The data space inside the chip is a pure white field, as pure as heaven. The sky is blood red, which is the color of the outer wall of the chip.

In the wilderness, thousands of revenants are sleeping—here they don't have to use themselves as parts to build one ability module after another.

They just need a good night's sleep. Rest until you want to wake up.

And while they were sleeping, sporadic white shards spilled out of their bodies and floated in the air, forming a structure like clouds.

This is the 'spiritual cloud.' It is a natural phenomenon that occurs when a large number of spirits gather.

If this phenomenon is precipitated for another one or two hundred years, or if the quality of the souls hovering here is high enough, then it will form a golden cloud on the keel square of the Xenomorph Research Institute, the essence of spiritual energy. A psionic pure material that can only be found in subspace labyrinths.

And these clouds are the raw materials that Ian and Adalbert use to make "artificial intelligence".

"No wonder you're freeing these souls..... Because you need the spirits produced by the natural movement of these revenant souls to create new souls!"

At this moment, Adalbert saw Ian's purpose, and Ian disagreed: "It's certainly one of my purposes, but I do want to set them free."

"It's not a contradiction that this freedom will also bring me additional gains, is it?"

The soul is also metabolized.

The soul fragments that naturally fall off from the body of a living person will soon be reused by the body, and the parts that fall off will also grow quickly, and this process of continuous accumulation is the process of natural growth of the soul, which is very slow but steady.

After losing the body, the soul will only continue to fall off, and the shed spiritual fragments cannot be reused, if it is in an area where the natural spiritual energy field is not strong enough, it will generally collapse itself in less than a day or two due to the loss of too much structure.

The stronger and stronger the soul, the slower it will fall off, but in the end, it will not be able to make ends meet.

Unless, they are located in a spiritually rich area such as the center of the earth or the labyrinth of subspace next to the sun, then the balance soul can exist for a long time.

The inside of the essentia computing chip is a very suitable environment for soul recuperation, where the souls can continue to repair themselves, and if it takes a long time, they may be able to get rid of the identity of the parts of the dead monarch and return to freedom.

"Adbert, you can also come and teach these souls meditation methods in the future."

Noticing Adbert's gaze, Ian suggested, "It will allow them to get back to normal more quickly, and it will also allow them to grow themselves and exist longer."

"It's not all." And Adbert muttered to himself, "Your plan is not that simple."

Almost instantly, he realized Ian's true purpose: "I understand that as these souls become stronger, the more 'spirituality' will overflow."

"And all of these spilled spirits are the nourishment of the artificial intelligence you're about to create, the Heart of Terra! It will continue to absorb these spilled aura, perfecting and strengthening its own structure!"

"The Heart of Terra controls our 'artificial Hades', and the more souls there are in the Heart of Terra, the stronger the Heart of Terra... It's a positive cycle, because if the soul doesn't die, there will only be more and more dead, and the heart of Terra will only get stronger!"

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became: "It's not so much that this is an artificial intelligence, but that this is the 'artificial Hades' you created!"

"In addition, the ultimate goal of your arcane path is to create a 'true god' beyond the fifth level... This is the "young god" you have created! It's a prototype of God! Another piece of material for your controlled study!"

"Perhaps."

Ian didn't refute this, and he doesn't need to.

He just calmly said to one of the few friends in this world who could understand what he meant for a moment, "So, will you help me?"

"Help Me Create God" Prototype ..... Created the Heart of Terra?" --Of course.

Taking a deep breath, Adbert didn't open his mouth to answer, but

It is proved by action.

He skillfully joined forces with Ian and began to use the spirit matter inside the chip to create a powerful artificial soul.

Creating artificial intelligence is not difficult for Ian.

Among the silver chips, there is already an example of the "combat artificial intelligence" developed by the empire back then, which was his last harvest in the imperial capital, and it was an accidental product of the manufacture of cyclops armor (referring to the white prostitute).

In addition, Ian and Adalbert have also teamed up to construct the structure of the 'artificial soul', and as long as a copy of the memory is provided, then the creation of a soul with its own personality is simply a simple effort.

Not to mention, the 'Star God Gift' in his body only needs to extract a part of it to create the final echo kind of information life.

All of them are combined, and "artificial intelligence" with basic self-awareness and judgment ability is created.

Between the souls of Ian and Adalbert, a silvery-white sun-like sphere was taking shape.

It is the aggregate of spirits that is constantly inscribed with the structure of inscriptions, a 'soul' that is gradually taking shape.

Originally, it would have taken about a day or two.

But in the process of manufacturing, Adalbert felt that his computing power suddenly skyrocketed tenfold or even tenfold.

"This is the blessing that the essentia computing chip has brought me?"

After a little thought, Adalbert guessed the result, and Ian nodded slightly: "Yes, the essentia computing chip itself has extremely powerful computing power, but it doesn't have any program, and if you want to mobilize it, someone must control it."

"The artificial intelligence I want to make now is to control the chip, so that it can automatically handle many problems, saving us time and ensuring absolute fairness and justice."

"There is no such thing as absolute fairness and justice." Adbert's tone was a little dull: "As long as you start to judge, it has nothing to do with fairness and justice, because you set the standard."

"Not to mention, if you want a discipline to progress and develop, you must have resources to tilt - it's like my research is more efficient, so the Grand Guild of Thorin allocated me more research resources, and even obtained many precious unique psionic books for me."

"Absolute fairness is unfairness, and people are equal in terms of 'people', but not 'ability'."

Speaking of this, Adalbert couldn't help but clench his fists: "Even the test subjects are like this, those who have psionic talents can still maintain their consciousness after death, while the vast majority of ordinary people, even if they have artificial souls, will be confused and difficult to think normally."

"This kind of objective gap cannot be made up by AI."

"Indeed." Ian also accepted his narrative mistakes: "Then let's be as fair and just as possible, anyway, this is also the transitional social structure used in recent decades, and when the moral standard of human beings returns to the level of civilization in the previous era, then artificial intelligence can gradually withdraw from the stage."

"However, the current Terra AI is definitely superior to humans."

At this point, Ian emphasized, "Adalbert, you are completely wrong about what I mean – I am not trying to build a system that will remain unchanged for a hundred years and a thousand years, a "truth" that will always be correct.

"That truth does not exist, even the rules of the universe, the absolute speed of light, the gravitational constant, the nature of the singularity, and even the order of time, can be modified.... Modified by a powerful civilization."

"How much more so is the truth? How much more the order that man has established?"

Slowly, the light emitted by Ian's soul became more and more pure: "AI is just a tool to correct the defects of human society, and it is a tool to assist me in my rule."

"Before I die, I will make sure that AI is improved and updated, it will save me a lot of time, and I will use my way of thinking to help everyone improve - in other words, I will share my wisdom with everyone, and in this regard, AI is fair."

"But you.... What about after death?"

Adbert was personally reluctant to think about the possibility of Ian dying.

But as a scholar, he still can't bear it

"When you die, the AI will become more and more rigid, unable to update and unable to progress, if you give permission to someone else, then who knows if the other person will take it into their own hands and turn the power you use to help everyone into their own?"

"If the Heart of Terra is the so-called "god", then you are the creator of the gods—and the next generation will probably be the usurpers!"

"I'm dead, why do I care about so many things?" Ian looked at Adalbert with a strange look, and he wondered, "One generation does one generation, and although I like to think about things in a thousand years, it's just the beginning of the second year."

"And, to tell the truth."

At this point, Ian even nodded slightly, and commented sharply: "If the human beings in the future can't solve the contradiction between AI and human society, then they will still be obediently controlled by AI, or ruled by usurper tyrants, which is too unprogressive."

"I'll be dead anyway, and it's not up to me."

"You—" Adbert stared at Ian in amazement, "You're too irresponsible, aren't you?!"

"I'm also human, and I don't believe in human morality, but I believe in the wisdom of humans to overthrow all oppression – if AI and tyrants oppress them, they will definitely succeed." Ian said solemnly, "Seriously, you're too sentimental."

"You know, in today's Terra, there are still many people who don't have enough to eat, no safe place to live - the basic food and clothing security problems have not been solved, you think about whether human beings will be ruled by tyrants and AI in a hundred years, and progress will not be progressed.... Which is more important, right?"

"You're not at all like the Territory's people say, some kind of holy king."

The former Dead Monarch researcher sighed, "You're simply a demon king who only cares about your own well-being."

"Then be the Demon King."

Ian smiled, "Because I can see the future, I never fantasize about forever."

"Come on, come with me and build the Heart of Terra, at least it's cuter than most of the Terra Ascension nobles, isn't it?"

Adalbert sighed, it was also true, he couldn't refute it, he didn't even want to refute it.

He prefers to trust the machines he has built rather than humans and other rulers...... Prefer to believe Ian.

Soon, just a few hours.

Ian and Adalbert have built an extremely complex artificial soul and the associated intelligent computing structure.

Then comes the most important part. Giving "wisdom" to the 'artificial soul'.

In Terra, it's not difficult to create an AI with personality, self, and judgment.

As long as you have artificial soul technology, you can create a soul, and then input a person's growth experience and memories, as well as thinking algorithms.

But herein lies the question - whose input? How much do you enter?

With too little input memory, the personality may not be formed, and artificial intelligence becomes an artificial retardation..... There are too many inputs, and they are creating their own replica echoes, which has nothing to do with the pure sane artificial intelligence that Ian needs.

Not only the degree of grasp, but also which memories can be entered and which algorithms need to be deleted are quite exquisite.

"Just use my mental algorithm."

Ian did not hesitate in this regard: "Don't worry, I have experience, it will not have a personality, it will only have the simplest "logical model of thinking"."

"My logical model of mind."

Adbert opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but finally gave up.

Buzzing.

The silver-white ball of light began to leap from its original calm. With the injection of Ian's algorithm, the artificial intelligence Terra's Heart was first activated.

The silver ball of light slowly rose into the air, and in the process, Ian gave it "administrator privileges" for the essentia computing chip.

In the chip space, above the blood-red sky, a sun with a faint silver glow was suspended at the top of the firmament.

Its light is its tentacles, and where it shines, is the realm of this artificial soul.

With this sun rising and falling like a heart, the erection of light shines throughout the chip space.

Because of the permissions given by Ian, the permissions of the chips began to converge in this soul sun, and the computing power was deployed.

Every soul that is illuminated by the light has been greatly strengthened in calculation. "I see, I see."

At this moment, Adbert understood Ian's thoughts, and became a little excited: "The computing power of the essentia computing chip is too large to be directly used, so you use the Heart of Terra as an intermediary to let it regulate the computing power, divert resources, and give them to different people."

"In this way, if someone needs to practice meditation in the future, then they can come to Terra's Heart, where they can enjoy the blessings of chips and artificial intelligence to help inscribe soul structures!"

"In this way, his cultivation speed can be increased by more than ten times!"

"This is the true advantage of the Arcane Path—it can be accelerated using technical means!"

Ian nodded slightly, quite satisfied.

Of course, since the path of the arcane law is to cultivate immortals in the magic world, then of course there must also be a cave heaven blessed land with a cultivation speed that is more than ten times that of the outside world - computing power is a rich aura, and cyberspace is a cave heaven hidden in the inner world.

And, Adbert was wrong.

Since knowledge and power are resources, the "speed and efficiency" of acquiring knowledge and increasing power are naturally resources.

These resources must be in the hands of Ian, or the Heart of Terra, before they are distributed.

It must never be exploited by anyone else, and it is absolutely not allowed to be altered by anyone. Otherwise, the descendants of future officials will receive twenty times the blessings of meditation, the wealthy will receive more than ten times, and the children of ordinary people will only receive one or two times the blessings..... Such a future is the real cyber caste system.

That's definitely something Ian doesn't want to see. That's why the soul seal is needed'. "That's the most important thing."