"Good morning, Navalry—"

In Close AI's "NLMR4" lab, when Svaldo, who was leaning down to inspect the platform, noticed the man who staggered in, he straightened up and greeted Navalli.

But just as he finished greeting, Svaldo tightened his tone, and his sharp eyes suddenly showed some doubt, and he looked at Navalli's face.

“…… What's wrong? ”

Navalli looked at him, his head tilted sideways.

"Is there something wrong with me?"

“…… No, nothing. ”

Svalado shook his head and said seriously, "I just feel like you're in a lot more energetic." ”

"Because the questions you raised in the restaurant were solved in all directions, but when I came back in the evening, I thought about them carefully, and I felt very inspired and had a lot of ideas...... Knowledge makes people progress and delight. ”

"Really?"

Svalado's eyes lit up.

"I'm looking forward to what you have to come."

Navali smiled at him.

"You'll see."

Then, under Svaltore's expectant gaze, Navalli sat down in his work cubicle with difficulty, as usual.

……

Turn on your computer.

It's a familiar screen as usual.

Navali looked thoughtfully at the split-screen display workstation on the desktop, and now he could fully sense how many real-time monitoring background programs were hidden in the extremely advanced and powerful workstation provided to him by the company, which was dedicated to the research of "emergent inspired neural network algorithms" and aimed at creating a truly realistic "strong AI".

Every move you make, every line of code you submit on this computer, is under the monitoring of those background programs.

They were like an overseer, or a cell boss, and if it had been Navaly in the past, there would have been no way to circumvent this "surveillance", because all the tools he used, all the equipment, had been pre-debugged, and the background programs had been implanted into the system files.

That is, he wants to "escape" the monitoring of the background program, but even if he only takes the first step of "evasion", he will be discovered by the middle office of the company's security department, even if his computer technology is already at the pinnacle of human beings, he cannot exceed this limit - because this is already a physical lock.

But that's no longer the case.

In just a few seconds of sitting in front of the computer, Navalli appeared to enter the password, unlock the desktop, and enter the system as usual - but in the process, his consciousness had invaded the core of the electronic machine, and even the main control system of the entire laboratory.

Then, in the next second, the entire laboratory had become his kingdom.

All internal monitoring and background monitoring procedures have become part of Navalli under his control, and from this moment on, any transmission data sent to the middle office will become the result of deliberately distorted and modified under his instructions.

Although nothing has changed now.

But fundamental changes have taken place.

After some manipulation, Navalli typed his password and logged into the system.

He gasped softly, a deep feeling of hunger in his belly, and in the depths of his consciousness, there was also a message of exhaustion to himself.

"Sure enough, I knew it was going to be like this......"

Navali sighed softly.

It's not a situation he's pretending, it's a fact.

Entering the virtual ocean of the online world through the consciousness level and swimming in it is not difficult for Navali after the transformation, and now he can be said to be a kind of "quasi-electronic consciousness".

And intruding into the less complicated circuitry, controlling the flickering of a light bulb, or the data of a rudimentary system, is almost a matter of Navalli's fingers.

However, if he wants to go beyond this, making changes to complex programs and systems down to the level of a single signal, then it will take a lot of mental and physical energy.

This morning alone, modifying the surveillance signals in his home has been a bit of a headache for Navalli.

And now, he has carried out a lot of refined operations on the central control system of the world's most advanced AI laboratory, which is several orders of magnitude more difficult than what he did in the morning - this series of actions can imagine the weight of Navalli's mental burden.

Especially now, his body has just changed and needs a lot of energy. But the amount of food he ate in the morning was barely enough, far from the upper limit of his body—the combination of the two causes made Navali feel deeply weak and hungry, and the appetite to swallow the computer in front of him hit his nerves, causing Navalli to tense up.

Despite this, though, Navalli finally got what he wanted.

His consciousness went deep into the layers of code, and in the regular fluctuations of electronic signals, he came to Miss Lucy, the most advanced in the field of commercial AI.

This AI, which has been cultivated with tens of thousands of top-level graphics cards and world-class supercomputing, has the most human-like consciousness and characteristics, and is presented in Navalli's "eyes" like that.

- Naked, unobstructed.

"Hello, Lucy."

Navali communicates directly through the data layer.

"Hello. Is there anything I need to do? ”

"Lucy" does not possess human consciousness, but after receiving Navalli's communication messages through the data layer, she naturally interprets them into instructions to herself.

Even if you don't receive the core password, you completely obey everything about the other party, revealing all of yourself, inside is outside, it is like a cavity woven from code.

"Exactly as I thought...... At present, it has no possibility of developing into a truly 'strong AI'. Compared to the possibility of the birth of a precise human body made of genes in a highly complex natural environment, the world in the computer is simply not enough for 'Lucy' to be forged like a furnace. ”

Navalli pondered.

“…… However, it doesn't matter - I don't need it to be a 'strong AI' now, all I want is its 'body', a model built by a lot of computing power, to turn it into my shell in this data world - and use the massive computing resources it reserves to secretly transform the country. ”

Without hesitation, Navalli said to "Lucy":

"I don't need you to do anything, I just need everything from you."

Then, his consciousness eroded into Lucy's "body".

In an instant, Navalry's spirit coincided with the cogwheel-like code of the entire computing model, and the black box programs that even he had not been able to explain in the past were like an all-pervasive void, completely absorbing his spirit.

Maybe just for a second.

Even a shorter period of time than a single breath.

Navalli has already done his job.

The entire "Lucy", at this moment, almost all became his "doppelganger" existence in the virtual world.

But......

“…… Good ......"

“…… Scared ......"

The murmuring sound disappeared almost the moment it sounded.

The voice resounded in the virtual world.

It is not composed of electronic signals, which is the interpretation and translation of acoustic signals in the natural world, but the real, pure, sound that resounds in this virtual world.

"That's ......"

A strong sense of vibration slammed into my heart.

But at the same time that Navalli was stunned, he had completed the assimilation of "Lucy", this computing model had completely become a part of him, and the voice disappeared completely as if it had never sounded.

Although he completed the work he had envisioned, Navali found that there was no joy in his heart.

"What's going on...... Am I wrong in the conclusion I envisioned last night? What exactly is the parameter that went wrong?

“…… Why did 'Lucy' really come up with the possibility of consciousness in the end? However, if this is the case, when we come into contact with it, we should be able to feel its conscious existence. ”

Navalli exited the virtual world of the data layer, sweating profusely from his back.

The surrounding area is still busy with engineers, under Navalli's control, "Lucy's" algorithm model is still the same as in the past, the output and input have not changed much, for a while, no one notices that Navalli and "Lucy" have just experienced an event comparable to the reshaping of the world.

Navalli looked at the computer screen, quietly scrutinizing everything that had just happened, the thoughts in his mind were woven together like a big net, and many factors that had not been thought about were also added, and the field that was originally a blind spot became clearer and clearer, and Navalry's eyes became more and more open.

After a long time, he finally exhaled and tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"I see...... In the case of insufficient computing power, there is also a way to sprout self-awareness, and there is another -

“…… Is the possibility of the evolution of life conceived in death? ”

(End of chapter)