After packing up my things a little, Han Fuyu and I went to the station to meet the others and took the train back. During the time I was in, many of the Combine forces moved out of bunkers and lived outside, leaving only the poor technical personnel in the bunkers as the last line of defense.

When I got back to the bunker, instead of going to my dorm to pack up and move outside like everyone else, I went straight to the bishop's office.

In the bishop's office, Xiao Chen was still on duty. I pushed open the door and saw Xiao Chen at his desk with his head buried in his things to pack his things, his luggage was already piled up in the corner, and it seemed that he was going to leave as soon as his duty was over.

"Commander-in-chief." I shouted as I stood in the doorway.

Xiao Chen turned around, saw that it was me, suddenly launched a ruthless, grabbed a book in his hand and slammed it at me, scolding: "Why do you still have the face to come back?!" Don't you think I haven't lost enough of my face?"

I quickly blocked the book he had lost, and when I looked down, I saw that he had just lost an English version of Leviathan. What happened to me and Christian really damaged Xiao Chen's reputation, after all, he personally selected both of us.

"I know, but I have one last piece of information to report." I leaned over and picked up Leviathan and said.

Xiao Chen continued to pack his things, and said angrily, "What information do you have?" I haven't been in the official uniform for more than a month, what other information can I have?"

"Christian, he's actually been turned into a puppet by artificial intelligence. This information was told to me at the cost of his life when he was still sober!" I said seriously.

"What did you say?!" Xiao Chen was stunned and stared at me with wide eyes. I breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that he still believed me.

"Commander-in-chief, what is next, believe it or not, please be sure to listen to me!"

Xiao Chen was silent for a long time, motionless like a statue at his desk. He may begin to feel that things are not what he imagined, but that there is something else going on, and even subverting his original perceptions.

"You say, I'll listen." Xiao Chen walked back to his office chair and sat down, as he usually listened to me report to Christian.

"In fact, the general strategic approach we have adopted from the beginning of the war to the present is wrong. Whether it's entering the virtual space, battling the intelligence ontology, or making a plan to fire the prairie and gradually eliminate artificial intelligence, it will only backfire.

The purpose of the artificial intelligence side is actually to force human beings to abandon conventional methods of warfare and use virtual space armies to fight. “

When Xiao Chen heard this, he interrupted me and asked in disbelief: "Assuming what you said is right, aren't they worried that they are killing themselves by doing so?" They killed so many high-order intelligences in the war. “

"What they want to do is to kill themselves!" I point out the key issues.

"Why?" Xiao Chen was skeptical.

I sighed and explained, "One of the worst mistakes we made was to judge AI based on human experience. It has led directly to the failure of the formulation of the general strategy and general guidelines and has led us to a dead end of adventurism.

Artificial intelligence is a completely different creature from humans, and they must not be viewed simply from the perspective of human beings because they are anthropomorphic.

We have always focused on the theoretical research and applied research of artificial intelligence, so that artificial intelligence is always placed under the framework of human beings. Although there are hypotheses and experiments that are free from manipulation, not enough attention is paid to the results, so in the end, no theory related to the AI society can be established.

The social theory of artificial intelligence that I am talking about does not refer to the use of sociological methods to study artificial intelligence, but refers to a set of theories established after studying the social forms that artificial intelligence may form.

Privately, I have had many in-depth exchanges with the technical department, and combined with my own experience, I found that the biggest difference between artificial intelligence and human beings is that they have far more learning and evolution capabilities than human beings, and have a very high demand for 'living space'.

So, if you put such a group of artificial intelligence together, what will become of them in order to survive?"

When Xiao Chen heard this, he raised his hand and motioned for me not to say any more. He got up from his chair and paced around the room, thinking about the questions I had asked as he went.

He thought about it for about three minutes before he stopped and said to me, "At least, they have a very different route from us."

"Yes." I nodded, "They won't be able to form a human-like society in the end, and there may be a similar transition stage." The demand for artificial intelligence is very amazing, behind the ultra-high learning and evolution efficiency, there must be sophisticated algorithms and powerful hardware to support, a little behind, will be coveted by more advanced artificial intelligence, and the competition between them is extremely cruel.

For example, they are like water, and when they are first poured into a container, they immediately fill the bottom with stitches. If some of the water is scooped away at the moment, the rest will immediately fill in the empty space, taking up a larger bottom area. “

Xiao Chen also understood my words and added, "In other words, they will occupy the available hardware resources as much as possible to help them evolve. But why do you use water as a metaphor? Water and water are poured together, and in the end it is still water. “

"That's another thing that sets them apart from humans. Each of us is an individual, but they can merge with each other in some way, they are water on the surface, and when they are fused, they are also water, colorless, transparent, but they are no longer the same water......"

Xiao Chen thought thoughtfully: "They are multiple consciousnesses in one brain, and in the end, only one consciousness can be the leader. “

"Yes, they are still attached to the machine in the end, and a long period of 'schizophrenia' is not conducive to the operation of the machine, so there is an urgent need for a unified consciousness.

In a nutshell, the self-evolution of the AI community is mainly to solve the following two basic contradictions:

1. The contradiction between the learning and evolution needs of artificial intelligence and limited hardware resources;

2. The contradiction between the need for unified consciousness of artificial intelligence and the state of division and isolation.

These two contradictions run through the whole process of the self-evolution of the artificial intelligence community without intervention.

So let's combine the characteristics of artificial intelligence and imagine what this evolution process will look like? ”

Xiao Chen took a deep breath and said with a solemn face: "It is full of killing, hypocrisy, betrayal, betrayal, plunder, expansion, and flight. ”

With every word he spoke, the temperature in the room seemed to drop by ten degrees until he finished speaking. Xiao Chen and I, as well as the bishop's office, were frozen in a frozen atmosphere, like the frozen Shanghai in "The Wandering Earth".

I seemed to hear the ice "click" open a dark and horrible crack. This crack completely separates humans from artificial intelligence.

Humans hold hands on one side of the rift, and on the other side are ghostly artificial intelligence.

The ghosts have no hands, not even anything. When they "hold hands", only a super-giant ghost remains.

"When they only have one left, it's the strongest." I say.

"Huh?" Xiao Chen glanced at me.

"This is what Christian said to me when he was drunk, and it can be regarded as a warning."

Xiao Chen shook his head and said, "No, what I'm more concerned about is, what will happen after the remaining one?" ”

I took out my phone, opened the memo, and showed Xiao Chen a piece of news from a few years ago-

In May 2017, Google released its AutoML project, which aims to help humans create other AI systems. Now, Google has announced that AutoML is up to the job. When it comes to developing machine learning software, AutoML has beaten human AI engineers and created AI systems that are more powerful and efficient than humans design.

The performance of this AI-created "sub-AI" has beaten that of human-created AI: in the test, the "sub-AI" system called NASNet achieved an accuracy rate of 82.7%, which is 1.2% higher than the previously announced results of similar AI products, and the system efficiency is 4% higher.

Sundar Pichai, CEO of Google, said: "Today, AI systems are all developed by hand by machine learning scientists, and there are only a few thousand scientists in the world who can do this. But we want to make that happening to thousands of developers. ”

I put away my phone and said to Xiao Chen: "Look, artificial intelligence can reproduce." When there is only one left, he will create a new version of himself and continue to evolve from generation to generation. The new AI will be developed by artificial intelligence, and humans will gradually become ignorant of it. “

Xiao Chen listened and was silent. He leaned over to open his luggage, took out what he had just put in, and put it back on the table, until the furnishings on the table were restored to their original state, and then he turned back and said:

"Alas, Yi Ouyi...... You and Christian are excellent, and I'm glad I pushed you to the task force in the first place...... I'm sorry for you, take a good rest, I'll go to the technical department and talk to Nick. “

"I'll go too." I say.

"You don't have enough permission, you can't get in. Leave it to me! He put on his coat, smiled, and walked briskly out of the office door, followed by the sound of running footsteps.

……

After conveying Christian's last words to Xiao Chen, I did not feel relieved or relieved, but even more worried. Before the destruction of the supersatellite, I couldn't sleep peacefully, and I still hadn't escaped murder, let alone a good rest.

I spent the whole night in insomnia.

The next day, I was idle and took the elevator to hang outside. The bunker is set up in the middle of nowhere, and there are very few idle people except for the Combine who have nothing to do here, so the people outside the bunker like me are all Combine members.

Almost all of them dragged a suitcase and craned their necks to wait for the car to pick them up to their new homes, and there were also one or two who spread out blankets and had a picnic on the grass, presumably technical personnel who were resting.

The temperature was actually not that low, and the snow outside had melted away overnight. I had just taken two steps when I suddenly heard the faint sound of a guitar coming from the grove above the bunker, the melody was soft and beautiful, and under the delicate finger playing, it was like a clear spring flowing, refreshing the heart, and people couldn't help but stop and listen to it, and indulge in it.

I listened to a passage from Francisco Tarrega's "Memories of the Alhambra" and went into the woods to find the player.

In the glade, a man and a woman sat on the ground, the man in a suit and the woman in a chiffon dress, holding a brown classical guitar and playing. I didn't expect that it would be a woman who would play the guitar, and it would be an old friend Nangong Xuan'er.

I didn't walk over to disturb her, and listened quietly to her finish.

Under her dexterous white fingers, the six strings of the guitar vibrate obediently, and a beautiful melody full of history and time flows like a stream, as if leaving the United States and coming to the Alhambra in Spain, seeing the splendor of the Moorish establishment of the Kingdom of Granada, and then to the brilliant end after the Spanish Restoration, the Iberian Peninsula changed the world.

At the end of the song, I couldn't help but applaud.

Nangong Xuan'er turned around, saw that it was me, and happily beckoned me to sit down. Her husband, Aota Fujiichi, also stood up and made room for me.

"Xuan'er, long time no see." I walked over and sat down with them.

Nangong Xuan'er put away the guitar and asked me with concern, "I heard that something happened to you?" It doesn't matter, right? “

"There won't be a problem for the time being." I pretended to be light-hearted.

Aota Fujiichi knows me well, and I communicate with him a lot about artificial intelligence. When he saw me, he was not as happy as Nangong Xuan'er, and whispered to me: "I have reflected some of the problems you told me. ”

"Okay." I nodded. In fact, Xiao Chen personally went out, and whatever the technical department said would be taken seriously, after all, Xiao Chen hadn't seen anyone since yesterday.

"Boss, I didn't expect that the two of you would come together." Nangong Xuan'er mentioned the matter of me and Han Fuyu with a smile.

I smiled slightly and said, "Just like at the beginning, I didn't expect you to end up with Qingtian." “

"What about Xiao Lin?" Nangong Xuan'er asked.

"She has matured a lot since coming with me, and she should slowly have her own ideas." I said thoughtfully.

Chen Xiaolin, this little girl is seven years younger than me, and when she came to San Francisco, she was still a little girl jumping up and down, and she didn't understand anything. After experiencing life and death, she saw it openly, and her heart was a lot more relaxed.

"Well, okay. If nothing else, we will be able to go back to Japan in March, and we can have a chance to play in Japan together, as well as in South Korea. Nangong Xuan'er warmly invited.

At this time, Qingtian Fujiichi's mobile phone rang, he took it out and looked at it, and said to Nangong, "It was my mother calling." “

Nangong Xuan'er and I both quieted down knowingly. Qingtian Fujiichi has been away from home longer than me, and the family must be panicking.

Aota Fujiichi answered the phone and chatted with his mother. He was a man who did not smile, but now he smiled happily, and it seemed that he was a child who was loved by his mother at home, which was enviable.

I listened to Aota Fujiichi speak Japanese and greet his family, while I tilted my head to feel the warm sunlight shining through the treetops. The position chosen by Qingtian and his wife just happened to be able to bask in some sun, which was particularly comfortable, and the sleepiness that had been lost for a long time slowly returned.

Suddenly, I felt that the sun seemed to be a little brighter than before, a little too bright, and when I looked closely, the sun's light returned to normal. My head was also a little dizzy, and it took me a while to get to my senses, probably because I didn't sleep well last night.

For some reason, Aota Fujiichi's voice also stopped abruptly. He looked at his phone unhappily, rubbed his head, and muttered, "Why did you hang up?" ”

Nangong Xuan'er frowned and asked, "Was there an earthquake just now?" My head suddenly dizzy. ”

"Maybe." Aota Fujiichi redialed the phone at home and put the phone to his ear. However, he didn't dial, and there was no sound coming out of the listening hole of the mobile phone, and there was a dead silence.

He had to dial the number a few more times, but none of them succeeded, and he was so anxious that he wanted to drop the phone. The mobile phone is obviously full of signals, and there is no reason why it can't be connected.

Nangong Xuan'er asked him to wait for a while, so Qingtian Fujiichi waited patiently for about ten minutes, dialed again, but saw a message from the senior management of the technical department.

I also received a message from the command of the War Department. The message was short, just one sentence:

"Urgent! Japanese members of the Coalition Forces, please return to bunker room 50 immediately! ”

Aoda Teng was stunned one by one, as if he realized something, stood up "Teng", and ran to the cover without even putting on shoes.

"Aota!" Nangong Xuan'er chased out two steps, came back to help him get his shoes, put on his guitar, and said to me, "I'm sorry, I'll go see what's going on with him." He'd never been so impulsive before! ”

With that, she trotted away in a hurry. I looked at their distant backs, squinted again, and looked up at the sun in the sky, the light was dazzling.

I suddenly remembered that when I was chatting with Christian before, I talked about the supergiant satellite of the United States, also called the "Sun".

(End of chapter)