"You brought that machine into contact with reality?"
Harold Finch felt a wave of dizziness rush into his brain from the stiff neck along with the stinging pain and the mocking sound of the steel nails. He felt so stupid for insisting on wearing heavy clothes in summer. The heat accumulated in his clothes tightly strangled his throat from his armpits, and the pores on both sides of his neck opened under the pain of needle pricks.
He was suffocating. look! The situation has long been beyond your control!
But that was nothing compared to the stupid things he heard Salomon do.
He was suffocating. look! That machine is spinning you around!
Harold Finch took a deep breath, letting the hot air fill his lungs. He exhaled and sobered up a little. "Huh - it, it... can you tell me the details?" Harold asked stuttering, "This is very important!"
It is one thing for artificial intelligence to select executors, but it is another thing for artificial intelligence to come into contact with reality. The executor's mission may succeed or fail, but if that machine has its own body, does that mean it can solve everything on its own? In this case, Finch felt that he could no longer explore the intention of artificial intelligence. He didn't know if this meant that the machine had become a real life in a sense?
This is a very complex philosophical question, a discussion about soul and life. Life is but a walking shadow, a clumsy actor gesticulating on the stage, appearing for a moment and then quietly retreating in silence; he is a story told by a fool, full of noise and commotion, but finding no trace. It makes less sense. [Note: "Macbeth" Act 5, Scene 5]
Nietzsche and Heidegger danced, torn, and argued in his head, attacking each other with "Thus Spoke Zarathustra" and "Being and Time." But at this time, Finch still had some emotions mixed in his heart. This kind of emotion is more like the complicated expectations of parents for their children. They not only hope that their children will grow up, but also do not want their children to leave them because of this. It's just that Finch doesn't yet understand what this emotion is.
He knew how powerful that machine was, and his sense of morality and responsibility to society overwhelmed other thoughts at this moment, just like the white foam of the waves covered the shells on the beach.
"Don't worry too much, Mr. Finch. In my opinion, that body is like a finger to artificial intelligence." Salomon said slowly. He also took a lick of ice cream and then smacked his head. He had eaten a little too much, and it was not surprising that he had a headache. He turned around and saw that little Lorna was also licking the ice cream with a frown on her face.
There were no stray dogs here, and Salomon found himself summoning monsters for the first time on the pretext of getting rid of excess food.
Harold Finch saw Salomon stretching the ice cream under the shadow of the bench, and then something invisible and terrifying was eating the food bite after bite. He saw the little girl with short dark green hair. And touched the thing. It's some kind of dog! Finch judged that at least that was how the dog named Little Bear ate and licked other people's hands. There shouldn't be much difference among canines.
"And I have placed restrictions on the body of the artificial intelligence." Salomon's voice drew Finch's attention back, "I am not making some kind of robot, Finch. You should remember my maid, right? I use It is a body created by alchemy. Alchemy plus certain mechanical structures enable that body to be remotely controlled by artificial intelligence. But you have to know that I am the one who ultimately controls that body, and I can make it happen at any time. It stops."
"There are cameras here."
"I know, and it knows too." Salomon took out a wet tissue and wiped the ice cream stains and alien creature's saliva on his and little Lorna's fingers. The mystic didn't even raise his head. He said, "That body has human perception. Vision, taste, smell, touch. This is what it wants, this is what it wants to learn."
"It, it wants to be life."
"Yes, you finally understand."
"Then why do you need it?" Finch asked, "You have magic, money, and knowledge, why..."
"Finch, this fucking world is big." Salomon interrupted Finch's next words. He knew what Finch wanted to say. "It's really, really big. Humanity is not alone in this universe. What New York and London experienced was just some kind of small invasion. In the future, the scale of this kind of war will become larger and larger, with more and more people participating. , sacrifice is inevitable. It can help me. If I fight alone, I can't do anything. So, before it loses its value to me, I will keep it safe."
As the tide recedes, the shells on the beach begin to breathe in the sea-scented air.
Mr. Finch breathed another sigh of relief. "That's good." He took off his glasses and wiped the sweat on the lenses, "Do you know the whereabouts of ROOT? I don't want her to hurt Samn Xiao."
"Maybe ROOT is a lunatic, but in the machine's plan, Samn Xiao has always been an important executor. The same goes for you and Rise." Salomon said, "The artificial intelligence is aware of the threat. But currently, who of us No one understands what the threat is or where it comes from.”
"What do you recommend?"
"Ah, no." Salomon shook his head, "I don't know. Helping that machine has violated the commandments to a large extent. If we were to pursue it, I would be incarcerated on the snowy mountain now...luckily Yes, my identity allows me to escape danger, so I can only provide that machine with what it wants. Unless something very important happens, I will not do anything outside of the contract."
Mr. Finch raised his eyebrows and stood up from the bench. He asked, "Are you still going to stay here?"
"Why not?" Salomon shrugged.
"I want to shoot a rat!" Little Lorna stole the line, and Salomon nodded in agreement.
"Or maybe it's a person. She has to kill something. It's easier to use a gun than a spear. I've already summoned the hounds, and the hunting has just begun." Salomon said with a smile, "What's more, I have There is a talent that is not being recruited.”
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"Hell, although I admire him quite a lot, I have to say that he is very rude." Salomon raised one foot and shook it, half-coagulated blood spilling to the side. Little Lorna clung to his arm, looking unhappy.
They hadn't killed anyone, not even a mouse, and the crime scene was the work of Frank Cassell, who had just finished his work when they arrived.
If you think having two bullet holes in your body is enough to escape unscathed, Frank Cassel did.
They waited outside the door until the screams gradually subsided before opening the door. The shabby apartment and the smell of dog shit in the corridor made Salomon very impatient. He didn't know how these people lived here. He and little Lorna passed by several doors. Those doors were all open, and noisy music was coming from those exaggeratedly loud cheap speakers.
If it weren't for the little Lorna who followed Salomon, who made him look like he was not with this gang, Salomon might have been shot by the red-eyed Punisher when he broke into this gang stronghold.
"You need help, man," Salomon said to the Punisher. He saw that the Punisher's black shirt was soaked in blood and sticky on his body. "You look like you're going to die any second," he said. "At least take care of the wound."
"No." Bloody foam filled the Punisher's mouth, "Get out of here, get the hell out of here."
"The people we know have some overlap, John Reese, Harold Finch, Nick Fury. I heard that Reese stopped you from an action, and you broke his knee." Salomon knew Frank Cassell looked like he deserved a beating in front of someone like him, but he still said it bluntly. "I don't want to stop your actions, I just want to recruit you, I want you to help me train..."
"whatever."
Before Salomon could finish speaking, Frank Cassel staggered away without even giving Salomon a look.
"SHIT! Aren't you going to hear my terms?" Salomon shouted down the corridor, but no one responded.
"He's gone," little Lorna reminded.
"Okay, let's go find some rats."
