"When it's really impossible to judge the enemy's target, our principle is to prepare according to the most unfavorable situation for us," Lin Jingheng picked up the coat that had slipped down, "When the chip man of the Freedom Legion wanted to infiltrate the Heart of the Rose, he said The power of permissionless artificial intelligence is to expand, if he is not alarmist, AI Woolf really wants to enter the eighth galaxy, what method will he use?"
Lu Bixing sat on the floor on the carpet in the bedroom, put Ringer's precious memory on his knees, looked at the portrait at a glance, and answered him smoothly: "Super artificial intelligence has a host computer, and can use the network, including interstellar remote network, computer A fixed-point communication, etc., he may try to use the network to invade any system."
Lin Jingheng: "But the Heart of Rose is an electronic vacuum with no transition point inside, and we have been very careful when we are in direct contact with each other. As long as Baiyin San is not a rice bucket, the possibility that Woolf and the others can invade the coalition communication system is very small. If it were you, what would you do?"
"You asked me to play the role of artificial intelligence?" Lu Bixing glanced at him and smiled at him, swaying from side to side on the carpet, "Is this role-playing a little too violent? I feel a little shy."
Lin Jingheng: ""
Lu Bixing lowered his head again. He had been looking at Woolf's painting just now. I don't know why, there was something in the touch of the portrait that touched him after many years, so he had to use a frivolous joke. Only then did he exhale the depression stuck in his chest.
At this time, he restrained his hippie smile, and he pondered for a moment: "If it was me, I might choose to start from the chip man of the Freedom Legion."
Heart of the Rose, Thomas Young, who was sent to the wormhole for reinforcements, listened to the report of the guards, and was not surprised.
"Understood, it's not normal if there is no sign of intrusion at all. Isolation and treatment, yes, let's not rush to clear it first," Thomas Yang stretched a lot, "Let the housekeeper and Granny Poisson send a few people over, and we set up A team, analyze its invasion path as soon as possible, and report to the silver one and the commander respectively. In case we have another battle with Woolf in the future, the more comprehensive the preparation, the better."
"The Freedom Legion was chased by Woolf's artificial intelligence to run around in the first galaxy, and inevitably used the jump point, and from the perspective of the war situation at that time, the entire jump point network should be under Woolf's control, "Lu Bixing said, "When the Freedom Legion flees in a hurry, there will be many 'openings' on the mecha. So our captured mecha is likely to carry the virus."
Lin Jingheng shook his head: "Thomas and Poisson of Silver III are both in the Heart of the Rose. It's impossible for the two of them to handle this matter well."
"In addition to the mecha, there are people," Lu Bixing thought for a while, and then added, "the personal terminal of the captured chipman, as well as other electronic items, may have interacted with the mecha he was in. If the mecha was captured by Woolf Invasion, the electronic device on that person is probably not immune."
The captured Freedom Corps chipmen, who have not entered the Eighth Galaxy for the time being, remain in the Heart of the Rose, where they will also remove the chips and be tried.
Poisson Yang personally supervised the situation of the prisoners, and at the request of Thomas Yang's dignitaries, Poisson Yang nodded: "The sixth and seventh technical groups went over, when they had contact with the artificial intelligence army at the forefront - this is the commander of the Freedom Legion. The entire video record of the ship being shot down, there is no ecological cabin left, and there is no life response to the on-site detection. Let my grandson Thomas report it to the Galaxy City command center. Oh, yes, and also, take the electronic equipment we found from the prisoners here. And send it over and let him deal with it together. The prisoners of war are sent to the isolation room."
"Yes," the guard said. "Sir, how long is the quarantine?"
"Isolated to confirm that there is nothing extra on him except human flesh," Poisson Yang said word by word, "accurate to the nanometer level."
"The first thing to do to capture a prisoner of war is to take down his personal terminal and search for all suspicious items on him, including metals, sharp objects, and electronic products," Lin Jingheng said, "Needless to say, personal terminals depend on the host's energy. Running, once it is removed from the human body, it is a piece of waste, and other items will be treated in isolation like the mecha, what else?"
"They are all-pervasive, and you are all about the details," Lu Bixing sighed and thought again, "Okay, then only the biochip can do a little bit of manipulation."
Lin Jingheng: "I think in the field of biochips, our side has a comparative advantage."
"Yes, Woolf even took the chip jamming technology from me." Lu Bixing said, "but don't you want to consider the worst case? The worst case is that Woolf has actually passed some kind of way, there is a certain research on the chip - it is not impossible, you think, Dr. Harden was locked in the space prison early, excluded from the research team of the Freedom Corps, and I was trying to restore Dr. Gordon's conception of the chip, and They did not follow the same line of thinking. The ones who have played against Chip Man the most over the years are the Silver Ten Guards and the Alliance Army. Maybe Woolf knows Chip Man better than we imagined. He wants chip interference technology from me, maybe just A pretense that makes us mistakenly believe that he has nothing to do with biochips and neglects precautions."
Lin Jingheng's eyes sank: "On the one hand, we noticed that there are traces of artificial intelligence intrusion on the captured mecha and chip man, and invited Baiyinsan to investigate, making Baiyinsan think that they had deconstructed their intrusion path and method, and then slammed into the west. Unwittingly infiltrate our network with the chip's biochip."
Heart of roses.
Lin Jingshu was dead, Woolf temporarily retreated, and the entire human coalition was relieved, but the atmosphere of Baiyin San was still tense.
Thomas Yang: "I received an order from the command center, and the chip people who have been stripped have to be quarantined. I am afraid of those biological chips."
Poisson Yang: "You've been hiding behind Turan, and you haven't even touched the edge of the battlefield. You're afraid of a fart, so don't pretend."
"Fear is all imaginary," Thomas Yang Zhen said, "the people who watch ghost movies are more fierce than the real ghosts."
Just as he was talking about this, he saw a row of cleaning robots walking past with corpses on their shoulders—of course, there were no corpses left in the ashes under the missiles. Most of the corpses that remained were fished out of captive mechas. Some were killed by the protective gas when the mecha's gravity balancer was out of control, and were thrown out and killed.
There are different forms of death, and there is someone who is quite hideous. A corpse with a blue face and fangs happened to meet Thomas Young.
Thomas Yang hurriedly tiptoed back and took a step back: "You can't talk about people during the day, and you can't talk about ghosts at night, bah bah bah."
"Wait," Poisson Yang called to the robot corpse transport team, "Has the body been checked? Go to the security check again before disposing of it."
The robot corpse transport team dutifully went through another security check in front of him, and the chip people rested in peace, not intending to cheat the corpse, and Poisson Yang waved them away.
However, it is human, there are a hundred secrets and one sparse.
The robot corpse transport team sent the clean corpse to a special morgue, where the corpse will be identified and registered for processing.
The identification method of prisoner of war corpses is to scan the personal terminal on the wrist. The personal terminal uses the human body's own energy. Once a person dies, they "die", so they are disposed of together with the corpse and do not need to be unloaded.
The little robot turned on the "buzzing" scanner, lined up neatly on both sides, and sent the chip man's body to be scanned and entered into the Potbelly Processor, where they would eventually return dust to dust and dust to dust. One by one, the identity information jumped out from the scanner screen. These terrifying chip people turned out to be ordinary people from the seven galaxies, including researchers, repairmen, stage actors, and tourist areas. Later, they all turned into "worms" with the same face, blindly and enthusiastically surrounding their mad queen.
If there was a sentimental person here, there would probably be a sigh, but unfortunately the little robots were completely unmoved.
At this moment, a corpse that was about to slide into the scanner suddenly trembled, mixed in the natural shaking of the conveyor belt, and the little robots didn't notice it.
The biochip that should have been deactivated suddenly released a little microcurrent. The corpse twitched a few times under the stimulation of the microcurrent, suddenly opened its cloudy eyes, and activated the personal terminal!
The next moment, he opened his eyes and was sent into the scanner. The scanner card stuck for an inexplicable moment, the screen flickered, and suddenly garbled characters appeared. The little robots raised their heads and made a "beep": "Failure, report it"
In three seconds, the scanner returned to normal, and a sinister green small print popped up: Troubleshooting.
The invisible electronic ghost is like a dandelion seed, quietly falling on the physical scanner, taking root, and then spreading up the intranet.
"Marshal," on the mecha Longyuan, Longyuan's mecha core is the image of a middle-aged man with a plain appearance, "The detection of 'Seed No. 26' has successfully entered the wormhole channel, but I must remind you that entering the wormhole The 'seed' of the hole will lose most of its function."
Woolf's voice sounded in the Mecha Dragon Abyss: "It doesn't matter, my maker just wanted me to see the Eighth Galaxy and visit an old friend he settled there. The Eighth Galaxy is not the enemy, he admitted that the Eighth Galaxy The eight galaxies are legally independent. Let Seed 26 draw me a bird's-eye view of Galaxy City, I like night scenes."
Lin Jingheng: "I have asked Bai Yinsan to pay special attention to the biochip."
"Actually, it's not a big problem. In the wormhole channel, due to the uncertainty of the flow rate of time, it is a natural moat for both humans and artificial intelligence," Lu Bixing said calmly on his carpet, "Wool The husband has no hardware in the eighth galaxy, and only by remote intrusion, even if Woolf successfully enters our network, he can't do anything. Let the Mecha Corps go directly, but I don't think now is a good time if the AI Woolf really intends to do so."
"Well," Lin Jingheng nodded slowly, "The human coalition is still in the Heart of the Rose. Now is almost the time when all human beings have the most unified heart and the strongest fighting power. It's really not a good time."
"Even if the human coalition can't beat it, if everyone retreats to the eighth galaxy and closes the natural wormhole area, wouldn't Woolf be trapped in the first galaxy? How can he expand?" Lu Bixing shrugged, "If I am Woolf, I'll pack up the first galaxy first, and then I will send the central army of each galaxy home in a friendly way. I can also organize a group of interstellar maintenance teams to take their 'hitch ride' and follow the central army back to the second galaxy. Road to rebuild the transition point. In the next ten to twenty years, the Central Army in various places will help me clean up the mess left by the chip man. I will repair the transition channel that was blown up by the first galaxy. When I fix it, they will almost beat it. , I can quickly occupy the transition network of the seven galaxies before everyone reacts."
Lin Jingheng thought for a moment and admitted that this is very reasonable. Even if he analyzes the worst situation, it seems that there is no major crisis in front of him. He is tired after lying down for a day, so he plans to get up and move around, go downstairs and order something to eat with Zhan Lu.
Lu Bixing closed his knees and jumped up to catch up. Suddenly, he stopped and turned to look at the chair that Lin Jingheng had just sat on.
Lu Bixing suddenly remembered that during the sixteen years that Lin was away, this chair was also occupied by someone. It was a realistic 3D model, except that it had no soul, it was almost the same as a real person. He seldom went back to the bedroom to sleep at that time, and only when he dreamed at midnight would he open the door in a trance, turn on a bean-sized lamp, and look at him from a distance - he didn't dare to get too close, Because it is close, his overly sensitive ears will hear that the "person" is not breathing and heartbeat, and his sleepwalking will be awakened.
Lu Bixing pulled out Woolf's painting. There is a protective film on the hand-painted painting, which can keep the picture for a long time without fading. Lu Bixing scanned it with his personal terminal, and the brand and production date of the protective film popped up on the personal terminal - produced in Xin Ephemeris two years.
The year after Ringel's death.
He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized where the familiar feeling of suffocation he had just seen when he saw this painting came from.
Lu Bixing thought that this painting was the same as his 3D puppet.
"What are you dawdling for, you won't eat anymore?" Lin Jingheng waited for a while and didn't see him follow, and knocked on the door impatiently, "Are your legs numb?"
"Oh, it's coming." Lu Bixing put aside the paintings and notes, and caught up.
At this moment, Dr. Harden's communication message came in.
"Doctor, good evening."
Dr. Harden finally couldn't help looking for Lu Bixing to inquire about Lin Jingshu's whereabouts. After hearing a few words, Lin Jingheng quickly turned around and went downstairs. Now he just wants to hide the words "Lin Jingshu".
Lu Bixing had to carefully tell Dr. Harden the cause and effect of the conspiracy and destruction of the Freedom Legion.
Dr. Harden listened, stunned for a while, cut off the communication tremblingly, and knocked over a teacup.
The nurse who took care of him knocked on the door: "Doctor, are you okay?"
Dr. Harden turned his back to her, waved to her, and asked her to help close the door, then his back slowly hunched into a full stop, and suddenly burst into tears.
The old doctor didn't notice that the surveillance lights in his home medical cabin suddenly turned on, and the camera kept "gazing" at his painful shadow, like a silent companion.
In the Longyuan mecha of the first galaxy, a drawing board was automatically generated on the electronic screen. Then, a draft gradually took shape. The drawing was of an old man's desolate back. The super artificial intelligence sighed very humanely. .
Dr. Harden was alone for a night, and he found Lu Bixing again the next day: "In the last battle, the chip man's elite attack was ineffective against you, can you send me the parameters of that war? This is very important. Important data that can help us better understand that chip in your body."
In the Longyuan mecha, the painting on the electronic screen suddenly stopped.
"chip."
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