Chapter 192 Holographic Electronic Rose 13 Piano Music
"What ability do you have to stay and provide cover?"
Yan Ze's expression turned cold, and his tone did not mean to shirk responsibility, but more like a question. 07 wiped the blood that kept oozing from his forehead and pushed Yan Ze directly into the narrow pit.
"As you said, I'm not sure how long I can delay this, so you better act quickly."
Yan Ze took one last look at him, and without saying anything else, he turned around and crawled forward along the narrow tunnel. He believed that the value of this place was definitely not just a chip. If he found more valuable things, he would have bargaining chips to deter others.
There was no point in saying more, and there was nothing to say to each other as parting words.
07 He covered his wound and rested for a while. When he saw its figure disappear, he got up, pushed the iron bed here, and walked out.
He stood up against the wall, the blood on his fingers stained red from the bullet, his expression calm and peaceful. The red lights scanning in the distance intertwined, he just glanced at them and took a deep breath.
As footsteps as light as ghosts approached, 07 reacted quickly and knocked over several people who approached him, but he shot him in the head without hesitation. No blood flowed out, but blue energy liquid came out instead.
Bionic man.
07 made an immediate judgment, raised his hand and shot the bionic man in the chest again. The bionic man who was about to get up immediately stopped and stood still.
This brought back those distant memories, the day-to-day toil, the unavoidable gazes, and sometimes when they inadvertently looked into each other's eyes, he could immediately recognize the inhuman coldness.
And regular "entertainment activities" every Sunday.
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Yanze crawled all the way out. The tunnel was narrow, so even a man of his size had to dig while crawling. He picked up a lot of things from the loose soil, including a mess of hard plastic plates and a spoon with a broken handle.
I don't know how long I crawled in the darkness before light appeared in front of me. Yan Ze should have been happy, but now he felt a little uneasy.
If this passage really took it out, how could it go back to save him?
The dirt fell down in clumps, and Yanze had no time to think about why he didn't just abandon 07. After getting out, the first thing Yanze smelled was the fragrance of grass and trees, not the simulated smell of industrial fragrances.
Garden... Only when Yan Ze was in it did he understand that the garden 07 was talking about was not a holographic decoration, but a real garden with lush plants.
In today's Blue Lake City, the word "nature" has lost its original meaning of grass, trees and forests. Here there are only industrial products and waste from man-made objects.
Animals and plants are luxury goods with sky-high prices. The so-called potted plants and pets owned by most people are just artificial imitations of living things.
Yan Ze scanned them one by one and made sure that this huge garden with no end in sight was full of real plants.
"Break-in detected..."
A cold mechanical sound came from afar, and Yan Ze immediately tensed up and tightened the gun in his hand, but the next second he heard another gentle and warm female voice.
"Verification passed, welcome home."
Soon something came rolling over the grass. Yan Ze subconsciously raised his hand to aim at the source, but saw an electric wheelchair slowly approaching with a red scarf draped over it.
Yan Ze instantly recalled the vague fragments of memory from before and reached out to pick it up, but the wheelchair turned around and rolled over the grass and went inside as if leading the way.
In this case, Yan Ze followed the guidance of the wheelchair through a large forest until he saw a glass house in the distance.
The glass house is a flower garden. From the details, it can be seen that no one has set foot here for a long time, but the grass and trees here are still growing well, and the sprinkler device not far away is even still running.
Yan Ze wasn't sure if he had been here before, and was searching around for anything that might be related to the chip or information.
After searching for a while and finding nothing, Yan Ze had cold sweat on his forehead. He couldn't help but think about how 07 might have died and doubted his decision.
Yan Ze took a deep breath and took two steps back, kicking the sprinkler. He subconsciously looked and found that there was a bush of roses in full bloom. The red flowers were bright and vivid, without a trace of artificial beauty. It was a bit messy, and many of the flowers were not in good bloom.
The iron plate hanging in the flowers jingled, and Yanze squatted down and picked it up to examine it carefully.
"Beff-2079/1/2"
Yan Ze was stunned for a moment, then turned around and touched another line of small words.
"It's a memorable day. My child was born. He is mine but will soon belong to no one else."
It had no impression of this line of words, but the words on the front were very familiar to it - that was its model number.
Just as he was in a daze, the wheelchair appeared behind him and bumped into his calf. Yanze held the nameplate tightly in his hand and followed the self-driving wheelchair all the way to the room behind the greenhouse. There were many identity verifications along the way, but without exception, they all turned into "Welcome Home" as before.
The moment the heavy wooden door opened, all the lights in the room lit up. Yan Ze glanced over and suddenly became distracted by a half-sized photo frame on the wall.
In the photo frame, a woman put her hand on a boy's shoulder, and the two looked straight ahead with relaxed and comfortable smiles on their faces. The woman's face was not beautiful in today's world where face replacement has become the norm, and there were even fine wrinkles and spots on her skin, but her eyes were gentle and calm, containing some emotions that were difficult to interpret.
Yanze walked over. He should have been surprised that the boy in the photo looked exactly like him, but he was only concerned with looking at the woman in the photo.
"Bev...Mom..."
Like a spell, the moment it came out of his mouth, memories rushed like a tide and quickly flooded the database, and a line of small words jumped out before his eyes.
[Core encrypted files have been decrypted]
His vision gradually blurred and then became clear. The red scarf on the wheelchair was half draped over the back of the chair, with the other end softly hanging on the ground. He subconsciously reached out to take it.
A melodious piano music sounded in his ears, and Yanze instinctively heard the imperfections in it. He blinked and looked up to see Bev sitting at the piano by the window. She played the piano slowly and coughed softly.
Yanze knew that this was his memory. The memory bank faithfully restored the soft and slightly tough touch of the scarf in his hand, and he spoke instinctively.
"Mom, it's snowing outside, be careful not to catch a cold."
Bev didn't look at it, but just hummed softly and played on the black and white keys of the piano with her hands until Yanze walked behind her.
Bev coughed softly, smiled, and gently moved to the side of the piano bench, pulling it to sit down.
"Yan Ze, can you sit down and play the piano for me?"
Yanze looked at the scarf in his hand, raised his hand to wrap it around the pale-faced woman, and then nodded and looked at the black and white keys that had a certain pattern. On the polished piano, Yanze saw his own eyes at the moment, ignorant but with a certain inorganic indifference.
Without Bev saying anything, Yanze began to play the song Bev had just played. This melody would repeat itself at the end of each section, like a mechanical arm on an assembly line repeating its operations day and night.
Yanze faithfully repeated every mistake and instability in Bev's playing. Bev laughed and reached out to randomly press a few notes to disrupt the rhythm. Yanze saw himself stop at a loss, his fingers resting on the keys.
"Play it again. Play it yourself."
Yan Ze was obviously stunned for a while, and then turned around and played it perfectly as it was, but the ups and downs of each piano piece were exactly the same, like a maze.
"Mom, am I doing the right thing?" Yanze asked Bev softly in a rigid tone.
As soon as she finished speaking, Bev patted its head and gave a helpless smile.
"Baby, you're playing it wrong. Totally wrong."
From the reflection of the piano, Yanze saw his helpless and aggrieved expression, but this was a faithfully recorded memory. Yanze knew that at this moment his heart was calm, only the processor that was constantly calculating and speculating was analyzing the "correct answer".
Beep—the sound of the door being opened. Yanze looked up and saw a man walking in with a half-grown boy.
Yan Ze did not look over directly. Instead, he noticed the disgust and fatigue in Bev's expression, but these emotions were well concealed. She quickly turned her head away as if nothing had happened and gently combed Yan Ze's short hair.
The man and the boy had faces that were 80% similar, with the same indifference and arrogance on their expressions. The implants behind their ears were glowing. They were not wearing suits, but the fabrics of their clothes showed that they were unusual.
"I said, don't come here until we succeed." Bev was moved to a wheelchair by Yanze. She turned the wheelchair and urged it to go to the garden. Yanze obediently went to the garden.
There were not so many flowering plants in the garden at this time, and it began to take care of these delicate flowers and plants skillfully, while its signals were diffused into the room, telling it to pay attention to the movements inside.
"The intelligence of this experimental subject is not even as good as that of a housekeeping android. Is this the result you get after consuming so many resources?"
The man's voice was clearly filled with displeasure. Bev said nothing, and the man continued, "Bev, we used the best materials for it. It shouldn't be sitting here tending to the flowers and plants."
"Then what should we do?" Bev finally spoke: "Kill people? Become a killing machine that satisfies you? This is against ethics and morality."
"Mother." The boy hadn't used a voice changer yet, so his hoarse voice was strange and weird. "Have you forgotten that it's just a machine? No matter how much you teach it, it won't understand emotions and can't complete the evolution you mentioned."
"It's better to make the best use of it."
"Hader, you have no right to interrupt here." The man scolded but did not mean to blame. "Bev, wasn't that car accident enough to alert you? In Blue Lake City, moral conscience is not as real as weapons."
"Yeah." Bev chuckled. "If it weren't for the car accident, I don't know what you did. For the few resources in the old city, you have already pushed them to the brink of death."
"Now you have set up a so-called child factory. You have completely lost your conscience."
Yanze looked at the iron kettle in his hand. The sunlight shone through the glass. He saw his expressionless face. The cold light of the metal was like a whistling snow.
The memory twisted forward rapidly along the cold light like snowflakes, and finally fell on the back of the hand. There was a burning chill that was transmitted through the skin to the processor.
Yan Ze looked up at the gray sky. Countless snowflakes fell silently. He sat on a high iron frame and looked down at the silent crowd.
The ground was covered with a layer of fine white snow, and their clothes were all dirty and filthy in the cold wind, making them look like a group of beggars. The sobbing wind blew past, and Yan Ze, who was sitting on a high place, seemed to hear their low sobs.
Yan Ze looked down and could only see the tops of their heads. At this moment, he met a pair of dark blue eyes. The boy's face was too dirty to see clearly. They were far away, and only a bionic person like him could see the color of his eyes so clearly.
"Yan Ze? What are you looking at?"
The voice in the headphones pulled him back. He looked at the one-eyed logo of Pro on his clothes, stood up and leisurely jumped down from the iron rack.
His amazing jumping ability was obviously not something a human could have. After just a few steps, he had walked into the nearby church, passed through the hollow courtyard, passed through the huge holographic projection of the statue, and walked to the man in front of him.
Yanze completed his memory on his own, and Bev could not change Pro's decision after all. He was trained to be Pro's "secret security", but Bev still owned him, and he was also a "domestic bionic man."
"You did a great job." Pro was obviously trying to use a fatherly tone when speaking to him, and Yanze felt that he did not have any emotional fluctuations in response to his words.
"Do you know where this is?"
Yan Ze looked around and said calmly, "A factory under Pro."
Pro pointed at the children in uniform not far away and asked, "Who are they?"
Yan Ze's expression did not waver at all: "Employee."
Pro nodded with satisfaction and waved it away casually: "You can leave now, Bev is still waiting for you."
Yanze walked around the factory skillfully. On both sides were cold machines and children wearing the same uniform and with shaved heads, whose genders could not be determined.
This is the early stage of the research and development of smart chips in Blue Lake City. Since there is no human thinking domestication model for highly intelligent chips, they can only roughly involve a large number of people in the process and carry out human-computer interaction day and night.
Yanze scanned the screen that was lit with a cold light. A variety of complex basic questions were jumping on it, most of which were judgment questions.
When he returned to Bev, she was still sitting at the piano playing. Yanze stopped for some reason and leaned against the wall listening to the piano music.
Each section still has the same melody, but because of the different rhythms, it sounds completely different.
Yanze flicked his fingers and looked blankly at the neatly tended flowers and plants in the greenhouse. He still didn't know how to play the piano piece, but he had realized one thing.
It was indeed played wrong before.
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