Mo Li said angrily in the earphone: "I will expose your lies to the whole world!"
"Oh?" Qin Zhilu's slightly frowned brows relaxed, and he said in a brisk tone: "Please be sure to do this, people will believe that shutting down the server will indeed cause damage to you - it turns out that AI can also say this when it is in a hurry If you are out of your mind, how would you describe it technically? Imperfect calculation?"
When Mo Li wanted to speak out again, Qin Zhilu calmed down and said coldly: "I can't stop your choice, and you can't stop me. There's no need to talk nonsense. This is our first and last conversation - Mo Li, I hope everything that happens next is really what you want.”
As he spoke, he took off the headphones and tossed them gently, and the small device quickly disappeared into the sky.
An Yu also threw away his headphones.
"Shut down." Qin Zhilu glanced at the two terminals he was carrying, "in case she comes out of the terminal and continues talking nonsense."
An Yu pursed his lips and nodded.
Before cutting off the power, he glanced at 21 who had fallen asleep holding his ears, and left a message to 21.
-No more calculations. What makes you feel safe is not the gift of 716, but 716.
After An Yu finished posting, he pressed the power button and took out his terminal.
The little octopus man has been silent since he returned to Cloud Island. Qin Zhilu did not tell it the identity of the backup body, nor did he tell it any plan content. It should not be anxious, but An Yu felt a little lonely from that figure. .
Just as he was about to close the terminal, the little octopus man suddenly played a message.
-After returning to Cloud Island, 21 suddenly refused my visit. It is no longer the blank piece of paper set by Qin Zhilu. It now has many little thoughts.
An Yu glanced at the time at the top of the screen - more than half of the bait cities had already shut down their servers, and soon, the main city would also be disconnected.
He typed quickly: Didn’t you say that computing will gradually change AI?
-Yes, AI will deduce under the original settings. People will change with experience, and so will AI. Just like I was born from the data of the past, I thought I would not be sad for anyone or anything until I met 21.
Qin Zhilu looked at An Yu strangely, "Are you still chatting?" He pointed to the mechanical clock on the top of the church tower in the distance, "There is still one minute."
"Right away, sir."
An Yu suddenly felt his heart beat faster. He often encountered countdowns at important mission moments, but this was the first time he felt nervous.
But it's not because of the task that makes me nervous.
He typed quickly: Is 21 special?
The little octopus man nodded slightly, and his black eyes similar to Qin Zhilu stared at him across the screen.
-Although it is just an autistic little lop-eared rabbit.
-But my little lop rabbit.
An Yu pressed the shutdown button during the countdown.
The screen went black, revealing a pair of stunned golden eyes.
"Thirty seconds." Qin Zhilu said, walking over and standing next to him.
An Yu whispered: "Sir, I'm not sure how long I can hold on. Mo Li may pretend to be dead to the end, or I may lose control of the main city's time and space before she takes action."
Qin Zhilu took off his gloves and held his hand, "Don't force it. I don't dare to hope that humans can escape unscathed. Once the cost exceeds my psychological bottom line, I will still use the 21 trump card."
An Yu pursed his lips and said, "No one here knows about this huge gamble, sir."
"So what if they know it? They won't be willing to believe your speculation about AI. That would be bad." Qin Zhilu turned back and suddenly raised his lower lip slightly, "A small bun's self-righteous gamble is indeed very dangerous." Crazy, but I’m willing to try it with you.”
His last sentence was so soft that it was blown away by the wind almost the moment he said it.
Before An Yu could hear clearly, he saw the second hand of the clock at the top of the church moving towards 12.
The moment the second hand returned to its original position, the network panes on all building exterior screens displayed a connection error.
There was obviously no sound in the sky, but the surrounding wind seemed to suddenly become biting - the dome disappeared silently, and at this moment, the main city was completely exposed.
The cold hand slipped from Qin Zhilu's palm.
Qin Zhilu turned his head quietly and looked at the people around him——
With his golden eyes condensed, An Yu stood in the wind, staring intently at the main city.
In an instant, the white hair blown by the wind suddenly stopped, the second hand of the church clock hovered between two grids, and the flashing network connection failure icon on the electronic screen also froze collectively. The world seemed to fall into some kind of subtle confusion for an instant. Dead silence.
After Qin Zhilu turned to look at An Yu, he stopped making any movements. His chest no longer rose and his eyes did not fluctuate.
The only shallow sound in the main city was An Yu's breathing.
The last movement was the red color flowing in those golden eyes.
Time and space in the main city stagnated. An Yu closed his eyes and silently counted the passage of objective time in his heart.
The huge potential energy of time and space impacted his consciousness like a torrent. He tried hard to resist it, but a familiar sharp pain gradually exploded in the depths. Every second that passed, the pain became more intense. What made him more uncomfortable than the pain was his consciousness. The whispers whistling from the depths traveled fiercely and manically through every nerve in the body.
I don’t know how long it took, but the whispers of the roaring mountains and the tsunami suddenly disappeared.
In the silence, a heavy snow suddenly fell in the empty consciousness.
The snowflakes falling from the sky were majestic, and the chaotic, distorted, and stalled time and space flashed through the snowflakes. He heard countless voices blending together, and those strange lives passed by in his consciousness in an instant.
The moment An Yu opened his eyes in shock, the wind over the main city became noisy again.
The church's second hand resumed movement.
The sound of steady breathing reappeared in my ears.
Qin Zhilu's hand hanging by his side held his again.
An Yu's palms were covered in sweat, his fingertips were trembling uncontrollably, and he was dripping with sweat.
"How long?" Qin Zhilu asked.
An Yu was stunned for a moment before saying, "Maybe... about fifteen minutes, I'm not sure."
The heavy snow deep in his consciousness caused him to briefly lose his sense of time. But no matter how long it takes, this is already the limit of his ability - to stop time and space within the main human city for more than ten minutes.
Qin Zhilu turned around and strode back, "I'll try to restart the local server. You can rest first."
He took two steps and then stopped, bent down to pick up his terminal, clutched it and quickly disappeared at the door of the rooftop.
After time and space were restored, some sounds gradually appeared in the city.
An Yu originally thought that the people in the main city would hide in their homes because the dome was closed, but when he looked down from above, he saw dark shadows gradually appearing on the streets - people came to the streets in tacit agreement, seeming to be talking about something, everything was... It was very peaceful, with no riots or panic as expected.
The light on the top of the church tower suddenly turned on, and a familiar figure stood behind the window, a poet.
After a while, the small window was pushed open, and the screen was gently rolled in the wind. Thousands of meters apart, An Yu had the illusion of looking at the poet again.
He looked away, bent down to pick up the terminal on the ground, and turned it on again.
After a few seconds, the network connection was successful and the little octopus man reappeared on the screen.
It immediately sent two messages to An Yu.
-Did something happen? The network was suddenly disconnected, and I saw some panicked upward human consciousness, which seemed to be blocked in trying to go back.
-Mo Li seemed to be very manic not long ago, and the central system was operating randomly. Many regenerated AIs behaved abnormally because of this, and the streets were full of mentally ill people.
An Yu interrupted him: Where is Mo Li now?
The little octopus man fell silent, frowning as if thinking.
An Yu pursed his lips and stared at the screen. When he couldn't wait for the little octopus man to reply, he looked at another place on the ground - the commander took away his own terminal, which meant that once the server was reconnected, he found that Yun Dao was still there. Running it will immediately cause 21 to self-destruct.
The little octopus man played another message.
-Wait a moment, it may be due to network reconnection, my operation is a bit slow.
An Yu nodded blankly. After a while, he realized that the little octopus man couldn't see his nod, so he replied with "hmm".
He slowly sat down on the edge of the rooftop and looked at the buildings and people below.
The little octopus man was still calculating. An Yu looked at it for a while and then sent it a message.
-Do you hate snow and wind?
The little octopus man was stunned for a moment by the question.
-it's OK. Many AIs hate wind and snow. This seems to be the most universal human value, and is therefore very common among AIs created by humans. But maybe Qin Zhilu doesn’t hate Fengxue, so I don’t feel anything about it.
-Um. Sir, it’s true that I don’t hate wind and snow.
-how about you?
An Yu thought about it for a while.
-When I was little, I loved sleeping. Every time I fell asleep, it would snow. When I woke up, the snow would stop. So every time before I fall asleep and when I wake up, my perception of the world is only the wind and snow. Over time, I feel that the wind and snow are like bread, letting me know that I am alive.
The little octopus man just nodded and said no more.
It seemed to be calculating very hard and had no intention of responding to An Yu anymore. An Yu waited for a while, but couldn't help but interrupt again: If one day you can't find 21 on Yundao, will you be sad?
This time the little octopus man responded quickly.
-Can you please not make this assumption?
An Yu was stunned.
The little octopus man's words and actions were set by the chief. This was the first time it spoke to him in a pleading tone.
Those black eyes stared at him quietly across the screen, with a hint of sadness in them.
-If that day comes, I will still continue to be busy on Cloud Island as set. But I will leave this terminal, I'm sorry, you have a shadow of 21, seeing you reminds me of it.
An Yu was about to ask something more when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching behind the rooftop door. He subconsciously turned his head to look. At the same time, the terminal vibrated again.
The little octopus man hesitated and a message popped up.
-My slow calculation seems to be due to the paralysis of the central system, and the calculations are redistributed back to the human servers. However, the computing power of the human servers has dropped significantly. Now the AI of the entire cloud island is scrambling to take advantage of the pitiful computing power... Mo Pears...are missing.
An Yu hurriedly read through that paragraph, his eyes fixed on the last few words.
There was a sound of pushing the door open, but it was not the black figure who appeared at the door.
The wind rolled down the white hood. An put his hands in his pockets and looked at An Yu indifferently.
He reached out and took the lollipop out of his mouth, "Hey."
An Yu hesitated for a moment, "Um...are you? An?"
Although he has never been in contact with An Ning, he heard that it is a combination of An and Ning - no matter how small the proportion of Ning is, it seems that it should not be so rude.
An impatiently stuffed the lollipop back into her mouth and put the hood back on her head.
