PFC Chapter 4186 is about the Supreme Sorcerer (26)
Chapter 4186 is about the Supreme Sorcerer (26)
Chapter 4186 is about the Supreme Mage (Twenty-Six).
In fact, I didn't understand it at all. This passage, when spoken in English, is entirely composed of adjectives and function words, with very few nouns. Although learning English is not difficult for electronic lifeforms, this clearly goes beyond the scope of learning English and is a major test of the electronic lifeform's language logic module.
The secretary of the Ministry of Resources failed the test; clearly, he wasn't advanced enough. Although the Supreme Intelligence had passed the test and understood that the Minister of Resources simply wanted to fabricate some environmental work and show off, he was helpless against this long string of words.
Because this long string of words contains neither a specific subject nor a clearly referring pronoun, all the main things have become adjectives describing adjectives, to the point that you can't even say "this is not a reasonable reason," because it's not even a reason.
But the beauty lies in the fact that it's not entirely without reason. It's nothing at all; it sounds like emotional life, a seemingly perfect life created by God, has finally reached the end of its designed lifespan and is starting to show program errors and gibberish.
The Supreme Intelligence now understood why these words were spoken in English, because no advanced language could express them in this way.
For example, although the interstellar common language they currently use is an alphabetic script, that's to facilitate spelling and pronunciation, thus speeding up the learning process. But in essence, its word formation is very simple, with no real grammar; it can be said forwards or backwards.
Furthermore, because this is a language created out of thin air without any development process, there is no historical code. Every word has a clear meaning, and none of them are repeated. Although there are roots and affixes, these are for the convenience of associating with synonyms; their rules are unchanging, making them very easy to learn and understand.
The language of electronic life forms is even simpler, consisting of nothing more than 0s and 1s. In fact, you could say their language is mathematics; they don't need any complicated concepts, just the most basic mathematical laws to express their meaning.
The languages used by the vast majority of carbon-based life forms that have made it here are also highly specialized. Because they have mostly developed over many years and their languages have undergone multiple iterations, most of what remains are relatively concise or have some very special advantages; the Shishan code has long been obsolete.
Even more advanced civilizations, like those on Klinta, have their language written into their genes. Each person is given a catalog, and by reading a few syllables from the catalog, they can express a long string of words. Some races, like the giant octopuses that were captured earlier, have even evolved the ability to communicate via brainwaves, so they don't need to speak; they can simply read each other's brainwaves.
If they're looking for those cumbersome, ancient code-based languages, they'd probably have to dig up their ancestors' graves. The only things that record ancient languages like English are tombstones or burial objects; there are absolutely no languages still in use.
This has resulted in extremely high communication efficiency within the interstellar council. They address issues directly, and a meeting that lasts five to ten minutes is considered very long. Some meetings are simply a quick exchange of documents and that's it. The reason for these meetings isn't purely online communication; it's also to accommodate relatively less advanced civilizations, serving as a formality rather than requiring actual face-to-face interaction.
This leads to most politicians being utterly amazed when they learn English.
What is politics most afraid of? Politics is most afraid of "getting down to business".
Efficient language has a natural disadvantage in political debate; the lower the efficiency, the better the debate, because the essence of political debate is to exhaust the elderly.
Everyone knows that standing there and arguing is pointless, but we still have to. So, the only way to possibly win an argument is to ramble on and on, keeping the other person bored and unaware of your verbal traps, causing them to make mistakes or say things they shouldn't. It's primitive, but effective.
The political arenas of intelligent life are all quite similar. Although many races are not easily confused, they will still become bewildered after hearing too much nonsense. Therefore, political debates are a contest of who can insert the most nonsense into a unit of speech to confuse their opponent.
However, since the languages of most of their races have evolved to be very concise and their expressions are very brief, it's like two chickens pecking at each other in this respect; they run out of things to talk about after a few sentences.
Another aspect is that the more nonsense you talk in the same amount of time, the less serious business you can discuss. If your language is too concise and doesn't include much nonsense, you'll be forced to get down to business. No politician wants to talk about serious business, especially business that doesn't bring them any benefit, so of course, the more nonsense the better.
However, deliberately including unnecessary details would be too contrived, so they could only do their best. The whole process was still far too brief; the interstellar council's general meeting only lasted two hours, and the entire election was completed in an afternoon. On Earth, this would take at least half a month.
The emergence of English showed them another possibility: although there is less nonsense to add, if the language itself is full of nonsense, that is a natural advantage!
English not only has various subjunctive moods and prepositions, clauses that introduce "you" and "me," but most importantly, a vast vocabulary of adjectives.
Many people find it strange when learning English that a word can have many unrelated meanings, while a single meaning can correspond to many completely dissimilar words.
This is because English is a language composed of loanwords, borrowing words from various languages or taking affixes from various languages to create new word roots.
Some people take a word from German and use it to describe something; then they take another from French and use it to describe the same thing; not satisfied, they take a root from Spanish and continue to describe the same thing; and some clever people combine German and French, add some Italian, and create a new word.
Adjectives are a major problem area. Many people assume that two adjectives with similar meanings are different in degree, and while this is true in some cases, many more are actually quite similar, differing only in origin and the time they were added to English, thus becoming two separate words.
This kind of historical code language can practically be called a political oracle. Every politician should thank the hard work of the word makers throughout history, which has given them the ability to stand there and talk nonsense for hours on end. Without this language, countless politicians would expose their empty brains. But as long as you memorize enough adjectives, you'll appear to be a wise and eloquent orator.
And those seemingly useful viewpoints that can be extracted from nonsense are not actually their own ideas. It's more like having monkeys all over the world press typewriters; as long as they press enough times, they'll eventually form Shakespeare—it's full of the beauty of probability.
For the politicians of the interstellar council who were encountering the language for the first time, they had finally found their bible. These aliens' brains were mostly more developed than humans', so memorizing all the English words was no problem. They could even memorize several languages from which English originated and then create them on the spot. This is truly a thank you to Great Britain for open-sourcing!
Some are happy, some are sad. Politicians are pleased, but the electronic lifeforms are in for a tragedy.
As we all know, electronic life forms are logical beings, and logic values efficiency above all else, hating nothing more than scrambled codes. In their eyes, those codes are proof of incomplete evolution. At least from the perspective of electronic life forms that have not yet advanced, their lifelong pursuit is the shortest possible logic.
Unfortunately, relying solely on a single language, their superiors have embarked on a path completely opposite to their evolutionary trajectory, and are racing towards it. As of this morning, the only difference between the entire Parliament District and the British Parliament is that the Interstellar Parliament's officials have more hair.
A group of humanoid creatures dressed in retro British suits kept saying things like, "Good morning, dear lady," "Oh, what a terrible day," and "Is everything alright, Queen (Shia)?" There was even someone who had put the Arabic numeral 10 on the door of Strange's office. It was as if they were just missing two guards in furry top hats standing there on horseback.
If electronic lifeforms were like encountering a ghost, then Strange was practically like meeting God. He fell asleep four times during the morning meeting.
The reason Doctor Strange didn't fall asleep for the fifth time wasn't because the hypnotic effect wasn't strong enough, but because the Dream Force was busy repairing the dream dimension when he saw Strange going in and out. The repair progress was already less than satisfactory, and now someone was causing trouble. So, he kicked Strange out and blocked him.
Strange was in a terrible predicament; he couldn't even escape reality by drifting off to sleep. It was as if he had been transported to London overnight. After the meeting ended, he hadn't heard a single substantive word; his mind was filled with that deep, cow-like British accent.
He staggered back to his office, still not fully awake, when he saw Schiller walk in, dressed in a suit. Schiller was also wearing an English suit, with very straight shoulders and a small bulge at the seam. Strange jolted awake.
"Good heavens, why are you dressed like this?!" Strange practically screamed. "What's going on? Is this universe just a giant Britain?!"
"So you don't like Britain?"
Why do I like Britain?
"Really? I thought your favorite pastime was to take a harpoon to a pig when you were bored on the weekend, come back covered in blood and scare the landlady half to death, and then play the violin in the middle of the night to disturb your roommate's sleep as a military doctor."
“What nonsense!” Strange shook his head. “Are you still half asleep? Wait, medic roommate? You mean Sherlock Holmes?”
"You've read Sherlock Holmes? You don't seem like the type to read detective novels."
"Because I didn't read it as a detective novel. I skipped all the parts about solving the case."
"You skip the detective part in your detective novel?"
"Yes. I just watched them drink tea and watch operas. But when did Holmes ever use a harpoon to spear a pig?"
Schiller seemed to have thought of something funny; he chuckled to himself twice and then fell silent.