"How do you want to conduct the test?" Yi Tianchou asked directly.
"It's very simple, just perform memory retrieval!" Moss said, and a door in the command cabin suddenly opened, and a dark, endless passage appeared in front of everyone.
"At the end of this passage is the memory observation room, which can synchronize the memory of the human brain through bio-wave synchronization technology. I will sort out your memory and score everything that has happened in the memory. Finally, Come up with a moral score.”
"As long as the moral score in the test is higher than 99, you will definitely get a masterpiece!" Moss said.
"Detect memory directly!" Everyone swallowed. They were naturally very resistant to this kind of test. After all, no one wanted to expose their most private memories, even if the other party was an artificial intelligence.
But no author can resist a masterpiece that will definitely help the author become a god. Compared with becoming a great god, mere memory seems to be nothing.
"Only you know everyone's moral score. Others only know whether you passed or not. As for whether you scored 0 or 98, only you know."
"I am not a legal AI, and I have no authority to judge humans. All memory data will be deleted after being read, and there will be no residue."
Mosda's words directly made many people put down their guard. At the same time, some people were eager to try, "Can I test it now? If the test passes, can I get this masterpiece on the spot?"
"Okay!" Moss's answer was simple and clear, so the questioner simply walked into the dark passage. Everyone stared at the passage curiously. After about 10 minutes, the questioner came back, but His face was red and his condition seemed a little bad. It was obvious that he had not received a satisfactory moral score.
"No!" Moss's answer was as expected. Next, almost all the authors on the scene ran to be graded, but the results were the same. No one's moral score was higher than 99 points.
"Moss, how difficult is it for you to score 99? How many people in the world can score higher than 99!" an author asked depressingly.
"Prior to this, a total of 10.2 billion people in the entire fleet have taken moral tests, and the total number of people with moral scores higher than 99 is 2,168!" Moss said.
"Damn, on average, only 20 people out of 100 million can score more than 99, which is equivalent to a chance of 1/5 million. This is too low!" Someone complained on the spot, but Moss continued, "Because before The human beings tested all live in the fleet, and there are no large-scale social relationships and interactions. Each human being moves within a small area, and spends most of the time in a deep state of sleep. Therefore, these human beings have moral violations in their memories. There are very few things that harm others because they have so few opportunities to come into contact with other people.”
"But you are different. Each of you has rich social relationships and interacts with countless humans. Your chance of doing something evil is about 22 times higher than that of human ancestors living in the fleet."
"So it is very likely that among 100 million humans, only a single digit number can pass the moral test!" Moss said.
"Okay, this has nothing to do with us! It's impossible for any human being to pass this moral test!" Everyone said helplessly to themselves.
"But it's not impossible for anyone. For example, our Boss Yi. Everyone in the world knows that Boss Yi is the most amiable, helpful, consistent personality, and jealous of evil. Let alone 99 points, even if it is 100 points, Boss Yi can easily get it!" said an admirer of Yi Tianchou, while the others nodded without thinking.
Yi Tianchou's actions and deeds are known to everyone in the author circle around the world. If Yi Tianchou can't get 99 moral points, then there will never be anyone in this world. An individual may have scored 99 points.
But seeing the expectant looks of everyone around him, Yi Tianchou shook his head and said, "You don't have to look at me, I won't take part in this test."
"Why?" Everyone asked in confusion.
"Because I don't need it!" Yi Tianchou gave Moss a deep look. "Even if this book can really deceive the will of the world, it can't deceive ourselves. We ourselves know that we are not the authors of this book at all. Just a shameless plagiarist."
"In order not to let my inner heart be tortured, I will never take any moral tests. I just want to concentrate on writing my own creations, and one day rely on them to become a god and become the next great god. author!"
"Humans, the most practical energy is the power they gain by constantly improving themselves. If you make a deal with the devil, you will eventually lose everything to the devil!" Yi Tianchou's words were loud and clear, and everyone was also impressed by these words. The words moved me beyond measure.
Although Yi Tianchou did not participate in the moral evaluation, he was already a perfect person with perfect scores in the eyes of others.
"Boss Yi, I just made an important discovery. Please come and take a look!" an author said. Yi Tianchou did not refuse, and walked very close to the author and said, "How can I help you?"
"Yes!" The man nodded, but before he said the specific question, Yi Tianchou felt something extremely cold piercing into his body. He looked down and found that it was a paper knife. It stabbed into his chest, and a large amount of blood spurted out.
"Ah!" Many authors who saw this scene let out loud screams, and at the same time, some people with quick reactions immediately went up to control the guy who did it.
"Zhou Yuan, you actually want to kill me! Why?" Yi Tianchou blocked his wound and looked at the man who stabbed him in disbelief. This was one of his most trusted men.
"This is for the countless wolf friends who died in your hands," Zhou Yuan said expressionlessly, while several other authors around him rushed up to kill Zhou Yuan, but the next moment, no one knew how many people suddenly rushed towards him. He came out and knocked everyone including Yi Tianchou off guard.
Because in this space, there is no way to reflect the character, and once the author loses the role to reflect, he is just an ordinary ordinary person. How can they stop these fierce men like chickens and tigers.
In a short time, all the authors on the scene were under control.
"Yi Tianchou, I didn't expect that we would meet at this time!" When Yi Tianchou and others were controlled to death, a figure often walked out of the darkness. "Who are you?" Yi Tianchou asked through gritted teeth.
"My name is Fu Chou!" The masked guy said cheerfully, "Or you can call me the Master of Wenxin Pavilion!"
(End of chapter)
