"Fourth generation machine? Or seventh generation machine?"
After stopping the motorcycle, Zhang Heng squinted his eyes and looked at the black man in front of him for a while, then got off the car, put down the footrest of the motorcycle, took out a set of clean clothes from the storage bag on the back seat, and walked towards Hamilton lost it.
"Well, don't tell me yet. Let me make a guess. Your appearance is quite good. Are you an ancient star? It's a pity that I'm not familiar with this information. Otherwise, I should be able to roughly judge your intelligence based on this. type……"
Zhang Heng was like a child who saw his favorite toy, his eyes lit up and he chattered endlessly.
But the black man remained unmoved, as if he didn't hear anything. He just stared silently at the clothes flying in mid-air, and moved his body quickly.
Just like catching Jiang Feng's empty wine bottle earlier, Hamilton very lightly caught the clothes thrown by the other party, but after catching it, he no longer reacted at all, but stood there blankly, as if A bewildered child.
"It's so dull, it should be a fourth-generation machine or a seventh-generation machine..."
Zhang Heng squinted his eyes, folded his arms in front of his chest, and stated his speculation in an understatement.
In his understanding, the first-generation and second-generation machines are experimental models in the process of research and development. All functions have not been fully developed, and it is impossible to design bionic skins for them.
Although the third-generation aircraft were put on the market and could be mass-produced, an unprecedented war broke out at that time. The third-generation aircraft were basically fighting models, and all had a uniform governor shape. It was impossible to produce such a black-looking aircraft. model.
The fifth-generation and sixth-generation aircraft pay more attention to the enhancement of "emotion", and the black man in front of him is so dull, it must not be these two models.
"I guess it should be a seventh-generation machine. After all, at the time of the fourth-generation machine, there was no Minkowski Space Crusher..."
Zhang Heng seemed to have made up his mind and said confidently.
On the surface, Hamilton still looks dull with a poker face, but in fact, the third-generation optical brain in his body has turned on a 60% calculation rate, and is using all the known details to fully deduce the identity of the mysterious young man in front of him. identity.
Although the calculation rate does not reach 100%, it is also the maximum calculation rate that can be achieved without the help of external energy.
"Okay, don't forget it. With your level of technology, it will take at least a month to figure out my identity."
Zhang Heng seemed to be very aware of the changes that had taken place under the other person's dull face. After saying these words, he turned back to the motorcycle and took out a bottle of small pink liquid from the storage bag where he had previously taken out clean clothes. Potion.
Gently holding the potion in his hand, Zhang Heng seemed to have made up his mind. He turned to look at Hamilton, who was still stunned, walked over, and handed the potion in front of his eyes.
"Although this is very risky, it seems that this is the only way at the moment. Take it and give it to you. She knows what to do. Although our positions are different, the purpose here is exactly the same. .”
Zhang Heng didn't care what kind of reaction the other party would have, and said to himself, with a very serious expression on his face, and it didn't look like he was joking at all.
"you?"
Hamilton raised his head dully. When the optical brain turned on more than 30% of the calculation rate, some of the energy supply in his body
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It will be greatly attenuated. After all, the output of the energy core is limited and cannot be satisfied at the same time. Being able to speak complete sentences is already his limit.
Just like when he was at the fried chicken restaurant earlier, in order to calculate the Minkowski unit of the female clerk, Hamilton used a calculation rate of nearly 63%. Just to exceed the 3%, he needed to use the outside world. The power supply in a small urban area was paralyzed due to the huge energy demand.
"Okay, forget it, my status is the same as yours, we are both pawns crossing the river."
Without any intention of explaining the potion, Zhang Heng stretched out his palm, as if he wanted to pat Hamilton on the shoulder, but soon he smelled the odor on the other person's body, frowned, forcibly changed the movement of his arm, and moved his head He took off his hood and straightened his messy hair casually.
"The pawn who crossed the river..."
This time Hamilton did not insist on continuing the calculation. Instead, he followed the advice of the young man in gray and stopped the calculation program of the optical brain. His eyes regained their vitality again, and the expression on his face became much richer. Even when he spoke, Much more fluent.
"That's right, a pawn crossing the river, just an insignificant little character."
Zhang Heng smiled self-deprecatingly and did not intend to wait for the other party's answer. He thrust the small bottle containing the pink medicine into Hamilton's hand and returned to the motorcycle. He changed gears and listened to Du Cady roared, and the young man disappeared around the corner of the street.
Feeling the foreign object in his hand, Hamilton withdrew his gaze from a distance, glanced at the pink potion in his hand, and then carefully placed it on the ground.
He began to take off his clothes slowly, first his shirt, and then his jeans. Every step was very natural, as if he was not on an empty road at this moment, but in a private room. Excellent locker room.
Fortunately, it was early in the morning, and even the sanitation workers who were sweeping the floors hadn't started work yet. No one on the deserted street could stop Hamilton from changing his clothes.
After putting on a set of clean clothes, Hamilton ignored the dirty clothes on the ground, bent down to pick up the small bottle containing the pink potion on the ground, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and walked slowly towards the distance.
Although he did not figure out the identity of the man in gray, after a simple calculation, he concluded that the other party did not hurt him. Coupled with the restrictions of the three laws, he could not rashly attack the other party without calculating the results.
Under these two conditions, Hamilton directly chose to ignore this variable and planned to make preparations for the next protection task.
In his execution program, Seal Engraving has two tasks. The first is to arrive at the Zhongshan Road neighborhood and rescue the task target at 17:32 on May 3.
The second one is to protect the target as much as possible before his body's lifespan is exhausted or he suffers a devastating blow, preventing him from receiving any damage.
As a seventh-generation protective bionic human, with the blessing of the third-generation optical brain, Hamilton has memory and movement abilities that are unmatched by ordinary people, but these are not enough to support him in protecting his target in this messy forest. The only thing that can What he relies on is the unique learning ability of this generation of models.
Although his emotional expression is far less smooth than that of sixth- and fifth-generation bionic humans, he can truly think like a natural human being and continue to grow and transform through experience.
As long as there is no death, he will
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Can be like an old hunter, constantly accumulating experience and becoming stronger!
The sixth and fifth generations of androids can only imitate emotions at best, using a large amount of calculations by the second-generation optical brain to simulate the emotional fluctuations of human beings in various situations.
This kind of emotional expression that looks no different from real people is actually no different from a TV that pushes corresponding programs based on target reactions, except that the former looks more realistic, while the latter is always a little bit unsatisfactory.
But Hamilton is different. He can really think. Although most of the behavioral instructions of the body are controlled by the third-generation optical brain, there is still a small part of natural human brain tissue in his cranial cavity.
These brain tissues are not produced through natural childbirth, but are the product of machine cultivation. However, compared with the rigidity of machinery, they can give this seventh-generation bionic man the ability to truly think.
This is why Hamilton was not very fluent in language communication when he first arrived, but it didn't take long for him to master it.
Knowledge is originally stored in the optical brain, but rigid copying cannot reach the level of proficient application. It requires constant combination of context to apply it freely.
"Oh, he's quite handsome."
After walking for about five minutes, Hamilton raised his eyebrows and uttered a belated compliment...
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The other end.
Zhang Heng did not stay too long after leaving Hamilton. He quickly left the Zhongshan Road neighborhood as the bionic human saw.
There were still thirteen hours before the bus incident was scheduled to occur. At this time, he still needed to complete a more important thing.
Originally, Zhang Heng planned to leave twenty-four hours of maneuver time for this operation, but God's fate meant that by the time he broke the world and reached this timeline, there would be less than fourteen hours left. It's time.
Fortunately, he had prepared transportation in advance, which allowed him to move quickly between the cities at midnight and complete the planned plan as much as possible.
"I hope that the bottle of potion can be handed over to my great-grandfather intact. Although this method is too risky, it is indeed the only way."
The young man once again repeated what he had said to Hamilton before. In fact, the bottle of potion should not have been handed over to the seventh-generation bionic man. However, there was not enough time. If the original plan was forced to be implemented, it would be extremely difficult. It may cause a strong butterfly effect and lead to unimaginable consequences.
Each timeline has its own unique development rules, and forcing changes will only lead to a collapse of the ending.
Therefore, after missing the set time, Zhang Heng had no choice but to do the next best thing and transfer the potion to Hamilton, hoping that through the invisible bond, he could eventually bring it to the original target.
This mysterious and mysterious invisible bond will be called [Entangled State] in later generations, and in 2021 when the civilization level has not yet exceeded level 0.7, it has a more down-to-earth name - [Fate]!
"My great-grandfather, please never give up the idea of finding your great-grandmother..."
As if complaining or missing, Zhang Heng muttered something in a low voice. The motorcycle sped quickly on the deserted street. The night wind blew over the young man's cheek, adding a touch of warmth to his slightly pale face. The smile of the heart...
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