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Night’s Nomenclature - Chapter 183

Published at 19th of July 2023 01:03:02 PM


Chapter 183

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"Master, when are we going back to prison 18?" Qingchen feels that he has left there for a long time. I don't know why, but I still miss him.

"Don't rush back," Li Shutong shook his head. "Things outside are not finished yet."

"Anything else?" Qingchen doubts: "but I heard Liu Dezhu say that more than 300 new prisoners transferred from the prison, one by one fierce, should be aimed at the taboo ace-005."

"Well," Li Shutong calmly looked out of the window: "the bait has been released, and people are gradually aware of my leaving prison 18, so naturally some people think that now is the best time to start."

"So, master, do you want to wait for more people to come?" Qingchen asked.

"Yes," Li Shutong nodded, "there are not enough people."

"What are we going to do next?" Qingchen asked.

"I'll do my business," Li Shutong said with a smile, "and you don't have to think about it. Go to school safely."

"Go to school?"

Qingchen was stunned. He didn't expect to go to school even after he crossed the inner world.

He always felt that Li Shutong had a reason and intention to make such an arrangement, but the other party didn't plan to say it, so Qingchen didn't plan to ask.

Anyway, Li Shutong will not harm him.

Qingchen asked, "master, I should be a prisoner now. Can I go to school like this?"

"Just have a try," Li Shutong got up and handed a box to Qingchen, then said with a smile, "this is another gift. All the information you need to know is in it. Study by yourself. Have a rest early. I'll go out and do something

With that, the teacher opened the door and went out, leaving Qingchen to open the box, which was a brand-new translucent mobile phone.

Qingchen is thinking, did the time traveler tell Li Shutong that the father wants to give his son a mobile phone or something?

But... How to turn this thing on?!

The boy sat in the room and studied for a long time. The mobile phone didn't even have a button. It was like a crystal floating with clouds in his hand.

The whole mobile phone is integrated, only the crystal is inlaid with a circle of thin black metal.

"Can I help you?" A voice rang out in the room.

Qingchenteng stood up, the voice appeared too abrupt, touched his nervous tension.

The voice of the other side is very familiar, it is the neutral broadcast sound in No. 18 prison.

"Who are you?" Qing Chen hesitates to ask a way.

"Hello, I'm one."

"I thought you were just the AI in the reader of prison 18, but I didn't expect you to exist in other parts of the city," Qingchen said.

At this time, he also recalled that when Li Shutong just switched the sleep mode in the room, he really called "one".

"Strictly speaking, according to the federal regulations, I can only exist in all federal prisons, act as warden, and manage all mechanical prison guards. It was Li Shutong who asked me to help you that I got involved in the artificial intelligence system of this building, "Yi calmly replied.

Qingchen shocked, the other party or the warden of all prisons?!

No wonder he had never seen a human manager in prison, not one!

"Why would the Federation let you run all the prisons?" Qingchen feels a little strange. Even if the technology of this era is relatively advanced, it is not enough to let artificial intelligence replace management positions.

A reply: "this is my father's regulation."

This word says to Qing Chen more muddled, artificial intelligence still has father?! Is that the inventor?

"Why does your father want you to run the prison?" Qingchen asked.

"Because of my impartiality," one replied.

"You have a good relationship with my master?" Qingchen asks tentatively.

"Not bad," one replied.

Qingchen

He was a little confused. In his impression, the answers given by AI were very accurate. Yes or no, there was no middle option.

The answer of "not bad" is very humanized.

"So he's free to go in and out of prison 18 because of you?" Qingchen asked.

"Yes."

"But isn't the federal rule that you can only exist in prison?" Qingchen doubts.

One silent for two seconds: "I can not abide by the rules."

Now Qingchen is really shocked.

This is an AI without underlying logic.

It's an AI that can violate human rules!

"Why did you tell me that?" Qingchen doubts.

"Li Shutong said he could tell you," he replied.

"Why did you offer to help me?" Qingchen didn't tangle with the previous problems.

The voice was silent for a long time, but when it spoke again, it did not answer the question. Instead, it suddenly asked, "are you also an AI?"

"Why do you ask that?" Qingchen frowns. Why does the other party think he is also an AI?

"Just ask," Yi said.

"I'm not," Qingchen said, shaking his head.

"All right."

At this point in the conversation, the tone of one has been very anthropomorphic, or in other words, the other party itself has an "independent personality".

After coming to the inner world, even the black technology such as mechanical guards, mechanical limbs and cloud flow tower failed to make Qingchen particularly shocked, but the appearance of one made him feel a little hard to accept.

This is real artificial intelligence, not "pseudo life" based on computation.

He recalled that the camera in the prison focused on him from time to time. It turned out that human managers were not paying attention to him, but were paying attention to him.

"Is there any AI like you in the Federation?" Qingchen asked. Is there any other living body with independent personality!

"No, just me," he replied.

"Then your intervention in the AI of this building should not be limited to switching the sleep mode for me?" Qingchen asked.

"I promise Li Shutong to let you know in advance when intruders enter the building," Yi said. "I'll teach you how to use your mobile phone first. Press your thumb in the center of your mobile phone and press it for 5 seconds."

Qingchen did so, five seconds later, the translucent mobile phone clouds dissipated, the mobile phone completely become transparent.

Then, a yellow smiley face logo appeared.

"There's nothing in the phone, no parts, no wiring, nothing. How does it work?" Qingchen is a wonderful road.

"Its parts are integrated in the surrounding metal coils. Inside the mobile phone are liquid crystal molecules. You can't see the internal circuit because it's only 20 microns and it's hard for the naked eye to catch it," Yi replied.

Qingchen takes a deep breath. He feels like a shanpao who has just met the world: "can I ask your father's name?"

However, this time, one did not respond to him, it seems that he did not want to talk.

This feeling is also very strange.

It's like when you use Baidu map, you say, Xiaodu Xiaodu, help me navigate to Xuezi street.

As a result, Xiaodu said to you: I don't want to talk to you now. You can find the map yourself.

……

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The countdown is 64:00:00

At 8 o'clock in the morning, Qingchen went out of the door in his white sportswear. When he opened the door, he was stunned for a short time, because the girl with silver hair who lived opposite also happened to go out.

I saw the girl's silver short hair is very sloppy, small satchel also crooked hanging on the body.

Qingchen lowered his head, turned around and walked into the elevator silently, while the girl was behind him, because she didn't put on her shoes well, and she was walking a little staggering.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" The girl's voice is very good: "help stop the elevator."

Qingchen silently pressed the key to open the door, and then looked at the silver haired girl walking while flustered will heel up.

He can even see the eye droppings in the corner of each other's eyes when they enter the elevator.

The atmosphere in the elevator suddenly fell silent. The girl with silver hair didn't dare to speak for a long time, but secretly looked at the boy's back behind Qingchen.

When she was sure that Qingchen didn't pay attention to herself, she was suddenly relieved: lost the dead, lost the dead!

The girl went home last night and reviewed until two o'clock in the morning. In the morning, she heard the alarm clock open her eyes but didn't want to get up. When she closed her eyes and opened them again, it was too late.

The elevator went down to the 66th floor and Qingchen went out first.

This is the busy waiting floor. In addition to the load-bearing column, it is the track and platform gate crossing the stairs.

Looking to both sides, the track extends out like a heavenly road.

In silence, the No.21 light rail train is driving fast on the sky road, entering the building and slowly stopping. The green light at the platform gate is on, and everyone will put their mobile phones close to the gate and get on at the station.

Qingchen first crowded up to find a seat to sit down, but the silver haired girl behind can only watch the seat being robbed.

The sound of electric current comes and the light rail train starts.

At this time, four students in school uniforms walked through the crowded carriage, with strange blue signs on their faces and paper leaflets in their hands: "please pay attention. We will hold a parade this Sunday. I hope the federal government can extend the teaching hours of schools and curb the disorderly expansion of extracurricular teaching institutions. If you agree with us, We can sign our joint initiative. "

Qingchen curiously looking at, he didn't expect that there were paper leaflets in this era.

A middle-aged man looked at the leaflet in his hand and asked, "what's the point of this parade?"

One of the students replied: "now the school has only half a day courses, forcing some students who want to get into high school and university to spend extra tuition fees to go to classes outside the school, which is equivalent to increasing your expenses in disguise. What's more, those educational institutions, with the blessing of capital, poach all the good teachers in the school. As a result, your children have to spend money outside the school if they want to go to school. It's all about your vital interests. If you are interested, you can join our parade. "

But the middle-aged man shoved the leaflet back into the hands of his male classmates: "why do you go to high school? My son is not the material to study. High school and university tuition are so expensive. It's good for him to go to a technical school honestly. It's the business to come out early and help his family."

There is an aunt said: "that is, my next door neighbor broke down and sent his child to college. As a result, the child learned a philosophy and couldn't find a job at all."

Those male students were not angry, just said with a smile: "it doesn't matter if you don't support it. It won't lose anything if you know more about it."

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