Disappointment to disappointment, Cui Hao still picked up the silver-white watch and put it on his hand. The gears clicked slightly, and a magnetic wristband "snapped" against his wrist like an octopus's hand, and he patted the dial and asked, "Hey! Feed! Awake! What is your name? ”

When he turns on the pinhole camera and sees an underwhelmed face, he confirms that it is the operator he has chosen, and emits an electronic synthesized sound: "Diaverium." Are you Cui Hao? Is it polite? Hurry up and get the body of a sub-robot or a flying machine. ”

"Huo? What kind of green onion are you, talking to your Uncle Cui like this? Can you try two more sentences? ”

"Oh, try it! Little fart child, look at you just Mao Qi, uncle, I still have important things, hurry up and get me some equipment in the mechanical department. ”

The two sides just scolded back and forth.

Cui Haole, this AI can, not only the voice function is perfect, but the personality system is also decent, but this character is set to be a little underbeaten, this is considered to be an uncle? Where does it have the confidence of an AI? To be honest, Cui Hao has seen a big temper and a stinky fart since he was a child, but he has never seen an AI that is so powerful in scolding.

I don't know what kind of superb programmer who added a personality system to this AI actually stuffed so many foul words into its database. Presumably he is also a high-level keyboard warrior on the Internet.

But fortunately, Cui Hao doesn't care about these emotions with a machine, it's better to say that an AI with a bad mouth is much better than a stuffy gourd, at least he can communicate with himself, it's a big deal to scold this guy named Drew, see if you don't scold it so much that your mother doesn't know it...... No, if you think about it, this AI doesn't have a mother at all, and the more you scold yourself, maybe it will learn faster, and if you don't succeed, it's too much of a loss, or don't worry about an orphan. Well, close to Zhu Zhechi, Cui Hao felt that he still had to give it a good influence and set a good example for it, just like teaching a parrot to learn words.

In the deepest part of the electronic watch, the real Diaverum looked at the backstage communication report, scratching his head a little. Just while waiting for Cui Hao, he casually made a small program, a virtual second personality, like a mask, or a clone, specially used to deal with information exchanged with the outside world. Exactly what to say, how to do it, and even how to think about it, this second personality will deal with it autonomously, and only send all the results of the processing to the main consciousness of Delure at the end.

This is also a helpless move, since the opening of the multi-task tree parallel processing, Dre more and more found that he is too busy, in order to achieve the effect of multitasking, he has to copy these doppelganger personalities to deal with those tasks one by one instead of him, so that he only needs to sit firmly in the Diaoyutai and coordinate the overall situation.

And this communication personality, in order to avoid losing the dominance of his actions, completely reduced to a vassal tool, so he set a "strong" personality, who thought that his programming level is not up to par, where is this strong personality? It's clearly a foul-mouthed personality! But if you have a bad mouth, you can have a bad mouth, as long as you can lead the operator's actions, after all, you are just looking for a vehicle, not a father. Hey? Why do you feel like your mouth is a little stinky too? Am I invisibly influenced by a strong personality?

The one who is close to the ink is black, it must be this underbeaten Cui Hao who brought me badly. Be careful.

Fortunately, although the personality is a little nonsense, but things are still going smoothly, Cui Hao is also a very reasonable person, since Dre has some self-strengthening direction, he is willing to see what this new toy of the R&D department is capable of, so he wore it to the mechanical modification department.

The modification department is not located near the research institute, but in the suburban industrial park hundreds of kilometers away, because of the large amount of noise and industrial pollution generated when carrying out mechanical modification, it is not suitable for high-tech research nearby.

Cui Hao drove his Tesla X, a Batman collaboration, from the underground garage and went straight to the mechanical department along a dark blue tunnel.

The tunnel, which is a secret link to the industrial park, is usually blocked by a fire door, and only employees of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Ministry of Machinery are allowed to pass by card. Today there is no one, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is on vacation, overtime is working overtime, all the way is smooth, the Batmobile-like Tesla X is driving alone in this high-tech passage, surrounded by steel reinforced walls, between the walls faintly about blue and green optical fibers, every few seconds there will be a blue pulse circle scanning from behind, and a string of flashing arrows on the ground to guide the direction. Although Diaverum doesn't have a car, he is also knowledgeable, and knows that the glowing arrows on the ground are the navigators that guide the autonomous vehicles, and the arch-like aperture above his head is an electromagnetic pulse accelerator.

Cui Hao accelerated all the way, following the guidance of the arrow, as if shuttling through a time tunnel, and came from the research institute to the Chengbei Industrial Park in a few minutes.

Chengbei Industrial Park, this desolate land, was an industrial park contracted by several large printing and dyeing factories in the early years, and later with the investment promotion, a large number of light industry and heavy industry companies have built factories here, so it has become a large-scale comprehensive industrial park. Since entering the fully intelligent automated production, it has been taken over by AI and created into a steel city, where the theme colors are silver, black and copper yellow, and the "residents" here are almost only robots, who work tirelessly in this steel jungle. Rows of tall chimneys and pitch-black smelting towers, endless assembly lines, rows of ready-to-go transport trucks, endless forging sounds, and the foul air in the sky like black mosquitoes constitute the lifeblood of this coastal city.

Nowadays, people who are familiar with this place, and those who make a living here, will only call this Iron City. Just like its cold name, it's a city without feelings.

Ordinary robots have no problem working here, but the excess polluting gases are no longer suitable for humans to work here, and anyone who still makes a living near the industrial park must wear protective clothing or gas masks. Cui Hao skillfully pulled up the zipper of his work clothes, the high collar did not pass the bridge of his nose, and connected it to the hood to form a simple gas mask, and the inside of this dress was also sewn with a scuba structure, even if he dived underwater, it could help Cui Hao breathe normally for 15 minutes.

Along the gritty loess and across several black and red watermelon juice ditches, Cui Hao was on the edge of the Iron City, where it was rare and there were still a few shops, although it was sparsely populated, but Dre could already see some beggar-like people. Most of them are deformed, disabled, wearing tattered protective clothing, a little bit of a harvest, at the moment holding a glass of beer and drinking under the sun, a little strength, is rummaging through the trash can in the dark corner, and more are lazily leaning on the corner of the people, they all invariably, with their eyes on Cui Hao, just so quietly, staring at him tightly, without speaking, watching him over.

"What's going on with these people?" Dre asked in a low voice. Even if it has a strong personality, it has no feelings of pity, and it has no interest in smelling mouth at the moment.

"They? What else could it be? Scavengers. ”

"You tease me, now I have been robots in charge of garbage sorting for several years, how can I still have this kind of profession."

"If you can't survive, you have to find some way, some of them are displaced people who have encountered wars and natural disasters, some are gamblers who have lost all their wealth in the city, those who have escaped debts, and there are also people who are physically disabled but can't afford mechanical prosthetics. Compared with begging in the city, it is easier to beg for a living in a place like Steel City, where the law is not strictly enforced, and besides, the city will also release some manual work from time to time, and if you are lucky, you may be able to return to Binhai City. Then there are fat sheep like us, plucking a hair is enough for them to enjoy. Of course, you have to have the courage to fight to the death. Cui Hao grinned as he pulled out his other AI from his trouser pocket, his ex-partner, a glove.

Then he bent down to pick up a few pieces of rubble and weighed them in his hand.

"Start."

The glove beeped and made a sound: "AI - Hawkeye." Activated, please give the instruction. ”

"Shooting mode."

This time there was no sound, just an infrared ray from the third joint of the index finger on the glove, which shot into the ground to form a red dot. The red dot flickered for a while, and as Cui Hao's gaze moved to a few ill-intentioned figures, the beggars were hidden under the cloaks, but their bodies didn't look like those old and decrepit, and some metal reflections could be faintly seen from under the torn protective clothing. Dre knows, this is about a few bold villains.

Then the glove sounded a second time: "Shooting mode, locked." No weapon possession has been detected, and it has been switched to freehand mode. ”

Everything happened after that very coherently, a few seconds before and after, so that Dre only saw the figures of those villains move, and before Cui Hao could move, they all fell to the ground.

The broken stone in Cui Hao's hand was flicked out by his thumb like a coin toss, but the thumb wearing metal gloves was like the trigger of a revolver, and they were stimulated heavily, and the three broken stones roared like three bullets and crashed into the nose bridge of two people and the lower body of one person.

The gangsters wailed and fled, and the beggars avoided their gaze and stopped looking at Cui Hao.

Cui Hao himself made a gesture of blowing guns, as if asking Drey: How is it? Handsome, right?

Dre scoffed: "I thought your predecessor would do any good kung fu, but I didn't expect to be a marble-playing little prince." "But in fact, in private, the ontology of Derverum, which has been reported in the background, attaches great importance to this flash of AI, so much so that a new task tree has been opened to strengthen its dynamic vision.

Cui Hao didn't care what he said, he just swaggered towards a store.

There's a big sign on the door: Wasteland Bar. Below is a line of spray paint words: concurrently engaged in waste recycling, machine customization. Under the handwriting is densely pasted "handle electronic documents." "Low-cost e-cigarettes, second-hand e-cigarettes." "15 Days of AI Programming Crash." "Exchange digital currency at a low price" and other advertisements.