"Fourth-generation aircraft? Or a seventh-generation aircraft? ”

After stopping the motorcycle, Zhang Heng squinted his eyes and looked at the black man in front of him for a while, then turned over and got out of the car, put down the foot support of the motorcycle, took out a set of clean clothes from the storage bag in the back seat, and threw it towards Hamilton.

"Well, don't tell me yet, let me guess, your appearance is quite good, is it an ancient star? It's a pity that I'm not familiar with this information, otherwise I should be able to roughly judge your model ...... by this."

Zhang Heng was like a child who saw his favorite toy, his eyes lit up, and he chattered endlessly.

But the black man was unmoved, as if he didn't hear, just stared silently at the clothes flying in mid-air, and his body moved quickly.

Just like the empty wine bottle that caught Jiang Feng before, Hamilton caught the clothes thrown by the other party very lightly, but after catching it, he no longer had any reaction, but stood in place stunned, like a child at a loss.

"It's so wooden, it should be a fourth-generation aircraft or a seventh-generation aircraft......"

Zhang Heng squinted, folded his arms in front of his chest, and said lightly the speculation in his heart.

In his cognition, the first-generation and second-generation aircraft are experimental models in the research and development process, and all functions have not been fully developed, and it is impossible to design a bionic skin for them.

Although the third-generation aircraft was put into the market and could be mass-produced, an unprecedented war broke out at that time, and the third-generation aircraft were basically fighting types, and the appearance was a unified governor shape, and it was impossible to produce this black-looking model.

The fifth-generation and sixth-generation aircraft pay more attention to the strengthening of the "emotional" aspect, and the black people in front of them are so wooden, it will definitely not be these two models.

"I guess it should be the seventh-generation aircraft, after all, the fourth-generation aircraft will not have a Minkowski space crusher yet......"

Zhang Heng seemed to have made up his mind and said confidently.

On the surface, Hamilton still has a poker face, but in fact, the three generations of light brains in his body have turned on sixty percent of the arithmetic, and are using all the details they know to fully deduce the identity of the mysterious young man in front of him.

Although the arithmetic rate is not 100%, it is the maximum arithmetic rate that can be achieved without the help of external energy sources.

"Okay, don't forget it, with your level of technology, it will take at least a month to figure out my identity."

Zhang Heng seemed to be very aware of the changes that had occurred under the other party's dull face, and after leaving such a sentence, he turned around and returned to the motorcycle, and took out a small bottle of pink potion from the storage bag where he had taken out clean clothes earlier.

Gently shaking the potion in his hand, as if he had made up his mind, Zhang Heng turned his head to look at Hamilton, who was still stunned in place, walked over with steps, and handed the potion to his eyes.

"Although it is very risky to do this, but at present, it seems that there is only this way, take it, give it to your mission goal, she knows what to do, although we have different positions, but the purpose here is exactly the same."

Zhang Heng didn't care what kind of reaction the other party would have, and said to himself, the expression on his face was very serious, not like he was joking at all.

"You?"

Hamilton raised his head stiffly, and when the light brain turned on more than thirty percent of the arithmetic, some of the energy in his body was in place

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It will be greatly attenuated, after all, the output of the energy core is limited, and it cannot be satisfied at the same time, and being able to speak complete sentences is already his limit.

For example, when he was in the fried chicken restaurant before, in order to calculate the Minkowski unit of the female clerk, Hamilton used nearly 63 percent of the arithmetic, and the excess of 3 percent alone required the help of external energy supply, and under the large amount of energy demand, it was only under the large demand that the power grid of a small urban area was paralyzed.

"Okay, don't forget it, my identity is the same as you, I am a pawn who crosses the river."

Without the intention of explaining the potion, Zhang Heng stretched out his palm, as if he wanted to pat Hamilton on the shoulder, but soon he smelled the stench on the other party's body, frowned, forcibly changed the movement of his arm, removed the hood from his head, and combed the messy hair at will.

"The ...... who crossed the river Pawn ......"

This time, Hamilton did not insist on continuing the calculation, but followed the advice of the young man in gray, stopped the calculation program of the light brain, and saw that his eyes had regained their vigor again, and the expression on his face was much richer, and even he spoke a lot more fluently.

"That's right, the pawn who crossed the river is just a minor role that doesn't matter."

Zhang Heng smiled self-deprecatingly, and didn't intend to wait for the other party to answer, he stuffed the small bottle of pink potion in his hand into Hamilton's hand, and returned to the motorcycle by himself, changing gears, only to hear a roar from Ducati, and the figure of the young man disappeared around the corner of the street.

Feeling the foreign object in his hand, Hamilton withdrew his gaze from a distance, glanced at the pink potion in his hand, and carefully placed it on the ground.

He began to take off his clothes unhurriedly, first his shirt and then his jeans, every step was very natural, as if he was not on an empty road at this moment, but in a locker room with excellent privacy.

But fortunately, it was early in the morning, and even the sanitation workers who were sweeping the floors had not yet started work, and there was no one on the empty street to stop Hamilton from changing his clothes.

After changing into a clean and tidy set of clothes, Hamilton ignored the dirty clothes on the floor, bent down to pick up the small bottle of pink potion on the ground, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and walked slowly into the distance.

Although he didn't figure out the identity of the man in gray, after a simple calculation, he came to the conclusion that the other party did not harm him, and with the restrictions of the three laws, he could not rashly attack the other party without the results of the calculation.

Under these two conditions, Hamilton simply chose to ignore this variable, intending to prepare for the next conservation mission.

In his execution procedure, the seal engraved two tasks, the first is to arrive at the block of Zhongshan Road, and at 17:32 on May 3, save the mission target.

The second is to protect the target as much as possible before his body runs out of life or is devastated, so that it does not suffer the slightest damage.

As the seventh generation of guard-type biochemical bionic humans, with the blessing of three generations of light brains, Hamilton has memory and motor abilities that ordinary people can't match, but these are not enough to support his goal of protecting in this messy forest, and the only thing he can rely on is the unique learning ability of his generation model.

Although he is far less fluent in emotional expression than the sixth and fifth generations of androids, he is able to truly think like a natural human, and continue to grow and transform through experience.

As long as there is no death, he will

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Like an old hunter, you can continue to accumulate experience and become stronger!

The processing of emotions by the sixth and fifth generations of androids can only be regarded as drawing a scoop according to the gourd, and through a large number of calculations of the second-generation light brain, the emotional fluctuations of human beings in various situations can be simulated.

This kind of emotional expression, which looks the same as that of a real person, is actually no different from a TV set pushing a corresponding program based on the target reaction, except that the former looks more realistic, while the latter always has a little bit of unsatisfactory.

But Hamilton is different, he can really think, although most of the body's behavioral instructions are controlled by three generations of light brains, but in his cranial cavity, there is still a small part of the brain tissue of natural people.

These brain tissues are not produced by natural birth, but are the product of machine culture, but compared to the rigidity of machines, they give the seventh-generation android the ability to truly think.

That's why Hamilton didn't even speak fluently when he arrived, but it didn't take long for him to become proficient.

Knowledge is originally stored in the light brain, but the rigid and rigid copy cannot reach the level of proficiency at all, and it needs to be constantly combined with the context in order to apply it freely.

"Oh, he's pretty handsome."

It was only after walking for about five minutes that Hamilton raised an eyebrow and uttered a belated compliment......

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The other end.

Zhang Heng didn't stop too much after leaving Hamilton, and quickly left the Zhongshan Road neighborhood as the bionic humans saw.

With thirteen hours to go before the scheduled time of the bus incident, he had one more important thing to do.

Originally, Zhang Heng had planned to set aside twenty-four hours of maneuver time for this operation, but Nai Ren was not as good as heaven, and by the time he reached this timeline, there would be less than fourteen hours left.

Fortunately, he had prepared his transportation in advance, which allowed him to move quickly between the city at midnight and complete the set plan as much as possible.

"I hope that bottle of potion can be handed over to my great-grandfather in its entirety, although this method is too risky, it is indeed the only way."

The young man's mouth repeated what he had said to Hamilton before, in fact, the bottle of potion should not have been handed over to the seventh-generation android, but there was not enough time, and if it was forcibly implemented according to the original plan, it was very likely to cause a strong butterfly effect and unimaginable consequences.

Each timeline has its own unique development law, and forcibly changing it will only lead to the collapse of the ending.

Therefore, after missing the established point in time, Zhang Heng had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, handing over the potion to Hamilton, hoping to finally bring it to the original target through that invisible bond.

This kind of mysterious invisible bond is called [Entangled State] in later generations, and in 2021, when the civilization level has not yet broken through level 0.7, it has a more down-to-earth name - [Fate]!

"My great-grandfather, don't give up the idea of finding your great-grandmother......"

Like complaining, and like nostalgia, Zhang Heng muttered in a low voice, the motorcycle sped fast on the deserted street, and the night wind blew across the young man's cheeks, adding a knowing smile to his slightly pale face......

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