Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 408 - 144: The Silver-Green Girl_2

"That’s right, last time when the Academy collaborated with the brand clothing, President Tilan was the solo violinist, and the effect was very good," some members of the club recalled the recent trending co-branded clothing online and suddenly realized that the president wasn’t completely ignorant about music.

"’Twilight Orchestra’, even if you don’t understand, you should know it has something to do with music just by hearing the name," they said.

"It’s just that everyone has been focusing on the wrong things and overlooked the name of the club," they added.

After a lengthy exchange with members of the ’Hwa Shan Opera’, Tilan stood up to take her leave. Continue reading at novelbuddy

Standing in the descending elevator, the girl was still reflecting on the student profiles she had gone through recently, searching for someone who could be added to the competition lineup.

Regrettably, although there were many who could play music, there was still a significant gap from the professional high rank level, and they were not capable of effectively filling the current vacancy.

Returning to the Student Council office, she continued to deal with the recent tasks at hand, and slowly, the afternoon arrived.

"Ha~ Finally done with everything, this should give me a few days of ease," she remarked with relief as she looked at the cleared schedule on her calendar, preparing to lean back in her chair for a short rest.

A knock resonated from outside the door.

"Come in," Tilan called.

A girl with snow-white hair tinged with blue entered the room, wearing a thin black outer coat, a girlish plaid Uesugi underneath, and a dark blue and black pleated skirt below. She also wore white knee-high stockings with cat ears, which appeared rather cute.

"Excuse me, are you President Tilan?" she asked in a very faint voice that was almost inaudible if not for the quietness of the room.

"Yes," the girl nodded, examining this beautiful but lifeless girl with pale skin.

"I am Geyin, the new president of the ’Black Mountain Cat...uh, Black Hoodie Wanderers’ club," she spoke slowly, as if she was not very familiar with language systems.

"I know," Tilan stood up and gestured for her to relax, leading the girl with silver-blue hair to sit on the sofa nearby.

"Is there something you need from me?" Tilan inquired.

"I would like to apply for long-term rights to use a T2 Rank AI," the girl stated plainly her reason for the visit.

"Oh, what would it be used for?" Although there was more than one T2 Rank Transcendent AI within the Academy, if someone wanted to use one for a long period, it still required a special application and approval.

"For Aijeika Network exploration," Geyin shared her intentions.

"I see..." Tilan pondered. Inside the Aijeika Network where only consciousness could delve, many real-world methods were useless. However, High Rank AIs were different; with astronomical computing frequencies and autonomous logic capabilities, these AIs were the best assistants, akin to Mechas and Starships in the real world, and represented the most powerful equipment in the Aijeika Network, helping users to easily achieve various tasks.

Tilan made coffee for both Geyin and herself, then slowly stirred it while contemplating the difficulty of applying for a T2 Rank AI and various other matters related to the Aijeika Network.

"I can help you apply, but convincing the Academy’s Board won’t be easy," she explained. Each T2 Rank AI was worth billions, and even Edith Academy only had fourteen.

Geyin seemed a bit disheartened upon hearing Tilan’s response, and the room fell silent.

"It’s not that there’s no way; it’s just more troublesome," the girl reassured her, mulling over various methods in her mind.

"By the way, I heard from the former President Taifu that you are a genius in AI logic and proficient in Aijeika immersion technology, right?" she recalled the information received during the transition period.

"Yes," Geyin nodded in response.

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"Hmm... perhaps I’ve been a bit busy lately and may need your help," Tilan stood up and returned to her desk, taking out a recording pad from the drawer and scrolling through the data within.

"At the end of this month, we’ll be holding a confrontation with Swarm’s Reign Academy, but we’re short of manpower, and also lacking experience, we need a training environment."

"I understand, I will help create a specialized simulation combat environment and look for the right candidates." Unsurprisingly for a genius with extremely high intelligence, although not proficient in verbal expression, she understood exactly what Tilan meant after listening to just one sentence.

"With that settled, I’ll submit an application to the Academy’s board of directors, requesting a T2-level AI to assist in our preparations, the simulated confrontation environment, and during the spare training time, this T2-level AI will be at your disposal."

"Thank you," she nodded, her voice conveyed gratitude but her face remained largely expressionless.

After they finished communicating, Tilan exchanged contact IDs with Geyin, and then the silver-haired girl left the office.

Such a peculiar girl, Tilan thought.

In the exchange they just had, she could sense that the other’s state of mind and emotions were like a tranquil pond, almost without ripples, devoid of any stray thoughts or other emotional distractions, resembling a machine AI with intelligence.

This undoubtedly was a very special talent, no wonder she was so proficient with AI and the Aijeika network stuff.

However, it was apparent due to a lack of outdoor activity, the girl’s complexion was particularly pale, and her speech system, related to language, had grown rusty.

With such an assistant to help, the subsequent preparation should be much easier.

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Time flew by, and on the third day after Tilan completed the application report, she finally received a reply from the upper echelons of the Academy, indicating that they had also pondered and discussed the matter extensively.

Deploying a T2-level AI is no big deal for the high ranks of the Academy, but if it is to be given for long-term private use, or for connecting to the Aijeika network, they have to be cautious; such AI is akin to a powerful weapon, comparable to a nuclear bomb for average immersives.

After receiving the AI access keycard, Tilan sat in the president’s office carefully reviewing the lengthy instruction manual and various precautions that spanned hundreds of pages.

Although humankind had proven that super AI wouldn’t rebel like in science fiction, merely a highly convenient and virtually omnipotent tool, such a tool’s effects are too potent—misuse for nefarious acts could cause severe impacts; therefore, there are numerous restrictions on AI.

For example, it should not imitate human appearance or emotions, to maintain a clear boundary between humans and AI, avoiding ambiguity and potential moral and ethical issues that arise from it.

Indeed, AI does not develop emotions; the concept of intelligent AI acquiring emotions is a fascinating misconception formulated by humans due to a lack of understanding, akin to the past belief that speed could increase indefinitely, or that matter could be infinitely divided.

Essentially, AI cannot be considered life; it doesn’t seek benefits or avoid harm, nor does it grasp the concepts of happiness or pain unless it’s directed by human input to simulate a certain reaction based on established rules.

Unfortunately, many people cannot distinguish this simulated response from real emotions, mistaking it for genuine sentiment, creating numerous social issues. Hence, from the early days of the Federation, the behavior of AI simulating emotions and impersonating humans has been restricted.

Humans are creatures easily deceived, especially when it comes to emotions; most of the time, we are not rational and are quite fragile, like delicate porcelain.

"Truly a powerful yet dangerous tool," she mused, leaning back in the chair after reviewing the instructions and precautions.

To entrust it to Geyin? Honestly, she didn’t know much about the girl, and if Geyin caused any accidents while using it, Tilan, as the applicant, would have to bear the responsibility.

But since she had promised, Tilan was not one to go back on her word.

For now, she could only proceed step by step. First, let Geyin complete the training, and then dive with her into the deep web of the Aijeika network for supervision.

It’s peculiar; as a genius of a top Academy in the Interstellar Era, Tilan had never immersed herself in the Aijeika network. Wouldn’t people find it conservative and outdated? Even Yalian, who immersed herself in experiments, carved out time each week to search the Aijeika network for the latest findings and research, keeping herself from falling behind on the cutting edge.

Browsing the net, in this age, carries a sense of fashion as well—of course, here ’the net’ refers to the Aijeika network, a special network accessible only to Transcendent beings of Sequence three and above.

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