"You need me!" Root smiled happily, "She told me all."
The artificial intelligence created by Mr. Finch regarded her as its executor, and Root also dedicated his body and mind to the God lurking in the online world. Root refers to the machine as she (she), and Salomon uses it.
(it), the two have completely opposite views on artificial intelligence. Root's idea is undoubtedly extremely crazy to normal people, and it also makes Salomon once again curious about the code that Mr. Finch originally wrote.
What kind of technology can create such an artificial intelligence that is almost equivalent to life? You know, even Jarvis of the Stark Group is far from this artificial intelligence in terms of intelligence, and Jarvis
Stark was created by the genius Tony Stark - it's a bit unfair to say that, because Stark devoted a lot of energy to mechanical creation - but in any case, when Google's artificial intelligence was still on the Internet
When he was fooled by NSDAP, Jarvis already had his own judgment ability. This level of intelligence has exceeded the artificial intelligence being developed by many countries in the world.
"My knowledge in computer science is quite shallow, and my ability is limited to web page production at the level of a small town public institution." Salomon generously exposed his shortcomings, "I suffer from stress hair loss when I see codes. The doctor said it is psychological.
Question. I prefer to see magic runes than codes. Act quickly, your god needs several servers, and I will also install an alchemy body for it."
"I will agree to her order." Root followed Salomon and walked forward on the road that had not yet been cleared. Although she was underground, she could still feel the cold and the broken buildings under her feet.
The remains were so powdery that the soles of their feet ached. They left in such a hurry that they didn't have time to pick up the items stored in the mental hospital. "Although the mental retardation technique is useful, not everyone will fall victim to it," Salomon explained in detail.
Ichiban said, "There are always a few determined people who can control the situation."
"Magic." Root brushed away the hair in front of her eyes, "This is something she can't analyze. Magic is not in her logical judgment, and neither are aliens. She classifies such incidents as 'unknown threats', and
Like a monster under the bed, from time to time it will climb up and touch your ankles with cold hands. The same goes for you, Salomon."
"At least I won't be hiding under the bed and touching people's ankles, that would be too bad."
"This is just a metaphor. You should have some literary literacy. The courses at Eton College have this content." Root changed the topic very quickly. Before Salomon could refute her slander about his literary literacy, she jumped.
When it came to the next topic, it was as quick and simple as going down the stairs. "I'm curious, why can I receive her signal underground?" she asked, "As far as I know, your communication network has not been established yet.
Get up. Are we underground in New York?"
"Location through the Internet is unreliable, but the network cable is indeed brought from New York." Salomon supported her and helped her jump over the collapsed reinforced concrete wall to avoid scratching her ankle. This side has exquisite colorful mosaics.
I don’t know what kind of damage the tiled wall has suffered. The pictures on it have been broken to the point where it can’t be seen clearly. Only small reflections flicker with the movement of the viewer. In a daze, Root felt that the sense of gravity disappeared, and the small things in front of her eyes
The colorful light seems to be reflected in the stars under the ground. As long as you jump down, you can fly into the deep dark sky.
She stepped on the broken stars curiously, and she felt that even cutting her toes was worth it.
"This is the underground of Rome." Salomon said, "Not far above us is the Vatican."
"Oh, you are really a gentleman. Judging from your educational experience, you must be one of the best." Root jumped over the stars, and You and Salomon set foot on the road covered by darkness.
"Some of the records in Eton are on paper and cannot be seen by the machine. But I can tell you that I am the teacher's whipping assistant." Salomon briefly mentioned his educational experience, but this was
The words sounded like showing off in a bar, "But I haven't whipped a few students. The principal doesn't dare to punish powerful students. What I hate most is the singing on Saturdays, that's so stupid.
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Silence enveloped the next section of the road, and Salomon couldn't help but chew on what he had just said. He felt that his social level needed to be improved, and this kind of silence in a one-on-one conversation was quite embarrassing - but Root was actually listening.
The information sent by artificial intelligence has no time to pay attention to Salomon.
As they approached the electrified building, Root spoke again.
Obviously, she got some key information from the artificial intelligence. The machine thought that root must have a certain understanding of Salomon before cooperating with him. Don't get me wrong, the artificial intelligence just thinks that the root tool is very useful. A few
The captive turkeys swaggered past them, and one of them pecked Salomon's boots arrogantly.
The Mystic Mage explained that this is an animal raised by the druids who live here, and this is their druid training. "I didn't pay much attention to the portal when I first saw it, but now I roughly know your abilities.
"Now I have a general understanding of your abilities." She said, "Is it the whole world? If possible, I would like to buy some clothes."
She pulled up her baggy blue and white striped hospital gown, "All my clothes were left in the mental hospital."
"No problem. Miss Maya Hansen will take care of you. She is your new colleague. I believe you must know who she is. After you install those servers, I also need you to assist the artificial people in setting up the network.
Pull a light broadband above your head." The mystic mage seemed a little embarrassed, "This is a private commission, I will pay you a reward."
"Thank you very much." Root said, "Also, I want to tell you some news. In fact, the Department of Homeland Security is also targeting you. They saw your face."
"It doesn't matter, there is a magic contract. If they violate the contract, they will be punished without any delay. In fact, someone has already violated the contract, I know." Salomon smiled sinisterly, "They will investigate
I heard my name, but I couldn't say it. And those people close to my apartment... SHIELD is very efficient, and so is Hydra. What I can't get, others can't get, I think SHIELD
The bureau's agents are more powerful."
Root also showed a smile.
Although the food in the mental hospital made her a little haggard, a beautiful and warm smile still bloomed on her face. She seemed to want to use this smile to bribe Salomon. People who did not know her character would most likely accept it happily, but
Salomon knew that Root was a real lunatic, even crazier than him.
"It seems that you are working with those secret service organizations, Salomon. So, don't you feel sad that people are killed at gunpoint every day near your residence?"
"You overestimated my kindness again, Ms. Root."
"How old were you when you first killed someone?" Root seemed to notice something. She showed a sly smile and suddenly asked Salomon a question that caught Salomon off guard.
"Why do you say this?"
"Don't you want to say it?" Root raised her eyebrows provocatively. She seemed to think that Salomon was just a red-headed match that could catch fire just by wiping his butt.
"Why do you think I have the personality of an ordinary teenager, madam?" Salomon frowned, "Trogen does make people impulsive, but if I can't suppress this impulse, I won't be able to learn magic.
"
"Really? If you don't mind, I can provide you with psychological treatment. I am a psychiatrist and I have a certificate."