Jacob then recounted the banquet's proceedings in detail.
This sent chills down the spines of the marshals who were looking at the interrogation records.
It feels like your base being raided during a battle with the enemy.
All female military personnel's partners can open the [Spouse Information Sharing Terminal] to share military communications.
They knew more about this than even the legion marshals did.
It's important to understand that military secrets between legions are not shared.
A hot-tempered marshal couldn't help but slam his fist on the table:
"What's going on? Didn't the male insect's mental power degenerate for hundreds of years? It's only been a few months, first there was an accident on Aphrodite, and then there's an accident involving a married male insect."
Has the three main intelligence agencies' oversight of male insects degenerated to this extent? How can we possibly trust them anymore?
In the interstellar age, the amount of information has exploded.
Especially when technology develops to a certain level, AI technology can "contaminate" the Zerg's knowledge base.
The so-called "pollution" refers to fake news that AI can generate at will, which it then believes to be true and incorporates into popular science content.
The hardest-hit areas include knowledge of plants and animals.
You can make up a plant at will, such as the autumn pear blossom.
Among the lush foliage, an apricot tree was laden with grapes.
Once the AI accepts this setting, the species Akemi Rika will exist forever in the StarNet, like a stubborn virus.
Using a computer to search, the image page will be filled with such messages.
Ordinary female insects, not being professional experts in zoology and botany, have no ability to discern such information and can only passively accept it.
If this continues, the entire Zerg knowledge base will become nothingness.
All of this is fake.
Information pollution is a very serious issue.
Manually screening and verifying the authenticity of information would be an enormous undertaking, making it impossible to complete.
Take the entire intergalactic world, with its hundreds of billions of Zerg, as an example.
If each insect sends only one StarNet message per day.
Nine hundred billion messages, complete with pictures and text—that's enough work for 100 million employees to work continuously for a month.
Therefore, the mainframe is an inevitable byproduct of technological advancements.
The mainframe is the control core of StarNet.
It relies on its powerful computing capabilities to handle all kinds of matters, big and small, in interstellar space.
The "polluting" information generated by AI technology will be immediately recognized and debunked by the AI.
The saying "a lie repeated a thousand times will become the truth" does not apply to how the mastermind processes problems.
Even if it's fake news, it still got 40 billion views, 3.5 billion shares, and 10 billion likes.
The mastermind will also intervene, blocking access and pushing the "fake news determination result" to users who have viewed the content.
The mastermind has always been the foundation for the stable operation of Zerg society.
The marshal of the First Exploration Legion rubbed his temples in exasperation:
"The StarNet has been running smoothly for thousands of years, so it's normal for the mainframe to have some minor problems."
Furthermore, the male insect's network information has always been protected by the mastermind due to historical issues, so it's normal that we haven't discovered it.
However, the mainframe needs an upgrade. Didn't they recently invite us to visit the Science and Technology City?
Upgrading and iterating the mainframe will be extremely difficult.
Learning knowledge is like climbing a mountain; it takes time to accumulate.
The Zerg's existing knowledge system is like that of a giant.
If you let a female insect of normal intelligence study, she might spend her entire life only managing to climb to the giant's toes.
A peerless genius might, on his deathbed, stand on the hair of a giant and advance technology by a tiny bit, thus achieving lasting fame.
Fortunately, there is a technological city in the universe.
Over in the science and technology city, there's a group of crazy masterminds.
Madmen look down on the short lifespan of living beings, and on their empty brains; they only pursue the limits of the universe.
They are friendly neighbors in the universe, known by word of mouth.
Because they provide the mainframe with upgrade technology, helping the biological societies of various star systems to operate smoothly.
At this moment, another marshal asked:
"Let's continue reading. Who exactly is this prince that Jacob mentioned? Is he a member of another race?"
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