Washington, D.C., USA.

For those who are familiar with the capital, the city's dead air has always been a daily routine they are used to.

As the morning sun swept over the city, the streets were bustling with cars and pedestrians, but it was impossible to believe that it was a vibrant city.

Compared to the hectic financial Apple, everything in the capital looks lively and orderly.

The city's population is far from what is commonly known as the capital, and is nowhere near even comparable to that of a medium-sized commercial city.

Seeing through the curtains, the most glamorous side of the city came into view, but Zhao Xuan's face had a hint of sarcasm.

"Do you know what the Tao is for, do I think the SAR is lifeless?"

David was standing behind Zhao Xuan at this time, and the position he could see was Zhao Xuan's white and delicate neck.

So slender, so pretty.

If you kiss it during intimacy, it will definitely leave an enviable red mark.

If you pinch it with both hands, it probably doesn't take much effort for this slender neck to break.

David imagined all kinds of possibilities, and wanted to stretch out his hands and press them on Zhao Xuan's neck.

But David finally held back, he looked at Zhao Xuan's back, and naturally asked, "What is it for?" ”

"Because probably the worst bureaucracy in the whole of America is concentrated in this city." Zhao Xuan said in her light and cold voice, "The system, all kinds of procedures, high-sounding nonsense, intrigue...... Here, dreams are the most vile and shady motivators. ”

Although he didn't quite agree with Zhao Xuan's words, David also had to admit that some of Zhao Xuan's sarcasm was very reasonable.

The so-called political center will probably always be like this, right?

David suddenly realized vigilantly that his thinking pattern was imperceptibly affected by Zhao Xuan, which made him a little annoyed, and he simply asked directly, "So what are we going to do next?" Going to a sit-in in front of the White House? Or do you go directly to the Pentagon hand in hand to visit old friends? ”

Zhao Xuan turned his head and looked at David.

"Haven't you always been patient?"

"That was before." David was about to reach a state of outspokenness to Zhao Xuan, "Now I just want to know the answer as soon as possible." ”

The corners of Zhao Xuan's mouth raised: "What?" Got suspicious of me? ”

"Nope." David tried to calm his emotions as calmly as possible and not be affected by Zhao Xuan, "I'm a man and hate waiting." ”

"But waiting is a romance for women." Zhao Xuan said indifferently, "Of course we still have to wait, and it will take time." ”

David shook his head, although he didn't know what Zhao Xuan wanted to do, he still waited patiently for the final answer.

Zhao Xuan returned to the room and didn't know what to do, David was a little curious, but he didn't dare to snoop.

Zhao Xuan's knife really cut off part of David's courage.

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At the same time, in the third-floor office area of the Pentagon on the outskirts of Washington, nearly 70 years old, Harrison Murphy, a member of the Defense Department's senior advisory group, is nearly 70 years old. Med is reviewing a report.

The report details the potential for the most current threat to the U.S. homeland.

For the average person, the content of this report may be somewhat ludicrous. Because the content of the report includes the mythical Maya prediction of the end of the world, alien attacks, the increased possibility of thermonuclear war, and the possibility of small black holes in the European quantum collider.

Under normal circumstances, most people would think that this should be a funny document, and these unreliable red flags have spread all over the world through Hollywood movies and all kinds of bizarre novels. Everyone talked about them lively, but they never believed it.

But here, Harrison. Maide still looked at each one carefully, even though some of the entries he had read many times in other documents.

Since the sixties of the last century, such reports have been produced annually and sent to the Ministry of Defense at the end of the summer for the advisers to consult.

Flipping through the pages one by one, including the content that a Japanese professor is modifying the virus and creating a superbug that the whole world can't resist, Harrison. Meddu watched very attentively.

Harrison is part of the U.S. Department of Defense's top advisory group, which includes the directors of the Bureau of Strategic Information and the Bureau of Future Strategic Planning. As an intelligence officer who has served the United States since the last century, Harrison's selection to the advisory group naturally depends on his ability rather than his position.

All the way to the last page, Harrison suddenly found an entry that had never appeared in the previous report.

SP-005。

It's a number, and it also represents a magical time that once was.

There are too many files and records of entering the black zone in the Department of Defense, and the elder Harrison has long been accustomed to this.

Even though he is approaching the age of seventy, Harrison's memory is still amazing, and his logical thinking skills have not diminished at all. He remembered the black files that had been put together in every decade, and he remembered the contents of each file.

In Harrison's self-deprecating words, if he hadn't continued his work at the Pentagon, he would have been assassinated a hundred times.

The prosaic number SP begins with a symbol that represents a dramatic change in the seemingly prosperous United States in the eighties of the last century.

Seeing this number, Harrison rubbed his eyebrows, and suddenly felt upset.

Harrison raised his hand and pressed the call bell on the table.

"Kenny, come over here."

Kenny, who served as Harrison's assistant, was a standard Department of Defense white-collar worker, with a neat suit, neat and meticulous short hair, tall and handsome, even a little sunny, and a pair of eyes that looked more like an idol star than an office clerk.

"Boss, what do you command?"

Harrison tossed the report in his hand to Kenny: "Is it automatically generated by 'Athena' this time?" ”

Kenny glanced at the report, which was the highest privilege he had access to at his level.

"Yes, boss. This year's report by the Goddess of Wisdom is two days later than last year's, probably because the Strategic Reserve Bureau has mobilized too many resources. ”

The age spots on Harrison's face trembled with his expression, and Kennie, who knew him well, knew that it was a precursor to the old man's intention to lose his temper.

Sure enough, it took less than two seconds for his emotions to brew before Harrison began to explode, his eyes narrowed and he roared at Kenny, "I'm tired of the so-called behavior analysis technique now!" What is this? Go, tell the Director, I want a meeting of all members of the advisory group! ”

Kenny was always a little afraid of the old man he was serving, and he subconsciously took a step back, and then despised his cowardice in his heart.

"Okay, boss, I know what to do."

The same question is not limited to Harrison, many members of the senior advisory group have asked similar questions, and it is difficult for them to imagine that a number that has been forgotten by the times can be turned over and identified as the greatest danger that could threaten the American homeland.

The meeting of the Advisory Board was convened immediately after 30 minutes.

In the Pentagon, all administrative processes are slightly lengthy, and efficiency becomes a possible term only after a certain level of administrative hierarchy.

The members of the advisory group are all in different office areas, and they rarely move around each other, so the meeting can only be a video conference.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I think everyone knows why I started the meeting for Lu." Harrison Sr., who has lived through all the eras, from the Cold War to the present cyber war, is recognized as a hero of silence, "I hope the Department of Defense will prohibit computers from automatically generating threat reports." I'm tired of these fragments of information from the web, and I'm tired of this stupid thing that replaces thinking...... I don't think it's wise for the government to spend a lot of money every year on this, and we need a stronger military force, not this kind of false report! ”

There were eight avatars on the LCD screen, and while Harrison Sr. spoke, the rest of the avatars listened in silence.

The members of the advisory board are good listeners, but they are stingy with words.

After Harrison finished his opinion, he pressed the stop button, and waited quietly for others on the LAN to speak.

After a moment of customary silence, the Director of Strategic Information spoke first.

"Mr. Harrison, I don't think our calculations are necessarily wrong......"

The plan to automatically generate threat reports came from the Bureau of Strategic Information, and Harrison's words were undoubtedly a resounding slap in the face to the Bureau.

"Reason."

"The reason is that the goddess of wisdom has never miscalculated." Carter, the director of strategic information, was a gray-haired black man with a deep, reserved gaze that stood in stark contrast to the still-agitated old Harrison.

"Including the war in the Central Asian region?" The Director of the Future Strategic Planning Bureau coldly asked, "We have paid the heaviest price for this!" ”

Carthusian was instantly dumbfounded, and the war in Central Asia was an eternal pain for the United States, just like the Vietnam War and the Korean War in the last century.

That time was the first performance of the Goddess of Wisdom, and the calculations at that time led to the war that is still protracted, and the axis of evil theory was also generated from the report at that time.

The reason why the Goddess of Wisdom has survived to this day is only because the Department of Defense really needs a supercomputer of the highest level, not because it really is amazing.

The entire advisory panel was made up of old people, and Harrison's proposal was undoubtedly more than one of them. In the eyes of these people, although the computer age is beautiful and convenient, it cannot replace the role of people.

In response to this one-sided situation, Carthus sarcastically said, "Are you all dystopian lovers?" ”

Harrison summed up his proposal in one sentence.

"Carthus, I don't think the human mind can ever be replaced."

"But you still need these tools that you think are stupid."

"Because they're tools, it's stupid to rely on them completely!" Harrison's voice was loud and his tone was impulsive, "Carter, tell me, would you rather trust a computer, or believe the eight of us?" ”

This is a question that cannot be answered in any other way, and Carter sighs helplessly and voluntarily exits the video.

Withdrawal meant compromise and abstention, and the outcome of the meeting was adopted logically.

After doing all this, Harrison returned to the office and loosened his tie and sat back on the couch.

Outside the transparent glass wall, various screens flickered in the busy hall, like projections of the worldly realms falling here.