Han Ling had imagined countless times what the science and technology city would look like.
Perhaps it was a fortress formed by countless stacks of steel that turned the entire planet into a super-giant computing machine.
Perhaps they were a primitive, mechanical tribe, machines devoid of human consciousness. Without understanding the meaning of beauty, they were incapable of constructing magnificent architecture.
These are all the technological cities that Han Ling has dreamed of.
But when the hydraulic gates opened, he saw a scene exactly like that of a human city.
Looking down from the Star Harbor, the city streets, lined with towering buildings, are meticulously planned, with colossal skyscrapers soaring into the clouds, rivaling the Star Harbor itself, which seems to float in the air.
Seeing this scene, Han Ling felt a chill run down his spine.
A planet inhabited only by mechanical constructs has surprisingly developed a spatial layout resembling that of intelligent life!
There is only one possibility for this to happen.
That is mechanical creation, which acknowledges that intelligent beings are a transcendent existence and their superiority!
Han Ling's fingers twitched slightly; he saw the wolfish ambitions of the Science and Technology City.
The science and technology city has already begun to harbor plundering intentions towards intelligent life.
Just as Han Ling was still in shock, he suddenly heard the sound of uniform footsteps coming from the cabin door not far away.
"Da! Da! Da!"
That's the sound of military boots hitting the ground.
A few seconds later, a black military boot stepped out of the shadows at the cabin door and into everyone's view.
Above the black military boots were crisp, light gray military trousers.
Military boots and trousers are very close-fitting equipment. With each step the owner takes, Han Ling can clearly see the deformation of the leg muscles caused by the stretching of tendons and bones.
Han Ling's gaze gradually moved upwards, and his expression gradually became serious.
The creature approaching him might not even be human. Han Ling sensed no spiritual energy fluctuations from them whatsoever.
These people all look different, with different faces, eye colors, and hair colors.
But Han Ling saw directly into their empty minds through their eyes.
Their brains are empty; their heads are perhaps just decorations.
Just as Han Ling was still thinking, the sound of synchronized footsteps suddenly stopped.
The newcomers were a group of men dressed in light gray military uniforms, standing ramrod straight in front of Roderick.
The man in the lead had orange hair and a natural smile on his face as he extended his hand to Roderick.
"Welcome to the Science City. I'm one of the reception staff. You can call me Anson. May I ask which race of tournament participants you are from?"
Roderick, however, didn't notice anything unusual. He extended his hand to shake Anson's, gave him a slight shake, and introduced him as usual:
"We are from the Zerg, and you can call me Roderick. This is our first time attending the Tech City Conference. If there's anything we don't understand, we hope you'll be understanding and help us explain it."
Anson hesitated for a moment, then said:
"I don't recall this being the first time the Zerg have participated in a major tournament? Oh, sorry, I forgot. The Zerg only have a lifespan of 500 years. The last one to participate here wasn't you, was it?"
After muttering this to himself, Anson ignored Roderick's reaction and chuckled to himself:
"Haha, look at my memory, it seems this is really your first time attending the Science and Technology City Conference."
Now, please follow me.
I will take you to the participants' residences.
As for this starship, it will be towed to port for unloading. Thank you for the supplies you brought.
Ansen smiled, the corners of his mouth curving upwards, which stunned Han Ling.
Han Ling was utterly shocked, and a question kept echoing in her mind: It's so similar! It's uncanny! Is Anson in front of her really a mechanical android?
Anson is now no different from a human.
The perfect muscle texture and realistic skin and muscle feel meant that even someone as vigilant as Roderick didn't notice anything unusual.
A moment later, led by Anson, the group silently left the starship and headed towards the starport below.
At the exit of Star Harbor, a port shuttle bus is parked.
It was a sleek aircraft that looked both understated and fierce. Han Ling glanced at it and felt like he had seen it somewhere before; it looked very familiar.
It wasn't until he sat inside the aircraft and saw the huge circular soft couch that Han Ling remembered.
This aircraft, similar in design to Parsons' aircraft, is called the Ao36 series. It is the latest model of the Zerg aircraft, priced at a whopping 136 million credits, and has seats for about 60 people.
A while ago, when he went to the capital planet, he rode in the same spacecraft.
Touching the soft couch beneath his hand, Han Ling felt a sense of doubt.
Logically speaking, the technological level of the Science City should be far ahead of that of the Zerg.
The manufacturing process of this aircraft likely dates back more than 1,500 years.
Why is such an old technology still being used in the science and technology city?
Why would this type of aircraft be parked at Starport's port? Is it a coincidence?
Han Ling suppressed his doubts and looked up in Ansen's direction.
Anson's delicate skin texture and the fine details of his body hair all suggest that he is a human, or rather, an intelligent being.
If Han Ling hadn't possessed extremely high mental strength, he probably would have been deceived by An Sen's appearance.
After everyone boarded the aircraft, Anson took on the role of receptionist, dutifully introducing the science city along the route the aircraft took.
Han Ling stared at Ansen's mouth for a while, but found nothing wrong. Then she shifted her attention and listened carefully to what Ansen was saying.
Inside the enormous aircraft, there is a circular panoramic glass window that encircles the entire aircraft.
Flying at low altitude, everyone could clearly see the science city through the glass windows.
Anson's voice clearly reached everyone's ears.
"What we see now is the main city of the Science and Technology City. There are some landmark buildings in the city, such as the [City Staircase] on our right, which symbolizes the Science and Technology City's never-ending spirit of exploration..."
Upon hearing this, Han Ling turned to look to his right.
Sure enough, on the right, he saw a hundred-meter-high staircase leading to the sky.
The pure white staircase is dazzling and easily causes visual illusions, making it seem like it can't go on for a moment.
These white steps stand in the very center of the city garden.
A circular flower bed surrounds the steps, with all kinds of flowers blooming in profusion.
However, after everyone saw the staircase clearly, they all fell into an unusual silence.
Now, everyone should be engaging in some mutual flattery, praising the sights of the science and technology city.
But no one could bring themselves to praise it.
These are such ordinary steps, as commonplace as a park on a C-class planet. How can one praise them?
A broken staircase, there are them everywhere, aren't you tired of climbing stairs?
Even the male insects looked at Han Ling with puzzled expressions.
It seems to be asking:
"Sir, is this the Science and Technology City? These flowers and plants don't seem as precious as those on Aphrodite."
Han Ling originally wanted to say something, but when he glanced at the pure white steps, he was deeply attracted by the things next to them.
Next to these steps, on the wall of a tall building, there is a huge open-air screen.
At that moment, an advertisement was playing on the big screen.
The advertisement is only a dozen seconds long and conveys a very simple message.
Even without sound or words, Han Ling understood what the advertisement was trying to convey.
This advertisement is expressing maternal love.
The first scene of the advertisement shows a little boy lying on a bed with a hot towel on his back. The boy seems to have a fever, covered with a thick blanket, his brows furrowed, and his expression pained.
In the second scene, the mother appears.
A woman dressed in light purple loungewear appeared on the big screen. She touched the boy's forehead with her hand, her face full of anxiety.
Then, the scene shifts again.
A torrential downpour was falling from the pitch-black night sky.
The rain poured down, pounding on the deserted streets.
Then a tiny figure braved the heavy rain and hurried over from afar.
That was a mother wearing light purple pajamas, carrying a little boy on her back, running wildly in the rain.
The last scene is set in a pure white hospital room.
The little boy was wearing a hospital gown; his complexion had turned rosy, and a smile was on his lips.
The mother, soaked to the bone, collapsed to the ground, trembling all over.
After watching the advertisement, Han Ling's lips twitched. If he were drinking water, the water would definitely have sprayed out of his mouth.
What's this?
The machine overheats, then rain falls to witness cyber maternal love?
Is a large robot carrying a small robot to the hospital for repairs and battery replacements?
Han Ling continued to stare at the large screen, her head full of questions.
After the advertisement about maternal love finished playing, a new advertisement caught Han Ling's attention again.
The first scene of the new advertisement is a familiar white ward, a familiar hospital.
A little girl with braids is sitting in the consultation chair, having her eyes examined with instruments.
Another mother appeared, muttering to herself with an angry expression.
Han Ling could imagine what she was saying.
This mother is probably saying, "I told you not to play with the computer, and look what happened! Now you've ruined your eyes! It's all because of playing with the computer!"
Before he could even finish watching the advertisement, Han Ling couldn't help but rub his temples.
He suddenly couldn't understand what the AI in these tech cities was trying to do.
We should emulate humanity and intelligent beings in everything we do.
But can machines really understand the logic behind these behaviors?
Han Ling's subtle actions did not escape Roderick's notice.
Roderick followed Han Ling's gaze and saw the end of the advertisement.
Roderick read the advertisement aloud with a puzzled look:
"For eye problems, please go to Emma's Repair Shop on Changlin Street? I feel like this advertisement is a bit strange."
Roderick's words did not escape Anson's ears.
Anson looked at Roderick. His smile widened as he asked:
"Is there a problem with the advertisement? This is an advertisement for the Science and Technology City, so of course the content is related to our robots."
Hearing Ansen's words, Han Ling's eyes gradually darkened. Was the Science and Technology City about to lay its cards on the table?
Roslick nodded haphazardly, clearly not understanding.
After a long pause, Roderick suddenly turned his head, looked at Anson beside him, and asked in shock:
"Wait! What did you just say? You robots? You're a robot? But your appearance and skin clearly indicate that you're an intelligent being!"
Roderick looked Anson up and down but still couldn't find anything about Anson that resembled a robot.
Anson smiled, seemingly enjoying the Zerg's shock, and slowly began to speak:
"We are indeed robots. The reason why our skin and appearance are no different from those of humans is because we have mastered the latest technology, bio-plasma cell technology."
With this technology, all mechanical creations will become indistinguishable from intelligent life.
Bioplasma cells?
The crowd muttered about the technology, seemingly unable to imagine how such a robot, which was so close to being an intelligent being, could be created.
Could it be that the cell membrane is being used as an ion exchange membrane for a bio-battery?
Seeing the puzzled looks on everyone's faces, Ansen smiled smugly.
Han Ling sat to the side, observing Ansen's behavior and expressions with a cold eye.
After a long pause, Han Ling couldn't help but snort and said:
"Is Anson very similar to a human?"
I feel there is absolutely no similarity between them.
All science is nothing more than bionics; all technological research focuses on simulating human functions.
Although the science and technology city has a high level of technology, it's nothing special.
The combined length of human blood vessels alone could circle an asteroid two and a half times.
Could Anson do it? Anson probably doesn't even have blood vessels.
I think the technology in the science and technology city is still far behind.
After Han Ling finished speaking, all the Zerg present looked at him in shock.
To the Zerg, those words were nothing more than a pointless argument and provocation.
Even the male insects were giving Han Ling meaningful glances, as if to say:
"What's wrong with you praising someone when they're showing off, Lord Han Ling?"
Making such outrageous remarks on the host country's turf is probably not a good idea!
Han Ling ignored the stares of the crowd and stared intently at Ansen, wanting to see his reaction.
Han Ling always remembered what the system had said.
The system says that the AIs in the science and technology city are a collection of evil and wickedness.
Without any safety regulations in place, the AI in the science city grows wildly and comes into contact with countless messages of extreme bloodshed and violence.
These things are hidden in the AI's storage, and they are subtly influenced, eventually leading to extremes.
Although intelligent beings learn and imitate continuously as they grow, they are prone to being influenced by their surroundings.
But intelligent life has an underlying logic, which is DNA, the four bases in the gene sequence.
As the saying goes, it's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature.
The information carried in the genes of intelligent organisms will continuously correct their errors.
This ensures a balance between organisms and the environment, and between individuals and groups.
If any extreme genetic information that is detrimental to the development of the race appears, it will be eliminated through genetic screening in the next generation.
It can be said that intelligent beings possess the highest level of defense, resisting the invasion of various viral information.
The existence of intelligent beings is a miracle.
This kind of miracle cannot be replicated at present.
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