"You need me!" Root smiled happily, "She told me all."
The artificial intelligence created by Mr. Finch regarded her as its executor, and Root dedicated her body and mind to the God lurking in the online world. Root refers to the machine as her, Salomon uses it, and the two have completely opposite views on artificial intelligence. Root's idea is undoubtedly extremely crazy to normal people, and it also makes Salomon once again curious about the code that Mr. Finch originally wrote.
What kind of technology can create such an artificial intelligence that is almost equivalent to life? You know, even Jarvis of the Stark Group is far from this artificial intelligence in terms of intelligence, and Jarvis was created by the genius Tony Stark - it's a bit unfair to say that. Fair, because Stark focused a lot of energy on mechanical creation - but in any case, when Google's artificial intelligence was still acting as NSDAP on the Internet, Jarvis already had his own judgment ability, to this extent The intelligence of AI has exceeded the artificial intelligence being developed in many countries around the world.
"My knowledge in computer science is quite shallow, and my ability is limited to web page production at the level of a small town public institution." Salomon generously exposed his shortcomings, "I suffer from stress hair loss when I see codes. The doctor said it is psychological. Question. I prefer to see magic runes than codes. Act quickly, your god needs several servers, and I also need to install an alchemy body for it."
"I will agree to her order." Root followed Salomon as he walked forward on the road that had not yet been cleared. Although she was underground, she could still feel the cold, and the fine powder from the building debris beneath her feet made her soles ache. They left in such a hurry that they didn't have time to pick up the items stored in the mental hospital - "Although mental retardation is easy to use, not everyone will fall victim to it." Salomon explained in detail, "There are always a few A determined person can take control of the situation."
"Magic." Root brushed away the hair that dangled in front of her eyes. "This is something she can't analyze. Magic is not in her logical judgment, and neither are aliens. She classifies such incidents as 'unknown threats', so Like a monster under the bed, from time to time it will crawl up and touch your ankles with its cold hands. The same goes for you, Salomon."
"At least I'm not hiding under the bed and touching people's ankles, that would be too bad."
"This is just a metaphor. You should have some literary literacy. The courses at Eton College have this content." Root changed the topic quickly. Before Salomon could refute her slander about his literary literacy, she jumped When it comes to the next topic, it’s as quick and simple as walking down the stairs. "I'm curious, why can I receive her signal underground?" she asked. "As far as I know, your communication network has not been established yet. Are we underground in New York?"
"Location through the Internet is unreliable, but the network cable is indeed brought from New York." Salomon supported her and helped her jump over the collapsed reinforced concrete wall to avoid scratching her ankles. This wall with exquisite colorful mosaic tiles has suffered some kind of damage. The pictures on it are so broken that they cannot be seen clearly. Only small reflections flicker with the movement of the viewer. In a daze, Root felt that the sense of gravity had disappeared. The small colored lights in front of her eyes seemed to be reflected in the stars under the ground. As long as she jumped down, she could fly into the deep and dark sky.
She stepped on the broken stars out of curiosity. She felt that even cutting her toes was worth it.
"This is the underground of Rome," Salomon said. "Not far above us is the Vatican."
"Oh, you are really a gentleman. Judging from your educational experience, you must be one of the best." Root jumped over the stars, and You and Salomon set foot on the road covered by darkness.
"Some of the records in Eton are on paper and cannot be seen by the machine. But I can tell you that I am the teacher's whipping assistant." Salomon briefly mentioned his educational experience, but this was The words sounded like showing off in a bar, "But I haven't whipped a few students, and the principal doesn't dare to punish powerful students. What I hate most is the singing on Saturdays, that's so stupid. ."
Silence enveloped the next section of the road, and Salomon couldn't help but chew on what he had just said. He felt that his social skills needed to be improved, and this kind of silence in a one-on-one conversation was quite embarrassing - but Root was actually listening to the information sent by the artificial intelligence and had no time to pay attention to Salomon.
As they approached the powered building, Root spoke again.
Apparently, she got some key information from the AI. The machine believed that Root must know something about Salomon before working with him. Don’t get me wrong, artificial intelligence just thinks that Root is a very useful tool. Several captive turkeys swaggered past them, and one of them pecked Salomon's boots arrogantly.
The mystic explained that this was an animal raised by the druids who lived here, and this was their druid training. "I didn't pay much attention to the portal when I first saw it. Now I have a general idea of your ability. Now I have a general understanding of your ability." She said, "Is it the whole world? If possible, I think Go buy some clothes."
She pulled up her baggy blue and white striped hospital gown. "All my clothes were left in the mental hospital."
"No problem. Miss Maya Hansen will take care of you. She is your new colleague. I believe you must know who she is. After you install those servers, I also need you to assist the artificial people in setting up the network. Pull a light broadband above your head." The mystic mage seemed a little embarrassed, "This is a private commission, I will pay you a reward."
"Thank you very much," Root said. "Also, I want to tell you something. In fact, Homeland Security is also targeting you. They saw your face."
"It doesn't matter. There is a magic contract. If they violate the contract, they will be punished without any delay. In fact, someone has already violated the contract, I know." Salomon smiled sinisterly, "They will investigate I heard my name, but I couldn't say it. And those people close to my apartment... SHIELD is very efficient, and so is Hydra. What I can't get, others can't get, I think SHIELD The bureau’s agents are more powerful.”
Root also smiled.
Although the food in the mental hospital made her a little haggard, a beautiful and warm smile still bloomed on her face, and she seemed to want to use this smile to bribe Salomon. People who don't know her nature will most likely accept it happily, but Salomon knows that Root is a real madman, even crazier than him.
"It seems that you are working with those secret service organizations, Salomon. So, don't you feel sad that people are killed at gunpoint every day near your residence?"
"You overestimated my kindness once again, Ms. Root."
"How old were you when you first killed someone?" Root seemed to notice something. She showed a sly smile and suddenly threw a question that caught Salomon off guard.
"Why do you say this?"
"Don't you want to tell me?" Root raised her eyebrows provocatively. She seemed to think Salomon was just a red-headed match that could catch fire just by wiping his butt.
"Why do you think I have the personality of an ordinary teenager, madam?" Salomon frowned, "Trogen does make people impulsive, but if I can't suppress this impulse, I won't be able to learn magic. "
"Really? If you don't mind, I can provide you with psychological treatment. I am a psychiatrist, I have certification."
