imperfections

First galaxy.

The former head snake, the First Galaxy Frontier Guard Army and the Alliance Army put on small mechas, and the troops were divided into several groups, each heading towards the communication base station.

Lu Bixing watched them through the mech's military recorder: "The main force of the artificial intelligence is not here, and the original guarding route of the first galaxy is familiar, and scattered operations, it should not be a problem to solve the communication base station. The others are also ready to go according to the original plan. We...see you in seven days."

While the first galaxy was still in a closed state, the terrible hosts did not spread all over the world.

While the main force of the human alliance is still alive.

The commanders signaled to him on the communication channel, and then they each embarked on the journey. After a short Votto hour, there were only a few frigates left around Lu Bixing, and a part of the Central Army of the third galaxy closest to the destination.

Lu Bixing let out a long breath.

All the arrangements have been laid out, and he carefully reviewed whether there are any omissions, and then found that once his busy mind was free, he began to have a tendency to think wildly.

A thought popped up, he thought, what if the ten famous swords who broke into the eighth galaxy refused to be lured back to the first galaxy by him obediently?

Can Lin Jingheng and the eighth galaxy garrison last so long?

As soon as this idea appeared, it was like a parasitic plant touching porcelain everywhere. It took root in his heart and refused to move. Lu Bixing suddenly started to have an irregular heartbeat, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his palms. When he went to hold the water glass, his hand slipped, The cup fell to the ground.

Lu Bixing shuddered, and realized that he was almost in trouble. He pressed every joint of his fingers and forcibly suppressed his thoughts—the matter has reached this point, and there is no way out. Thinking about it will be useless. In any case, I can only grit my teeth and walk on.

In order not to allow himself any room for wild thoughts, Lu Bixing forced himself to sit down, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, and then he found something for himself to do.

He opened Marshal Ringer's notebook and slowly read it against the alliance's historical materials. According to the official propaganda of the alliance, Ringer was an outstanding strategist and thinker in human history, and one of the greatest military commanders.Lu Bixing is just like an elementary school student who doesn't study at ordinary times, he intends to pay homage to the "God of Examination" before the frightening exam.

The details of several famous battles are all correct, and in addition, there are many personal life details of Marshal Ringel in the notebook.

He writes Dr. Harden, a nerd who had attention deficit disorder in his youth and who was always interrupting others or talking nonsense in a whimsical way.It also writes about Woolf who grows up and becomes more taciturn.

When it comes to lovers, there will always be an extra warm-toned hand-painted hand-painted hand-painted, which tends to be stream-of-consciousness, and does not show the appearance of the model, but it is often just a silhouette, which has already made people yearn for.

"I watched Hubert (Woolf) grow up. He was lonely, so he relied too much on me, and he had some illusions. I didn't notice and correct it in time, and I felt a little guilty, so I have been very careful in my words and deeds recently. , so as not to have a bad influence on him, but fortunately he is gentle and generous, I think, maybe in a few years, he will think about it."

Lu Bixing gave a "tsk" and drew a line under "gentle and generous" with his fingertips. He felt that he almost didn't know the word. He skipped the daily part and turned to the last few pages to see their relationship with artificial intelligence "Hull The last battle of the "Prince of Sri Lanka".

"The Prince of Hells is pervasive, like a terrible ghost, shrouding every star, why create such a monster?"

"That boy Steven (Harden) was so outspoken, he said that if we had enough time and technology, we should make a freer and more powerful artificial intelligence. A sick creation can only be defeated by something more sick. .”

"Hubert said that if an artificial intelligence without a permission framework can be created, no matter how good the original intention is and how much it looks like a friend of mankind, it will definitely become our enemy in the end, even if the program is full of love for mankind."

"Yeah, what's the difference between an artificial intelligence with free will and a new species? We are genetically full of fear of humanoids rather than human beings. This is a lesson left by countless genocides in the history of evolution. Once both sides Even if the artificial intelligence is still friendly, people will first have suspicions, and once such a rift is created, it will never be healed, and we will be destroyed by our own creation.”

"Thanks to Prince Hells for his selfishness. The authority he left for his illegitimate children is probably used to save the world."

This is a casual sentiment from the owner of the note, nothing dry. Lu Bixing had originally skimmed through it, and when he turned over a page, he suddenly realized something. He went back and read this passage again, thinking: "Is there a clerical error?"

Did Marshal Ringle write Harden and Woolf's names backwards?

But... It can also be seen from the notes that Marshal Ringer is a very careful man, and there are few obvious clerical errors in the handwritten words, and he wrote Harden "again" outspoken, which is different from the previous description of Dr. is consistent.

Lu Bixing was puzzled—when Woolf was in his twenties, he knew that free artificial intelligence would eventually go astray. How could he become more and more confused after 300 years?

For power?Want to rule the Alliance forever?

This is illogical, because artificial intelligence just replicates his personality, not makes him "soul possessed". Even if this super artificial intelligence rules all mankind, what does it have to do with Woolf himself?His bones were all wiped out along with the Votto Union parliament building.

So... Could it be because he was wasted by the alliance all his life, so he planned to turn against humanity when he was about to die?

But if it's just pure anti-humanity and wants to turn the whole world into a lifeless mechanical empire, why is the primary goal set to eliminate chip people?For the super artificial intelligence of the mechanical empire, all carbon-based creatures are slaves or pets, whether they are people, chip people...even cats or dogs, is there any difference?

At this moment, the pilot on the mech reminded him: "Mr. Lu, Commander Nagus would like to have a few words with you alone."

Lu Bixing came back to his senses: "Okay."

The three-dimensional portrait of Nagus soon appeared in front of him. At this moment, the wormhole channel was stabilized again, and the signal was not disturbed so much. As long as he didn't reach out and touch it, the phantom of Nagus was no different from the real person. The portraits are sitting face to face.

"Marshal Ringle's notebook?" Nagus asked, "It seems that Woolf gave it to you that day."

Lu Bixing said "yes": "Old Shuai Lin had a great influence on Woolf's life."

"Gossip," Nagus said loudly, "I've heard that when General Lin Wei was born, some good people questioned whether his genes really came from Lin Shuai and his wife, just to imply... ...well, you get the idea."

Lu Bixing: "No."

Nagus: "What?"

"I don't think Woolf would do this. This person is insidious and cunning, and sometimes even means despicable, but I always feel that he is not a dirty person, so he should disdain to engage in such petty tricks," Lu Bixing said, "Besides, if Lin Wei The general really has his genes mixed in, and Jingheng and his siblings should also be considered his descendants, why doesn't he want to adopt them himself?"

Nagus asked, "Why?"

"Be sad." Lu Bixing thought for a while, and said, "Marshal Linger is a fond memory of his youth, like moonlight. Woolf used their husband and wife's genes to breed General Lin Wei—the old Lin Shuai named 'Wei' I thought about it with my partner before I was alive, and wrote in my notebook that no matter whether the first child is a boy or a girl, it can be called this. Woolf used this name. I think he accepts that Lin Shuai does not belong to him. If Lin Shuai General Wei passed his life safely and smoothly, which is probably a happy ending. What hurt his heart should be that the Central Committee of the Alliance was led further and further by the Eden Management Committee, Dr. Harden defected, and raised his adopted son who has been with him for decades Something's wrong. Jingheng's eyes are too much like Dr. Laura Gordon's, and it's normal to have a grudge."

Nagus sighed: "I remember, in fact, Woolf was ready to retire back then. At that time, General... your father was the most popular. One of them was a student that Woolf personally took care of, and the other was a single-handedly raised student. For the eldest adopted son, some sycophants call him and General Lin Wei Wotto Shuangbi. General Lin Wei has a cold personality and doesn’t like to socialize or show off. Our general, on the contrary, has a good personal relationship and complements each other. Marshal Woolf chose our general in the end, and gradually handed over many affairs to him. In fact, General Lu Xin had already provoked the leader at that time, and there was only one official handover. But..."

The management committee of the Garden of Eden intervened, Lin Wei died in depression, Lu Xin was wronged, and the pirates outside the territory were weakening, and it seemed that there was no threat anymore. In the corner of the hall, power was almost emptied, and the half-retired old marshal was forced to come back to power, but it didn't help. Eden was everywhere. None of them will come out.

"I have a strange feeling, Uncle Nagus." Lu Bixing said.

"what?"

Lu Bixing shook his head: "I can't tell at the moment."

If there is no super artificial intelligence Woolf, then the Alliance Army and the Central Army may have been taken over by Lin Jingshu.

I have to admit that under the circumstances at that time, it wasn't for Woolf's magical strokes that were comparable to "reviving the dead", the human coalition forces had to kneel before they could gather.

But looking back now, Woolf cheated and closed the first galaxy. Under the siege and interception of artificial intelligence, Lin Jingshu's only choice was to avoid the eighth galaxy. Involved in it, and the nephropathy happened to be the nemesis of the chip man, and Lin Jingshu was blocked in the heart of the rose, which must be her burial place.

After solving the chip man, the artificial intelligence could have shown friendliness and lived in peace for decades, allowing the Central Army to return to other galaxies to clear up the chaos, repair the jump point, let people relax their vigilance, and artificial intelligence has time and room to build more More hosts plant more "seeds".

But at this time, it became paranoid like a "bug" and started a war again.

Lu Bixing's eyes fell on the notebook again, and he saw the phrase "Even if the program is full of love for human beings".

"We are in a dangerous situation now, like walking on the tip of a knife," Lu Bixing said, "but thinking about it carefully, the war at this time is the most unfavorable for artificial intelligence, and it is also our only chance."

Nagus: "Is it possible that it still intends to be a savior? Then it should explode after defeating the Freedom Legion. What's going on like this!"

"Self-explosion is impossible, how can we defeat the Freedom Legion? Kill the leader? Then it disappeared when Lin Jingshu faked her death to lie to us for the first time," Lu Bixing shook his head, "Besides, opium, an electronic chip drug, once poisoned, I am afraid that it will not be able to be completely eradicated from human society in dozens or hundreds of years. Even if it destroys the Freedom Legion and explodes itself, what will the relationship between this super artificial intelligence and human beings become in dozens of hundreds of years? Artificial intelligence without a framework of authority But for those who can modify the program independently, do you think that after such a long time, the small self-destruct program can still limit it?"

Nagusi's mood sank following his words.

"Electronic drugs that can't be removed for decades or hundreds of years," he murmured, "My third galaxy, can I wait until I go back?"

The third galaxy that Nagus never forgets.

The ghost-like man-made broken mecha carefully avoided all possible paths along the way that might encounter chip people. Several exhausted soldiers with numb faces took turns to rest, curled up in a corner, and their uniforms were inconsistent. Some of them came from the ground security department. , some from the left-behind Central Army.

Adrift in space, this patchwork team has an important mission to deliver a bioelectronics expert to a safe haven.

In order to fight against the chip people, the rebels established a temporary chip research institute in a secret base in the third galaxy, and gathered dozens of bioelectronics scientists. The location of the research institute was exposed, destroyed by the chip man, and failed.

Only a young doctor escaped by chance and was rescued by the rebels desperately. At this time, he was lying quietly in the medical cabin of the mecha, so as to survive the difficult space journey.

Her pale and young face was revealed in the medical cabin. Even in a dormant state, there was still vague fear and anxiety on her face.The soldier on shift and his companion handed over the driving authority, walked over to look at her, and adjusted the temperature in the medical cabin for her.

"What are you doing?" the companion asked softly.

"Keep her warm, I think she's having a nightmare." The tired soldier said inaudibly, "How much data can she recover?"

The companion fell silent, and after a while, he handed him a nutritional needle: "It is said that several research bases that were built hastily have been blown up by the chip man."

"This shows that the chip people are afraid," the soldier said in a deep voice, "the only thing they can rely on is the chip on their body. The chip people have no organization, no order, and even no chips. They may not even be able to open the mecha. These people can't do anything. No, as long as we have the technology to deal with their chips, we will definitely win in the end.”

"But how long will it take to wait until the 'final'?" The companion said a little decadently, "Maybe the 'final' is that we are all dead...not only us, but other galaxies are getting more and more difficult. Nine out of ten strongholds are lost. Some rebels came from the fourth galaxy to seek shelter the day before yesterday, and the fourth galaxy seems to have completely fallen. The comrade in the second galaxy who often communicates with me has been silent for half a month. To know if he is still alive... You know, I heard a message from him before I lost contact with him."

"what?"

"All the outer transition points of the first galaxy have been blown up. Even if there are reinforcements, it will be six years later. We can't wait."

In the dark universe, the only two sober young people struggled to digest the desperate news, and were silent to each other for a while.

After a while, the soldier turned his head and glanced at the female doctor in the medical cabin, as if he was in a hurry and wanted to draw some courage from her: "Don't think about it, the base will soon..."

Before he finished speaking, an alarm sounded suddenly in the broken mecha.

"careful!"

All the resting people on the mecha woke up.

"Turn around, emergency jump!"

"Varied……"

"Go! Our base is under attack!"

In the third galaxy, the rebel army has a total of 96 strongholds, and this is where No.80 seven were bombed.

The whole world is like a huge ship that hit an iceberg in the ocean, the wind and rain are precarious, and it is slowly sinking into darkness.