Chapter 193 Holographic Electronic Rose 14 The Virgin Mary
Bev's face looked very bad, and she stared at her finger, blinking occasionally, very slowly, as if with great effort. When she saw Yanze coming over after changing his clothes, she suddenly came back to her senses and looked at it.
"You're back." Her voice was deep and slow, and she looked at Yanze with a scrutinizing look. She watched him calmly start the cleaning machine and put the messy living room in order.
"How many have you killed today?"
"8." Yan Ze answered straightforwardly, without hesitation or any emotion.
From the very beginning, Bev invested extraordinary efforts and expectations in it. In her half-life of scientific research, she has led the development of dozens of bionic people and never called herself a "mother".
Yan Ze is different. She gave it a unique name, and everything from the material to the sensor is different from other bionic people. Her husband hopes to launch an epoch-making killing machine, while she hopes to grow flesh and blood out of steel and form a living beating heart.
Now it looked as if she was going to fail.
"Come over and play another song for me." Bev's tone was hesitant, and these words came out of her chest forcefully.
Yanze put down what he was holding, and his fingers flew and jumped across the keys. The melody was monotonous and dull, like a maze.
Bang!
Yan Ze stared at the piano cover pressing down heavily, pressing hard on his hand. The chaotic and suppressed piano sound had not yet dissipated, and Yan Ze took back his hand with a trembling hand. Bev looked at it, knowing that its pain at this moment was no different from that of a normal human, but she didn't say a soft word, just shook her head and told it again.
“It’s still wrong.”
As the night fell, Yan Ze sat alone at the piano. His fingers were already red and swollen, but he still played the piano patiently.
The looping piano sound echoed in the living room, but Yan Ze keenly heard the rustling sound in the garden. From it he could scan the situation in the entire yard, but he did not move and continued to play.
In the high-precision artificial eye, there were several small red balls under the garden, and after scanning, the results popped up in front of it.
[Scan detected an abnormal person intrusion, the Pro database has been searched...]
[No. 07, 13, 46... It is recommended to clear...]
Yan Ze blinked his eyelashes, his pupils shrank and then slowly expanded, and he continued to play quietly. These two messages were silently destroyed in the complex data stream.
The memories of several days were repeated in the monotonous piano sound. The first half was the smell of blood and the gray eyes of the dead, and the second half was the children in the factory with their heads down in front of the screen.
The only variable was probably the subtle noise coming from the backyard late at night. Yanze always sat in front of the piano, playing music while paying attention to the movement in the garden, and helping them block the surveillance signal.
When doing this, Yan Ze did not have too many emotional fluctuations, he just did it, just like filling the kettle with water before watering, calmly and without emotion. As for what their ending would be, whether they could escape from this factory, Yan Ze was not curious, or cared.
"Mother."
Under the dazzling white light, Yan Ze opened his eyes and looked at the dark camera in front of him, repeating the sound that echoed in the pure white space.
"Mother."
The screen in front of him jumped to the surveillance footage of Bev touching its head. The voice echoing above his head repeated again: "Mother." The ups and downs of the voice contained hidden emotions.
Yan Ze's eyes did not blink, he repeated straight and emotionlessly: "Mother."
Behind the dark camera is a monitoring room of neither too big nor too small. Pro and Had are sitting leisurely on the sofa, watching people doing benchmark tests on one side, while on the other side is Bev sitting quietly in a wheelchair wearing a red shawl.
"Failed the benchmark test again." Pro said, but there was no regret in his tone.
"Honestly, Bev, the deadline for our bet is getting closer, and I'm becoming more and more relaxed." He leaned his head forward and picked up the teacup. The hot steam could not hide the mocking look on his face.
"Failed the benchmark test again. Looks like I can just sit back and wait for you to take the chip out of its processor and give it to me."
"Protect."
Yan Ze repeated at the same speed as his previous answer: "Protection." Even though he had just hacked into the signal source and overheard such a conversation.
No wonder the number of psychiatric medications Bev requested had skyrocketed.
"If you weren't so stubborn, this beautiful android wouldn't have to be destroyed." Pro sighed. "Although the chip on it is very important, it has done a great job during this period." He sat up straight and looked at Bev. "You should have seen him kill people. His sharp judgment and excellent independent thinking ability are really dazzling."
"Test completed, failed."
Yan Ze heard a notification, and at the same time, the restraints on its body were untied and the light became soft.
Bionic people are not as intelligent as everyone imagines. At this time, the intelligence of bionic people is at most used as sex toys, but they still often induce the uncanny valley effect of users. Such creatures are simply unable to disguise and eavesdrop.
Not to mention that it can perform tasks as a killing machine. Without strong intelligence, even if it is taught all the skills and knowledge, it still cannot make instant predictions and decisions, and cannot be a tactical maker or decision maker.
But Yanze did it. Among the tasks it performed, there were violent suppression, disguised espionage, and even psychological games, and it completed them all brilliantly.
It’s just a pity that Yan Ze is still unique at present.
When Yanze realized this, he realized that he could finally talk to his mother.
The piano music resounded throughout the room again. Yanze looked at Bev's fingers pressing hard on the keys and suddenly said, "Can I try again?"
Bev paused, lowered her head and wiped the tears from her face, without even looking at Yanze, she just stopped playing. Yanze knew this was tacit consent, but he was not in a hurry to sit next to her and play, he just moved Bev back to the wheelchair, then sat back at the piano, and randomly tapped a few notes with his fingers, without forming a tune.
Bev frowned slightly and continued to look at it silently.
A familiar and smooth piano piece flowed out, with repetitive and orderly melodies arranged, performed perfectly as usual, until the last bar, when it withdrew halfway through playing, and the music stopped abruptly at its climax.
Yanze turned his head and looked at Bev. This middle-aged woman devoted herself completely to pure technology in the first half of her life. She was almost indifferent to everything happening in the outside world. She even married Pro and had children just to complete the deal. All the so-called worldly life was boring and not worth mentioning.
Until the car accident, when the out-of-control car deliberately crashed into them, Bev's legs were stuck in the wreckage of the machine. In the bloody mist, she was facing the wide-open eyes of the perpetrator when he died. She was shocked and confused.
Those eyes lingered, and she couldn't fall asleep for a long time. They tortured her to go and see for herself, to see the numb children in the children's factory in the old city, to see the street gangs in the old city who relied on the Prosperity to wantonly kill and abuse ordinary people...
Bionics technology has become widely popular, implants and a large number of abused technologies have grown disorderly and savagely. In the hands of capital, her technology has grown uncontrollably into a creepy monster that devours everything.
A large number of workers in old industrial areas were eliminated as uneconomical parts. Companies supported murder and arson in order to obtain resources, and opened a large number of low-cost factories for children...
She understood that this was not her fault alone, and she also understood that there was nothing she could do.
Later, Bev once put all her energy on Hader, her biological son, who would control Pro in the future. But she could only realize day after day that her biological son had grown into a replica of Pro, even more paranoid and crazier.
She was exhausted and just wanted to escape, so she pushed her wheelchair to the church in the old town to seek a little peace. Bev looked up and saw the broken statue lowered its eyes in pity, not looking at the person crawling under it, but only looking at the swaddling clothes in its arms.
Only then did Bev realize that it was a statue of the Virgin Mary.
"Mother."
Yanze looked into Bev's eyes and took the initiative to break the silence, but he did not follow up with the question he always asked.
Bev gathered her shawl around her and looked at the "child" in front of her who belonged to her alone.
"Don't you ask yourself if you are doing the right thing?" She looked into Yan Ze's black eyes, suspecting that she had seen some subtle changes in them.
Yanze smiled, lowered his head and casually pressed the keys, the ticking sound could not form a tune. "It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong. Mom, your answer here is not necessarily correct."
Bev was shocked by these words. She could only clench her hands and look at the boy. Her eyes turned red and she opened her mouth in a daze, unable to utter a word.
Yanze moved his fingers to the highest note and pressed it twice casually. Bev seemed to be awakened suddenly. She glanced around, took a deep breath and thought for a while. She spoke after considering the monitoring in the room: "You...is this your idea?"
Yan Ze did not answer immediately, but continued to play the tune sporadically: "Probably."
Instead, it was this vague uncertainty that made Bev certain that a non-human soul named Yan Ze was born in her hands.
Yes, it is a non-human soul, so the benchmark test of using human emotions to measure intelligence is ridiculous, full of human supremacy and arrogance. With such a level of thinking, maybe Yan Ze could pretend to pass the test if he wanted.
Thinking of this, Bev immediately thought of a question, why? Why didn't Yanze choose to pass the benchmark test?
"Mom, what kind of person do you think Puro is?"
Bev couldn't help showing her stunned expression again. This sentence answered the question in her heart. It implied that Pro's promise was not credible. After Yan Ze completed the evolution of strong artificial intelligence, Pro would not let Yan Ze go.
Being able to make such a decision means that Yan Ze may have hacked into the system without her knowledge, learned about the bet between her and Pro, and weighed Pro's behavioral logic against his own, and finally made this decision.
"Do you believe your mother?" Bev quickly gathered her thoughts. The sad and confused look on her face no longer appeared. Her back straightened unconsciously, as if some kind of strength had returned to her body.
Yan Ze neither nodded nor shook his head, but just quietly looked at his creator with his inorganic black eyes.
The clock ticked twice, and it was exactly the hour. Bev murmured softly, "Turns out today is January 2nd." She suddenly became excited, and directed Yanze to find a suitable iron plate. She smiled and pushed her wheelchair into her workshop.
Yanze walked to the greenhouse, which was shrouded in a dreamy orange light at night. Tonight, there was still a faint rustling sound coming from the corner. Yanze did not look over, but turned his head to look at a pointed roof not far away.
That was Pro's children's factory. The garden was right next to the children's dormitory. Yan Ze suddenly wondered what decision these children who wanted to escape would make if they knew that the tunnel they dug with so much difficulty only led to another prison.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Three gunshots pierced the silence of the night. Yanze could clearly hear the child's unique scream, which soon disappeared.
Most of the scoundrels who look after the children's factory only care about the results, and they turn a deaf ear to what fun these scoundrels have with these "parts" at night.
Yan Ze stood at the door of the greenhouse and looked at the half-opened roses with flowers and leaves for a while, and many thoughts emerged in his mind.
I shouldn't intervene now, it would only expose myself in advance... When the day comes when he gets rid of this place, he will destroy this place, and naturally make them safe...
But soon, Yanze walked quickly into the greenhouse and dug out a gun from the rose soil.
There was no natural light source in the light-polluted city, only various artificial light sources fell on it in patches. The boy in a white shirt and black pants assembled the gun as he walked towards the children's factory.
Yan Ze squatted on the highest point of the steel frame like a quietly falling white bird, looking down at the ground. The bright white lights turned the entire factory into a slaughterhouse. Shivering short figures hid here and there, and the people with the huge one-eyed logo behind them were laughing in twos and threes, enjoying the fun of the "special event".
Yan Ze felt that he was not excited. Well, he was not a human being. He just understood human morality and should not have compassion.
A child had already been pulled out from underneath. The man wearing a prosthetic limb grabbed the child's hair and dragged him high off the ground. The single eye on the back of his clothes became hideous.
Yanze slowly stretched out his arms, holding the gun with both hands to keep his body stable, and the small red sniper point in front of his eyes slowly moved down and aimed at the one-eye.
Puff, because of the silencer, the tiny sound of the gun bursting out of the barrel rang out and then disappeared. Yanze tilted to the right lightly and steadily, and there were several more consecutive sounds.
"Who! Who is it?! Those bastards from the old town?!"
"Impossible, how could they possibly have this ability?"
Well, now it's time to switch prey and hunter. Yanze quietly left the high iron frame, loaded the gun nonchalantly, and took aim again.
Yan Ze did not look at the person lying on the ground. He picked up the gray rag on the ground and casually wrapped his head and face. Then he stepped back, turned around, raised his hand and fired a few shots, and another person fell to the ground.
Yan Ze retracted his gaze and looked down at a pair of dark blue eyes in the corner. His face and body were so dirty that only those eyes could see clearly.
【No. 07】
Yanze remembered the movement in the garden, but it said nothing and did nothing, and turned and left silently.
"I know you." A childish and somewhat hoarse voice came with the night wind, but Yan Ze just lowered his head to check the remaining bullets and then walked away.
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