Since the Game Association does not want to save people, the only function of inputting this memory to Old Ted is to let him pass it on to others.

The Game Association is not a god. It can count five hundred years in advance and five hundred years in the next. If they could predict all the situation in advance, they would not have entered this memory to Old Ted now.

Yes, this is their sudden decision, temporary action, and to confirm this speculation, I asked Old Ted: "What do you have this memory? Can you recall the specific time?"

Old Ted paused when he heard this. He seemed to have not thought about this problem, so he frowned and recalled for a moment before saying, "The years I have lived in the castle... I don't have this memory, nor is it from earlier. It's strange, this should have just appeared."

I nodded, and Old Ted's answer confirmed my guess. His memory was a temporary interruption, which also shows that the Game Association cannot predict the future. They will also make some adjustments based on the sudden situation in the game.

Old Ted was a little lost after saying that. He covered his head and his eyes were flickering. He must be very confused. His memory was controlled by others, and it was still in progress. I guess this was more difficult to accept than to realize that he was an artificial human.

My mood also fell a lot. Old Ted's memory was newly entered. Just after Gravity talked to me, this explained two things.

First, the old Ted's brain is still under control, and the others in the castle are probably the same as him, but they are not aware of anything.

Second, Gravity wants me to activate the Space Castle, otherwise Old Ted wouldn't come to me alone.

The former determines that it is extremely difficult for me to save the people in the city. They are simply tens of thousands of timers/bombs, and the remote control is in the hands of the enemy.

The latter shows that gravity must have the traits they are interested in, and they want to use this to test or confirm it.

What can a cockpit prove? Can I drive?

No, I shook my head secretly. I learned to drive myself after the disaster, and it was not worth mentioning, let alone airplanes or ships.

Only once, I was sitting in a similar cabin, but not driving, I just started it.

Thinking of this, I retreated a little farther from the cockpit. Old Ted was still trapped in the chaos of the memory being quietly tampered with. He might not be able to figure out how the new memory suddenly became popular in his mind even though he had no feelings.

So after the chaos, he will definitely be confused and even fall into deeper self-doubt.

If a person learns that his memories are all fake, he has never experienced those things, and he has copied other people's memories, he will inevitably think about a question, who is he?

There is already a Ted in the world. As a latecomer, he is obviously a copycat. If all his memories are not his, then who is he?

He shouldn't be called Ted, nor should he have Ted's habits and temperament, and he will not do what Ted should do.

The funny thing is that he knows nothing about himself, and he has nothing except Ted's memory.

These fatal problems require time to think about and sort them out, and then he will reposition himself. Unfortunately, he has no time.

"Can't you drive it?" Old Ted asked after seeing me take a few steps away from the cockpit.

"This is a trap," I said bluntly.

"The Game Association must be the one who did it. They asked me to attract you because they wanted to get something from you!" Old Ted said suddenly.

"Mental power, I guess."

"You? Are you a psychopath, spiritual?"

"yes."

"No wonder, no wonder you were able to knock down those scumbags in an instant."

"They won't really let me take you away. Maybe they will advance the disaster, or use your brain to be accused of it and concentrate on dealing with you." Once my thinking dissipated, I couldn't stop it, and I was used to thinking about things badly, so I had a very bad guess at this time. The Game Association attracted me to the cockpit, maybe not just to verify my superpowers, but also to test if I know what this thing is for.

If I can start it without a prompt, it means I may have seen similar technologies before, which obviously does not belong to the Earth.

Could it be that the Game Association wants to find a Rubik's Cube Building?

I have suffered too many losses, which has led to my thoughts being complicated when I encounter things. It is better when I am busy, but when I have time, my thoughts can't help but scatter in all directions.

Old Ted has adjusted his emotions. He has Ted's memory and a similar personality. Therefore, after encountering huge changes and blows, he can quickly recover from calmness.

He is different from me who has always been accustomed to fighting alone. He is good at teamwork and is also the soul of the team. Calmness is a necessary condition when encountering things.

"My brain, no, they must have installed it in my body... I don't know what to call it, it's a controller?" Old Ted said with uncertainty.

"Are there CT machines in the city? Or machines like security checks in subway stations?"

"There is a CT machine, but I haven't heard of anyone having foreign objects in their bodies." Old Ted thought for a while and said.

My antenna did not detect other living things in his body, so the medium used by the Game Association to instill memories is not electronic machinery or living things.

"I have a way, do you want to try it? It may help you get rid of control. Of course, if it doesn't work, you may suffer more and more pain." I deliberately said it, because I didn't want the Game Association to hear too many details.

Old Ted did not answer immediately, and I was not in a hurry to let him make a decision. He thought for a while and asked, "If the experiment was successful on me, would you help others?"

To be honest, he thought for a long time and asked such a question, which surprised me a little. Before he could figure out who he was, he was still considering the survivors in the city. I was actually quite happy.

"I can only promise you to try, but I can't guarantee it, but I will do my best." Although I was moved by Old Ted's intention to consider the survivors, I dare not boast because the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and I don't want him to be hit again.

The previous few infections I had done one-on-one, but now I have to infect tens of thousands of people at once. Even the Zombie King is not as efficient as this.

Old Ted thinks it's not too late, it just so happens that there is no one else in the tower, so I don't have to worry about hurting others by chance.

We came to the room on the top of the tower and released the aura at high altitudes is safer. Considering that Old Ted's brain has been controlled, I did not explain to him in detail that I was going to do things.

This time I chatted with him while releasing my aura, allowing him to be infected unknowingly, and I secretly calculated the time.

As a result, just five minutes later, Old Ted suddenly fell to the ground, and the solution I made up casually was not finished yet.

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