Chapter 088 Artificial Intelligence Simulator
As for the answer to the question, I actually have an immature guess about the season sequence.
In this fast-paced society, even an old antique, as long as he has access to the Internet, will understand some strange creative settings, not to mention that Ji Xu is just a little older in his lifestyle, and is essentially still a young man who has not graduated. He likes to pay attention to trendy things instead of discussing with a group of people in a philosophy seminar why people live, or reminiscing about why he is no longer a human being.
In short, Ji Xu's guess about the game is very simple and crude.
While he was deep in thought, he had already trusted the narration of the tree hole so he didn't pay attention to the corner. The PS and Word documents that were fighting on the computer quietly stopped arguing, the sound of the keyboard typing became weaker and weaker, many invisible creatures pricked up their ears, and even the cactus on the table secretly leaned forward.
Ji Xu thought, in fact, from the several simulators he had experienced, putting aside those messy speculations, the origin of the game is literally "game" -
"?" The sudden sound interrupted Ji Xu's train of thought. Tortured by Tetris, he subconsciously looked over and saw several error windows popping up on the desktop. Just as he was about to take a closer look, Ji Xu's thoughts suddenly stopped.
'The future development of the cult simulator has undergone a major deviation', 'A large number of NPCs died in the killer simulator', Ji Xu read through the entire text at a glance, and in less than half a second, many programmers who had always had a low sense of presence suddenly jumped up, quickly and tacitly closed the error report, and then observed Ji Xu in the distance.
Season sequence: "..."
The culprit's gaze shifted slightly.
The programmers who were forced to work overtime thought that Ji Xu hadn't noticed. Even the tree hole and the log that had been paying attention to Ji Xu didn't notice this by accident. They secretly glanced at the players, and when they saw that the players' expressions were as thoughtful as ever, they breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that they had saved the last face of this makeshift team.
Ji Xu moved his gaze back and was silent for a while: "What... are you doing?"
This kind of thing is not their fault, so there is nothing to hide.
The log misunderstood, thinking that Ji Xu was asking them why they were so crazy. After a long delay, it finally remembered what the tree hole had just done. It opened a new document and asked, "So, you thought about it for a long time, and this is the answer?"
Ji Xu was puzzled to find that it was not going to mention the previous accident. In fact, both parties felt guilty. One group felt that they had been too reckless in playing the game, but it was wrong to damage the DLC. The other group thought that this makeshift team was full of leaks and was not worthy of a good player. If they told Ji Xu about it, wouldn't it expose the fact that they were penniless? It would be better to hurry up and fix it. Another year has passed.
So Ji Xu took the opportunity to ignore the incident and asked, "Why did you open a new document?"
The diary pretended to be profound and explained: "Work is work, life is life."
In human terms, it takes only three seconds to open a new document, but it takes ten minutes to convert the question into working language.
Ji Xu felt awkward when he noticed the hidden meaning of this sentence. He didn't expect that among a group of employees who were in a bad mood, the diary was actually quite clear about the distinction between public and private affairs.
"After learning about your existence, I ruled out most conspiracy theories."
Ji Xu sat down on the ground with his knees propped up as he spoke. He didn't know how long the conversation would last, and there was no ergonomic chair for him to rest. He lifted his chin and tilted his head, tapping the ground slowly with his black-gloved fingertips. This posture made the heartless programmers nervous unconsciously, listening to the slow voice describing his psychological process bit by bit: "I thought too complicated before. Villain is not a good word, and the skills you gave are too cruel. Now I think I was prejudiced. As a game GM, you are so naive. The origin of the simulator can't be that complicated."
Just as Ji Xu said simply and bluntly, the game is just a game. It has no conspiracy. It just exists here. Anyone can play it and can leave at any time.
This game is just a little bit special.
"As for other ideas, do you want to know?"
The only tree hole with vocal cords made a longing sound on behalf of all colleagues: "I want to!"
"Wait for me to sort out my words. Um, after listening to you guys talking about your future goals, I realized why you're paying attention to me—" Ji Xu left the topic a secret here, but he's not a riddle teller, so he quickly pointed to the keyboard in front of the computer, the cactus, the word document on the screen that was as quiet as a chicken, and the PS that seemed to have copied a lot of materials and got stuck. He explained each time he changed: "Log, chat assistant, narration, art design."
Then he paused for a few seconds, pointed to Saimo who was still trying to fool his creator, and said, "Customer Service."
Next, what does a qualified game need most?
Finally, Ji Xu slowly closed his eyes and turned his head towards himself, "Just like you have always called me." He tapped his solar plexus with the fingertips of his black gloves and smiled, "Player."
A game without players is not worthy of being called a game, but a game that forces players to stay is even less worthy of being called a game. Ji Xu opened his eyes and seemed to see many crooked little people looking at him eagerly. One of them even secretly kicked back the error window that popped up in the corner. The figurative black stickman stood with his hands on his waist angrily, stomped on the window a few times, and stopped embarrassedly under Ji Xu's gaze.
"Um..." Just as it was about to explain, it was suddenly surprised, "You can see us?!"
Ji Xu raised his eyebrows, as if to ask, what do you think?
However, their surprise didn't last long. "Don't expect me to stay immersed in the virtual world. Reality is equally important to me." Feeling their disappointment, Ji Xu said directly, "So, only play once a month. I still have to prepare my graduation thesis and take care of my internship. I left too hastily this time. My mentor left a message hoping that I would continue to be his teaching assistant after graduation. I haven't been home for a long time, so I have to deal with these things first."
The programmers, who thought they were finished, all breathed a sigh of relief and nodded quickly: "We understand, we understand! Stay away from the virtual world and embrace real life. This is what you humans always say when you call on users to play less games. We have done research... What are you doing?"
Ji Xu said without even raising his head: "Now that this matter has come to an end, I should be busy with other things. Are you guys stealing the electricity from other simulators to support me?"
They recalled the continuous bugs, shook their heads, and returned to their original positions to do their own things.
Ji Xu resumed his boring journey of playing Tetris. While he was working diligently to earn money to support himself, his subordinates who received his orders had already sent the interview time to the creator. Saimu, who was responsible for handling emails, immediately put this schedule at the top of the list, and the two parties quickly agreed on a time for the interview, each one more urgent than the other.
After hanging up the phone, the creator looked back at the artificial idiot and couldn't help laughing: Fortunately, the guy on the other end didn't know that the legendary artificial intelligence that could transcend the times is an idiot.
On the other hand, the subordinate sent the complete recording of the call to Ji Xu, and the relief echoing in his heart was equally overwhelming: Fortunately, the guy on the other side didn’t know that the boss didn’t want to cooperate at all and only intended to waste these few months to spy on the enemy.
The two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time: "Fortunately, the other party is a fool. He won't be able to run away after signing the contract in three days."
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