Early in the morning, Wilson walked to the door of his apartment humming a tune and picked up the latest issue of "The Arkham Advertiser." This is a regional magazine in Arkham town that records events in and around the town.
Interesting facts and news.
As it has been a week since he traveled to this world, the initial awkwardness and nervousness gradually disappeared.
Facts have proved that human beings are still very adaptable.
After being reminded by Director Armitage, Wilson shamelessly went to the relevant school administrators and received a settlement fee that was considered a huge sum of money for him now.
Miskatonic University is really a very conscientious place to work. Otherwise, he would still be doing photosynthesis now.
After his wallet became richer, Wilson renovated the apartment inside and out, threw away the tortured old bed and replaced it with a new one, and bought a complete set of bedding.
He got a lot of information from Director Armitage, but it was not enough. With funds in hand, Wilson went to the town to order newspapers and magazines for half a year, so that he could understand the latest news in the world.
.
Also pass the time through these publications.
After all, for a future person in the 21st century, not having the Internet is simply life-threatening.
Wilson flipped through the issue of the magazine and caught a glimpse of a page with the title "Dunwich..."
It seems to be talking about the bad custom of incest marriage in Dunwich, and there are also some weird rumors.
Wilson silently wrote down the place name.
After briefly browsing through it and sifting through some useful things, Wilson's attention was attracted by a short story in the magazine.
It is completely different from reading in the era of information explosion, but it has a different kind of freshness for Wilson.
At this moment, Wilson suddenly remembered something, flipped through the magazine, raised his head, and cast his gaze in mid-air.
"Hikali No. 1, what do you usually do?"
Although his system has always been a cold electronic sound, he usually takes the initiative to ask for something before answering.
But if he remembered correctly, when he first came to this world to seek death, Hikali No. 1 showed very excited emotions.
Obviously, his system is not an artificial retardation.
Combined with the extremely weird black technology of the Kingdom of Light, Wilson felt that his system had its own consciousness and emotions. It was a complete artificial intelligence, and could even be said to be a mechanical life form.
Since it has consciousness and emotions, Wilson is curious about how the system spends its time.
"Update system log."
The cold electronic sound of Hikali 1 sounded.
"Huh?" Wilson raised his eyebrows in surprise, "System log?"
"The system log records the host's daily activities." Shikari No. 1 replied dutifully, "It also includes various types of information collected, the progress of building the basic framework of life solidification technology, etc."
"May I take a look at it?"
"Of course." The words on the light screen switched to rows of densely packed small characters, and the writing was still scrolling.
The latest line is:
[The host browses 236 issues of "Arkham Advertiser" and extracts the following information:...]
Wilson's eye twitched.
He knows that the system is currently tightly bound to him, and he cannot hide anything he does every day from the system.
but……
Why does he have to carefully record everything he does?
It's as if someone is following him every day and recording all his movements... There is no privacy left.
He is not the emperor... there is no need to write daily notes.
"...There's no need to record it in such detail." Wilson couldn't help but remind him.
"Coping with unexpected situations." Hikali No. 1 said solemnly, "In this polluted world, various abnormalities will occur. If the host's memory is disturbed, you can check the system log."
"..." Wilson.
What the system said made sense and he couldn't refute it.
Wilson looked through the system log, which recorded other things besides what he did every day.
[The 3698th attempt to contact the Kingdom of Light: failed]
[Constructing the basic blockchain of life solidification technology:...]
All kinds of information are stored in the system log, which is equivalent to a certain degree of backup, giving people a different sense of peace of mind.
It’s as if I have been working on PPT for three days and three nights in a row. I don’t feel at ease in the memory of my mobile phone. I have saved backups on the network disk and USB flash drive to give me a sense of security.
There were too many system log messages, and Wilson tried desperately to scroll up but still couldn't reach yesterday's record.
It seems that Hikali 1 is indeed recording every moment.
Wilson didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He discovered a systematic little hobby, probably keeping a diary every day?
"It's good to take precautions before they happen." Wilson sighed and understood the purpose of the system. "If you record or discover any important information, you can notify me."
"Okay, host."
Hikari 1 made no mention of the previous episode.
Someone tried to track the host's human body through some means. It noticed the connection established in the dark and burned it directly.
For a system that is completely made of black technology, this is as simple as intercepting a spam call.
This does not require special notification to the host.
"Hikari No. 1..." Wilson wanted to say something more, but paused after saying the name of the system and frowned.
"It's always weird to call you Hikari 1... It's like calling you Ultraman Hikari." Wilson held his chin, with a smile in his eyes, "It doesn't sound like a name at all."
The system has its own thoughts but does not have a proper name, only a number. This is too strange.
550w even gave himself a cute name, Little Moss.
"How about I give you a name?" Wilson said enthusiastically, and without waiting for Hikari No. 1 to reply, he started talking to himself.
"Hikari No. 1...No. 1...1...one...or call it the one." Before he finished speaking, Wilson quickly denied himself, "No, this drama has reached Nexus.
Where are the alien beasts..."
"Hikari... Aguang? I don't feel good either. This is the nickname of Ultraman Hikari among the netizens."
Wilson, who was named incompetent, fell into deep tangles.
"..."
Six dots slowly appeared on the screen of Hikali 1.
"What kind of name should I give?" Wilson racked his brains, "Hikari No. 1...Howard Wilson...Nanke."
Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and patted his head.
"I still feel that all this is like a dream, dream... just call me Zhuomu! It just so happens that my name, Nanke, also has an allusion to Nanke's dream."