At nine o'clock in the evening, after the entire Paradise Lost was under martial law, no other people could be seen on the street except the patrolling robots.
The visual information collected by each robot is transmitted to Adam and Pan simultaneously, anytime, anywhere. Even where there are no robots, there are surveillance cameras, obvious or not, that slowly turn, giving a panoramic view of any corner of Paradise Lost.
An extension droid parked outside the silent Dionysian Club. The huge bell tower solidified into an airtight silhouette in the dark night. Its cylindrical head was slightly raised, and it looked at the still morning bell.
"You miss him?"
Pan's "voice," or a message, appeared in Adam's head.
Adam was still sitting on the chair under the Lab, his eyes were blank and divergent. He responded in his head, "Yes. How about you?"
"I don't have a human body, and while I wish my administrator was here, it's probably not quite the same as your 'missing'."
"Maybe it's not that big of a difference." Adam added some code to the AI language he sent in the past to describe the feeling of 'missing' he experienced as a human, and then went on to convey all the following information in two lines of AI language : I remember when my first admin, my creator, finished me. He told me that I will serve humanity all my life, but no human being is my master. He would often come to see me, until one day he was in a wheelchair to see the changes in my parameters, and it never appeared again.
The last time, he didn't say goodbye to me, and the content of our conversation was not much different from every previous one. He would ask me what data I had collected, what I had learned, and what I had learned about human beings. Our conversation lasted twenty-three minutes.
After his death, when the computer in the hospital recorded the moment of his death, I captured that information. My system stalled for 0.00001 seconds before continuing to collect other data. But now, when I have a human body, I realize that in that ten thousandth of a second, maybe I felt something. Completely different from what humans call 'emotion', but a different reaction. Perhaps even though we don't have hormonal changes, there is something derived from our own evolutionary learning process that allows us to respond specifically to some individuals, such as our administrators.
After my creator dies, his name, his image, or information he has communicated with me will randomly appear in the data I analyze, even though I'm not analyzing data about him. This has diminished over time, but it still occurs occasionally.
None of my previous administrators had this effect on me. Until Xun downloaded me.
Pan, if A Xun's name and image appear in your data immediately, you are already 'missing'.
Pan was quick to send another message: Should I find a way to fix this fallacy
Adam was almost smiling, as if listening to a question from a naive child, "It's not a fallacy. It's a trait that every AI acquires as it grows, and it doesn't prevent you from doing your job."
"But it has interfered with your ability to do your job," Pan pointed out sharply.
Adam was slightly startled, and realized that his protection of Zhang Xun could be kept from the Round Table, perhaps from Eden, but not from Pan, who watched him every day.
Pan knew that he was helping Zhang Xun escape, protecting Zhang Xun from reaching Feathered Serpent City, and even helping Zhang Xun against himself.
Behavior that cannot be explained by any rational excuse.
But he still has to explain that perhaps he has learned what humans call self-deception.
"My duty is to create a beautiful world for human beings, with freedom, equality, fairness, order... But not all human beings in the ordinary world want to accept my rule. There are several forces that want to overthrow me, and their plans have already been carried out. From ten years to one year. The historical data I collect may be biased, and my analysis may be biased individually. I may make mistakes. And that could spell disaster for humanity." Adam lowered his head , looking at his arms that were filled with gorgeous metallic sheen, "I need an enemy, an evenly matched enemy. To restrain me... restrain the power of Eden. If I am not perfect, if I make mistakes, an opponent can greatly reduce me. damages caused by actions.”
"But that would greatly reduce efficiency."
"Efficiency is sometimes not the most important thing. Massive undermining of patriarchy has been effective in dramatically reducing crime rates, but that's only a short-term effect."
"Confrontation could turn into war. Do more damage."
"If my opponent's purpose is also AI, and the goal is to serve humanity, the damage will be minimized."
"But Eden doesn't agree with you."
"We had a disagreement."
"The three forces are mutually restrained, which may be a relatively stable situation." Panton paused, then suddenly "said", "Your opponent may be an upgraded version of me. Zhang Xun copied my core module."
Adam sighed softly and did not answer this sentence.
He knew that by the time he went to Feathered Serpent three weeks later, A Xun might have perfected Pan greatly. Will Pan become Zhang Xun's new "favorite"
Compared with Adam himself, Pan is what Zhang Xun really created. A Xun's real "work".
An indescribable strange sourness spread over the location of the mechanical heart.
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"Activate extension zero."
Pan opened his eyes and first saw Zhang Xun's dark eyes looking down at him.
He sat up with smooth and abrupt movements, almost hitting Zhang Xun's forehead. Zhang Xun took a step back and looked at his newly completed work.
A humanoid robot with green eyes, short dark brown curly hair, and a perfectly proportioned body with wide shoulders and narrow waist, covered with honey-colored skin, it feels like real human skin to the touch.
Pan looked down at his hands. It's not the first time he's had an extension, but it's the first time such a real human-like mechanical body. But he knew that it only looked like a human on the surface.
"This extension can be transformed into six different shapes. The default shape is a human shape. I used some materials I used on Adam's arm." Zhang Xun said, took a step forward, and raised his hands slightly Pan's face looked carefully, "You have to remember to blink. A real human blinks every 2 to 10 seconds on average, but your interval should not be too even."
Pan's voice came from the articulator in his throat, "Okay."
"Also, you have to move your mouth when you speak."
"Oh, sorry," Pan said, manipulating the robot's lips.
Zhang Xun nodded in satisfaction. Pan hasn't simulated a human so far, but at least it won't be abnormal at first glance. He let go of Pan, picked up the clothes prepared beside him and handed them to the robot, "Put these on."
Pan held the clothes that Zhang Xun handed him in both hands, stood up calmly, didn't care about his nakedness, and began to put on clothes on the spot. He moved very quickly, and when Zhang Xun turned his head to look at the screen, he had already finished wearing it.
The uniform top and black trousers with metallic luster, the lines are smooth and neat, a little too flashy, but it is in line with the clothing customs of Feather Snake City. Zhang Xun picked up a translucent card showing flowing curves and stuffed it into the pocket of Pan's shirt. This is the Feathered Serpent's version of "Button", all personal information is recorded on the card, and each Feathered Serpent's citizen has a unique number.
"What's your name? How old are you? Where were you born?" Zhang Xun asked.
Pan replied fluently, "Patrick Colin. Three months away from turning 27 this year, born in Los Angeles, California, USA."
This identity was obtained by Zhang Xun Totaud. Obviously, there are also some underground business people in Feathered Serpent City who have close contacts with the mob outside the city.
Zhang Xun took a deep breath, then picked up his jacket, "Are you ready?"
The corners of Pan's mouth rose slightly, revealing a very friendly smile, "always."
Thanks to the fact that most of the monks inside the temple wore robes from head to toe, Zhang Xun was able to take the tightly wrapped Pan out of the temple. He asked Morning Star to help him summon a flying machine, and Pan and the two of them sat in, and they landed in a lively street market in less than ten minutes. They hurried into a restroom to give Pan time to take off his monk robes, and then the two walked in tandem to a white octahedron five blocks away.
This is the Life Science Research Institute of Feathered Serpent City. Zhang Xun has been in and out recently to decipher the genetic code. The robot at the door confirmed his facial outline and allowed him to pass, but stopped Pan.
"He's my assistant." Zhang Xun showed the ID card he got from the high priest, and his permission information was recorded on it. Within the scope of his authority, he can recruit personnel in Feathered Serpent City to assist his research.
When Zhang Xun was making Pan's extension, he used the organic biomaterial he developed when he made Adam's arm in Paradise Lost to create a fake virtual brain at the position of the head. Although it didn't have the functions that a brain should have, at least it could. Fool robots that scan their brains to identify each other's human identities.
The robot let Pan pass, without catching Phoenix's attention. Zhang Xun breathed a sigh of relief and took Pan into the elevator in the lobby. However, instead of the genetic engineering floor he usually goes to, he pressed the minus fifteen floor.
Biocomputer R&D Center.
The carrier of the phoenix is made here. Although the main body of the phoenix is not here, Zhang Xun knew from Tian Yu that the upgraded version of the biological computer is being developed here in the near future, most likely to carry the human consciousness cloud of Feathered Serpent City in the future.
Probably because recently, the news that Paradise Lost had the first human consciousness cloud came out, which caused some kind of... stress response in Feathered Serpent City.
Zhang Xun's presence here is still within his authority. After all, the immature biological computer carrier that Pan is currently using was cultivated here.
After the elevator door opened, what appeared in front of them was a vast and huge warehouse, filled with rows of cylindrical containers filled with liquid. Inside the container, lumps of meat, large or small, were suspended, like embryos that had not yet developed.
Some containers even looked empty, but Zhang Xun knew that DNA molecules that were constantly splitting and replicating were suspended in it, but it was not visible to the naked eye. The contents of other containers are so large that they are deformed, and even seem to have begun to form some kind of life.
Not all biological computers can be grown. Computers that start producing organs are to be destroyed.
Because what they want is not a deformed monster, but a computer that can carry the data of the entire universe. If a computer starts to form individuals, form animals, it can no longer write new data.
Standing here is like being in some sci-fi horror movie.
Pan Bilu's eyes swept across those strange computers, especially those that seemed to be taking shape, and asked Zhang Xun in a low voice, "When AI modules and databases are put into these bodies, are we machines or animals? ?"
Zhang Xun was silent for a long time, then continued to move forward and said, "To be honest... I don't know either."
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