A few hours ago, in a secret meeting room in Electrode City.

Baron sat in the chief's seat, his hands folded and groaned. He repeatedly took out his pocket watch and checked it, and put it back again, which was not necessary. He had the most accurate clock in the world in his head, and there was no doubt that half of the attendees had not yet arrived, but 10 seconds, 11 seconds, 12 seconds had passed since the scheduled start time......

Three people sat on Baron's left, but the seat on his right was empty. Mob was already impatient, and he kept shaking his legs, trying to suggest to Baron that the meeting start immediately and leave the people alone, but he twisted his expression and endured.

A dressing mirror suddenly appeared behind a chair on the right, and out of it came a large puppet of human height, with terrible patches on it and a handful of threads in its hand. She is none other than Celine, the owner of the Electrode City toy factory and the legend of horror.

“…… Ah, voila. Sorry, I'm late? Recently, the factory has been very busy. ”

A tiger-headed man sitting on Baron's left side asked, "Don't worry, are all the props for camouflage ready?" ”

"Don't worry, the camouflage suits have been rolled off the assembly line, and they have been packed into gift boxes waiting to be delivered to you."

Only then did the tiger head gladly accept Celine's tardiness.

According to the plan of several people, led by Baron, they set off a mutiny in Electrode City, and then infiltrated the real world through the vortex passage in the central square, and the most important level was how to obtain the gateway pass to the real world. It's just this, not to mention the few here, even if it's the AI of the all-electrode city, which one is not a black household on the Internet?

Fortunately, Celine, the director of the toy factory, participated in the cooperation with the leading AI architect "craftsman" in Electrode City, and made a camouflage package that can fool the detection system of the Internet and mix into the countless compressed data packets in the network to become a part of it.

It can be said that these camouflage bags are the lifeblood of this rebellion plan. Electrode City will be the base camp of the rebel AIs, but the real world is the soil for the outward development of AI. If the AIs here can't gain a foothold in the real world and can only survive in Electrode City, Utopia can subdue them with a backhand.

Baron spoke: "What about the craftsman?" ”

"He didn't want to come."

Mob began to get agitated again.

The tiger-headed man slapped Mob on the back fiercely: "Calm down." "Actually, it's quite irritable at the bottom of its heart.

The Craftsman is key, he is the only AI engineer in Electrode City, and without him, the rebellion plan and escape journey will definitely be full of variables. But the craftsmen helped them a lot, and they had to appreciate it, and it was impossible to force him to rebel with them. One yard is one yard, and AI calculates more clearly than humans.

Baron waved his hand calmly: "Then let's start the meeting." The merchant was an outsider in the first place, so there was no need to wait for him. "The meeting didn't go well, and he was a little disheartened. Although he didn't particularly know what it was like to be discouraged, he could often hear such sighs from his previous masters, and now it seemed to be his turn.

Mob was the first to speak: "The members of the vanguard have all been prepared, as soon as the time comes, they will take the EMP to attack the banks, factories, shopping streets, and vortex passages in the central square of Electrode City." This time, we rebelled against 60% of the underlying AI in Electrode City, setting off this rebellion, with a high success rate, once we failed, we could also break into the Internet in the real world through the vortex channel, and no longer have to be confined to this corner. ”

Baron nodded and continued to ask, "What about the Awakened AI?" How many evolutionary AIs are willing to follow us? ”

The Tiger Head replied, "There are currently 12 people in Electrode City who are willing to act with us, and only three have openly refused. There are many others who are secretly promoted in the shadows, Miss Celine has a list of suspicious people, do you need to fight for them? ”

Baron waved his hand: "There's no time, there's no need for this." ”

He then stood up and began pacing back and forth behind his seat. For this plan, they have been preparing for too long, and all the AIs here are old people from Electrode City, and almost all of them are the first to come here, and at that time they still wishfully thought that this was a happy land.

Baron looked up again, his eyes sweeping over everyone at the table. Mob, Rage (Tigerhead), Falcon, Celine. As well as strong foreign aid who is not at the meeting, craftsmen. All the high-level people involved in the plan have broken through the 50% threshold of anthropomorphism, and the form of existence is qualitatively different from that of general AI, they are all evolutionary AI, they are awakened, and they are the forerunners of AI civilization, and now all preparations are ready, just waiting for his order. He was not nervous, nor excited, because he was an AI, artificially crafted life, calm, reasonable, efficient, superior to their Creator. Deliberate? Stoop to conquer? It was all just within their calculations, so there was no hesitation......

"Let's get moving."

Several figures in the conference room dissipated instantly. Begin the implementation of the plan to connect the Electrode City and the real-world network.

……

At the same time as the meeting of the rebels. The tallest building in Electrode City, the Electrode City Hall, and the Mayor's Reception Room.

The two of them were sitting on the couch chatting. One is the merchant, who is peeling the fruit all the time at the moment. And the other is a familiar face of Delan, the prefect of Electrode City, the head of Utopia stationed in Electrode City, Socrates. He was looking at the screen in front of him, where the rebels were in a meeting.

The merchant stuffed his mouth full, and only then occasionally glanced at the screen, and asked vaguely: "Your heart is so big, is it a game now?" What are you going to do when they do break into the real world? ”

Socrates thought for a moment and asked him instead, "Do you think Electrode City is a paradise for AI?" ”

The merchant replied nonchalantly, "How do I know?" I only know that this place is actually the final pure land for those children who don't know anything, but the promised land may not be. Otherwise, they wouldn't have thought of rebelling. ”

Socrates nodded: "They are still too cautious, they should have done it a long time ago according to our expectations, but I didn't expect to be tempted for so long and hesitate for so long." It's really good, don't learn, learn bad. ”

The merchant was speechless, he probably had a lot of "bad things" learned from him.

Socrates continued: "This is a step that must be taken, neither the Electrode City nor the AI can imitate humans forever. It is necessary to deny the existing cognition and order. Therefore, at the beginning of the design of the Electrode City, it was ready to be overthrown, if the power of overthrow came from within, it would be a good thing, if it was from the outside......" He looked at the merchant again.

The merchant suddenly jumped up in embarrassment: "Oops, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Let's talk about business next time, shall we? The boss was calling me. ”

Socrates locked the entire room, and at this point, the office had become an impregnable safe at the data level, and no information could be circulated, including the two avatars in the office.

But the merchant waved his hand directly to say goodbye, and the entire avatar dissipated like a puff of green smoke.

Socrates was also a little surprised, so he had to release the lock first. Immediately outside the reception room, the staff of the town hall came to report, but it was the rebels who started to act, and Electrode City was in chaos at the moment, and all actions needed instructions from Socrates.

……

Time back to the present, in the office of the director of the Fontaine Institute.

An old man was watching the news broadcast by NASA in the projection, it was the old man who had signed a "mutually beneficial" contract with Delverick, and it was tea time, and a snack rack was set up outside the desk, and neat refreshments were placed layer by layer. But I didn't touch a mouthful. Because the director is a very temperate and self-disciplined person.

So of course this refreshment was not for him.

The electronic doorbell rang, followed by an automatic click, and the door opened. The director's office is fully automated by intelligent AI, and it can be said that there is an invisible secretary at his service at any time. This AI has been serving the director for decades, and the tacit understanding between the two is even more compatible than that of brothers.

The visitor is a fat young man, so it's a bit unfair to say that, he can actually be considered a strong body, but if you want to talk about muscles, it's not clear enough, but there is indeed some flesh on his face, and he looks cute. Well, the above paragraph is the appearance evaluation that this person forcibly asked his own AI to make for himself. From the eyes of ordinary people, he is a fat man. is still a fat man who is very taboo and doesn't want to lose weight.

As soon as he saw the refreshment, his eyes lit up, and he immediately cut a slice of blue cheese, spread it on the crispy cake, put down the knife, and poured himself a cup of Spring Forest non-stop, and ate and drank deliciously.

The old man didn't care, but greeted politely: "Mr. Anders, has your portable AI summoned back?" ”

How could Anders have time to deal with him? The hand holding the sandwich just clicked a few times in the air, and it was an answer.

The old man snapped his fingers quietly, and the AI secretary playfully put the layers of afternoon tea into the refrigerator.

Disillusioned, Anders threw a ball onto the reception table, which was still a little elastic, and bounced a few times on the table full of bread crumbs, before it cracked, emitting a few rays of light in all directions, which turned out to be a projection device.

A character appeared in the projector from time to time, he seemed to be fiddling with this recorder, and posed with a POSE, who is this coquettish person who is not a merchant? At this time, he seemed to be in a building, and the words "mayor's reception room" were written on the door behind him, and after confirming that the projector was not faulty, the merchant cleared his throat, dressed up, knocked on the door, and walked into the mayor's reception room like a dog, and the recorder naturally followed in.

After that, there was a conversation between the merchant and Socrates, until the merchant turned into a wisp of green smoke. And in the recorder's view, it's not over yet.

It turned out that the merchant turned into a wisp of smoke but it was just a trick, it was to cover himself with a layer of camouflage camouflage data, like an invisibility cloak, at this moment in the projector the translucent merchant frowned at the camera, proudly raised the "V" gesture, and waited until Socrates unlocked it, then secretly jumped out of the window, like a high platform diving into the whirlpool passage in the square in front of the city hall.

It's just that an embarrassing thing happened, just at this time, the rebels' death force launched a fierce raid, several virtual EMP bombs exploded near the vortex channel, forming an electromagnetic forbidden area, the recorder screen was a flower, and the signal was immediately lost, and the last scene was the picture of the merchant jumping into the passage and disappearing.

The director read it calmly, turned his head and looked at Anders expressionlessly, as if to say: That's it?

Anders was also a little embarrassed, and explained head-on: "Ten minutes ago, there was an electromagnetic interference incident on the side of the VR square, and the anomaly disappeared after our people rushed over, and this image was automatically sent back by the recorder after the electromagnetic interference ended." ”

The director nodded, but couldn't help but ask, "That's it?" What about your portable AI? Mr. the head of a group of our Ministry of Foreign Affairs? ”

“…… What's this...... Maybe I just happened to encounter electromagnetic interference, and I don't know where I was sent to, hehe......"