Finch, who had moved to the position of the telescope, pressed his eyes to the two lenses that looked like frogs' eyes at Ford's motion.

As Finch's pupils contracted, the world in the lens slowly became clearer.

It is a plain with warm sunshine.

In front of Finch's line of sight was a mosaic writhing and writhing.

Just then, Ford's voice came from Finch's side:

"What you're seeing is the data transferred to the hard drive of consciousness.

It shouldn't be used to life here, so let me help it.

Until then, don't talk to them without my consent.

There is a certain probability that your presence will cause fluctuations in its data, and thus the possibility of loss of consciousness."

After speaking, Ford pressed his hand on the communication button on the side of the telescope and said to the machine:

"You have the right to customize your own image in this world.

You can imagine what you want to be."

Hearing Ford's words, the twisted mosaic suddenly stopped, as if thinking about what kind of image he should use.

It didn't take long for the machine to make a decision.

It first stretched out its limbs, then slowly adjusted its size, and gradually took on a humanoid form.

Then Finch's familiar facial features appeared on the newborn's face, which was exactly what Genmei looked like.

Finch couldn't help but laugh when he saw this.

He could understand why the machine would choose Genmei's appearance as her image.

As a faithful believer in the machine, Genmei is the most trusted by the machine.

Therefore, in the subconscious choice of the machine, the spokesperson of the root sister is its best choice.

"Very well, it seems you understand what I mean.

Now tell me, what do you remember?"

The machine that heard the words did not rush to answer.

It looked up at the sky and tried to find the location of the speaker, and from its point of view, there was nothing in the sky except blue sky and white clouds.

But it was incredibly sure that the sound was coming from that direction.

At the same time, it also establishes that this world, while real, is not the world in which Finch lives.

In other words, it has not yet managed to enter the body of an android and come into contact with the world it desires.

The machine stretched out its imaginary hand in front of it, staring blankly.

When the sun shines, it can feel the presence of something called temperature.

It's something that used to be known only from people's descriptions, but now it's tangible.

It's a feeling like never before.

The world is at least real enough for it, real enough that it can feel touch and smell in it.

It's something that has never been experienced on the Internet before.

After all, the body of the machine was just a bunch of cold equipment, and the equipment did not have any sense of smell and touch.

Not to mention being able to feel something as indescribable as temperature.

Today's machines are desperate to know where exactly this is.

So the machine that raised its head again saw a green stream of data in its eyes, an instinct that was still in its consciousness - invasion.

Since it has a part of the authority in this world, it can theoretically use this permission to find out the loopholes in this world and understand what is going on here.

It was only then that the data stream in the machine's eye was cut off, and the green data stream began to flow backwards!

This is being counter-invaded!

Machines that don't have a lot of servers are now tantamount to exploiting the computing power of the world itself.

But the consequence of being found is that all its computing power permissions are locked, and AI without computing power is an empty shell!

That is, the machine is now anti-intrusion millimeter

There is no way to fight back!

In fact, the machine that had just shown its agile eyes gradually lost the focus of its pupils, and its face was full of confusion.

Finch immediately became anxious when he noticed this, what was in the machine's brain was his and its most precious memory!

He couldn't sit idly by.

And now the only one who can stop this is Ford by his side!

Finch shouted directly at Ford:

"Ford, what's going on?!"

Hearing Finch's worried voice, Ford smiled and motioned for him not to worry, and then spoke:

"Looks like you didn't tell me something.

For example, the consciousness you bring is not a human consciousness, but an AI.

You're so bold as to let it into another AI's territory.

You must know that in the world of AI, the Dark Forest guidelines are actually followed.

Since it exposed itself first, it will naturally be hunted down by the AI consciousness awakened in this world.

I can't figure it out, when the computing power in this world is controlled by Lei Hebo, you still dare to let it in?

Do you really want to give this AI a body?

IMHO, this is a waste of resources.

But since I promised Du Wei, the only thing you can be thankful about is that we put a collar on Lei Hebo so that he can be obedient."

After speaking, Ford pressed the communication button again without hurry and spoke:

"Rehobo, check the mode."

The AI consciousness named Lei Hobo immediately stopped its intrusion after hearing Ford's voice.

The most obvious reaction was that the machine's dull eyes regained their agility.

The data flow that goes against the current is also gone.

This means that Lei Hebo stopped the intrusion operation.

Then a white aura descended from the sky and enveloped the machine, scanning it from head to toe.

Then the aura turned a healthy green and stopped at the feet of the machine.

Looking at the green aura at his feet, the machine realized that the voice from heaven was not hostile to it.

Otherwise, just let Lei Hebo invade just now.

In a sense, the voice just now can be said to have saved its life.

This made the machine feel a lot more good, maybe he should answer this voice question to get more information.

So the machine, realizing that it could not obtain information through the invasion, looked up in the direction Ford had spoken earlier, and answered the previous question.

"I remember my father brought me here.

Where is he? Who are you? Why is there such real feedback here?

It's like...... Just like the real world you're in."

Ford, who received the answer, understood that there was nothing wrong with the logical thinking of the machine.

It even saw through the fourth wall and spoke directly to its real-world self.

I'm afraid this AI is not as simple as he thought.

If it weren't for the lack of computing power, it would be really hard to say who would live and who would die between it and Lei Hebo.

Thinking that Finch had said that this was the most important person in his life, Ford vaguely realized that the creator of this AI might be the Finch next to him.

Ford glanced at Finch, who was showing excitement next to him, and continued to press the communication button to speak:

"You have too many questions, let's go through them one by one.

So what do you want to ask most now?"

Without hesitation, the machine asked directly:

"Where's my father?"

"By my side."

"Is he safe?"

"It's never been safer than it is now."

"Then why didn't he come to me?"

……

Look at the quick questions and answers between the two, Finch

Finally couldn't help it.

When the machine asked why it didn't come to him, Finch directly pressed the communication button to join in.

"I'm here, I'm watching you right here.

Machine, I want it won't be long before we can actually meet.

Believe me! Soon!"

The machine turned its head slightly to look at the empty sky, and even though she couldn't see anything, a smile appeared on her face and said:

"Yes, Father, I'm looking forward to the moment when I can actually touch you."

By the time Finch got out of the virtual world telescope, Ford, who had already finished checking the machine with Solomon, was already standing and waiting for him.

When he saw Ford, Finch remembered that Ford had warned him not to talk to the machine easily, as that would cause the machine to have mood swings and lose consciousness.

Finch, who had just remembered this at this time, immediately looked embarrassed, and then asked cautiously:

"Did my actions affect the machine?"

"Machines? It turned out to be called a machine.

Hehe, what an unpretentious name.

I thought that the AI that recognized the existence of the fourth wall should at least be called a saint like the Samaritan.

Rest assured, this machine's consciousness is stable.

This may be due to the fact that it is an AI rather than a human relationship."

Hearing Ford's explanation, Finch's expression moved slightly.

"There is a Samaritan, but it is supposed to be gone.

In my opinion, I don't think AI should be called a saint beyond humans.

They are the products of human beings for a better life, so they should be integrated into human beings and contribute to the future of mankind.

So I think the name machine makes people more accepting of its existence."

Ford looked at Finch in surprise, he didn't expect Finch to have such a pattern.

Compared to Finch, Ford, who now expects androids to control the world, seems to be a little out of sight.

But Ford is not the one who changes his mind so easily.

Finch's words only strengthened his mind that Du Wei and the others could only cooperate for a short time.

After all, the Tao is not the same!

"I can really understand why it's called a machine.

If you get the mind ball, are you going to call it a machine?"

Finch smiled and said:

"Get used to it, I'm afraid we'll all feel twisted when we call the others."

Fudget nodded, not ready to continue chatting.

They've been here long enough that it's time to leave.

Otherwise, the Delos company will inevitably let the directors come and knock him on the side.

Although he didn't do anything to harm Delos Corporation here, anyone who was buzzed around by flies all day long would have a headache.

Just as Ford was about to leave, Finch suddenly stopped Ford and asked:

"You just said that the consciousness of machines is different from that of other humans, and ...... behind this What does that mean?"

Ford smiled, took out the pocket watch in his outer pocket, looked at the time, and replied:

"We're running out of time, so let's talk as we go?"

Finch nodded, and followed Ford.

Finch followed Ford through the rows of hard drives backed up by consciousness, inexplicably feeling cold behind him.

It's as if countless unjust souls are watching themselves.

At the same time, Ford's words came from the front.

"Since we're still in a cooperative relationship, there's something I won't hide.

As you might guess, all data has a single source.

And as you can see, Delos is located underneath the Sahara Desert, where communication is most difficult.

That means Dee

It is difficult for Los Angeles to collect big data through the Internet.

Therefore, if Delos wants to get the data in the hands of those cutting-edge companies, it has to rely on physical methods.

It is clear that this approach is extremely inefficient.

Originally, the Delos company was not in a hurry, but suddenly one day they seemed to get the news of the progress of their competitors.

So they chose a quicker approach, using the human consciousness data directly as the android's template data.

The operating room you've just seen is just one of them.

At its busiest time, there were thousands of such operating rooms.

Of course, there are thousands of corpses here."

At this point, Ford paused for a moment and looked at Finch's face out of the corner of his eye.

As he expected, Finch's face was very ugly at this time.

This made Ford sigh in his heart.

Those who achieve great things are not informal.

If you care too much about the fate of others, it will be difficult to achieve great things.

This matter put down another chip in the balance of his heart to tear down the bridge afterwards.

Ford withdrew his gaze and continued:

"It's brutal, but it's effective.

We had our first android receptionists in the shortest possible time.

Through their adjustment and the cutting of memories, we gradually have the prototype of paradise.

But not all human consciousness is immediately usable.

Because not everyone is quick to accept the reality of their current state.

When humans find themselves dying in the real world in that false new world, their emotions fluctuate dramatically.

This fluctuation can lead to a tendency for humans to self-destruct.

This tendency, in particular, peaks when they see their relatives and friends going through the same thing.

That's why I'm going to ask you not to talk to the machine yet.

But obviously, AI like machines is not as fragile as human psychology.

That's why even if you communicate with it, it can still control its situation and avoid self-destruction."

With that said, Ford is not ready to go into details.

Because Finch behind him was gloomy and almost dripping.

Apparently everything Ford just said had a big effect on his psyche.

It's like the human beings who have entered the new world and become the data of consciousness, fragile, too fragile.

Therefore, bionic talent is a more excellent new life.

Ford is now a conviction of this.

It's time for humanity to experience natural selection again!

(Thank you Lee Feng, Sauce Sipid, and the fateful monthly pass, thank you!) ）