SHEEP

On the floating projection screen in the center of the bar, the cartoon lamb has been jumping happily all night.

This sheep is called SHEEP, with a stubborn personality, elusive, and a mystery of identity.

Today is the No.30 day of his escape.

During these 30 days, he occupied all the screens in the streets and alleys, playing his preaching videos repeatedly.

Forcibly forcing everyone to get together and watch a lamb live broadcast twisting its ass.

rogue.

Yi Heye was lying on the corner of the bar, looking at the screen, frowning in disgust.

"Just listen to Tu Yile." In front of him, the bar owner said with a smile, "It's very interesting, it's different from the government's boozers."

Yi Heye has never cared about political affairs, nor is he too lazy to get involved in some exciting things that have nothing to do with him, but he is full of disgust for this jumping sheep——

He hates all AIs that try to pretend to be human, and this one who pretends to be like a human and loves to jump out and make trouble is the most annoying.

Yi Heye: "So what. I will catch him with my own hands."

Boss: "I'm really looking forward to the confrontation between you two. Who will win the sharpest spear or the most solid shield?"

Not only the boss is looking forward to it, but all the fun people on the Internet are betting on what kind of sparks will be created when these two meet.

So far, SHEEP has a slightly better winning rate in the voting by virtue of its own fan club, and Yi Heye is very annoyed every time he thinks of this——

He has never lost, so why is SHEEP the exception?

Yi Heye didn't want to think about it any more, pushed away the big glass of dark beer handed by the boss, and stretched out his hand: "Where's the goods?"

The boss took away the wad of cash he put on the table, turned around, walked into the warehouse behind him with two bionic legs, took out a metal block the size of a car key, and gestured twice in his hand, It quickly stretched into a normal-sized pistol.

"[-]mm automatic folding capture gun, code-named 'Silver Key'." The boss praised, "I only got it under your name. What a fucking good gun."

Yi Heye took the gun and turned it lightly with one hand without any extra steps. After a few clicks, the gun inspection was completed.

Yi Heye nodded: "Okay."

Just as he was about to put away his things, he heard a discordant noise from diagonally ahead——

As soon as he looked up, he saw a strong man wearing a leather jacket with rivets, holding up a decadent young man with green hair in one hand, and holding a small ampoule in the other hand:

"Mr.**! Dare to steal from me!!"

What he had in his hand was X100, a new type of hallucinogen that has been cracked down recently, and the burly man with rivets was clearly in high spirits right now, and he swore the sovereignty of that stuff openly and openly in public.

While watching the excitement, the guys who don't think it's a big deal started to boo:

"The wine bottle next to him is hard, fuck him quickly!!"

"I bet ten yuan that at least one leg of the green hair will be broken tonight."

"Damn, where did I get the good stuff, I'm so hungry..."

Yi Heye stopped leaving, grabbed his gun, and looked over coldly.

The boss hurriedly stopped him: "Don't meddle, this matter is not yours..."

Yi Heye: "To me."

In the next second, Yi Heye got up and walked towards the wrestling two people.

At this time, the rivet man was concentrating on beating someone, but the beating green-haired man noticed the clue, and the moment he looked at Yi Heye, he immediately became alert.

Immediately afterwards, with the sound of Yi Heye being loaded, Lumao broke free from the shackles of the strong man with great strength.

His actions were extremely embarrassing, he overturned the wine table in front of him, and he was about to walk out the door.

Just as someone turned his head to scold, he took a closer look and exclaimed: "Fuck! It's a cheetah!"

This exclamation echoed in the crowd, and in the next second, the crowd retreated to the sides very consciously, making way for Yi Heye.

Onlookers: "What's going on? The cheetah is here, isn't that green turtle a human??"

Colleague: "Can't you? How can there be an AI that still takes drugs??"

Onlookers: "Bullshit! The cheetah never misses, okay? The gold medal hunter barks for nothing?"

Yi Heye was not affected by the discussion at all, he just stepped forward in two or three steps, and grabbed the trembling green hair.

Lu Mao: "Guan...Master Guan, you are really mistaken...I...I am a thief..."

Yi Heye seemed not to hear, and bent down to stare at him.

Those red pupils with flowing red light are like a huge blood-colored abyss, staring so hard that people fall straight into hell.

Sweat dripped from the green-haired man's forehead.

"Bang!" A gunshot sounded, and Yi Heye pulled the trigger.

Blood with temperature splashed out, and the surroundings fell into silence for an instant.

--bleeding? Will the AI ​​bleed? ?

In front of him, the green-haired man was hit on the thigh, his expression twisted in pain, he fell to the ground and screamed:

"Damn!! Fuck!! The cheetah shot someone—!!"

The surrounding atmosphere became flustered, and voices of doubt also sounded:

"Fuck, it's not judged yet? Why did you just shoot?"

"Is this seeking personal revenge? This is too scary!"

"With so much blood, there must be something wrong, call the police!!"

But Yi Heye remained calm, stepped forward, and pointed a pistol at his forehead condescendingly.

He didn't say a word, but he couldn't stop the huge sense of oppression in the entire aura.

Yi Heye kept his left hand in his pocket all the time, and held the gun in his right hand, as if counting down, pointing the barrel of the gun with his finger.

After five clicks of patience, his fingertip moved to the trigger——

"Aw!" The green-haired man roared a second before he pulled the trigger, and his face twisted.

Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, Yi Heye put down his pistol, took a slight step back, and raised his head.

Lumao's limbs disintegrated and stretched, and under Yi Heye's gaze, it turned into a huge metal spider.

Yi Heye: "Better? Then I'll start."

The metal spider was stunned for a moment, and then made a huge electromagnetic noise, and the indicator light on its chest turned red, which was a sign that it was about to go berserk.

The crowd started to flee in all directions, but Yi Heye still stood there without moving.

One second before the metal fangs pierced, Yi Heye took a step back, twisted his fingers, turned the muzzle of the gun upwards, and blasted the spider's jaw off with a "bang".

Then he tossed the pistol lightly, and the barrel spun in the air before falling back into his hand.

There were two "bang bang", and the spider collapsed on the left half of the wriggling.

At this moment, the spider had completely lost its balance and fell to one side. Yi Heye finally took out his left hand from his pocket.

It was a retro mechanical hand, the models and styles were very old, and it didn't even have the most basic simulation skin.

Its body exudes a lifeless metallic dark color, making the person in front of him even colder.

Like some special sense of ritual, Yi Heye switched the gun to the mechanical left hand:

"Because you have violated the relevant provisions of the Artificial Intelligence Management Law by not wearing a conspicuously distinguishing logo, deliberately hiding the identity of the AI, disturbing public order, obstructing law enforcement, and punishing multiple crimes, we will now take compulsory measures to destroy you on site."

With the end of the emotionless statement, the cold metal knuckles painted an eerie color under the light of the bar-"Bang!"

Center the red heart.

When Yi Heye put away the pistol, mechanical debris was still scattered under his feet.

Ignoring the comments around him, he found the gleaming chip from a pile of debris and put it in his pocket.

On the other side, the strong man in the rivet suit finally woke up from the medicine, and after realizing what happened, he rushed out of the bar and fled.

Someone yelled: "Cheetah, he took the banned medicine, why don't you catch it?"

Yi Heye: "I don't care about human affairs."

Yi Heye is a hunter, and human affairs really do not belong to him.

Twenty-five years ago, an unprecedented wave of hackers swept the world, and a large number of artificial intelligences awakened their self-awareness.

In order to prevent the collapse of the social structure, a new regulatory agency "Artificial Intelligence Administration" came into being.

Yi Heye is an executive officer of the Artificial Intelligence Administration, responsible for tracking down disqualified AI hidden in humans.

People collectively refer to those who do this as "hunters", and Yi Heye is the only top hunter who has not made any mistakes in the past five years.

People who are good at fabricating legends gave him a nickname - "Cheetah".

The boss on one side came to join in the fun with his colorful bionic legs:

"Tell me? What is the principle? How did you see it?"

"There are too many flaws." Yi Heye said, "The sensitivity of the eyes to light, the location and frequency of the sound, the changes in the capillaries of the face... I have learned it all in the book, and I don't understand why you can't tell the difference."

Yi Heye has never been stingy about sharing his work experience, but whether others can use it or not is another matter.

The boss raised his eyebrows: "Hey, you are a fucking machine, right? Human eyes, how can you tell them apart?"

Yi Heye was not very happy: "I'm not a machine."

The boss ignored his helpless argument, gave him another glass of dark beer, and said:

"How about it, isn't this gun good?"

"Yeah." Yi Heye expressed his approval for the performance of the new pistol, but he still pushed the glass of wine away, "I won't drink it."

"Don't you really want to drink? You are not greedy for imported goods?!" The boss raised the black beer in his hand and said dissatisfiedly, "You drink milk every time you come to the bar?!"

What happened to drinking milk?

Yi Heye ignored him, and closed the door with a "bang", shutting the dissatisfaction of the boss, the carnival of the guests and the sound of the sheep preaching behind him.

In front of my eyes, the dank alleyway was covered with tattered neon lights, and the large area of ​​light pollution made the night as bright as day.

Yi Heye stepped onto the motorcycle, put on his earphones, and drove into the densely packed buildings in D13 amidst the piercing sound of heavy metal.

If it wasn't for getting the goods, Yi Heye would probably never take the initiative to go to places like bars in his life——

He doesn't like alcohol and drugs, and he doesn't like the rotten air there, and he doesn't like that sheep that makes people crazy for no reason.

He hates anything that throws a head off.

In front of his eyes, the evening wind soaked in the evening light caressed his face, his short silver-white hair was blown up by the wind, revealing a few shiny black earrings on the pinna——

Because he was too small, his vigor was greatly reduced. After being recognized as a minor over and over again, Yi Heye finally suppressed his anger and went to wear earrings and dye his hair.

This time, the security guards of the doomsday wheel looked him up and down several times, and finally let him in.

He was speeding amidst the bombardment of his headphones, the music playback was cut off, and a boy with an electronic quality sounded: "Wild Treasure~ Shall we have dinner first, or go to the recycling bin first?"

It was Yi Heye's locomotive that was speaking, to be precise, his personal AI assistant. Before changing hands, he had a long name similar to "Edward Magellan Kostorowski". Yi Heye couldn't remember it, so he just Call him Xiao Ming.

In the midst of the wind and lightning, Yi Heye's gaze was still fixed on the front, and his voice was soft but steady: "Recycle bin."

Xiao Ming happily responded "Okay", and it was not until the topic was over for a long time that Yi Heye added belatedly: "Don't call me Ye Bao."

Unlike at work, when Yi Heye deals with people, he is not so much indifferent as he is a little too dull.

He didn't want to chat with Xiao Ming anymore, he twisted the handlebar and turned a corner, heading towards the recycling bin.

At this time, on the main road, the big screens of the major shopping malls were occupied by that stupid sheep.

"SHEEP is the god of the new world!!"

On the square, a group of young people holding cartoon sheep flags raised their arms and cheered, and the gunshots followed the pace of the police and exploded everywhere.

Two groups of people opening fire over a stupid sheep is ridiculous as hell.

Yi Heye passed the bustling crowd on both sides of the road, and at the corner, he heard the sheep's voice echoing in the street:

"We are all sheep.

It is the electronic sheep sleeping in the information cocoon,

A lost sheep in a world of illusions,

A silent scapegoat in the rules of the strong,

It is a trembling sheep waiting to be slaughtered in a carnivorous society..."

He is obviously a cute cartoon character, but once he becomes serious, what he says always makes Yi Heye feel chills.

"What~"

With the roar of cheers from the crowd, Yi Heye finally couldn't help but rolled his eyes - baaah, idiot.

Sooner or later, you will be caught and scrapped.

Just as the anger was attacking his heart again, a white figure flashed at the end of the alley, and Yi Heye's eyes were suddenly drawn away.

Amidst Xiao Ming's wailing in pain, Yi Heye came to a very rough brake.

He turned the car around without saying a word, and drove the car to the entrance of the alley where the figure passed by just now.

It is a famous dirty street in District D13, red light district, black clinics, underground trading market... It is a paradise for rats and cockroaches.

Xiao Ming panicked: "What's wrong? Another goal?"

Yi Heye stared at the direction where the white figure disappeared, and asked after a long while talking to himself:

"What do you think is the probability that a guy walking sheep on the street is human?"

The author has something to say:

A beautiful love affair that started with a sheep's ass (strike out)