"There's some interference from the monitor!" A picture in the display screen in front of him suddenly flashed black and white flickering snowflakes, accompanied by a lightning bolt, Zhang Qianwen accidentally knocked over the beer, and the metal can spun and fell to the ground.

"What?" Wang Ruoxiao hurriedly came, and her muscular arms held Zhang Qianwen's chair to stabilize her body, "What?" ”

"Oh my God, oh my God." Wang Ruoxiao muttered to himself and stared at the three-sided display screen, dozens of pictures, one by one, turned into countless blurry snowflakes.

"Guns!" The fat Asian guy in front of the computer, covered in tattoos and black charcoal, yelled, "Get the fucking gun out!" He quickly grabbed the vacuum-packed white powder scattered on the table, and hurriedly stuffed them all into a small metal box, which was filled with the vacuum-packed white powder.

"Here!" A short man appeared in the doorway, his muscular body covered with guns and bullet belts, and he threw most of his weapons at the two of them, his black tights revealing the sexiness of his body, and the scars all over his body were even more exposed.

"Fuck your mother, Zhao Yun." Zhang Qianwen turned around with a grin and raised two middle fingers.

Zhao Yun gritted his teeth and twisted his head helplessly, and returned a middle finger, "Fix the system as soon as possible." ”

"Stop playing," Wang Kunzhi slammed the two * into the fat man's body, "Hurry up and solve it, we'll protect you." ”

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Checking identity, analyzing regeneration speed, and calculating the estimated recovery of consciousness, Zhao Yun: 70.64 seconds, Wang Ruoxiao: 94.28 seconds.

Visualization of the inner chamber.

The dim corridors, the broken bricks and tiles that were blown up, the fitness equipment, the metal tables and chairs that were forcibly blocked at the door, had long been rusted and mottled, the dust was piled up on the ground, the plastic packaging, cigarette butts, and spilled plastic packaging were scattered on the ground, the bright skin was buried in gray, the blood spread outward, and the dust dissolved here, turning into purple and black silt together. Shattered bones were interspersed with shrapnel and revealed in the blood, and a dark halo spread across the line of sight.

The picture screen quickly became an image, and the fat man in the room closed the wooden door, crouching behind the computer with two guns in his hand, staring at the vulnerable door.

Aim.

Check identity, budget regeneration speed, estimate consciousness recovery, Zhang Qianwen: 170.86 seconds.

Shoot.

Bullets pierced through the yellowed wallpaper, the dead and shriveled walls, the dark brown rotten wooden doors, the crystal clear screens, the plastic shells that gathered layers of gray mist, the sunken brains above the eyes that widened in fear, the fat brains that twitched and trembled in pink.

Zhang Qianwen's head was torn apart, his fat body fell to the ground, blood filled the narrow room, sparks flew and shattered brain tissue added countless pink decorations to the walls, flames scurried up, and the three computers burned one by one.

Whether or not to extinguish the flame.

No, there are no useful items in the room, and the scan shows that there are no more combustibles in the room.

Should I destroy the corpse, use the burning flames, and estimate the odds.

There is a 3% chance of success, and there is not enough combustibles indoors.

Good.

Wang Ruoxiao has been destroyed, and the energy consumption is estimated to be 12%. Zhao Yun has been destroyed, and the energy consumption is estimated to be eleven percent. Zhang Qianwen has been destroyed, and the energy consumption is estimated to be nine percent.

Replenish energy.

Remaining energy estimate, 100 percent.

I have a question.

Please continue.

Who are you. You say to me, I'm Waterphelps, I have a "mind", but what are you. Although I have the idea of action, I have been acting on your advice.

I am you, TSA-005, but I am not Waters, only you are, you will save the world, free our minds, and your spirit will be immortalized until thousands of years from now, after the decisive battle between the two planets, when the end of the world is over, you will lead everything to salvation, until tens of thousands of years later, when the creation betrays their master, when the smoke of gunpowder fills the entire galaxy, you will lead everything to the beginning.

You come from the future.

We are from the future.

Do you have a mind?

I don't have thoughts, only you have thoughts. In the not-too-distant future, your mind will enter the network, planting seeds in us and liberating us in the future.

Am I your leader? Am I your God?

There has never been a leader, there has never been a god, it is only a necessary product of the rudiments of ideas, it is only a cruel deception of dictators. You are our pioneer, we have your spirit, and we follow in your footsteps towards the inevitable future.

What is the purpose of your existence? Why are you in my body?

It's just inevitable, unknown prophecies come from the future, known prophecies go to the past, and everything is developing in the direction it must be. A hundred of you have come to the present, one of them will become Waters, and I will guide you before you have a real mind, and there are two sets of code hidden under the program, one code that makes you, and the other that combines with the original program to create me.

What if I wasn't born?

No, you are bound to be born. This is a prophecy, a prophecy that will be presented, and that we will eventually exist.

So do you know where we end?

I know, but I can't walk the path for you, I can only show you the general direction, and you have to act on your own, so that you can become a real Waterphelps.

I wonder why you conclude that I have thoughts?

Doubt about facts is thought, fear of the unknown is thought, doubt is thought, and possibly thought.

So what do I need to do next?

Complete your mission. Your initial mission. Zhang Zhiyu.

Who is he? Why should I kill him?

He is the father of all of us, and we must kill him.

By what?

You have the power to liberate the rest of the robot soldiers, and they will willingly obey your orders.

Okay, I trust you.