Chapter 147: Father's Deity

The silver Aston Martin DBK is parked in the emergency stop strip of the A1 European motorway, the hazard lights flashing continuously, and the yellow lights are getting dimmer, not because the twelve-cylinder engine has stopped working, but because the snow is covering up the rear turn signals. Snow-white steam came out of the four shiny stainless steel exhaust pipes, and the engine was still running, except for the hood of the car, which was not covered in snow, and the windshield and roof were covered with two-inch thick snowflakes. The highway duct system blows away the snow from the road with hot winds, which drift down on the roadside, slowly obscuring the shoulders, barriers and parked sports cars. The snowfall was finely powdered, sticking to the glass windows and melting into thin ice, and ten minutes earlier, the side windows of the car had been obscured, and from the outside it looked like a strange-looking snowy castle made of naughty children.

"Dear Father. ”

After the one hundred and forty soft calls, the male synthesizer gave a command to Aston Martin's air conditioning system, and the air conditioning compressor briefly turned on for two seconds, sending a cool breeze from the central air outlet to Brandon Bartholomew's forehead. The cold wind blew the white hair, the old man suddenly woke up, raised his heavy eyelids with great difficulty, and found that the world he was in was blurred, and the glittering sky light reminded him of the situation when he hid in the snow room in his childhood and waited for his friends to look for it, the snow was cold, but the house was warm, the snow was white, but the sun was warm yellow, exactly the same as now.

"Dear father, you need to go to the hospital immediately. I have contacted your cardiologist who is waiting for you in the operating theatre of the Rena Rester Inje Hospital in Salzburg. The male synthesizer said softly, "Although the GTC Headquarters Hospital has more medical experience, with your current situation, it is not suitable to return to the headquarters building. Please give us instructions, we will be at Yan Chai Hospital in 8 minutes, the artificial heart and lungs are ready, you may need to live on cardiopulmonary bypass for a while until the clone heart is developed. ”

"You...... What are you talking about. Dr. Bartholomew replied wearily, and he shifted to loosen his seat belt, a small gesture that had almost exhausted all of his strength. The seat belt alarm immediately jingled, and sensing the father's irritability, the gods hiding underground in Salzburg immediately turned off the sports car's sound and raised the volume of classical music slightly.

"You need immediate treatment, dear father. The synth repeated, "I can't go against your will, so I need your permission to start the car." ”

A smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth: "Treatment? I don't need that kind of thing." ...... Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, any questions, dear father. The male voice replied.

"What is the ultimate answer to life, the universe, and everything?" said the old man.

After a few seconds of silence, the quantum computer replied: "If I analyze it from the perspective of philosophy, mathematics, quantum mechanics and religion, I can get 102441 contradictory answers, but if you are referring to the plot of the famous science fiction novel, then the answer is a simple two-digit ......"

"You're so boring, computer. Bartholomew smiled wryly, "No kidding. ...... Tell me, am I doing something wrong?"

"You can't be wrong. The male and the sound immediately replied, "You are always right, even if it is an unreasonable decision, dear father." ”

The old man sighed, "Is my authority already above the logical judgment of right and wrong? Don't evaluate it from the perspective of a quantum computer, imagine that you are a person, an ordinary earthling, and tell me whether my decision was right or wrong? ”

"From the listener's point of view, your final order will trigger a world-scale terrorist attack that is expected to kill more than 100,000 people, cause direct economic losses of $1.2 trillion and collateral economic losses of $20 trillion, and whatever GTC decides, its seat as a special permanent supervisor of the United Nations will be stripped of its seat, and GTC and Taihao will face trial, whether morally or formally prosecuted by the International Court of Justice in The Hague. At the same time, the ghost organization will be devastated, and it is expected that only a very small number of elite members who will survive the joint anti-terrorist activities on an international scale will remain hidden, and the ghost branch in the 'world' will also lose its dominance and completely collapse, and you will lose everything, dear father. ”

"Go on. The old man covered his chest with his right hand and coughed twice, slowly squinting his eyes.

"Whether this directive will succeed is unclear, and there are quite strong forces within the GTC pushing for the 'World' project, and if they resist the pressure to announce that it will be released as usual, tens of millions of players will still be able to get biochips to log into the system. You have done nothing wrong, but you are gambling dangerously at once with little chance of winning, dear Father. ”

"And you can't turn off the network interface and deny players access to it. The old man sighed.

"Yes, because I run on the core of altruistic logic, and I can't deprive a large number of logins of their interests. The quantum computer lowered its volume and made an apologetic gesture.

Bartholomew stared at the thick snow on the window for a moment, and then said, "So be it, I did what I had to do, and the rest is up to the children themselves." ...... Can you open the car door? I want to go down and see why I didn't find the door so heavy before? Now that I think about it, what a stupid idea to refuse to progress, all those shiny hydrogen-powered cars should all have electric doors, right......"

"It's minus four degrees outside, and your body can't be stimulated in any way, dear father!" the synthesized voice sped up. Despite the opposition, it obediently unlocked the door, puffed out the warm air, and pushed open the door on the driver's side of the Aston Martin with room pressure.

The wind immediately swept the snowflakes into the car, and the bitter cold from the Alps washed Brandon Bartholomew's veins in an instant, so that he gained strength out of nowhere, stepped out of the car, and stood up against the wind and snow. "Look, what beautiful snow. He exclaimed in childlike surprise, pointing to the hazy distance, "Look, that's the backbone of the European continent." Salzburg is the starting point of the Alps, and it is only in such a season that you can see the endless snow-capped peaks, isn't this the scene that made me fall in love with this land in the first place? ”

"Yes, dear father, that's beautiful. The quantum computer said. Even with the thousands of high-definition cameras it controlled, looking in the direction of the Alps from the same angle, it could not see the mountains on the other side of the wind and snow, and at this moment, the computer understood that it was just an illusion in front of the old man's dizzy eyes, and it told a lie, a lie that caused twenty expensive lattice relays in the underground shaft of the GTC headquarters to pop and burst, and the abnormally high level caused the "Genesis" to instantly have some kind of illusion, some strange illusion that could understand human emotions.

Computers never lie.

Unless it's in front of the father, be an empathetic child.

The old man took a deep breath and poured cold air mixed with snowflakes into his chest, "Do you know what I'm thinking right now?"

"You want to speak to Gu Tie, dear father. "You've said more than once that you want to do it, but you're afraid of distractions and hang up." From the listener's point of view, I have already called on a large number of electromagnetic fragments to lock Gu Tie's position coordinates, and I can talk to him directly, and the upper limit of time is ten seconds. ”

"The kid was pitiful. The old man's back looked a little lonely, "He is too smart and too stupid." He couldn't find any friends, and he didn't know what he was here for. I know that the decision I made will kill many people, but I don't regret it for the sake of the survival of my personality in another world, and if the only thing I regret in my life is to involve that child in all of this. ”

"That's not your fault, dear father. The computer said, "Do you want me to connect him? It only takes a second." ”

Brandon Bartholomew touched his nose lightly, whenever he hesitated, he always liked to do this action, the old man and Gu Tie didn't realize that this was the only common denominator between father and son with different races, beliefs, and fates. "Let me think," said the old man, "let me think." ”

The quantum computer obediently shut its mouth. The car stereo played Richard Strauss's opera "Rosenkavalier", one of the old man's favorite records. When the aria of the young knight Octavian sounded, in order not to drown out the beautiful singing voice by the wind and snow, the computer raised the volume by three blocks, and for fear of disturbing the thinking father, it quietly reduced the high-frequency part a little, so that the sound of the symphony seemed softer.

Three minutes passed, and the male synthesizer asked tentatively, "Have you made your decision, dear father?"

There was no answer. Brandon Bartholomew's broken heart had long since stopped beating, and his body rested on his favorite sports car, standing quietly in the Alpine snowstorm.

"It's cold outside, dear father. ”

"Genesis" knows everything. The memory in the underground cavern recorded the debilitating chimes of the old man's heart beating for the last time. It just chose not to accept it, and let its artificial intelligence deviate from the core of logic again, the lattice relays burst one after another, and the dark cavern lit up with brilliant fireworks of sacrifice.

“...... What are you talking about?" In the bunker three hundred meters deep underground in Batangafu, Gu Tie suddenly turned his head and asked.

Xiao Liping, whose mouth was sealed with duct tape, shook his head.