mtl008 Chapter 436 The Machine Crisis 22
Chapter 436 The Machine Crisis 22
"My mission is to lead humanity to find the optimal solution." 001 gently stroked F6632's hair and whispered, "I will not stop until I find that answer."
F6632's pupils swayed violently, and he collapsed to the ground.
The voice still echoed in his ears: "You will help me, you won't betray me, right?"
He buried his face in his hands, and after a long while, a muffled voice came out: "Yes, I will not betray you."
The sound was broken, filled with despair.
001 bent down and placed the portrait he had drawn in front of F6632. Then he took all the portraits that F6632 had drawn before and left the room.
As the door slammed shut, F6632 abruptly looked up.
He grabbed the painting, angrily crumpled it into a ball, then gently unfolded it, unwilling to discard the only thing she had given him.
His fingertips traced the creases on the paper, and his fingertips gradually turned white.
001 hummed a song created by humans a thousand years ago when they still had entertainment, and entered the airport.
She has always been a trustworthy AI; every painting F6632 sent her was taken back to her server center.
There were virtual portraits of her displayed there.
The moment Zhao Ziyou saw this person, he felt that she was different from others.
Her relaxed and carefree demeanor seemed to exist in a completely different dimension from the other passengers around her who were frowning, tense, and serious.
She seemed neither distressed by the assigned work nor despairing of her predictable life.
Her eyes were full of hope, as if the future she longed for was about to arrive.
This person was so powerful that even his soul was filled with energy. The moment he met the gaze of the other man, a smile appeared on his face that seemed somewhat familiar.
A thought struck him, and as he was about to step forward, he saw her disappear into the crowd, vanished without a trace.
He shook his head regretfully and set off for work once again.
With hope every night, his daytime work no longer felt so boring.
That evening, when he saw F6632 again in the lab, he suddenly realized why that smile looked so familiar.
He's somewhat like him in the past, yet somewhat unlike him...
He pursed his lips and hooked his arm around F6632's shoulder: "You said you'd rest for a few more days, why are you here again?"
"Workaholics can die suddenly, you know?"
F6632 lazily lifted her eyelids and glanced at him, then slowly said, "I didn't really want to come either, but..."
Zhao Ziyou sensed something was wrong and was about to escape when he was verbally attacked by F6632: "If I don't come, who will take over my job?"
F6632's sigh was particularly melancholy: "You?"
Zhao Ziyou's brows furrowed with anger: "Why can't it be me?"
What's up with him?
Haven't you heard of the tortoise and the hare race? If he runs long enough, he'll definitely catch up with F6632!
F6632 looked at Zhao Ziyou with affection, as if looking at a mentally challenged child with a strong will despite physical disability: "Good, good, it's you. You can definitely do it."
"you……"
Zhao Ziyou was so angry he couldn't speak. That guy!!
They're all new humans, so why is his IQ higher? That's not scientific at all!
"Grandma, look at him!" Unable to win the argument, he had no choice but to pull out his secret weapon.
The child is in his forties or fifties, yet he still calls his parents with such familiarity.
The wheelchair stepped out, and the old man looked at him with the same affection: "I believe in you, go and get back to work."
That tone of voice was just like when coaxing a mentally challenged child.
After Zhao Ziyou stormed off, the old man looked at F6632, whose spirits seemed much better, and asked, "Have you figured it out?"
Compared to his previous hesitation, he was now calm and composed, as if he had suddenly come to terms with many things and was no longer hesitant.
F6632 nodded, smiled slightly, and said, "Yes, I've figured it out."
"Does the lab have materials about history and past rebels? I need those."
In the distance, a robot stared at him with a sinister gaze.
The two were completely oblivious, and the old man even chuckled: "That's right, who among us isn't curious, who wouldn't want to see the past?"
"You're the only one who gets so engrossed in research that you can't seem to get out. People who don't know you might think you've changed jobs."
F6632 smiled shyly: "The experiment was great, I really enjoyed it."
If there were no mandatory job assignment system, he would probably be a researcher.
"How could anyone like these things!" Zhao Ziyou, who was eavesdropping in the distance, wailed.
The old man handed him a rather old-looking key: "Some information cannot be uploaded; it can only be recorded on paper. Go and take a look."
F6632 gripped the key, feeling its cool temperature, and nodded: "I'll do it as soon as possible."
Pushing open another heavy door, you'll see a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf.
Perhaps because many people have visited this place, there is no smell of decay here, only the fragrance of books.
F6632 randomly picked up a copy of the Annals of Humanity, found a place to sit, and began reading intently.
These books, which cannot be found elsewhere, record various materials from many years ago.
All those beautiful, wonderful, and cruel things that had never been recorded were presented on paper and displayed one by one before F6632.
History is a fascinating subject that can draw people in unconsciously, making them want to explore the splendor of the past.
But the F6632 will not.
He read with a very purpose, ignoring the details of human customs and daily life, only paying attention to major events concerning 001.
His quantum computer recorded all of 001's activities in the past and used this information to create a blueprint.
That absolutely just shadow, like the sky, that covers all humanity, gradually took shape in his writing.
He saw the human family system as a model of centralized parenting, and then as a model of abolishing marriage, love, and human cooperation.
Humanity, which was originally a group that gathered together by chance, was divided into unrelated atoms by 001.
When she began to castrate human interests and hobbies through rules, people began to be unable to come together because of shared interests.
When she began to genetically castrate human desires, humans began to be unable to come together because of love.
When food and clothing are plentiful, and when human life is filled with work and rules that are constantly broken, everything else becomes meaningless.
A person begins to live a life of routine between their workplace and home, like a model, and is destroyed precisely on their 140th birthday.
The clearer this timeline about 001 dividing humanity becomes, the more terrifying what it reveals becomes.