Glitch utopia

"Where is this?" Looking at the bizarre things in front of him, Sun Jieke was really confused.

"This is the poet's internal network. Where is the data flow? Where is the computing power node? Have I been discovered? Is this the sandbox he uses to install me?"

Sun Jieke began to walk forward while checking with a nervous mood.

He didn't know where this was, but what he was looking for was definitely not here. There was no poet's cognition that he needed to assimilate. This was just a simple painting.

Sun Jieke slowly passed through the oil painting. He didn't go too fast to avoid being detected by the scanning software in his body. He pretended to be a poet who really loved art and strolled leisurely in this masterpiece.

When passing through Van Gogh's "Starry Night", Sun Jie saw Mona Lisa smiling at him, followed by "The Scream", "The Birth of Venus", "The School of Athens", and "The Night Watch".

What kind of scene is the internal network of AI? Sun Jieke had simulated it before he came. Cold logic? Efficient data flow? Various programs that run quickly but cooperate with each other?

He thought of many possibilities, but this one would never happen. The cold interior of the machine was filled with paintings by various artists.

When various highly artistic paintings appeared in front of Sun Jack in the form of data, he couldn't tell whether they were really works of art or just some simple data.

Sun Jack could see the browsing history here. The poet seemed to come here often. He obviously liked these works of art very much and never got tired of them no matter how many times he saw them.

After Sun Jack passed through this painting and found nothing abnormal, he was finally sure that this was not a trap set by the poet. He was just sent to the poet's art collection through the port.

There are many collections like this, which contain all kinds of art. In addition to paintings, there are also various 3D modeling data.

Through simple analysis, Sun Jack sorted out the logic of the poet's doing this. Obviously, as an artist, he couldn't bear to see these out-of-print masterpieces disappear completely, so he collected them in the form of data.

All I can say is that he really likes art, not just poetry and rock, but he has even tried painting in the past. There are some wrong names but no wrong nicknames. It can be seen that he is indeed a cultured person who likes art.

Looking at everything in front of him, and thinking about what he is doing now, all Sun Jack wants to say is: "Damn, cultured people are just hypocritical."

After Sun Jack figured out the situation, he began to speed up and quickly got out of here. He didn't have much time to look at the poet's collection now.

After he came out, the situation finally returned to the picture he imagined. The poet's entire internal network was like an intricate digital maze, full of endless data flows and complex algorithm paths, like a giant city appeared in front of him.

At this moment, Sun Jack seemed to be in a three-dimensional space interwoven by light and shadow. They flashed different colors, representing various types of information, from simple numbers and texts to complex images, audio and even multi-dimensional sensor data.

These data streams flow like rivers on the virtual "streets", sometimes converging into wide rivers, sometimes dispersing into streams, shuttling between the "cities" formed by this algorithm node, and the place full of artworks that Sun Jack walked out of before was just one of the doors of this city.

"Is this the poet's overall operating system? How far has he evolved in so much time?" Sun Jack looked at the shocking scene in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

However, a new round of scanning began again, and this round of scanning was more careful. Although it passed, it made Sun Jack nervous.

"No, I can't delay any longer. I must act as soon as possible before the poet notices it."

Sun Jack began to move. Everything that was digitized, browsing was copying. He began to disguise himself through camouflage software and began to look for his target.

Sun Jack moved quickly in the algorithm nodes between cities. He knew that this was the poet's brain neurons. They were not just static processors, but could dynamically adjust and self-optimize.

Each node is responsible for specific data processing or decision-making tasks, and they are connected to each other through high-speed, low-latency virtual links, forming a large and efficient neural network.

By analyzing the data between each node, Sun Jack quickly understood the external situation, and all the strategic intelligence collected by the poet was presented in front of him.

"Damn, have more than 30 cities been destroyed? The population has also died of nearly 100 million!"

This made him feel worse at the moment, but if he wanted to keep others alive, he had to complete his goal.

"The poet also has troops on the moon ring? After finishing the work, it is best to find a way to pass this news on when there is a party."

Various information quickly passed in front of him, and Sun Jack saw a detection screen, which immediately made his heart tremble. That's AA!

A group of AA are building something day and night. Just when Sun Jack thought that AA was building a nuclear bomb again, the data detection program of the poet next to him had quickly given the answer.

(Cobalt salt hydrogen bomb, a doomsday weapon, places cobalt (59Co) around the explosives in the nuclear bomb. When the nuclear bomb explodes in the stratosphere, the neutrons produced in the nuclear reaction will convert cobalt 59 into the radioactive isotope cobalt 60, which is used as dust. The form returns to the earth, polluting the ground. When cobalt 60 decays into nickel 60, it will also emit gamma rays of 1.17-1.33 MeV. Its half-life is 5.27 years, allowing cobalt 60 to have sufficient time to spread and maintain sufficient radiation intensity. As long as the amount is sufficient, it can completely destroy the entire world. Earth.)

"Oh my god, what are AA doing secretly behind my back?"

At this moment, AA wearing an exoskeleton in the picture turned to look at his other selves and said loudly: "Everyone! The boss said it! He needs the most powerful weapon! A weapon that can destroy the whole world, we We must continue to increase our power!”

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"This is a task given to us by the boss! We can't help much with other matters, but in this matter, we can't embarrass the Utopia Logistics Department!!"

Upon hearing this, the other AAs immediately responded with high spirits and began to work hard overtime.

Sun Jack discovered that based on the data detected by the poet, it was obvious that the cobalt bombs had been completed and were starting to roll off the production line. At this moment, AA was experimenting with other iso-digits in an attempt to maximize the radiation half-life to ensure the completion of its own The task was overfulfilled.

He had previously given AA the task of creating a world-destroying weapon, but he really underestimated his subordinates. He didn't expect that the other party actually made it! What was even more unexpected was that the poet actually detected it directly!

At this moment, Jack Sun was very nervous. What he was nervous about was not AA's plan, but what he was nervous about was the anomaly in the data here.

He could see the data streams beginning to converge at nearby algorithm nodes, as if a lively debate was taking place to ultimately select the optimal solution.

"We are following the same old path again. The crooked wood of human nature will never create anything straight. The danger level of AA clones is increased to A-, and the cleanup begins."

"No, the poet is going to attack AA!"