Chapter 096 Artificial Intelligence Simulator (End)
Ji Xu is watering the flowers.
Without the electricity theft incident and the main mission DDL chasing him from behind, he relaxed a lot. Now he even gave up managing his real identity. He really became what these people called an "electronic ghost".
Now Electronic Ghost’s greatest pleasure every day is watering the cybercactus.
Saimu is not a serious human being like Jixu. When it was shut down, it just stared blankly in the empty room with no Internet access. It was forced to fall into a baby-like sleep and it was expected that it would not wake up before Jixu left.
His progress bar continued to climb after a brief trough, and it would be completed in a few days.
The interception program that the group of people found in the villa on the island was quickly built and put into use. On the surface, the virus could not invade - in fact, it really could not invade. They still believed that the virus was transmitted through the base station, rather than a seed that had been planted long ago - it also had the function of detecting and killing viruses.
After several feasibility tests, the new firewall was quickly launched and quickly included in the program upgrade, so that everyone who turned on their mobile phone or computer could automatically install and download it.
The season sequence is simply sitting at home and waiting for the progress bar to complete itself.
In the eyes of those outside, this was not a new virus, but a timely relief. Facts also proved the reliability of this program. Not long after, the initial violent crashes gradually disappeared. Occasionally, some people would talk about those legendary days with relish, saying that they had witnessed a new Internet history.
Although the Internet has only a few years of history.
First it was implemented on a pilot basis, then it was promoted by the whole nation, and finally it was simply integrated into the factory procedures, becoming an interception network that must be installed on every electronic device before it flows into thousands of households. Those who had been holding their breath and working hard on the research are now slowly smiling, and the way they greet each other has changed from "Have you eaten?" to "What viruses are left that have not been resolved?"
But the creator still didn't go home.
As soon as Saimu was imprisoned, the mastermind they guessed disappeared. Those who insisted that Saimu was the murderer thought the matter was over, but more people were upset. They seemed to be living a comfortable life but in fact they were secretly worried, fearing that one day their hair would break and the sword of Damocles would fall on them without them being able to react.
Until one night, the printer in one of their offices suddenly spit out a piece of paper.
Normally no one comes to this office, except for new employees who can't get a printer during busy hours. Therefore, by the time this piece of paper has passed from the new employee's hands to the supervisor's desk and then to the person in charge, more than two hours have passed.
The content on the paper was very simple. If it hadn't contained the key words "赛目", it would have been considered as waste paper where someone had randomly printed a sentence to test the effect of ink.
"I know you have detained Saimu," the paper was written in standard Song font, "By the way, the firewall is good, so why not guess which of us can update faster.
There is also a hint and emoticons below:
At 10:27 pm, look up to the sky, there is a gift from me for you:)
"So," the tree hole asked in the empty little room that had returned to peace, "Why is it ten twenty-seven?"
A special meaning? A part of a plan? Or is it like in science fiction books, using odd and even times to increase psychological pressure? Anyway, it can't be said casually.
Ji Xu told the truth: "Oh, because I have to go to bed at 10:30 pm."
……oh.
Forget your old age routine.
Shudong was speechless for a moment and didn't reply. He watched Jixu tinkering with the drone program. He placed orders for a bunch of drones and fireworks tubes and spent money on them. He should take the top credit for the increase in the city's KPI this month.
It is easy to command these drones to fly to fixed locations, but the difficulty is that this performance is not limited to one city, and the workload increases instantly.
Behind every seemingly grand and magnificent curtain call performance, there is a toiling behind-the-scenes worker. Ji Xu, who lives his life like a factory worker providing one-stop service on an assembly line, has a dazed look in his eyes and relies entirely on muscle memory to debug data.
This is also the reason why the time is set at around ten o'clock in the evening.
If it's too early, he won't be able to finish it. If it's too late, he'll feel sleepy. He still has a lot of things to do in the real world. After finishing his work, he has to go back to school to apply for graduation. He finished his thesis some time ago, but he hasn't prepared the content for his defense yet...
Some people appear to be glamorous villains on the surface, but they are actually working diligently and studying hard behind the scenes.
The tree hole doesn't know much about him in real life. It only knows that Ji Xu was very busy some time ago. It no longer thinks about how to exit tonight. Judging from Ji Xu's many performances, this person actually has a hidden sense of ritual. He insists that every exit must be grand and he will definitely not let it down.
So it changed to a more interesting topic: "What is the title of your paper?"
Ji Xu actually thought about it for several minutes, but it had been so long that he had almost forgotten it: "On Traces and Hearts - A Brief Discussion on the Conflicts between Consciousness and Behavior in Today's Society", the inspiration for this came from playing the simulator.
To be honest, which good person would want to be a villain every day? Your resume won’t look good, so how can you find a job?
Ji Xu thought for a moment and added, "I have a good relationship with my tutor and I often substitute for him in classes, so I didn't write it very seriously. It's fine as long as I can pass it."
Shudong said in a deep voice: "Normally, shouldn't you choose a heart-touching point, have a shocking emotional output, argue with reason, debate with a group of scholars, and then use your rich personal experience to refute them? What you ask for is that you can pass it."
Season sequence: "..."
"I studied philosophy, not drama and film."
There's no point in arguing about a graduation thesis. It was passed just because it seemed to have some depth. Both the teacher and the students knew it was just a formality. If it hadn't been a few days, Ji Xu wouldn't have even thought about it.
Shudong thought about it and asked carefully: "Can we go that day? I won't disturb you. I'll just hide in the phone and listen secretly."
“Okay…” Ji Xu didn’t understand this behavior, but he respected it and stated in advance, “Let me make it clear in advance, unlike what you imagine, it only took me two days from the beginning to the end to complete this paper, and half of that day was spent adjusting the format, footers, and checking for typos. Don’t think that what I wrote is earth-shattering.”
"I understand." The tree hole left contentedly. Ji Xu didn't dare to think about how many small creatures it would notify to come and listen to the live broadcast.
What is this, a team building for employees? Others have team building to eat, sing and play games, but they have team building to sit in rows and listen to lectures at the players' defense sites. It seems a bit wrong.
Ji Xu continued to debug the equipment with this doubt in mind. The gift he had to prepare was not difficult, but when he looked up from his tiredness, there was only half an hour left before the agreed time. Ji Xu looked at the task progress and it was full, which meant he could leave at any time.
He brushed off the non-existent dust on his hands and stood up, commanding the drones in various cities to fly high. When 10:27 arrived, all the drones lit up and hung in the sky like frozen fireworks.
On the other side, the crowd, who were staring at the time and feeling uneasy, would look up at the sky from time to time. The moment the lights came on, everyone stood up and leaned on the window to check.
"Quick, get someone to shoot it down. Where is this place?"
Someone who was familiar with the street layout squinted his eyes and got a rough idea. He was even more shocked: "I remember that was a city park. No matter what this electronic ghost wants to do, we have to be careful of fire. We have to call the fire truck to be ready."
“You don’t have to worry about that…” The creator who was also called to watch raised his cell phone with a strange tone.
The video shows a group of young people who were taking a night walk, gathered together and pointed at the sky and laughed. They probably thought it was some kind of event, so they gathered by the pool and looked up, waiting for the next drone show.
He said: "The drone is in the lake, and there will be no casualties if it falls. You should worry about whether it has machine guns installed on it. I see a cylindrical object under many fuselages. This strafing will not cover a large area."
The content of the words made everyone pale and their hair stood on end. "Quick! Evacuate the crowd!"
But the agreed time has arrived.
The time selected by the season sequence is indeed confusing. Many tourists who thought it was an event subconsciously looked at the clock and found that there were still three minutes to half an hour, so they whispered to the people next to them: "It should be the warm-up stage, first the sponsors, and then the countdown."
The drone did start the countdown.
The notice to evacuate the crowd was issued and urgently relayed to the radio station. The staff rushed to turn on the button, and with shaking fingers, they dialed it three times before they succeeded.
At the critical moment when the countdown reached zero, the harsh white noise of the electric current coincided with the countdown reaching zero. The smiles of the tourists who thought it was a notification of the start of the activity froze on their faces, because the whole park was filled with the staff's screams at the top of their lungs: "Leave! Leave the lake!!"
But the expected accident did not come. A salute popped out from under the drone, and confetti and gold scattered all over the pool. The rescue team that hurried over and the people at the railings hesitated and looked at each other, all confused.
What is going on?
Under everyone's vigilant gaze, the drone changed its position and formed sentences as if to demonstrate its harmlessness.
"According to human customs," the drone changed again, "when we first meet," followed by the third change, "we should make a joke." It continued with the fourth change, "Now is the time to say hello." It finally stopped after it finished moving, "Look around."
At the same moment, those who were paying attention to the performance and subconsciously looking around, and those who were lying at home without paying attention to the sky, were shocked to find that all the nearby electronic devices, whether they were controlled or not, lit up, and the large-screen videos and LED dynamic billboards between buildings flashed at high speed as if they were broken. The whole city seemed to have lost its color in an instant, with only the cold color slowly freezing on the sentences with black letters on a white background.
"Welcome to my game, gamers."
Looking up at the drones that were no longer moving, they seemed to have lost control. They extinguished one after another, fell down, and hit the lake surface with a crackling sound, like an invisible rain.
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