MTL - Imperfections-Chapter 181 Invisible electronic ghost

"In the case where the enemy's target cannot be judged, our principle is to prepare according to the most unfavorable situation for us," Lin Jingheng picked up the slippery coat, "When the chip man of the Freedom Army wanted to mix in the heart of the rose, he said The instinct of unauthorised artificial intelligence is to expand. If he is not alarmist, AI Woolf really wants to enter the eighth galaxy, what way will he go through? "

Lu Bixing sat down on the carpet in the bedroom, put Linger's precious notebook on his lap, looked at the portrait at a glance, and answered him smoothly: "Super artificial intelligence has a host, can use the network, including interstellar remote network, computer A fixed-point communication, etc., he may try to use the network to invade any system. "

Lin Jingheng: "But the heart of the rose is an electronic vacuum, and there is no transition point inside, and we have been very careful when we are in direct contact with each other. As long as Silver III is not a rice bucket, Woolf is unlikely to invade the coalition communication system. If it were you, what would you do? "

"You asked me to play artificial intelligence?" Lu Bixing glanced at him, and smiled at him on the carpet. "This ... Is this role playing a bit too violent? I feel a bit shy. . "

Lin Jingheng: "..."

Lu Bixing lowered his head again. He had been watching Woolf's paintings just now. Somehow, there was something in the brushstrokes of the portrait. After many years, he touched him. Only then exhaled the melancholy stuck in the chest.

At this point, the hippie smiley converged, and he groaned for a moment: "If it was me, I might choose to start with the Chipman of the Freedom Legion."

Heart of Rose, it was no surprise that Thomas Yang, who was sent to reinforce the wormhole, heard the report from the guards.

"I see, it's not normal to show any signs of invasion. Isolate it ... Oh, yes, don't rush to clear it first," Thomas Yang stretched a large lazy waist. "Let the housekeeper Poisson's grandmother call a few people, Let's set up a team to analyze its invasion path as soon as possible, and report to Silver One and the commander respectively. In case we have a battle with Woolf in the future, we should be as thorough as possible. "

"The Freedom Army was chased by Woolf's artificial intelligence in the first galaxy, and inevitably used transition points. From the perspective of the war at that time, the entire network of transition points should be under Woolf's control. Lu Bixing said, "When the Free Army flees in a hurry, there will be a lot of" open mouths "on the mechs. So the captives of our captives are likely to carry viruses."

Lin Jingheng shook his head: "Three and three Thomas and Poisson of Silver III are now in the heart of Rose. They can't even handle this."

"In addition to the mech, there are people," Lu Bixing thought about it, and said, "the personal terminal of the captured chip person and other electronic items may have interacted with the mech where he is. Invasion, the electronic equipment of that person is probably not spared. "

The captured Freedom Corps chip people, who have not entered the eighth galaxy for the time being, are still in the heart of the rose. They will also remove the chip here and be tried.

Poisson Yang personally supervised the prisoner's situation, and after listening to Thomas Yang's request, Poisson Yang nodded: "The sixth and seventh technical groups passed, and at that time they had directly contacted the artificial intelligence legion at the front line-this is freedom A complete video record of the Legion command ship being shot down, there is no remaining ecological cabin, and there was no life response from the on-site detection, so my grandson Thomas reported it to the Galactic City Command Center. Oh, by the way, the electronic that found us from the captives The equipment was sent over and let him handle it uniformly. The prisoners of war were sent to the isolation room. "

"Yes," said the guard, "sir, how long is the quarantine?"

"Isolated to confirm that he has nothing extra than human flesh," Poisson Young said, "accurate to the nanometer level."

"The first thing to capture a prisoner of war is to remove his personal terminal and search for all suspicious items on him, including metals, sharp objects, and electronic products," said Lin Jingheng. "Personal terminals needless to say, rely on the host's energy When it is removed from the body, it will be a piece of waste, and other items will be isolated and treated like mechs. What else? "

"They are all-pervasive, you have nothing to do," Lu Bixing sighed, thinking about it again, "well, then only biochips can do a little bit."

Lin Jingheng: "I think in the field of biochips, we have a comparative advantage."

"Yes, Woolf even has chip interference technology to go from me." Lu Bixing said, "But don't you have to consider the worst case? The worst case is that Woolf has actually passed some kind of Way, there is a certain research on the chip-this is not impossible, you think, Dr. Harden was put into the space prison early, and the research team of the Free Army was excluded, and I was trying to find ways to restore Dr. Gordon's idea of ​​the chip. It ’s not a way of thinking with them. The ones who have been most engaged with chip people for so many years are the Silver Ten Guards and the Alliance Army. Woolf may know the chip people better than we think. He asked me for chip interference technology, maybe It's just a guise, let us mistakenly think that he has nothing to do with biochips and neglects precautions. "

Lin Jingheng's eyes sank: "On the one hand, we noticed that there were traces of artificial intelligence invasion on captured mechs and chip people. Bai Yinsan was asked to investigate, and Bai Yinsan thought he had deconstructed their invasion path and method, and then attacked the west. God has unwittingly used chip people's biochips to penetrate our networks. "

Heart of roses.

Lin Jinglian was dead, Woolf temporarily retreated, and the entire human coalition was relieved, but the atmosphere of Silver III was still tense.

Thomas Yang: "After receiving the command from the command center, the chip people who have been burnt out must also be isolated. I am afraid of those biochips."

Poisson Yang: "You have been hiding behind Turan. You haven't even touched the edge of the battlefield.

"Fear comes from imagination," Thomas Yang Zhenzhen said. "You see those who watch ghost movies are more fierce than the real **** ..."

When he was talking about this, he saw a row of cleaning robots carrying the corpses-of course, there were no corpses flying under the missile, and most of the remaining corpses were removed from the captive mechs. Some were when the mechanized gravity balancer was out of control, the protective gas was not wrapped, was thrown out and hit dead, some died from the leakage of poisonous gas on the mech, and some died from air loss and pressure changes caused by the damage of the mech .

The appearance of death varies, and some people are quite embarrassed. A corpse with blue-faced fangs happened to look at Thomas Yang.

Thomas Young quickly stomped back and stepped back: "You can't talk about people during the day, you can't talk about ghosts at night, alas."

"Wait," Posson Yang called the robot corpse, "Has the corpse been checked? I went to a security check before disposing of it."

The robot corpse team dutifully performed another security check in front of him, and the chip people were quietly resting. They did not intend to lie to the corpses, and Poisson Yang waved them away.

But for people, there is a hundred secrets.

The robot corpse transports the clean corpses to a special morgue, where the corpses will be identified and registered for processing.

The way to identify the prisoner of war's body is to scan the personal terminal on the wrist. The personal terminal uses the energy of the human body. When a person dies, he will "died", so he should dispose of it with the corpse.

The little robot turned on the "buzzing" scanner, neatly lined up on both sides, and sent the chip man's body to scan and entered the belly processor, where they returned the final dust to the dust. One by one, the identity information jumped out of the screen of the scanner. These terrible chip people were originally ordinary people from the seven major galaxies. There were researchers, repairmen, stage actors, and tourist area receptions ... But then they all became a unified "worm", blindly and enthusiastically crowding their desperate queen.

If there is a sentimental person here, probably a sigh, but unfortunately the little robots are completely unmoved.

At this moment, a corpse that was about to slide into the scanner suddenly trembled, mixed in the natural shaking of the conveyor belt, and the little robots didn't notice it.

The biochip, which should have been inactivated, suddenly released a little electric current. The corpse twitched a few times under the stimulation of the microcurrent, and suddenly opened the cloudy eyes and activated the personal terminal!

The next moment, he was sent into the scanner with his eyes open, and the scanner Karma stuttered for a while. The screen flickered, and suddenly garbled. The little people raised their heads and made a "beep": "Failure, report the accident ... "

In three seconds, the scanner returned to normal, and a line of sinister green characters popped up: the fault was resolved.

The invisible electronic ghost, like a dandelion seed, quietly landed on a physical scanner, landed and took root, and then spread along the internal network.

"Marshal," Longyuan's mech nucleus is a plain-looking middle-aged man on the dragon's mech, "Detect 'Seed Twenty-Six' has successfully entered the wormhole passage, but I must remind you to enter the worm The 'seed' of the hole will lose most of its functionality. "

Woolf's voice sounded in Mech's Dragon Deep: "It doesn't matter, my maker just wanted me to look at the eighth galaxy and visit an old friend who settled there. The eighth galaxy is not an enemy, and he acknowledged that The eight galaxies are legally independent. Let Seed Twenty-six draw a bird's-eye view of the Galaxy for me. I like night views. "

Lin Jingheng: "I have paid Bai Yinsan special attention to biochips."

"In fact, the problem is not big. In the wormhole channel, due to the uncertainty of the time flow rate, it is a natural sound for both humans and artificial intelligence," Lu Bixing said without hesitation on his own carpet. "Wool Husband has no hardware in the eighth galaxy. With remote invasion alone, even if Woolf successfully enters our network, he can do nothing. At most, he will come in and visit ... If I am artificial intelligence, I really want to capture the eighth galaxy. Maybe let the Mech Corps break through directly, but I think if the artificial intelligence Woolf really intends to do this, now is not a good time. "

"Well," Lin Jingheng nodded slowly, "The human coalition is still in the heart of the rose. Now it is almost the time when the humanity has the most homogeneous heart and the strongest combat effectiveness. It is really not a good time."

"Even if the human coalition can't fight it, and everyone withdraws to the eighth galaxy and closes the natural wormhole area, won't Woolf be trapped in the first galaxy? How can he expand?" Lu Bixing shrugged, "If I were Woolf, I'll pack the first galaxy first, and then send the Central Army of all galaxies home kindly. I can also organize a group of interstellar maintenance teams to take their 'windmills' and follow the Central Army back to the second galaxy. Road to rebuild the transition point. In the next ten to twenty years, the Central Army of various places will haze to clean up the mess left by the chip people. I will repair the transition passage for the first galaxy to blow up. When I repair it, they are almost finished. , I can quickly capture the transition network of the seven galaxies before everyone can respond. "

Lin Jingheng thought for a moment, admitting that it made sense. Even if he analyzed the worst situation, there didn't seem to be any big crisis in front of him. He lay down for a day, so he planned to stand up for activities, go downstairs and have something to eat in Zhanlu .

Lu Bixing closed the notebook on his knees and jumped up to catch up. Suddenly, he stepped forward and turned to look at the reading chair Lin Jingheng had just sat on.

Lu Bixing suddenly remembered that in the sixteen years Lin was absent, this chair was also taken by someone. It was a realistic 3D model, except that it had no soul, almost the same as a real person. He rarely went back to the bedroom to sleep at that time. Only when he had a dream at midnight would he open the door slyly, turn on a big bean lamp, and look at him across a long distance-not dare to be too close As he approached, his overly sensitive ears would hear the "person" without breathing and heartbeat, and his sleepwalking would be awakened.

Lu Bixing turned out Woolf's painting, with a protective film on the hand, which can save the picture for a long time. Lu Bixing swiped with a personal terminal, and the brand and production date of the protective film jumped out on the personal terminal—produced in Xinxing Two years.

The second year after Linger's death.

He froze for a moment, and suddenly realized where the suffocation that he was familiar with when he saw the painting came from.

Lu Bixing thought that the painting was the same as his 3D puppet.

"What's up, don't eat?" Lin Jingheng waited for a while to see him keep up, knocking on the door impatiently, "legs numb?"

"Oh ... here it is." Lu Bixing set aside his paintings and notebook and rushed to catch up.

Just then, Dr. Harden's message was picked up.

"Doctor, good evening."

Dr. Harden was in this meeting, and finally couldn't help looking for Lu Bixing to inquire about Lin Jinglian's whereabouts. Lin Jingheng listened to two words and quickly turned to go downstairs. Now he just wanted to avoid the words "Lin Jinglian".

Lu Bixing had to carefully talk to Dr. Harden about the causes and consequences of the Free Army's conspiracy and destruction.

After listening, Dr. Harden paused for a moment, tremblingly cut off communications and knocked a tea cup over.

The nurse who took care of him knocked on the door: "Doctor, are you okay?"

Dr. Harden turned his back to her, waved at her, and asked her to help bring him to the door. Then his back came to a stop, and suddenly burst into tears.

The old doctor did not notice that the monitoring light in his home medical cabin suddenly turned on, and the camera kept "gazing" at his painful shadow, like a silent companion.

In the Longyuan mech of the first galaxy, a drawing board was automatically generated on the electronic screen. Then, a draft was gradually formed, drawing the back of an old man Xiao Suo. The super artificial intelligence sighed humanely. .

Dr. Harden stayed alone for the next day, and found the spirit to find Lu Bixing again the next day: "In the last battle, the chip people ’s mental attack did not work for you. Can you send me the parameters of that war? This is very Important information can help us better understand the chip in your body. "

In Longyuan Mech, the paintbrush on the electronic screen suddenly stopped.

"chip."