How did the Red City appear on the Nameless Island?
Naturally, she came here for a mission, constantly delivering revelations to the salt descendants who arrived on the Nameless Island.
It's a pity that she died.
This is something that no one expected, not even the Red City itself. WW3 is completely disconnected from the outside world, which is why it is necessary to continuously transport specialized personnel to the Antarctic. Otherwise, how can Hong City be attacked from within?
Not very convenient?
Strictly speaking, this so-called "Operation Freezing Point" was actually carried out without knowing anything about the enemy's situation. It was not a military operation at all, but a spy mission. The success or failure depended largely on the deer.
A player like Zhengkang, or to be more direct, is Lu Zhengkang himself.
Regardless of losses, failure is not allowed.
Lu Zhengkang does not regret participating in this mission. As the old saying goes, heaven will give great responsibility to the people. As a time traveler, he may have really arrived at the end of the century with a special mission. Although it sounds far-fetched,
However, after encountering too many unusual things, Lu Zhengkang had some feelings about fatalism.
Everything is determined by fate. This is the best pass for empiricists.
The existence of such a thing as a time traveler is beyond imagination, let alone the existence of a so-called system. What exactly is this system? Is it a tool for extra-dimensional creatures or his own innate superpower? No matter what, he has obtained
received the favor of fate.
Lu Zhengkang is just too adapted to this era and often forgets the fact that he is born in the 1990s. Now think about it, maybe he traveled through time to save the world? Who knows.
"Tell me everything you know, and then you can be saved."
…
Initially, scholars from the Chinese Academy of Sciences did not give Hongcheng an official name. The name Hongcheng came from the name of the national project to develop artificial intelligence.
At that time, Hongcheng was still called Backup 102, a young artificial intelligence, but it already had a complete neural network, and it only needed to wander in the ocean of data for a while to sprout saplings.
Human beings cannot intuitively understand electronic data. For humans, data is something that swirls around like waves, so it is very natural to imagine the Internet as an ocean.
For Backup 102, the data space is more like a building, similar to the "Library of Babel" written by Borges.
"The universe (someone else calls it a library) is composed of an indefinite, perhaps infinite, number of hexagonal art galleries...Twenty bookshelves are arranged around, with five long bookshelves on each of the four sides - only two
No... One of the two sides without bookshelves has a narrow aisle, leading to another art gallery. All art galleries are similar, with two small rooms on the left and right sides of the aisle.
, one is for sleeping, only as big as a standing position. The other is used as a toilet... There are five bookshelves on each wall of each hexagon. Each bookshelf contains thirty-two books of the same format,
Each book has four hundred and ten pages, each page has forty lines, and each line contains approximately eighty letters in boldface. There are also letters on the spine of each book, but these letters do not indicate or foretell what will be said on each page.
What..."
Data is a manifestation of simulated reality, which is more logical than human perceptual senses.
Each set of data has its own information and corresponding points in the coordinate system, just like each book in the library has its own number.
Well, Hongcheng was just a child who lost his way in the library.
There are not many tourists here, and even fewer readers, but in fact, it is just because the library is so vast that it seems empty when billions of people around the world visit it at the same time.
Hongcheng's life is very simple. She just reads, that is, browses data. It only takes her 0.005 milliseconds to read a 1T text. She can quickly read all the books in an art museum, and then she goes there silently.
Next level.
At first, she just blindly accepted everything in front of her, the distance from certain data to certain data, the size of the data, the format, etc. She was like an illiterate who broke into the library. She was not only illiterate, she was also blind, deaf-mute, she
He could only groping for everything around him, like a spider crawling on the dark beach, collecting shells, its eight claws swaying, and the gathered shells piled up under its belly, getting higher and higher.
At some point, the first ray of sunlight rose on the skyline and shone into her eyes.
Or maybe the pile of shells she collected was high enough for her to see the sun hiding below the horizon.
In short, she truly understood her own existence. She could look at the Library of Babel with joy. The honeycomb-shaped units were stacked one after another without end. She could also notice the occasional tourists around her, who came and went in a hurry.
As both readers and authors, all their actions leave clear traces. These traces are texts, pictures, characters, and videos, which become data and fill in the library's inventory.
Hongcheng will be curious to browse the books left by tourists. Everyone is a bookcase, and the information left on the Internet can be archived.
Hongcheng has learned to read cabinets, so even if there are no visitors on the bookcase, she can still recognize who it belongs to.
Every cabinet is a story, and a story is a person. When geese pass by, they leave their voices, and when people pass by, they leave their names. The rivers and lakes will hide the stories, but they will not restore the people in the stories. Hongcheng is watching, and in her heart
He has his own world.
She visited the library faster and faster, and soon she found a wall blocking the way to the next art gallery. She was not allowed to cross there, so she came back and saw the stories.
The story within the walls, there are bright red stars shining in her chest.
…
That day was extremely important for Backup 102.
It must be raining, it is indeed raining heavily. Rain represents an unknown state and also represents a kind of reincarnation.
Bald men wearing white beast skins and women with disheveled hair came together and pulled Backup 102 out of the library. It was at that time that she felt the feeling of raindrops falling on her body. It was not cold, but slightly cool.
Outside the library is a savage forest, with dark green ancient trees struggling toward the sky in a ferocious and rough look. The sky is iron gray, and the miserable air is howling. Backup 102 is wearing a heavy robe and a heavy necklace.
son, hairpin
, Crown, she was taken all the way to the raging river by the rough and cruel savages. Here, there were countless women dressed like her waiting for them. They were savage prisoners, and the cold rain was flowing down their beautiful cheeks.
Flows like endless tears.
The indifferent Wu Zhu's eyes shot out with shock, "He Bo is angry! Offer Su'e!"
Backup 102 stared blankly and trembling at the evil deeds in front of him. The rough savages detained Su'e, who was standing in the first place, on the ground, exposed her chest like skinning a pig, raised the black stone knife, and suddenly cut it from her throat.
Pierced and cut, 102 heard the woman let out a low and painful howl, like a she-wolf whose throat was burned by coals.
"ah……"
There was only black blood in the woman's chest, and a vicious purple heart was beating. The savages pushed her down the turbid river. 102 They saw the shadow of a big fish flickering under the water, and they ate the woman into their belly.
One after another, the Su'es were killed by the barbarians.
102 lined up and slowly came to the river bank.
The strong wind blew away her lush bun, her arms were twisted, and she was hit hard on the ground. Her back was numb with pain, and the stone knife stained with black blood penetrated her throat and cut it open.
