The inside of the CORE was never as crowded as now. Not only the whole rescue team was present but there were also a few transparent containers that were recently transported in. Secny Inverse turned her eyes from side to side, like a child taking her first tour in a museum, “Wow, the CORE sure is an amazing place.”

“Shhh!” Casio dragged Secny back before she ran off to take pictures in the CORE, and pointed at Phurder Puler who was talking with Cotanian and Bino Distry “They are almost ready.”

Phurder noticed Casio and broke off his conversation, “Sorry, they still need a bit of time to set up the carriers.”

“See?!” Secny shook off Casio annoyedly, “I still have plenty of time to look around.”

“Dr Secny,” Zeta stopped Secny from wondering off again, “do you want to know more about how Dr Tann created the simulation?”

“Really?!” Secny’s attention was quickly dragged away from the CORE, “Now I remember, you said you worked with her on society models.”

“Very true,” replied Zeta, “to be honest, I only gave her suggestions instead of taking things into my own hands…”

“Well,” Secny wasn’t a patient person at all, “what exactly do you suggest her?”

“Let me ask you,” Zeta looked at Secny as well as Casio who was also listening closely, “what do you think that creates your personality?”

“I suppose on a biological level, it is the hormone concentrations or glands activity,” said Secny, “but, I suppose societal values and experiences may also affect considerably.” Casio nodded in agreement.

“Yes,” replied Zeta, “the problem is that, in a realistic society, there should be all sorts of personalities, am I right?”

“Yes, you are,” said Casio who grabbed a chair for Dr Zeta to seat down.

“Thank you,” Dr Zeta looked up at army medic, “So Dr Tann’s problem is that: it is impossible to create all the personalities in existence, and of course, when the simulation starts, what should be the different portions of personalities?”

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“What do you mean portions?”

Dr Zeta produced a virtual display of a coloured circle using his watch, “For example, some personalities tend to affect other personalities, like the red coloured regions. As you said before, a person’s personality may be altered by outside values, thus, if I allow the colours to mix for a bit…” The red region started to spread.

“That’s what I call a Radical Society,” Zeta said as red had conquered the display, “however the ‘radical’ here doesn’t just include ‘the radical personality’ it may be any dominant forms of personality.”

“I have a question,” Secny asked, “but isn’t Radical Society realistic too? I mean we have had the Great Revolution, the Lowly Period in the past, then why do Dr Tann what to avoid modelling such a society?”

“You are correct,” Zeta agreed, but carried on his point, “but like lab Petri dishes, they simply cannot have all the simulation societies turn into a Radical Society instantly, the societies must be maintained at a stable form for each experiment.”

“That’s much annoying then,” Secny said, “do that also mean each simulation world will also have an expiration day?”

“You are very smart,” Zeta complimented, “that trouble Dr Tann and her team a lot as they don’t know how to create a world that can maintain mental stability for long periods. That is when they called upon me…”

“What was your suggestion, sir?” Casio asked eagerly.

“Basically,” Zeta displayed a new pie chart that showed each type of personality as a percentage, “From my sample in our real world, I had some data to indicate a portion of each personality. However, more importantly, each personality can be broken down into even smaller ‘sub-personalities’ and I gave my findings to Dr Tann.”

“and what was the result?”

“She created a bot creation system where,” Zeta switched off his display, “each sub-personality was given a certain probability. So, whenever a new bot is to be created, it will have random sub-personalities generated by an algorithm. Also, the system will constantly check the general trend of personalities in the simulation world so that the probability of generating each sub-personality can be altered to produce new bots with personalities that can balance out the trend.”

“Sounds very intelligent,” claimed Casio, “but won’t that …”

“You do know that the simulation is still under development, right?” Secny snapped, “That’s why we are here trying to save Dr Tann.”

On the other side of the CORE, Phurder and the rest of the CREATORS gathered together to discuss the final plans of the mission, “Cotanian, talk me through the whole login process again.”

Annoyedly, Cotanian read off her digital notepad again, “Fine, try to remember this time, first, since there is only one functioning log in ‘mirror’ each of you will go by the other of you, Secney, Casio, Zeta and finally Inqua. So after you log in, and we can establish communication with you in the simulation, we’ll move your actual body into one of those modified hibernation cells, and then the next person can log in.”

“Great,” replied Phurder and turned to Bino Distry, “Do we currently have a rough idea of where exactly is Tann?”

“Not really,” replied Bino, “we lost all traces of her since last night, and there were a few glitches…”

“What do you mean glitches,” Cine spoke up suddenly.

“Well,” Bino showed a few screenshots, “as you can see, at midnight, she is at that location, but thirty minutes after, there is a new position indicator that had the same configuration as Tann appeared at a spot nearly half a planet away. Guess what, another hour later, both spots disappeared entirely.”

“Is that a problem with the map?” Cine gazed at Bino’s screenshots, “I thought we fixed it last December.”

“Who knows,” Cotanian argued, “we don’t have time for this.”

“Wait,” Phurder said with concern, “if we don’t know where she is, then how do we know where to log in?”

“Use your brain,” Cotanian turned a blind eye at Phurder, “First, you can always use the teleportation function to travel great distances, or maybe, you can just set up ‘beacons’ so she’ll know you guys have arrived?!”

“That sounds reasonable,” Bino agreed, “in that case, should we start the login?”