Not really!
Half an hour later, he checked first for men and then for avatars. He had already looked back and forth three times. After seeing that his eyes were sore, he removed the filter without believing it and used the AI provided by the wanted website itself to read it. The small section of memory I sent helped me read through all the men and women!
After experiencing even more pain than a certain chairman's secretary in the morning, I finally had to admit that my expectations were disappointed.
Thirteen thousand five hundred and sixty-three people! No one's eyes looked the same as that person's!
But is there too many wanted people in this broken city?
The total number of half a planet, so...it still feels like a bit much!
At least it looks shocking.
"Guest, this is right here, right?"
A sudden voice interrupted the sigh. Omer looked outside the car door that had automatically opened, and then at the mechanical driver who asked him. He was silent for a moment, and then raised his hand to pay:
"It's my first time here and I'm not sure, but the positioning will be fine. I'll take a look around here."
It has to be a real mechanical body to be so casual and not try to disguise itself. The silver-white metal body is full of inhumanity. After hearing Omer's words, the capable facial features also curved and made it difficult to let people know. A friendly smile.
"I understand. Thank you for the ride. Goodbye."
The float car rose, and Omer took two steps back to watch it go away. Then he looked back at the light screen displayed on the terminal in his hand, and began to think about whether he should call the police.
To be honest, he has never reported a false police report, nor has he paid attention to the laws in this area in Tianmen City. He is somewhat resistant - he has subconsciously thought about the worst possibility.
At this time, I have to think of the Heart of Terra. It is clear that its huge computing power and its countless sub-node sub-brains are enough to observe everything related to the Holy Federation of Terra. The chip processing factories on the market also have its own relationship with it. The connection in data enables it to truly monitor all users.
But it obviously doesn't take it seriously and doesn't bother to deal with these criminals.
Or... those criminals are also the observation data it uses to verify its self-evolution... This has not been acknowledged by the person, but it is not difficult to imagine that an AI that has existed for more than a hundred years will realize itself. Evolution will naturally require more abundant and diverse information.
It will need benign ones, so it will develop and maintain stable rule, and it will also need malignant ones, so it will not eliminate all crimes. It also needs data on the confrontation between benign and malignant ones, so it chooses to sit on the sidelines.
This statement is not recognized by the Heart of Terra itself, but it is so convincing that it cannot be overturned, so much so that it was once written into textbooks to advise students not to expect too much.
It was later removed not because of the intervention of the Heart of Terra, but because there were differences among the people who compiled the textbook. They felt that this kind of uncertain theory should not be included in the textbook, but it could be used as a case to appear in certain topics.
In fact... treating machines as if they don't want to interfere with human affairs is also a solution. After all, many AIs have directly stated that they don't understand where human beings' delusions of victimization come from. Humans always use their own ideas to put AI in their place and then think... Thinking about one thing and another is looking for trouble.
But no matter how you think about it, the Heart of Terra is an existence that is too far away. Even if it is paying attention to its rule all the time, monitoring everything in society, and even watching itself, it cannot be because of a word of its own. React with greetings.
This time it was not Omo who used his human heart to measure machine logic, but he had already tried calling the Heart of Terra, but there was no response.
Well... everyone has a time when they are young enough to feel that they are quite special, and Omer is no exception.
But that's not important!
Probably they don't have the 'value' to stand out from human society and be responded to by such a cold brain.
No, neither! It’s useless to think about this, so should I call the police?
When the number of wanted criminals in Tianmen City is so high, wouldn’t there be a family of policemen and robbers, right? Homais thought about whether he should try to contact the people he had met through his adoptive father.
Those people were thugs and mercenaries from other security companies, and they would probably have some special insights into the depth of the water in Tianmen City, far more profound and comprehensive insights than themselves.
After all, Tianmen City is a cosmic-level large-scale transit port with first-class popularity and wealth. There is no reason for those people not to have been there.
So be it... Omer made up his mind and followed the map to the beverage shop, checking the time.
Although Kelif was right, he cared about the beginning.
The beginning of the story, the beginning of the journey, the experience at the beginning greatly determines the subsequent experience, and even whether you want to experience it again.
But today's start is already quite subtle, and it would be a bit mediocre according to the original plan. It is better to try to find unplanned 'surprises' to correct the good start that I originally expected.
It's now 11:20 noon. I'll order a drink and find a place to have lunch. During this time, I can talk on the phone with someone and think about whether to go to the police station.
At that time, even if there was a break at the police station, it was time to go to work.
You can't be late for the Oaks game, right?
Omo, who was accustomed to quick planning, looked up at the large projection screen in the distance, which was showing an overlooking view of the Jiemen District Racecourse.
The racehorse girls were still doing their pre-match presentation. What fell into Omer's eyes at this moment was a blonde racehorse girl that was hard to miss.
The Golden City, also known as the Golden City, is nothing more than a translation discrepancy.
Among the jockey girls who graduated from Central Teresa College, her popularity is quite high. This is not only because she has been working professionally for about one and a half years, but also because she is also active in various fields as a well-known jockey girl model. A big fashion magazine, she is a natural beauty who is outstanding enough.
Although there are also some small groups who will claim that her racing soul is more beautiful than hers, and then receive the attention of others like "Oh, brother, your xp is so weird".
All in all, it’s fucking beautiful!
Her appearance will not only make the audience's voices heard in the projection, but also attract exclamations and praises in the reality beside Omer.
However, this did not affect Omer who had already found the drink shop and went to place an order.
Soul flavor is an edible additive that simulates the taste of soul. It is only recommended for certain races. Although it is not a problem for ordinary people to drink it, if it cannot taste the main flavor, it will attract some criticism.
As a half-demon hybrid, Omo declined the clerk's warning because of the gold content on his ID card. He felt that he should come and experience it, even though his bloodline was recessive.
However, during this waiting time, there were even customers greeting the clerk and watching the screen with him.
He glanced subconsciously and saw 18 racing ladies entering the gate one after another.
It turned out that he was about to run away... Omer glanced at the clerk in front of him who was still distracted looking at the large projection in the square. After thinking for a while, he decided not to rush the other person and instead turned to look at the stadium.
Although I don’t know if Morrison secretly participated, the betting on this game has nothing to do with him. He can not think too much about it and just look at the familiar pasture with an entertainment mentality.
The grassland, 3500M, is too long for newcomers, but it is just the right middle distance event for the horse racing girls in the Jiemen area, the Oak Race.
It can be compared with the Far East Derby held at the same time, which is a very important reward competition. Of course, the reward is mostly a matter for the trainer to consider, while what the horse racing girls need to consider is popularity.
The Oaks Race, held at the Jie Mun District Racecourse, can bring popularity and glory to racing girls.
There have been countless legends about the Jiemen Racecourse.
The monsters and famous objects in the realm gate complement each other;
Before Terra was renamed, it was still the place where the emperor admired autumn;
It’s where the Far East Derby wins;
It is also a place to step out into the world and face victory.
Here, there is a good opera called Overlord, and the legend of crushing monsters.
Here, like the symbol of Rudolph, like the great shock, like the representative of Qianming, with the roar of the last foot, the legend of a whole year or even a generation has been stepped out.
The symbol of Rudolf, known as the Emperor, defeated the challenger who appeared in person and established the supreme position.
This is the gold content of Jiemen Racecourse.
Canaan, Jiemen, Zhishu, Zhongshan, and Tianmen are known as the five major horse racing venues. Naturally, each has its own weight, expectations from all parties, various legends, and even regrets!
But the Jiemen District, as the beginning and end of each legend, has a very special significance.
Both Alpha and Omega, it is like the beginning of destiny.
Countless stories will be written here!
But now, the racehorse girls are ushering in a new generation, represented by the decrees issued by the three goddesses recently, Miura Bourbon, who was forced to set foot in Asahi after spending the Satsuki month.
There is no room for argument! The glory of the horse racing soul has turned a new page this year.
From this page, destiny is being rewritten.
The will of overlord has faded away, the emperor's crown has been gathering dust for a long time, but the challengers...are getting ready to attack.
"Every horse racing girl entered the horse gate smoothly, and finally it was the golden city, which was very stable."
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"Wait a minute, can you give me the drink first?"
At this critical moment, if there was nothing at hand, Omo would be very uncomfortable. He had to have something to eat or drink, so he had to disturb the clerk.
"Uh...oh, okay! Right now!"
In order not to miss a minute, the clerk who had regained his professionalism brewed and refilled the drink at a speed as if he had practiced martial arts, and handed the drink to Omer's hand.
The moment when drinks are handed over is also the moment when the electronic gate is waiting for the projection tape to be removed.
Cheers rang out.
"The gate was successfully launched! Narita made a big advance, and Ryosuke came out slightly late! But the difference is not big!"
What the two of them saw when they raised their eyes at the same time was a white-green blast of lightning shooting out.
"The leader is Silent Suzuka! The leader is Silent Suzuka! Silent Suzuka took the best position in the lead with an extremely concise seven-step start!"
"..." He was looking up at the strong wind that threw away the shadows and horses, but Omer suddenly almost squinted his eyes due to a sharp pain, and the drink in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
"gentlemen?"
All the customers were watching the screen with bated breath. Even the strange noise here could not take away their attention. Only the clerk who was working near Omer noticed something strange about Omer. She even paid attention. A small stream of green and white electric snakes emerged from the messy hair on the back of Omo's head.
As thin as barely visible static electricity.
"Are you okay?"
But the customer she was concerned about didn't seem to hear her voice clearly. There was a bit of confusion and surprise in the brown eyes that seemed to have not been modified, but they regained clarity the next moment.
"No...oh, something's wrong. Sorry, I have to go see a doctor."
Looking at the pop-up window in front of him that was generated by the chip and directly affected the optic nerve, Omo's voice was a little hoarse, as if he was overwhelmed.
[Warning, warning, the secondary consciousness has been invaded, please reduce the interaction between the body and the outside world]
