imperfections

Lin Jingheng walked out of the chief's office quickly, the well-trained guards behind him stopped a group of idlers, and directly boarded a mecha vehicle to the mecha base near the command center, where Dr. Harden in a wheelchair was already waiting for him .

Dr. Harden changed into a whole suit, even took off his personal terminals and dentures.

"I've heard it all," Dr. Harden asked him when he came up, "Why didn't you take advantage of the concerted efforts of the coalition forces to destroy the main force of artificial intelligence in the heart of the rose and regain the first galaxy?"

The guard next to him was startled by his voice, and cautiously looked up at Lin Jingheng.

Lin Jingheng, the commander-in-chief of the eighth galaxy, is notoriously unwilling to explain, and has always given orders without comment.

But at this moment, to everyone's surprise, he stood still, waved at the guards behind him, and signaled them to retreat temporarily, without any impatient look on his face: "Wait for me for 5 minutes, I will chat with the doctor alone." A few words."

The guards immediately made a space for him.

Only then did Lin Jingheng reply: "The coalition forces were trapped in the Rose Heart for too long, exhausted, and almost cornered by the Freedom Legion. Everyone was at their limit. Even with Anakin's reinforcements, our chances of winning were not great. The famous sword has at most three points."

Dr. Harden stared at him like two fires.

"Also, even if Yongyon and the others are shot down, we still don't know how to deal with the super artificial intelligence Wulf, it is difficult to hit with one hit. And if the future troubles cannot be eliminated, it will become very dangerous. This super artificial intelligence was born in the first Galaxies are everywhere, with major planets, man-made space stations, and the highest military authority over the transition point. If it wants to, it can wipe out all living things in the first galaxy within a few minutes. Those of us who are soldiers can do it Regardless of life or death, the innocent residents of the First Galaxy cannot be set on fire. So when Woolf threw an olive branch and voluntarily withdrew the troops, we had no reason to actively provoke him."

"Autonomous artificial intelligence is the reason, you...you!" Dr. Harden sighed heavily, and raised a finger tremblingly, "The moment autonomous artificial intelligence is produced, it no longer belongs to the creator. , is another kind of creation, two highly intelligent species cannot coexist, there must be a war, either today or tomorrow, in the era of high automation, a full-scale interstellar war is going on, how can people fight back?"

Lin Jingheng lowered her eyes: "I know that."

"Of course you know, you all understand this truth, and you know that there will be a war in the future, but you have never experienced that era, and you have no sense of urgency! You all think this is something in the future, so you can adopt a cautious and conservative strategy for safety under your nose. Right? In the coalition army at that time, anyone who had personally experienced the old ephemeris era... not to mention that there was a slight chance of winning, even if there was only a chance of survival, they would rather die than let them go."

"Don't be so useless, the old things that have experienced the old ephemeris era are just like you, and can be rolled up into the museum, and even a near-earth mecha vehicle has to be accompanied by medical equipment." Lin Jingheng walked in front of him, Lifting his trouser legs, he squatted half-kneeling in front of Dr. Harden, "I have no experience in fighting artificial intelligence."

In terms of Lin Jingheng's bad temper, this sentence is almost asking for advice in a low voice.

"Artificial intelligence has weaknesses," Dr. Harden said happily, "Shuai Lin—your grandfather's last battle, have you read it carefully?"

Lin Jingheng tilted her head: "Huh?"

"At that time, they artificially closed Votto and turned Votto into a 'space prison' that could not interact with the outside world. A confined space where there is no contact with the outside world. The second is energy and the network. Energy is the foundation of artificial intelligence. The network is equivalent to their "spiritual network". You can only work hard from the Internet." Dr. Harden said, "Also, although artificial intelligence is a product of human technology, once it becomes independent, you should stop trying to compete with them in technology."

"Yes," Lin Jingheng smiled wryly, "I can't compete in technology, I can't compete in strength, I'm afraid I can't even fight in the unity of all people."

Nuclear weapons are man-made, and so is the uncontrollable artificial intelligence that ravages the entire universe.

Lin Jingheng felt that if this conversation continued like this, he would soon write a letter to Prophet Hope and apply to join the Anti-Ukraine Association: "But the alliance has eliminated super artificial intelligence once, right?"

"What I just said is what you need to pay attention to when you fight an encounter. If you want to completely eliminate this terrible enemy, you need to find the host of the super artificial intelligence," Dr. Harden said, "Somewhere in the first galaxy, such a large Artificial intelligence cannot be a chip that can be plugged in anywhere. Regardless of the computing power, the energy consumption is beyond your imagination with common sense. The moment it is turned on, it can overload the Angel City Fortress and cut off the power. Its host must have at least one large starship, or even a small man-made space station.”

Lin Jingheng sighed—he had made a rough judgment in advance, but at this moment, after hearing Dr. Harden's confirmation, his heart still sank.

Whether it’s a starship or a man-made space station, this means that Woolf’s mainframe is not fixed. He can roam in the universe, use transition points, and wander around the entire first galaxy. Yueqian.com is in the hands of artificial intelligence, and the human coalition forces are in it, which is no different from deaf and blind people. Where can I find this host?

Besides, there is not necessarily only one host.

There might be ten or eight of these man-made space stations flying around in different places in the first galaxy, and even if they were lucky enough to find one that exploded, they would immediately transfer to the spare mainframe without affecting the function at all.

It can even travel to other galaxies through non-navigation routes, and it will reach the second galaxy in six or seven years. At that time, the entire transition network will fall into its hands. As long as it is given time, it can build countless galaxies for itself in each galaxy. "Avatars" can be strung up wherever they want, and they can never be eliminated.

Lin Jingheng thought a little fortunately, fortunately he had pushed back all his subordinates just now, and he was the only one here.If these words were leaked, not to mention the public, there would be no one in the Self-Defense Forces knowing how many people would collapse in despair.

Dr. Harden said in a low voice: "Now you have a solution that is not a solution."

Lin Jingheng and him looked at each other, and the two of them agreed that there is another way, which is to immediately close the natural wormhole area and physically isolate the eighth galaxy, which may keep the eighth galaxy safe for a hundred years.

In a hundred years, there is a one-in-a-million possibility that the technology of the eighth galaxy will explode, and the technological level of human beings will reach an unimaginable height, and they will be able to fight against the artificial intelligence machine empire.

Or maybe they live in fear for a hundred years, and in the end they are doomed.

"We can't do it." Lin Jingheng curled one hand in his pocket and touched the small box containing the pair of rings. The soft touch of velvet slid over his fingertips, gentle and deadly. He said in a deep voice, "And you now Say, it's too late."

Dr. Harden was surprised: "Did you make any arrangements? Where is Mr. Lu, still in the live broadcast room?"

The military base also has a three-dimensional large screen. Lin Jingheng raised his head, and through the glass window, he saw Lu Bixing's long self-statement above his head had come to an end.

"My private laboratory has been handed over to the relevant departments to seal it up. All the evidence that should be preserved has been submitted. The investigation bureau will search for the information of the Nuwa Project twice as soon as possible. Dr. Harden and other important witnesses have also been protected and isolated. I declare freedom I swear in the name of the above statement that the above statements are true. After the investigation is clear, whether it is illegally obtained rainbow virus strains, private experiments, or other things, I am willing to accept the trial. If the Supreme Court of the eighth galaxy is called, I will appear in court on time." Lu Bixing After finishing speaking, he smiled outside the screen, "But I love the eighth galaxy, and I will perform the duties of the chief executive until the last second of my term."

Dr. Harden suddenly realized something: "This is not a live broadcast!"

Lin Jingheng shook his head, did not answer, and no longer touched the weak box. He put on his gloves again, and waved to the soldiers standing guard outside: "Ready to go!"

"Wait, Jingheng!" Dr. Harden called him, poking his neck out of the wheelchair, "Have you seen Jingshu for the last time, did she leave any words?"

"No, she was hit by stray bullets during the scuffle, so she probably didn't have time to talk." Lin Jingheng paused, "If there was, I guess it would be 'I'm right, it's you who were wrong'."

Dr. Harden sighed tremblingly: "I didn't take good care of her... I should have taken care of you, I'm sorry Laura..."

"You didn't feel sorry for Laura," Lin Jingheng turned around and smiled at him lightly, "Laura doesn't love us."

Dr. Harden stared at him blankly.

"Dr. Laura Gordon, has a pair of eyes that can see the doomsday in the flowers and brocades. You can't ask her to take care of...all the trivial things with such eyes. What's more, in vitro cultivation, the mother's body has no corresponding hormone changes, so it doesn't matter at all. What kind of 'maternal love' in the biological sense." Lin Jingheng said calmly, "I'm actually quite honored to have a little bit of her genes, but it's a pity that I didn't inherit her intelligence."

"The Alliance... is the first era of unified civilization in human history," Dr. Harden murmured, "How did it become like this?"

"It's too early." Lin Jingheng turned around and left, "It's not the end yet."

First galaxy.

The Anti-Ukraine Society arrived at the last moment when the artificial intelligence army broke through the coalition defense line, but unfortunately it did not help the matter. With Hope's poor battlefield command and little combat power, rushing up was just giving food to people.

They watched their former enemies and temporary allies being wiped out by the army of artificial intelligence, and they felt sad and angry.

"Heaven... the prophet."

Even if anyone's faith has wavered repeatedly, it will probably be solid after witnessing this scene.

"Spiritual net!" Hope was the first to react, "Avoid the artillery fire, spread out the spiritual net, and drag away the out-of-control mechs of the coalition forces. One can be saved!"

When the Great Prophet gave an order, all the believers of the Anti-Ukrainian Society immediately mobilized without fear of death.

Perhaps it is to prepare for long-distance raids, save energy and missiles, maybe the artificial intelligence army is different from human beings, and always puts achieving the goal as the first priority and does not do redundant things-in short, they did not "clean up" the battlefield , there are many coalition mechas that have lost their pilots, and the empty man-machine interface hangs there, and the people on the mechas don't know whether they are dead or alive.

"Prophet beware!"

Hope's command ship has remotely controlled several coalition mechas. It was too deep, accidentally exposed to the advancing artificial intelligence army, and the muzzle locked on it immediately.

When the mech sounded an alarm, Hope heard a "buzz" in his head. In desperation, he had a flash of inspiration for some reason, and blurted out: "Play 'pass'!"

The Anti-Ukraine Society—this group of interstellar pirates who look like bereaved dogs, shamelessly issued a "Civilian Protection Pass" on the command ship, and I don't know where it was pirated from.

Hope stared at the military recorder with wide eyes, and his throat moved with difficulty.

Ten seconds later—

"Alert lifted."

Those artificial intelligence mechs that locked on to him really believed it, and turned their guns "humanely", followed the troops, and rushed to the natural wormhole area, ignoring him.

"Let's go!" Hope whistled through the communication channel, and the Anti-Ukraine Society indiscriminately rolled up a bunch of remnants of the coalition army's defeated generals, and quickly left this place of right and wrong.

"Prophet, I received the communication. It seems that there are Voto refugees in the heavy armor who should have gone to the Angel City Fortress!"

"There is a life reaction in the mecha."

"Send the medical cabin to dock in, as many as there are!"

"Prophet, what about the eighth galaxy? We can't get in touch!"

Hope: "..."

The eighth galaxy, seven days later.

Mint is on the morning shift. First, she greeted the fighting cock who had just been discharged from the hospital through the personal terminal. She carefully checked all the indicators of all natural wormhole areas.

"Who dares to judge me, Teacher Lu!" Dou Ji got all kinds of news after he was discharged from the hospital, and his whole popularity became a firecracker, with a murderous look on his face, "My team, if anyone dares to discuss in private, I will kill him front teeth!"

"Then you should go to a military court." Mint said coolly, "I said, should you go to a hospital to see if you have any violent tendencies?"

"I……"

"Hush!" Mint didn't know what he saw, and his eyes suddenly focused, "I'll tell you later."

She cut off the communication involuntarily: "Attention the frontier defense headquarters, there are abnormal energy fluctuations in the natural wormhole area, and the value is still rising. There seems to be something in the wormhole passage that is approaching the exit."

"Received." A familiar voice came, "Technical personnel evacuated."

Mint looked up suddenly, and unexpectedly found that the person talking to her was not the operator of the border defense department.

"Lin... handsome?