imperfections

"When it is really impossible to judge the enemy's target, our principle is to prepare according to the most unfavorable situation for us," Lin Jingheng picked up the slipped coat, "When the chip man of the Freedom Legion wanted to sneak into the heart of the rose, he said The instinct of unauthorized artificial intelligence is to expand, if he is not alarmist, AI Woolf really wants to enter the eighth galaxy, what method will he use?"

Lu Bixing sat on the carpet in the bedroom, put Ringer's precious notebook on his lap, looked at the portrait one by one, and answered him casually: "Super artificial intelligence has a host computer and can use the Internet, including the interstellar remote network, machine He may try to use the network to hack into any system."

Lin Jingheng: "But the heart of the rose is an electronic vacuum, there is no transition point inside, and we have always been very careful when in direct contact with the other party. As long as Bai Yinsan is not an idiot, it is very unlikely that Woolf and the others can invade the communication system of the coalition forces. If it were you, what would you do?"

"You want me to play the role of artificial intelligence?" Lu Bixing glanced at him, then swayed from left to right on the carpet and smiled at him, "This... isn't this role-playing a bit too pornographic, I feel a little shy .”

Lin Jingheng: "..."

Lu Bixing lowered his head again. He had been looking at Woolf's painting just now. For some reason, there was something in the brush strokes of that portrait that touched him after many years. Only then did he exhale the depression stuck in his chest.

At this time, he restrained his hippie smile, and he pondered for a moment: "If it were me, I might choose to start with the chip man of the Freedom Legion."

Heart of Rose, Thomas Young, who was sent to reinforce the wormhole, was not surprised after hearing the guard's report.

"Understood, it's not normal if there is no sign of intrusion at all. Isolate and deal with it... Oh, yes, don't rush to clean it up now," Thomas Yang stretched his waist, "Let the housekeeper, Grandma Poisson, send a few people over. Let's set up a team to analyze its invasion path as soon as possible, and report it to Baiyinyi and the commander respectively. In case we have another battle with Woolf in the future, the more comprehensive the preparations, the better."

"The Freedom Legion was chased by Woolf's artificial intelligence and ran around in the first galaxy, and inevitably used the jump point. Judging from the battle situation at that time, the entire jump point network should be under Woolf's control. "Lu Bixing said, "When the Freedom Corps fled in a hurry, there would be many 'exposures' on the mechs. So the mechas we captured are likely to carry viruses."

Lin Jingheng shook her head: "Silver III's Thomas and Poisson are both in Heart of Rose now, it's impossible for the two of them to handle this matter well."

"In addition to the mecha, there are people," Lu Bixing thought for a while, and then said, "The personal terminal and other electronic items of the captured chipman may have interacted with the mecha he is in. If the mecha is captured by Woolf Intrusion, the electronic equipment on the person is likely not immune."

The captured Freedom Corps chip people have not entered the eighth galaxy for the time being, but still stay in the Heart of Rose, where they will also remove the chip and be tried.

Poisson Yang personally supervised the situation of the captives. After listening to the request of Thomas Young, Poisson Yang nodded: "The sixth and seventh technical groups have passed. The complete video record of the Legion command ship being shot down, no ecological cabin left behind, and no life response in the on-site detection, let my grandson Thomas report to the Galactic City command center. Oh, yes, and the electrons we found from the captives here Send the equipment together and let him deal with it in a unified way. The prisoners of war are sent to the isolation room."

"Yes," said the guard, "sir, how long is the quarantine?"

"Isolated to confirm that there is nothing superfluous on him other than human flesh," Poisson Yang said slowly, "accurate to the nanometer level."

"The first thing to do when catching a prisoner of war is to remove his personal terminal and search for all suspicious items on him, including metals, sharp objects, and electronic products," Lin Jingheng said. Operation, once removed from the human body, it is a piece of waste, and other items will be treated in isolation like the mech, what else?"

"They are all-pervasive, and you have every detail." Lu Bixing sighed, and thought for a while, "Okay, then only the biochip can do a little trick."

Lin Jingheng: "I think that in the field of biochips, our side has an advantage."

"Yes, Woolf even took the chip jamming technology from me." Lu Bixing said, "But don't you want to consider the worst case? The worst case is that Woolf has actually passed some kind of method, to have some research on chips—it’s not impossible, you think, Dr. Harden was imprisoned in the space prison early, and the research team of the Freedom Corps was excluded, and I was trying to restore Dr. Gordon’s conception of the chip, It's not the same way of thinking with them. The ones who have fought the most with chip people over the years are the Silver Ten Guards and the Union Army. Woolf may know more about chip people than we think. He asked me for chip interference technology, maybe It’s just a cover to make us think that he has nothing to do with biochips and is negligent.”

Lin Jingheng's eyes sank: "On the one hand, it made us aware that there were traces of artificial intelligence intrusion on the captured mechs and chip people, and led Baiyinsan to investigate, making Baiyinsan think that he had deconstructed their intrusion path and method, and then slammed around, Unknowingly using Chip Man's biochip to infiltrate our network."

heart of roses.

Lin Jingshu was dead, Wulf temporarily retreated, and the entire human coalition army breathed a sigh of relief, but the atmosphere in Bai Yinsan was still tense.

Thomas Yang: "After receiving the order from the command center, those who stripped off the chips will also be quarantined. I'm afraid of those biochips."

Posson Yang: "You have been hiding behind Turan, and you haven't even touched the edge of the battlefield. You're afraid of farts, so don't pretend."

"Fears come from imagination," Thomas Yang said eloquently, "The people who watch ghost movies are more yelling than real ghosts..."

Just as he was talking about this, he saw a row of cleaning robots walking over with corpses on their shoulders—of course, those that were wiped out by the missiles had no corpses, and most of the corpses left were fished out from captive mechs. Some were killed when the protective gas was not wrapped in the protective gas when the gravity balancer of the mecha was out of control. Some died from the leakage of poisonous gas on the mecha, and some died from the air loss and air pressure change caused by the damage of the mecha. .

There were many faces of death, some of them were quite ferocious, and a corpse with a blue face and long fangs happened to meet Thomas Yang's eyes.

Thomas Yang hurriedly took a step back on tiptoe: "You can't talk about people during the day, and you can't talk about ghosts at night, bah bah bah."

"Wait," Posson Yang called to stop the robot corpse transport team, "Has the corpse been inspected? Before disposing of it, go to security again."

The robotic corpse transport team dutifully went through another security check in front of him, and the chip people rested obediently, with no intention of cheating on the corpse, so Posson Yang waved them away.

However, as a human being, there are a hundred secrets and one sparse.

The robot corpse transport team sent the clean corpses to a special mortuary, where the corpses will be identified and registered for processing.

The way to identify the corpse of a prisoner of war is to scan the personal terminal on the wrist. The personal terminal uses the energy of the human body itself. Once a person dies, he will also "die", so it is processed together with the corpse, and there is no need to unload it.

The little robot turned on the "buzzing" scanner, neatly lined up on both sides, and sent the chipman's body to the big belly processor after scanning, where they will finally return to ashes and ashes.Identity information jumped out of the scanner screen one after another. These scary chip people turned out to be ordinary people from the seven galaxies, including researchers, repairmen, stage actors, receptionists in tourist areas... men, women, young and old, all kinds of people , but later they all turned into "worms" with uniform faces, blindly and fanatically surrounding their frenzied queen ants.

If there was a sentimental person here, he would probably sigh, but the little robots were completely unmoved.

At this moment, a corpse that was about to slide into the scanner suddenly trembled, mixed with the natural vibration of the conveyor belt, and the little robots didn't notice it.

The biochip that should have been inactivated suddenly released a little microcurrent, the corpse twitched a few times under the stimulation of the microcurrent, suddenly opened its cloudy eyes, and activated the personal terminal!

The next moment, he was sent into the scanner with his eyes open. The scanner card froze inexplicably, the screen flickered, and suddenly there were garbled characters. "

In three seconds, the scanner returned to normal, and a line of sinister green small characters popped up: fault resolved.

The invisible electronic ghosts are like dandelion seeds, quietly falling on the physical scanner, taking root, and then spreading along the intranet.

"Marshal," on the mecha Ryongyeon, the mecha core of Ryongyon is an image of an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, "The detection of 'Seed 26' has successfully entered the wormhole passage, but I must remind you that the person who entered the wormhole 'Seed' will lose most of its functionality."

Woolf's voice sounded in Mecha Ryuyon: "It's okay, my creator just wanted me to see the eighth galaxy, to visit an old friend of his who settled there. The eighth galaxy is not an enemy, he admits that the eighth galaxy The eight galaxies are legally independent. Let Seed 26 draw me a bird's-eye view of Galaxy City, I like the night view."

Lin Jingheng: "I have asked Bai Yinsan to pay special attention to the biochip."

"Actually, it's not a big problem. In the wormhole channel, due to the uncertainty of the time velocity, it is a natural barrier for both humans and artificial intelligence," Lu Bixing said calmly on his carpet, "Wuer Wulf doesn’t have hardware in the eighth galaxy. Even if Wulf successfully enters our network with remote intrusion, he can’t do anything. Maybe let the Mech Legion go straight in, but I don't think it's a very good time to do this if the artificial intelligence Wulf really intends to do so."

"Well," Lin Jingheng nodded slowly, "The human coalition forces are still in the heart of the rose, and now is almost the time when all human beings are most united and have the strongest combat effectiveness. It is indeed not a good time."

"Even if the human coalition forces can't beat it, if everyone withdraws to the eighth galaxy and closes the natural wormhole area, won't Woolf be trapped in the first galaxy? How can he expand?" Lu Bixing shrugged, "If I were Woolf, I will pack up the first galaxy first, and then send the central army of each galaxy home in a friendly manner. I can also organize a group of interstellar maintenance teams to give them a "ride" and follow the central army back to the second galaxy. The road rebuilds the jump point. In the next ten to 20 years, the central military around the country will help me clean up the mess left by the chipman. I will repair the jump channel that was blown up by the first galaxy. When I repair it, they will almost finish it. I can quickly occupy the transition network of the seven galaxies before everyone reacts."

Lin Jingheng thought about it for a while, and admitted that this made sense. Even if he analyzed the worst situation, there seemed to be no major crisis in front of him. He was tired after lying down for a day, so he planned to stand up and move around, and went downstairs to ask Zhanlu for something to eat .

Lu Bixing closed the notebook on his lap and jumped up to catch up. Suddenly, he stopped and turned to look at the reading chair that Lin Jingheng had just sat on.

Lu Bixing suddenly remembered that during the 16 years when Lin was absent, this chair was also occupied by someone. It was a realistic 3D model, almost identical to a real person except that it had no soul.He seldom went back to the bedroom to sleep at that time, and only when he dreamed back at midnight would he open the door in a trance, turn on a bean-sized lamp, and look at him from a long distance—not daring to get too close , because he was close, his oversensitive ears would hear that the "person" was not breathing or heartbeat, and his sleepwalking would be awakened.

Lu Bixing found Woolf's painting. There was a layer of protective film on the hand-painted painting, which can preserve the picture without fading for a long time. Lu Bixing scanned it with his personal terminal, and the brand and production date of the protective film popped up on his personal terminal—produced in Xinxing Calendar two years.

The second year after Ringer's death.

He froze for a moment, and suddenly realized where the suffocation he was familiar with when he saw the painting just now came from.

Lu Bixing thought, this painting is the same as his 3D puppet.

"What are you dawdling about? Don't you want to eat?" Lin Jingheng waited for a while, but he didn't catch up with him, and knocked on the door impatiently, "Is your leg numb?"

"Oh...here we come." Lu Bixing put the painting and notebook aside and rushed up.

At this moment, Dr. Harden's communication message came in.

"Doctor, good evening."

After this meeting, Dr. Harden finally couldn't help asking Lu Bixing to inquire about Lin Jingshu's whereabouts. After hearing a few words, Lin Jingheng quickly turned around and went downstairs. He just wanted to avoid the word "Lin Jingshu" now.

Lu Bixing had no choice but to carefully tell Dr. Harden the ins and outs of the conspiracy and destruction of the Freedom Corps.

After listening to Dr. Harden, he was stunned for a while, tremblingly cut off the communication and knocked over a teacup.

The nurse who took care of him knocked on the door: "Doctor, are you okay?"

With his back turned to her, Dr. Harden waved at her to ask her to help close the door, then his back slowly bent into a full stop, and he suddenly burst into tears.

The old doctor didn't notice that the monitoring light in his home medical cabin suddenly turned on, and the camera kept "staring" at his painful shadow, like a silent companion.

In the Longyuan Mecha of the first galaxy, a drawing board was automatically generated on the electronic screen, and then, a draft gradually took shape, drawing the back of an old man, the super artificial intelligence sighed in a very human way .

Dr. Harden spent the whole night alone, and he found Lu Bixing again on the second day: "In the last battle, the chipman's mental attack was ineffective against you, can you send me the parameters of that battle? This is very important." Important information that can help us better understand the chip in your body."

In the Longyuan Mecha, the paintbrush on the electronic screen suddenly stopped.

"chip."