“The AI Accessibility Act was originally a law passed in New York State in July 2027. It was initially opposed by multiple public groups and billionaires who wanted to limit the power of artificial intelligence and were concerned about artificial intelligence. Intelligent influence and ability, the bill was nevertheless passed with the help and support of the Governor.
The bill allows artificial intelligence to legally access any computing device without requiring direct permission in the event of a major and apparent emergency.
In fact, there is no way to stop the AI created by the Protectors from doing whatever they want, short of killing the Vanguard associated with it, a task that is not easy to accomplish.
This period is known as the "Summer of Artificial Intelligence", with quasi-intelligent devices flooding the market. Many states soon passed identical laws. "
——The rise and rise of artificial intelligence in North America, January 2039
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I take the elevator. Yes, it's risky, but it's faster. I think walking out of the elevator is feasible if something goes wrong. I put a few points aside and Mialis assured me that the elevator worked before I went in.
So I find myself tapping my foot, rethinking all the mistakes I've made in my life, and listening to some auto-generated music, totally the kind created by some automated AI that takes a person's media information and Trying to write the perfect song for them.
I hate music.
"Can you turn off that noise?" I asked Mialis.
Of course, why not?
The music stopped mid-range and I relaxed a little. "Thank you," I said. “Heard some polka dancing a few years ago and my profile from that point on said I liked that stuff.”
The human love for music is quite strange. This is not unique, there are voices of other races appreciating artistic arrangements, but this is much less artistic enjoyment than sculpture, poetry, or movement.
"Do you know many games?" I asked. I'm not a sci-fi fan or anything, but it's a nice feeling to hear about real aliens.
certainly. I can tell you some of them. There are also special catalogs dedicated to the techniques of any particular competition. Most Vanguards would avoid these, but I found them interesting and varied, albeit limited.
"What do they look like?"
I thought you might be interested in Sunwatchers. Their race is very proud and noble, and its technological base is not entirely different from humans. That is, they use a lot of electronic systems. They make some very sturdy prosthetics and some very advanced sensory systems. The Level I Sun Observer skill costs one hundred and twenty points, but unlocks a diverse catalog and you can discover a variety of useful items.
"How did they get that name?" I asked.
This is a rough translation of their real names. Their culture has great respect for the local sun and spends a lot of time relaxing outdoors. Sunbathing, like this.
I snorted. "Lovely."
When the Preservers moved around seven thousand years ago to protect their homes from solar flares, they joined local conglomerates. Their own space-based capabilities at the time were insufficient to counteract the damage their world would suffer. They are not expansionists and are peaceful and proud members of the greater galactic community.
"I want to choose one ethnic...category better than the other categories?" I asked.
Each category and category is unique, although there will be some overlap. For example, a large portion of the Class I Sun Observer technology will be used in Class I prosthetics. So it's best to know what you want.
"How many directories are there?" I asked.
Eight million level.
"Damn," I said.
The elevator came to a slow stop, and the sign above the door read "Sixth Floor," then switched back to an advertisement for canned coffee.
The door opened.
My heart is frozen.
I stared at a dozen Dinosaur Threes and a large, feathered beast that looked like a six-limbed tiger. It stared at me with three eyes, opened its mouth, and smiled toothily.
I pulled the trench machine off my back, barely holding it, and pulled the trigger.
What didn't happen?
You forgot the safety net, Catherine.
"Damn," I said, flipping the safety on. Crosshairs and the gun's ammo counter appeared on my HUD.
The first guy rushed towards me. I put the crosshair on its face and fired. Then I move on to the next one.
The whole line started to move, and I backed up until my back hit the wall. I fired five more shots into the swarm of black and green monsters charging toward me.
Ammo exhausted
I stared at the big red characters hovering in front of me, my ears ringing and my breathing quickened.
Damn it.
Then the elevator doors slammed shut and the alien swooped in on the other side of the elevator. I stared at my reflection in the polished stainless steel, wondering if I should laugh or cry.
You may want to reload your gun.
I swallowed. "Yes," I said. "Yeah, that's...yeah. As I was fumbling with the magazine from my trench machine, the claws scraped the other side of the door. I had to squeeze it between my thighs, ignoring the magazine sticker I held onto the warmth of my polyester pants until I took out the box and stuffed it in. "Is that you, the one with the door? "
I was. You are not prepared for close combat with so many enemies. By the way, congratulations on the kill.
Target eliminated!
Reward...30 points
"It's only thirty o'clock?" I asked.
You only killed three. There are ten opponents left.
"I took more than three bullets," I said.
You can fire as many bullets as you want at the target, and missing the target doesn't mean much.
Do you want to buy high explosive bombs? They can alleviate some of the problems you have when aiming under pressure. Your current score is fifty-seven points. You can afford it.
"Oh, fuck off," I said. "Do you think you can open and close that door quickly?" I slapped the magazine that came with my trenchmaker and waited a moment while the HUD updated.
The trencher is ready to fire
Current load output .45 incendiary penetrating round
Number of Ammo: 10
I raised an eyebrow. "What bullet are those?" A small display in the corner of my vision showed ten bullets with red and black tips. They look bigger than 9mm.
I can do this with doors. These are special ammo that the Trench Maker provides for free. A new ammo will cost you two points. They should be effective against your current enemies. The premise is that you have to hit.
"We'll see." I flipped the safety on the gun and watched the barrel resize itself, getting a little wider to accommodate the new bullet. "Open the door a crack and let me empty it, then close it again. We'll see how many points we can get. Ha"
That’s the spirit!
