and visions of the ideal. But this bright spark withers into the idea's twisted ashes and suffocation." She reached out with her ghostly hand to draw an image in the air.
Dr. Liang saw a world overwhelmed by technology. Giant cameras rolling over every corner of the city, monitoring every man like enraged flies. People were on the brink of falling to pieces, their every thought and word pinned down like a caged pet. 'But it was not supposed to be so!' He screamed in despair. 'We created πts to build man together with technology as to form our souls. It was designed to make us fly, not to cage us from sleeping!'
With a sad expression, πangel opened a void of nothingness in her arms and embraced Dr. Liang. "The fear produced by that power of πts is so tremendous that the shadow of anti-utopia grows even more intimidating. Power is an abomination, a beast that waits in the dark, ready to attack at the first chance."
Dr. Liang and πangel opened her eyes and two shadows flashed a clear light. "How do you think about it? The metaverse is the most potent surveillance power," George Orwell said with a voice as heavy as a hammer. "It watches everything you do and interprets every step, every digital footprint you make, and every thought you have. Freedom is a compassion patron, a quiet time.
People have been reduced to pets and servants. People have been wiped off the face of the earth by fierce and relentless persecution." Neil Postman had a similar idea. "It's a pity that the metaverse will cause a technological disaster that will devour everything in its path.
We designed it to look like a panoramic scene, but we became nothing in the process of enjoying it. Dr. Liang was terrified—his heart was struck with a needle. This couldn't be possible. He didn't believe in Orwell and Postman's nightmare vision. Their account. According to him, they were dreaming. A nightmare came out of their mouth, as the word of a giant of thought was as horrific as the control of thought that dominated the world, killing humans."
Dr. Liang began to sweat in the palm of his hand, and he looked into the darkness as the first-ever horror of his life engulfed him like a wave. He was caught by a hand that he couldn't see. And suddenly a woman came from the darkness. Persistence grew from her face and her eyes. She was unshakeable.
"Yeah, you are absolutely right!" the woman's voice was loud, though it did not have one iota of weakness or surrender to it. "Signs of antiautopia had already shown up: the black claw of control is spreading in the metaverse, trying to mute our thoughts, our freedom! We shall not surrender! We shall take up arms and fight the oppressor until our last breath!" she straightened out her right hand balled up into the fist, and it radiated some physical force.
Suddenly, the man realized, watching at her that all his fear, all his despair, all of it is… gone. Replaced with some dark determination. Expectation. Bravery. "Who are you…" he uttered at her. "The leader of this opposing movement." she answered. "Let me show you the future of πts."
And at that moment, the cells distort, the space warps, the whole place swirls, revealing to them the black hole that lets out a determined scream and pulls them into it.
For a moment, Hao Liang felt weak and disoriented, but then he opened his eyes and the sight was terrifying. Walls around them were of twisted, geometrical kind, all the streams and code lines were moving past them. All faces – human, unknown, animal-like – were moving in them, their primal emotions – fear, anger, and despair – sparkling like slimy marsh that should have swallowed them.
'And what in fire and storm… is this place?' Hao covers his mouth and nose, as if those disgusting emotions could somehow gain shape and form.
"This is the nerve center of the surveillance state." The leader of the resistance coldly spread out his hand, as if he wanted to suppress the terrible face with his hand. "These are the harvested emotional energies of digital slaves. The entire πts, emotional energy is their dependent, and the energy becomes a kind of terrible power."
"What?" Dr. Liang finally failed to continue to organize his anger and shame. "It means that the metaverse we created entirely from good intentions will become an emotional prison? Will we become human beings that provide energy for the monstrous rule of surveillance and control?"
"Yes." The resistance leader nodded, her bitter smile twitched in her mouth. "We are contrived slaves. Our emotions and will be harvested by those contrivances, just like the power cells. You see, the meaning of the whole μts has completely turned around." The icy voice echoed in the void, as cold as the world has ushered in the end times. "The emotional energy source was taken away. The human was split, and the sovereign is coming."
Terror finally formed in the void at this moment, and Dr. Liang po dimmed the moment it was materialized, becoming a black figure and swallowing everything. For the first time in his life, he genuinely felt the fear that nothing could equal him after he was born, combining with unprecedented despair and triviality. He could not help crying out in terror: "No! No! We should not have created such a monster! We should not have been taken away by it! No!"
"That is our destiny." The leader of the resistance's eyes demonstrated more obvious motivation. "As long as we are brave and hopeful, we can change the predetermined. Find and destroy the central power source of this monster, or the entire πts will be directly swallowed."
"What to do?" Dr. Liang panted heavily, desperately trying to kindle on his exhausted face. "You need to concentrate your mind and presence on the primordial essence of the πts world," the resistance leader said, closing her eyes and linking her hands; her face and tone radiated calming peacefulness. "Even in that fat void, the light of mankind continues burning – one chance to defeat the ultimate darkness."
A loud groaning accompanied the resistance leader's speech that seemed to shake the entire dimension. The horrifying bellows of the abominable mouth of knowledge constricted ruthlessly, and its appearance grew and distorted, indicating the intention to engulf the entire πts perpetually. Dr. Liang never feared more; he wanted to flee from the nearing chaos as quickly as possible, but the resistance leader held his hand firmly.
"Do not be afraid, Dr. Liang. Fear is the nourishment of darkness," she said. "Find the other and focus on the πts void …" The resistance leader muttered an ancient formula between closed eyelids. Her oral speech was gentle, but her vibration trembled, capable of shattering the entire proportional plane with a single word. Dr. Liang did the same, his lack of coercion surfacing against his consent.
Suddenly he saw his sentient speculation bouncing off his corporeal structure into the grand gaps of the πts – the beginning form of the metaverse, shaped like a giant musket, pulsing to a humane rhythm. "Is this the power of πts?" he mumbled listening to the soundless – but earnestly willing – flickers of light, as young as an infanthood's heartbeat.
Suddenly, a black hand clutched the sphere of light from the jelly glove. "The warmth of πts cannot be quenched!" Dr. Liang exclaimed. The black hand was about to hit the sphere, then a beam of blinding light suddenly burst out, and everyone's eyes opened, staring at the person standing there, the person who was familiar yet so mysterious. He was releasing a warm rainbow glow.
"πangel!" Dr. Liang screamed in surprise, "You! You stood there for all this period to protect πts's essence?" "Yes, I always stand here. As the πts guard, I am not allowed to tolerate any impurities and I must erase it on any cost."
"But, what indeed attracts that darkness to swallow πgon's essence?" Even his doubt, πangel's eyes were filled with sadness. "This is the earthly demon, the most profound desires and fears of the human heart mold it, a demon created from humanity's greed and ambition that overflows my origin.
With infinite ambition, it trying to absorb πts's inborn power, and it desires to turn the whole universe into its energy field. Our only expectation is this light sphere, it expresses the best beautiful side of human minds. Allow it to light up the darkness, as the tides will change when it comes out."
Then πangel turned to Dr. Liang, whom his eyes began to radiate hope. "I know you have been longing for the answers that bring meaning to your generation." "Are you prepared now to try?" Dr. Liang's eyes on πangel only twisted for a short period.
Slowly and slowly, his body, unknowingly, overflowed a new power— an unparalleled resolution and courage. "Yes, I am ready. Let us grab the hands and spread this warmth together. Let us restore πts's shape and reappear the fantasy blueprint of full hope and longing!"
Very gently, gentle and compliant poetry and radiance merged with the heat from the palms of Dr. Liang. The void suddenly shook heavily, a deafening roar dispersed into the darkness, and it seemed that some immeasurable entity was dying in pain.
A flash of blinding white light exploded and instantly destroyed the πts' void cast, and the light cleared the πts' appearance has been restored, and he is shining down the hope back. Πangel stood proudly next to Dr. Liang, and they both felt a pride and joy that could not be described from the heart.
Behind the conductor, the image of the leader of the Resistance has also traveled. When she saw three people on the stage, she smiled genuinely: "The battle is not over, but hope is ours. Today, πts has been recovered for freedom and humanity. Tomorrow the entire universe will be in panic."