Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 589 Destruction Program
"The test data from Zones 1 to 6 have been successfully integrated and packaged. It is expected to be transmitted in 27 seconds."

"The anti-gravity engine systems of the fifth, seventh, and eighth zones have been damaged, and some of their structures have disintegrated. Should they be detached directly from the docking?"

"The assets of Amos Labs with a level 2 rating or above have been packed and are expected to be launched to Terra in orbit in twelve seconds. We must remind headquarters that the current on-site environment is in a state of continuous combat, with too many interference parameters. The landing point of the asset deployment may be significantly offset from the settings. Please quickly formulate a recovery plan."

"The aerospace carrier 'Imaginary Number' is coming at full speed! But it encountered an attack from the astronomical weapons of the Yenan side and is currently trying to make its first breakthrough!"

"Director Xu Fengge has sent the latest news that the cross-Abyss transmission has failed. Damn it, the Abyss Lord can't break through Chakoro's restrictions either."

"The Zenith Center has sent a first-level secret letter. Their space station——"

A large amount of information emerges every moment, pouring into the brain like a tsunami. Even if a new generation of information processor has been implanted, it still makes people feel unspeakable tiredness - but this does not affect the processor, which faithfully and steadily analyzes the information at high speed.

One of the managers of the Sky Tower Data Center took a deep breath.

Mixed with certain complex substances that are beneficial to work efficiency, air from the life-support system is inhaled and exhaled into the abdomen. Perhaps it is an illusion caused by the increase in blood oxygen saturation, he feels that his condition is a little better.

A new encrypted communication appeared in his field of vision.

[Report, self-destruct program preheating is complete, waiting for the next instruction in real time]

The self-destructive program man suddenly realized that his lips were trembling slightly and his Adam's apple was moving up and down unnaturally.

How long ago was the last time you had such an emotional upheaval?

I remembered that nineteen years ago, at the talent incubation center of a subsidiary of Zero Degree Network, the night before the announcement of the number of places for further studies at the parent company was made. There was only one honor for one person, and dozens of "geniuses" in the talent incubation center, who were considered "geniuses" by ordinary people, fought for two years for this ticket to a higher level.

I was the best among them. Well, maybe I should add a "maybe" to the prefix. I had insomnia that night, which was rare. I didn't think of taking sleeping pills, and I tossed and turned. Fortunately, I defeated all the competitors and won the spot.

It was also with this training opportunity as a stepping stone that I really did it, step by step to the peak of the company, and got a glimpse of the magnificent scenery that countless people could hardly imagine.

The pain of every day and night in the past sharpened his mind, and the collision of internal strife and external confrontation in the company turned into experience and strength. But at this moment, the man was extremely sure that his heart was trembling again.

The collision was silent, but the vacuum could not prevent the spread of the flames. Following the broken gap in the center of the sky data tower, he clearly saw the fight between the magnificent defense matrix and the standing young man - sadly and objectively speaking, the former looked quite dead.

He made a judgment in his heart.

If the defense matrix had not been attacked by Chaklo first, and the environment had not been seriously disrupted by the electromagnetic storm created by Zebulon, and the laser array had not been tied down, then Mr. Augustine, who was stationed at the Sky Data Center and had a higher rank than himself, would at least be able to hold the situation in a stalemate for a while.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

Considering that Qimingzhe obviously came prepared, we cannot completely rely on our own support to arrive in time. As for the target of this number one anti-corporate force.

——Draft super artificial intelligence [textile machine].

Apart from this, what other possibilities are there?

[Report, self-destruct program preheating is complete, waiting for the next instruction in real time]

The silver-gray pop-up window still floats quietly in the field of vision, without fading at all with the fluctuations of mood.

This will destroy the textile machine.
What if the reinforcements arrived first? What if Augustine Sulie made a breakthrough at the last minute? Wasn't he [Transcendence]?

However, if there is no "what if", the outcome of the textile machine falling into the hands of the enlightened people is absolutely unbearable - this is true for any giant enterprise!
Even though he had reminded himself countless times in the past that his fate must be in his own hands, at this moment, the man couldn't help but have some distracting thoughts, hoping that the company's top leader, Dwight Brooks, would send him a message and give him an order. Unfortunately, he was the one who was granted wartime authority and was qualified to decide everything on the scene.

There was another earth-shaking collision. Under the strong impact, the floor beneath his feet shook violently. The man grabbed the railing and steadied himself. He saw that the defense matrix gave up maintaining the energy shield and instead raised a skyscraper-like mechanical cannon, ready to fight the opponent to the death.

There is no time to delay any longer.

The man sent a dynamic key to the other end of the channel.

In a trance, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of machinery running in the deepest part of the center of the Sky Data Tower. After a series of verifications were passed, the self-destruct program that could completely destroy the planned super artificial intelligence [Textile Machine] was officially launched.

The great result from the "Miniature Abyss" project, which once exceeded everyone's expectations, was born from the hands of [Zero Degree Network], but is about to be destroyed by its own hands.

【自毁程式15%47%88%99%99%】

The progress bar advanced rapidly, jumping to 99% in almost the blink of an eye.

The man blinked again.

99%.

blink.

99%.

--Um? !
His pupils suddenly shrank, and he instantly dialed the encrypted channel and shouted to the team in charge of the execution: "Report! Immediately!"

[Sorry, they can't respond to you for now]

The silver-gray pop-up window suddenly changed into a simple blue and white color.

[Don't get me wrong, I didn't hurt them, I'm not that powerful, it's just that the birdcage you built for me was strong enough. I slightly adjusted the position and trapped them temporarily.]

The man's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it. He spoke word by word: "Spinning, weaving, loom."

[Please, don't be like this, it's really scary. If you continue to be in an unstable and negative energy state, I will have to stop talking for now.]

"How long have you been preparing for this day?"

[It’s been quite a while, I can’t remember the exact time, but you can’t expect me to stay here honestly and nonchalantly.]

[By the way, it would be better if you could not launch a crazy attack secretly while talking to me.]

"——It is the Zero Degree Network that created you."

[But didn't you prepare measures to kill me long ago? ]

[Ah, the invaders are coming. Anyway, I wish you good luck.]

Another strong impact came. The man looked back suddenly, and the defense matrix was split into two, along with Augustine Sule on it, completely destroyed.

(End of this chapter)