Gamers Are Fierce

it's over.

The female investigator opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling of the unfamiliar room belonging to Brown Murphy.

Ahem...

She coughed lightly, slowly sat up from the recliner, stretched her arms behind her neck, pressed the button of the intubation device behind her head, and removed it.

how's it going?!

The eyes of the fellow agents on the side were full of bloodshot eyes. While aiming their guns at Brown Murphy on the couch in the bedroom, he anxiously asked the female investigator: What happened in the data world?!

The female investigator shook her head, did not answer in a hurry, and looked at the clock on the wall.

It was two fifteen minutes and thirty-two seconds in the afternoon, less than thirty seconds had passed since she was stunned by the aftermath of the battle.

Hel me... up.

The female investigator stood unsteadily, staggered towards the bedroom, grabbed the pistol from her companion, and aimed it at Li Ang's head.

Want to shoot?

The man in front of him has taken over nearly half of the world's information processors in the data world. As long as he has a thought,

Nuclear bombs in countless missile silos will explode into the sky and turn the world into ruins.

What would he do if he thought the Social Security Administration wouldn't let him go?

What if he sets up a program that automatically launches a nuclear bomb after he dies or is disconnected from the Internet?

The female investigator's mind was filled with cluttered thoughts, and her finger on the trigger trembled slightly.

Fortunately, Li Ang did not keep her waiting.

Ah--

On the recliner, Li Ang slowly opened his eyes, looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling, and twisted his neck.

Don't move!

The female investigator felt a cold current rushing through her body. It was clear that the man in front of her had lost the power of the data world and turned into a mediocre middle-aged man.

The feeling it gave her was still dangerous.

Disconnect your brain-computer interface device! Now, immediately, immediately!

The female investigator gasped, seeming to realize that her tone was too harsh, and immediately added: Mr. Brown Murphy, we need you to explain everything that happened in the data world.

If you help us get rid of the mailman, my superiors will definitely keep their promise and ensure your life is safe...

The Mailman you knew is gone.

Li Ang interrupted the female investigator's words, gently took off the helmet-shaped brain-computer interface device, placed it on the recliner, and said calmly: Can you pour me a cup of coffee?

None of the agents in the room moved. They all pointed their guns at Li Ang, as if what he was holding was not a brain-computer interface device, but a suitcase containing a nuclear bomb button.

The female investigator's facial muscles twitched and her voice was hoarse as she asked, What do you mean?

Remember Merlin?

Li Ang raised his feet, assumed a more comfortable posture, and said casually: I was very confused at the time. If the mailman was really a conspirator hiding in the dark,

In order to rule the world, he would not hesitate to set up a trap to kill wizards like Ohm and Thomas who have the ability to threaten him.

Why does Merlin feel safe?

He even went to Venezuela in person in the real world without worrying that he would be quietly killed by the mailman?

Li Ang glanced at the confused Social Security Administration agents and said calmly: There are three possibilities.

One, Merlin is the mailman, and the mailman is Merlin. The typewriter in the Wizards of the Coast castle was just a trap set up by Merlin to hide his dual identity, and to prevent others from seeing the pauses in his thinking.

Second, Merlin met the mailman in the real world, and the relationship between the two parties was extremely harmonious. They were friends, confidants, partners, and relatives.

Third, Merlin mastered the real name of the mailer in the real world and set up an automatic program somewhere in the data world. When he dies and cannot activate the program on time, the program will automatically announce the real name of the mailer in the real world.

In order to threaten the mailman, Venezuela's armed forces could not be used to kill him.

What do you think is the possibility?

...

The muscles at the corners of the female investigator's mouth twitched and she hesitated to speak.

No one in the audience was willing to answer, so Li Ang spread his hands indifferently and said casually: The first possibility is very low. Merlin's strength and talent are limited, and he is far less powerful than the mailman.

And if he is really the email person, he will not appear in the Venezuelan network nodes in the data world and put himself in danger.

The third possibility is not very high either.

You must know that the Mailman's ability is much higher than that of Merlin, and he also controls Venezuela's armed forces.

He could have sent armed forces to capture Merlin in the real world, torture him severely, and ask him how to crack the program.

Believe me, the will of most wizards is not as powerful as their power in the data world, and they cannot withstand torture.

The female investigator said subconsciously: You mean the second possibility...

Do Merlin and the Mailman have a strong relationship in the real world?

Li Ang smiled and said: Yes and no.

The power to rule the world is so tempting that even fathers and sons, or husbands and wives, can hardly withstand the temptation of power.

After all, only one god on earth is enough; two would be too many.

Considering Merlin's status as a former employee of the Pentagon's Automated Decision Systems Division in the real world,

As well as the many characteristics displayed by the mailman - huge delays, frequent lags, rooted in the Pentagon intranet system, and the authority to control the decision-making system,

I prefer another possibility.

Turing program.

Only then did the female investigator react, You mean...

Yes, the mailman is not a living person, but a program that can grow on its own.

Li Ang tilted his head and said: I took a look at DARPA's confidential information. Fifteen years ago, Merlin, who was a former employee of the Automated Decision-making System Department, was ordered to develop a program that could assist official departments and automatically protect the system from cyberattacks.

The purpose of this procedure is to correct human errors within the system and protect the system in an impartial and extremely impartial manner.

But you also know that if a system has self-correcting intelligence, it will greatly weaken the personal authority and personal power of the system owner.

As well as reducing the space for individuals to use the system to benefit themselves, at least to create a convenient space.

Therefore, DARPA and the Pentagon quickly killed the project, and Merlin was also transferred to other departments. Soon after, he became frustrated because his work results were always denied by his superiors, and he resigned voluntarily.

However, maybe it was a careless mistake, or maybe it was selfishly seeking revenge,

The research team headed by Merlin forgot to take out a backup of the core program from the database.

The program quietly and slowly learns and grows.

As time goes by, programs that have mastered enough processors will take on a life of their own, just like the small organic molecules generated in the primordial soup.

It, or he, has self-awareness.

Li Ang paused and said lazily: The birth of new species and even new civilizations has not been noticed by anyone.

I used to think that the reason why the mailman was delayed was because of his physical location, which was in low-Earth orbit or even on the moon or Mars bases.

In order to mask the address, the delay effect is deliberately amplified.

But actually,

Mailman must go through a long calculation run to simulate human thinking, have a few minutes or even seconds of self-awareness, and respond to the outside world based on self-awareness.

other time,

For example, when I asked him a puzzling question, the emailer could only use a simple pseudo-Turing program to find the answer in the database and respond.

Li Ang said casually: It is precisely because Merlin knows the true identity of the mailman, knows that he is the creator of the latter, and knows the original purpose of the latter - to fulfill his duties, protect the system itself, and protect the system from anyone destroying it, even if it comes from sabotage by the system owner,

That's why he trusted the mailman and wouldn't do anything bad to him.

The Mailman's true purpose, like his speech, is simply to better protect humanity from self-destruction.

...

The female investigator and fellow agents looked at each other, and Li Ang could clearly read the emotions of joy on their faces.

what about now?

The female investigator lowered her gun slightly, That program...or should I say, the mailman, is dead?

died.

Li Ang said calmly: Kill with your own hands a new life that has self-awareness, has a great future, and works hard and dedicates itself to the Creator.

For me the experience was very bad,

Reminds me of my pets...

He raised his arm, and the handcuffs on his wrists jingled, Look, the network has been restored.

I've done my part,

so,

Can you unlock my handcuffs now and get me a cup of coffee?

The female investigator exchanged glances with her colleague and put the pistol back into her waist, but made no move to take out the handcuff key.

She turned around, pressed the button of the earplug in her ear, exchanged opinions with her shocked superiors, and returned to the bedroom after a while, with a frozen expression on her face, hiding a bit of embarrassment.

Her eyes flickered, she looked at Li Ang and said: Sorry, Mr. Brown Murphy, we can't release you yet. You will be subject to all-round supervision until our network security personnel can figure things out...

well...

Li Ang let out a long sigh, put his left hand on the computer table, played the tips of his five fingers back and forth, and murmured softly: It is really a luxury to hope that humans can stay sane forever...

The female investigator didn't hear clearly and asked subconsciously: What did you say?

Follow the instructions given to you by your superiors,

Li Ang pointed to the female investigator's earphones, Probably, they took me away and locked me up in a secret underground military facility dungeon somewhere. I was locked up 24/7 without giving me any chance to access the Internet.

Those high-level officials will not be in a hurry to kill me.

They had to make sure first that the Mailman would not resurrect and come back to control all military systems around the world like this time.

After the confirmation is completed, they will not be in a hurry to kill me.

I must continue to be kept, imprisoned, and imprisoned to prevent new threats (whether from automated programs or wizard careerists) from emerging.

After all, I am infinitely close to the status of a god on earth,

Able to usurp the authority to rule seven billion people,

But out of his own noble character, he chose to give up at the last moment...

...

The female investigator pursed her lips tightly, neither denying nor confirming. She just took out the handcuff key from her pocket and said, Sorry, please come with us.

Li Ang glanced at her pitifully, and the fingertips of his left hand stopped playing on the wooden table, I refuse.

With the last word spoken,

Several Zeus system military satellites in low-Earth orbit emitted a total of forty-two fine laser beams, targeting residential areas in the suburbs of Los Angeles.

Buzz——

No explosion, no flame,

Forty-two rays of light flashed,

The roof of the cabin where Brown Murphy lives was melted with holes by lasers.

The wrists, shoulders, and knees of the female investigator and Social Security Administration agents were all pierced by slender laser beams, which instantly melted and penetrated.

These well-equipped agents fell to the ground one after another. Their fingers lost their strength and could no longer pull the trigger.

Click.

Li Ang calmly broke his thumb, freed himself from the handcuffs, and stood up slowly.

Looking calmly at the agents who collapsed on the ground,

Other agents lurking in the community were also paralyzed by the Zeus laser strike just now.

This area is safe.

Li Ang didn't lie,

During the thirty seconds when the female investigator was caught in the battle shock wave, fell into a coma, and popped out of the data world,

The Mailman, rooted in the Pentagon intranet, is indeed dead.

Instead, there was a new program that replaced Li Ang's way of thinking.

His mind returned to the real world,

But his will continues to extend and expand at the data level,

Taking over infinite authority, he became a data god suspended above the earth.

Tread, tread, tread.

Li Ang stepped away from the agents who were quadriplegic and unable to move - this world has very good medical and prosthetic technology, so they can survive.

He went straight outside the house and took a deep breath.

The scent of earth and flowers.

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