Same day.

Nevada.

In the sound of the desert wind, there was a hum in the sky.

Eight-legged silvery creepy crept in from the dust, looking like a sea of silver that covered the mountains, submerging the inland part of the desert.

And behind these "Type 2 Sentinels" who are like land walking octopuses, there is a huge tower figure looming.

Ovis, a four-star American general and head of the Air Force Base in Area 51, and the head of the Military Science and Technology Research Center in Area 51, looked at the silver sea and the towers behind them like moving peaks, not only him, but even the officers and soldiers behind him, their eyes were dyed with despair.

"Target: Area 51. Present humans, lay down your arms, and go for 'standard citizenship certification', or you will be considered enemies. ”

Compared with the "Type 1 Sentinel", the "Type 2 Sentinel", which is larger and more adapted to the desert inland environment, let out an indifferent and heavy persecution voice, and both Orvis and the other soldiers and officers were silent.

After a long time, when the "Type 2 Sentinel" issued the ultimatum, they launched another attack.

Instead of putting down his weapon, Orvis raised the pistol he was carrying, which was very weak at this time, aimed at one of the "Type 2 Sentinels", and-

"Bang!"

In the next second, his body was already submerged in the silver sea.

Thirty minutes later, all the personnel inside and outside Area 51 had either surrendered or been cleared - the rest of the personnel in Area 51 looked at the mechanical creatures shivering, but they didn't expect that the mechanical creatures passed them as if they were not interested, and instead began to use the wires, metal, transmission equipment, and various other instruments in the Area 51 base to start laying something.

…… What do they want to do??

The survivors looked at each other in the open space of the base, looking at the pedestal that had been erected several meters high in just a few dozen minutes, and began to be curious, but they did not dare to ask a word.

……

Washington, White House.

Meng Ken sat in the president's office in a daze, listening to the sound of a giant stumbling on the ground outside, getting closer and closer, and the expression on his face became paler.

"President...... Your Excellency the President...... All defenses have been routed, and the Underground Vault cipher door cannot be opened...... Please instruct on what to do next! ”

Desperate cries of Secret Service personnel were heard outside the office, and after a long time, Meng Ken finally moved.

He got up, pushed open the door, and walked heavily, under the protection of the secret service, to the outside of the White House, on the famous lawn, to the peregrine falcon-like "three-type sentinels" in the sky, and the "towers" in the distance.

"We surrender."

Among the people present, there was a faint sigh. Monk didn't look back to find out who made this noise, and at this point, there was no point in pursuing such a thing.

All he knew was that the moment he said this, the secret service officers beside him, the soldiers outside, and the tired armed men in the distance all hurriedly threw down their weapons, as if they had taken off all their defenses, and either lay down or sat on the ground.

“…… Really. ”

A kind of gray realization sounded in Meng Ken's heart.

But just over half an hour later, as the "former president of the United States", he went through the "standard citizenship certification" with other soldiers and officers, and was dispersed outside the White House, looking up at the "three-type sentinels" and "towers" who were still working, and the realization in his heart turned into shock.

…… What's that?

He looked up and watched as the mechanical creatures would cover the White House in a dense manner, dismantling it into a thousand strands and building a pedestal on top of it, which was getting taller and taller.

He looked at the winding lines and incomparably complex mechanical structures on the pedestals, and the expression on his face became incomprehensible.

……

At the same time.

In the 48 states of about 800 square kilometers in the continental United States, cities have been occupied and towns have been covered.

At the same time, the "Type 1 Sentinel", "Type 2 Sentinel", and "Type 3 Sentinel" have built 800 pedestals on 8 million square kilometers of land, as well as higher and higher mechanical towers on the pedestals.

A large amount of data information is connected to each other through the pedestal, and finally merged into one place.

- In a desert in the middle of the United States.

“213.475629，37499……”

"41.92 degrees north latitude, 93.17 degrees west longitude......"

“nshdtej……”

"Battle Loss Rate...... Verification rate ......"

Navalli was lying dozens of meters underground, and every part of his body was connected to a data line, and at the moment when the 800 signal bases were established, an unimaginably huge amount of data poured into his mind in an instant, and Navalry's body trembled violently.

…… However, it was only for a moment.

Almost instantly, Navalry's body had returned to normal - at the same time, the path of consciousness had become more open than ever, and the 800 giant towers of signals built with the resources of the United States had raised his computing power to a new level in the moment he built it.

- When he first combined his consciousness with "Lucy", the computing power was almost at the level of five billion times.

——And when "Lucy" was promoted to the global market and was able to use the decentralized computing resources of personal terminals, his computing power increased to more than 100 billion times.

- Now, after the establishment of the 800 Signal Tower, his computing power has jumped to more than 10 trillion times - what is commonly known as ZFLOPS......

Moreover, the 800 giant towers are not only computing centers, but also high-power signal transmitters, and they are also production bases, which can provide Navalli with a steady stream of mechanical creatures, and continue to improve under the debugging and calculation of "Lucy".

There is no doubt that Navaly now has complete control over the whole of the United States.

The patrolling "sentinels" are his eyes and ears; The "towers" are his siblings; And one by one, the "Signal Towers" that are being built and are still rising, like his doppelgangers, stand on the land of the United States.

"The first phase goal has been completed, and now the time is 16:32 in the West Sixth District, 28 minutes earlier than the expected time, do you want to transition to the second stage now?"

The pleasant voice of "Lucy" sounded in Navaly's head, it was a part of the intelligent computing center that he had actively divided to assist him in his decision-making, which would help Navalry's own balance and focus-

Still, it was like an excuse. Because for Navalli, this "Lucy" is essentially just a part of him. Perhaps, the existence of this "Lucy" is more like a product simulated by Navalli because of the regret in his heart after discovering that "Lucy" had died out before he was born.

Hearing the voice of "Lucy", Navalli groaned for a moment.

In just a moment, he had already made a decision.

"Continue to build the Signal Tower—and at the same time, broadcast the full scope of my speech in 'New America.'"

……

American proper.

Forty-eight states.

10 meters, 100 meters, 100 kilometers......

Eventually, 800 mechanical towers with a base area of more than 500,000 square meters and a height of more than 1,500 meters stood on the land of the United States, like towering giants looking down on human beings.

Even from a distance of thousands of meters, you can see the giant mechanical towers, and their very existence is enough to make all human thinking power disappear.

While the vast majority of people were still shocked, a small number of people subconsciously fiddled with their phones and turned on the screen irritably - and then they found a shocking fact, the signal that had been cut off was back at this moment?

However, before they could log on to the forum and communicate frantically with others, every mobile phone, every TV, every computer, and every Internet signal billboard in the United States lit up and forcibly switched to the same screen.

Even the mechanical tower, which was still under construction and was getting taller and taller, was projecting a huge hologram into the sky, and in that hologram was the same picture as each terminal.

- Navalli's head, which appears in the center of the frame.

He bowed slightly at hundreds of millions of people across the United States.

"Hello, 'standard citizens' of 'New America.'"

(End of chapter)