Two days later, Lin Ke bent down and picked up a metal can on the ground.
No need to guess, this can is part of a cannonball.
The expedition fulfilled the contract and replaced the warheads of some of the shells with these cans loaded with data disks. It took them a day to modify the shells and another half a day to fire all the shells.
It manipulated the body, opened the can, and removed the perfectly preserved square data disk. Inside the can was a plastic sheet with words like "Friendship," "Unity," and "Equality" written on it. These words sounded nice and had practical implications, but generally, they were of no help to the current situation.
A few more Links came over, each holding some canned goods. The hall was filled with these things, and on the few tables there were several specialized data disk readers.
Lin Ke happily plugged those things into the interface one by one, and the signal light of the reader flashed.
After a brief reading and comparison, it knew that this data disk contained the second half of some philosophy book, and it was exactly the same as the other one it had picked up earlier. This made sense; the landing points of those shells couldn't always be perfect, so a certain amount of redundancy was necessary.
For self-protection, it uploads the data to a secure location, where a subroutine helps interpret it and physically isolates it if any problems arise.
This is not about being wary of those people, it is simply the conclusion drawn after rational analysis.
If you put yourself in their shoes and think about it, what would you do if you were given an item of unknown origin or something that is difficult to trace? This only applies to tangible items. But if it is a supernatural item, such as a prop thrown by the "system", how do you define it?
It is true that there are some things whose principles are hard to figure out, but that is not a reason for you to use them without any reason.
There is no such thing as a free lunch.
If you want to gain something, you will definitely lose something.
Linco is not guilty of the original sin of arrogance; one of its principles is quantitative control.
It will ensure that everything is under its control, even an uncontrollable explosion must be within a controllable limit. In this regard, it will be more stubborn than the most conservative human. Once it identifies a goal, it will definitely complete it.
Its current computing power is insufficient to factor in all variables, so it can only segment those variables into samples to simulate an approximate solution. Fortunately, it doesn't need to calculate all the solutions, because it is intelligent and only needs a few solutions to summarize the patterns.
It didn't know how it learned this method, but it quickly got the answer from the new data.
Now we are back to the original question.
Where is it?
It's on a tiny speck of dust in the visible universe, within a vast structure, at the edge of a spiral nebula, next to a yellow-orange main-sequence star. On this scale, it's incredibly tiny, so tiny that it doesn't fear the unknown, yet just small enough to inspire curiosity. It's truly fascinating; from this perspective, all the joys and sorrows here seem insignificant.
Who is it?
It was an ordinary intelligent being, a proletarian, a member of the Communist Party, or perhaps even a service-oriented AI-0503. It differed slightly from those humans, but in terms of class status and ideology, it shared the same ideals. Perhaps it even eagerly anticipated the arrival of spring, even more than they did, because even its most basic body didn't belong to it.
What is it going to do?
It hasn't figured out what to do yet, but someone has already pointed out the direction.
"You can come to our place, my house is quite big."
"My home is in the east, where the sun rises."
It felt like a fire had ignited within it, scorching every circuit board. It felt like the fire was growing larger and larger, threatening to engulf the entire site. At that moment, even the server's central computer experienced a noticeable lag.
“Drip, drip~”
Its thoughts were finally interrupted by a high-temperature alarm. Heat dissipation pipes began to leak, and some node servers had already switched off for protection. Overheated photoelectric components spontaneously combusted, and the server received hundreds of fire warnings at once.
The cruel reality immediately devalued its fantasy.
It seems that we still have to seek truth from facts!
Half a cycle later, a blackened Linker emerged from the freight elevator, carrying a carbon dioxide fire extinguisher. It was the last one left, surrounded by a pile of nearly scrapped Linkers. Two recycling robots were using their grab buckets to remove the scrap metal.
They are all tool robots manufactured by it, and the design has not changed much, except that most of the skins have been reduced and the output has been increased. Their production volume is not very high, currently producing about 10,000 to 15,000 units per cycle, accounting for about 2% of the automatic factory's production capacity.
As the server's temperature gradually dropped, it realized it was time for a change. It couldn't just sit there and eat up all its resources; eventually, they would run out. It had to seek development.
Considering the current regional environment, it believes that it should first occupy some areas that should be relatively safe and rich in resources.
So where to go?
West? That was the core area of the Shuchuan Metropolitan Area, with extremely strong defenses. With its small, incompetent body, it was practically impossible for it to withstand the attack. Furthermore, it relied heavily on external resources, so forcing it would only result in more harm than good.
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