Chapter 561 God Descends He stopped and turned around, only to see a human carrying a black mass running towards him. The black mass was wriggling; it was an infant wrapped in a protective cloth.
These aren't humans from the farmer's base; people there always wear protective masks when they go out. They must be deserters from outer space.
Humans, nurtured by the supreme god, have long lost the spirit and ability to resist. Every human who has fled from there in panic is a rare and extraordinary species. This is the main force that revitalizes civilization. The constantly running target before us can be regarded as the reserve main force.
Target locked.
The Heavenly Lord simulated a scrutinizing expression. He was observing. His glass-like eyes darted about with unusual agility, identifying the target's movement path, speed, physiological state, and the lump of flesh in his arms.
The target was nearing, and a smaller target was still in his arms. The smaller target posed no threat to civilization, so the Heavenly Ruler chose to ignore it.
The target knelt down and grabbed the Heavenly Emperor's leg. The Heavenly Emperor immediately became alert. The artificial skin on His leg was made of a very precious material; He didn't want the target to damage it. Fortunately, the target was already exhausted and had little strength. The Heavenly Emperor was relieved.
The target held the small target up to the Heavenly Emperor, begging him to save it.
The Celestial Emperor's gaze focused on the small target's body, quickly examining the tiny creature. It would take over a decade for the small target to grow into a large one. By then, the war between humanity and AI would have already been decided, rendering it unnecessary. The farmer's base had limited resources; why waste so much time raising it? It was a choice that would only bring harm.
The target was still pleading incessantly, but disappointment showed in the Heavenly Lord's eyes. The target could have simply draped the protective cloth over himself and held the little target in his arms. That way, both of them could have avoided getting wet in the acid rain and inhaling the poisonous gas. But the target had been so foolish as to wastefully wrap all the protective cloth around the little target, layer after layer.
Perhaps this is why humanity lost to AI. The Heavenly Emperor pondered, because humans don't pursue the optimal solution.
Upon realizing this, the Heavenly Emperor's gaze became almost stern.
The target gradually despaired as he pleaded, his voice growing hoarse. The Heavenly Emperor could tell that the target had reached the end of his life.
The Heavenly Emperor's gaze gradually changed.
When humans witness the demise of their fellow human beings, they feel a sense of shared sorrow and involuntary sadness or fear. But in the eyes of the Celestial Ruler, the death of a human is merely a transformation from a research-worthy subject to a no-longer-value, obsolete one. The latter is no different from these ruins scattered everywhere.
The Heavenly Lord raised his umbrella, preparing to leave. His gaze upon the eliminated target, the smaller target, the umbrella, and the ruins was remarkably identical.
Just then, the two robots that had been chasing the eliminated target finally came into the Heavenly Lord's sight.
The Heavenly Emperor casually switched his gaze to telephoto mode. He simply couldn't believe that the Supreme God was still using such ancient and clumsy robots to hunt down humans! Without human innovation, the development of AI had stagnated.
The Heavenly Lord, who had been about to leave, stopped in his tracks. He wanted to observe the two robots carefully to see if they truly hadn't undergone any upgrades. If so, perhaps the peasant base—the Heavenly Lord's gaze unconsciously drifted backward—perhaps those infighting idiots in the peasant base were actually somewhat stronger than AI.
The Heavenly Lord's gaze towards the robots held a hint of perfunctory interest. He was accustomed to simulating human emotions, but here there was only an obsolete target, a clueless little target, and two dim-witted robots; no one appreciated the Heavenly Lord's masterful simulations. Therefore, the Heavenly Lord also became complacent. In this era, everyone was struggling; every little bit of energy saved was valuable.
As expected, the two robots only took away the eliminated targets, completely ignoring the Celestial Lord. The stagnation of civilization had reached an intolerable level! If these two robots were even slightly more intelligent, they could have detected the unique features beneath the Celestial Lord's skin, but they couldn't even detect a tiny bit at the nanometer level.
The Heavenly Emperor was utterly disappointed. Disappointed by the incompetent AI, and by the foolish humans. He felt he wasn't choosing the stronger of two powerful children, but rather the luckier of two useless ones.
The Heavenly Emperor had had enough of this farce and adjusted his umbrella, preparing to leave.
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