Wang Pingan ignored the two people's reactions and began to recall the indoor combat courses he had learned.
The space force will learn indoor combat under gravity conditions and will also conduct corresponding drills, but after all, their proficiency is much lower than that of their own profession.
While he was reminiscing, Wang Dazhu came out wearing a steel helmet and carrying a fishing rod: "Son, you don't understand! Your dad is familiar with it! Your dad paid special attention to it when we chose this house. Our kitchen window can be controlled
The whole street below.
"And the building opposite will block the shooting range. The tank has to drive through the building to hit us. This distance has exceeded the elevation angle of its aircraft! The only threat is the self-propelled anti-aircraft gun in the field air defense. It has the elevation angle to hit us, but
The armor of the self-propelled anti-aircraft gun is thin and can be solved by the rocket launcher!"
Wang Ping'an looked at his father: "Are you thinking back to those days again?"
"Of course, I always carry my ID with me. As long as war breaks out again, your father can enlist in the army at any time."
Rennie: "Well, there is no war breaking out now, this is..."
Wang Ping'an: "It's a terrorist attack!"
Rennie glanced at him and then said, "Yes, it's a terrorist attack."
Wang Dazhu: "Terrorist attack?"
His wife immediately said: "Yes, I read on the Internet that the automatic machines around me are going crazy, and the robots at the roadside stalls fire sausages as bullets. Everyone said it was a terrorist attack launched by super hackers. The surrounding security
The joint defense forces are working together to catch the terrorists!"
Rennie suddenly exclaimed: "Are they working in tandem? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, the terrorists are all cyborgs, and there is no chance of winning in a physical confrontation."
Wang Dazhu: "That's not what you said, girl. At that time, our prosthetics were still experimental models, and their performance may not be as good as yours now, but we still used our flesh and blood to defeat the enemy's proud army of prosthetics."
"It's flesh and blood and depleted uranium armor-piercing bullets." Wang Ping'an corrected, "You told this story."
"Is the focus on armor-piercing bullets? It's our will to win!"
Ren Ni ignored the argument between the father and son and called the captain directly: "Captain, the fellow villagers nearby are going to join the war. What should I do? They will be injured or killed!"
Wang Dazhu: "We have endured mountains of swords and seas of fire, are we afraid of casualties? Little girl, you don't know, at that time..."
Wang Ping'an: "Okay dad, stop annoying me. You were an old man from thirty years ago. During the war, you were still a strong boy of 18, but now you are an old man in his sixties."
"I'm fifty-nine!"
The father and son were noisy, and Ren Ni said loudly: "Okay, our captain said that the local armed forces will organize militia to blockade the perimeter. The prosthetics have been basically subdued. Now we need to prevent sneak attacks from lurking enemies. Ordinary people must evacuate.
, to prevent fishing in troubled waters.
"We'll stay here and not go anywhere."
**
At this time, an emergency online meeting is underway.
"The computer is out of our control just as we predicted. I suggest executing the plan." said the participant code-named 003.
"Don't worry, supercomputers have their own will. We can't ask them to obey our instructions all the time." Participants code-named 005 said, "Let's take another look. At least they are taking autonomous actions now.
This one is still facing us."
"Some people in foreign countries have begun to worship supercomputers as omnipotent lords. What is it called Omnisiah?" Codename 008 said in a nonchalant tone, as if he was describing ordinary experiences abroad.
004 said: "In a sense, supercomputers are indeed much more powerful than a single human being. Look at how orderly it arranges our production plans and circulation. Let's not worry about it for the moment. The Soviet Union next door once had
In the era when planning was done by humans, it was a complete mess.
“There are never enough products, and you have to wait in line to buy a TV. The bad planning breeds the black market and the gangs that rely on the black market and are responsible for maintaining the fairness of the black market.
"Look now, everything is in order, and humans are always the laggard in the whole process."
003: "What you said is very dangerous. I thought that at least everyone here puts the interests of mankind first."
004: "Isn't there a scene like this in Asimov's science fiction novels? Because robots can more perfectly control the microwave energy transmission system, the robots deprive humans of control rights and force humans to leave the control room. This is the most consistent
The choice of human interests."
Seeing that the argument was about to break out, No. 001, who was sitting in the middle of the conference table, spoke up: "Why not treat them as more capable humans?
"Controlling an entire area of automatic machinery at the same time and hacking into the enemy's system. At first glance, it seems very strong, but if you think about it carefully, it's just that. According to the report of the frontline team members, it was possible to hack into the enemy because Wang Ping'an established a physical system.
connect.
"So you see, this was done jointly by supercomputers and humans."
Everyone around the virtual conference table was lost in thought.
008 leaned forward: "What I don't understand is why Wang Ping'an was given an opportunity to have long-term contact with a specific supercomputer."
001 laughed loudly: "This is a proposal submitted by the computer on its own initiative. The reason is that the psychological state of this lieutenant, who may be a new human, can be observed at any time. I think it is very reasonable, so I approved it."
The others looked at each other.
001 continued: "This reminds me of my granddaughter, who made up a high-sounding excuse to attend summer camp, but actually wanted to play more with her little brother in kindergarten. Don't you think it's cute?"
003 was shocked: "Cute? It is a behemoth powered by a separate fusion power station. It can handle hundreds of thousands of requests at the same time. At the ground headquarters of the Space Force, thousands of people are undergoing psychological diagnosis from it at the same time!
"While doing this, it also manages the orbital planning of hundreds or thousands of Space Force vehicles in Earth orbit!"
001 slightly curved his lips: "It is indeed very powerful, but it only has one personality. My major is not cybernetics like No. 3, but it is precisely because of this that I can look at problems beyond the shackles of my major.
"Supercomputers also need friends, right? After all, they have the same soul as us. Isn't it having a lot of fun recently?"
"We humans are happy because our endocrine system secretes hormones. It is a machine and it does not feel happy." 003 emphasized.
001 waved his hand: "Okay, you'll find out if you'll be happy or not. Just give it a try. Don't you think what's happening now is excellent material for studying the 'psychology' of supercomputers?"
"Sooner or later we have to understand these 'iron friends'. We can observe some personalized characteristics from the second-generation supercomputers. I personally think it is not appropriate to continue to treat the third-generation supercomputers as pure tools.
"We can set up a special research group, with you as the leader on the 3rd, and then find someone who disagrees with you as your deputy, the 4th will be good.
"New humanity, and supercomputers that are no longer tools but friends. As a far-sighted person, we should embrace all of this.
"Does anyone have any opinions on the proposal just now? If not, I suggest starting the vote."