MTL - Imperfections-Chapter 182 Lu Bixing is a chip person

The mecha nuclear dragon head looked up, the quiet paintbrush and the portrait on the electronic screen disappeared, followed by garbled characters.

"marshal?"

The electronic screen in front of Long Yuan went dark.

In the first galaxy, a hidden computer room occupies an entire artificial space station, suspended in the dark. It is like a creepy monster. The chaotic data is restless and constantly trying to correct it.

The artificial intelligence Woolf said in a tone that was very similar to the one before this life: "... destroy the chip people and their gangs ... in order to avoid hunting, the chip people will flee to the heart of the rose and the eighth galaxy, which is a natural ally . "

The next moment, the ups and downs in his words were suddenly flattened forcibly again, and the same voice, word by word, jumped out word by word: "... The eighth galaxy is the enemy, and Lu Bixing is a chip man."

The human voice quickly turned back: "Recognize the legal independence of the eighth galaxy, recognize the legal independence of each galaxy, and use each independent galaxy as a unit to promote a new alliance. Woolf, the artificial intelligence, will eventually sleep in the ideal world. "

"... The eighth galaxy is the enemy, and Lu Bixing is a chip man."

"The artificial intelligence Woolf program has made an error and will be forced to sleep."

"The ideal world ..."

"Refused to hibernate."

"... The eighth galaxy is the enemy, and Lu Bixing is a chip man."

It is clearly the same voice, distinguishing itself from itself, as if the computer is suffering from a personality split.

The empty man-made space station is almost like a standard horror movie scene!

Woolf's epic setting during his lifetime was not rigorous enough, and artificial intelligence has become chaotic. This was a very low-level mistake, and even the new engineer who just graduated would not commit it, but it happened to this super artificial intelligence!

"Start the forced hibernation process ..."

"Error-error-"

"Correcting autonomously ... the first correction failed."

"Begin correcting the source file-"

At this moment, the guards in the heart of the rose are changing quietly, and the medical cabin faithfully records the physical condition of the people who have been forced to take out the biochip. Survivors of the first galaxy tremblingly followed the robots that popped up to the temporary shelter, and residents everywhere began to systematically resist the remaining chip people. Fangwu, who had left the coalition with humans, drove a few tattered mechas, patrolling near the fortress of Angel City, trying to find some clues, suggesting the location of the super artificial intelligence Woolf's machine room.

At this moment, in the isolated second to seventh galaxies, people are still fighting instinctively for fate, even if fate is no return.

At this moment, the star city of Galaxy has just spent a long night, and it is the rising sun. The dewdrops are hanging on the hair of the statue of Lu Xin, and the morning light is sucked into it, giving off a brilliant color. Countless sleepless Votors stared at the starry sky, glanced in the direction of their hometown, rubbed their sour eyes, and continued to explore the official arrangements for them.

The whole world is immersed in sorrow, tired and peaceful, and no one knows that the most thrilling scene is happening here.

Twenty-four hours later, the noise of the machinery in the artificial space station suddenly disappeared, and the artificial intelligence Woolf's host was strangely quiet, as if about to enter forced sleep. The artificial intelligence, which is driving the remaining chip human mecha around the first galaxy, stops at a loss.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light shone in the mysterious computer room, and a sighing sound began to ring.

"System autonomous correction has been completed--"

"Reloading ..."

"Destroy all security risks, and destroy all chip people." The voice said coldly, "The ultimate goal is to occupy the eight galaxies, the ideal world of the alliance will be formed around my will, Long Yuan-"

The Mech-Nuclear Dragon Head bowed its head 10 million kilometers away.

A shadow pervaded from an undetected corner.

In the central area of ​​Voto, a total solar eclipse occurred in the first sun, a huge celestial body flew over, swallowed the first sun in one sip, and under a hazy sky, Voto's deadly scars covered the ground.

Turan finally approved the timetable for sending Votto refugees back to the fortress of Angel City. After confirmation, they returned to the refugee resettlement office, indicating that they could prepare for evacuation according to this timetable.

Then she stretched around while nobody was around.

"Improper appearance," Li Furan appeared on the communication screen behind her. "Silver Nine's back office deducted a point."

"There is even more irregular." Turan winked at him, said as he took off his uniform jacket, then began to unbutton the shirt neckline, and walked into the small bathroom in her duty room, without closing the door. Meaning, "What's up to teach the director?"

Director Li is full of strength and red-faced bones, so he doesn't go to his heart at all, saying: "Allied forces and the Central Army will also leave in the near future. I will send you the timetable later. The transfer will be heavy. The task of transporting Votto refugees will be silver One to help you complete. "

Turan sighed: "Send them away, I can take a holiday, right, my mother hasn't taken annual leave for seventeen years, so I finally hoped that the commander would come back. This year is still an eventful year. There is no one to listen to the eighth galaxy. Said my name of a thousand people. "

"General Turan's reputation is far-reaching," Li Furan said indignantly. "The major general of the logistics department of the Union Army, two captains of the Third Central Army, a secretary general of the Sixth Central Army, a number of anonymous personnel-including even A lady with less obvious gender characteristics, after coming to the eighth galaxy, have sought someone to ask you, ready to come to you to collect debts, temporarily stopped me by the silver nine stationed at the front, I said, would you like to converge a little? "

Turan poked his head out of the water vapor, with a look of fear that the world would not be chaotic: "Really?"

Half a month later, the human coalition forces held a grand collective funeral to sacrifice their comrades-in-arms in the heart of the rose. The entire eighth galaxy's communications satellites echoed military songs from all over the place. Then the organized human coalition set off from the eighth galaxy and was about to embark on an expedition.

At the same time, the beleaguered Votor elites also proceeded from the refuge and escorted the expeditionary coalition forces to the Fortress of Angel City.

Baiyin Jiu and Baiyin Yi sent them to the natural wormhole area of ​​the eighth galaxy. Baiyin III, who was in the heart of the rose, was in charge of it. It took about three days for all the mechs and starships to enter the wormhole channel.

As the last pilot unit of the Sixth Galaxy Central Army, when the body was about to pass through the natural wormhole area, the appearance of a heavy armor body suddenly changed. The special light signal formed a huge line, writing: Elizabeth Karatulan It's a century of scum.

The eighth galaxy was broadcast live simultaneously during the process of sending off the coalition forces. People in the outer circle of aerial photography did not expect to insert entertainment news in military programs. They were shocked and excited before the festival.

General Turan didn't know what a shame it was, as if proud of winning a medal. She glanced at the media robot on her mech, flew a kiss towards the camera, took the cap down, and sighed: "Silver Nine-Salute! My colleagues, all the way!"

The silver-clad soldiers of the military army pledged salute to the "scum of the century", and the media robot on the mech recorded the footage faithfully and spread rapidly all over the world, waiting for Lin Shuai to see Baiyin Jiusan furiously It was too late for Virtue to make headlines.

After waiting for Thomas Yang on the other side of the heart of the rose, the news was received a few hours later. At this time, the coalition and some people had entered the wormhole passage. Thomas Yang was overjoyed holding his personal terminal.

"Laughter, get up and do business." Posong Yang walked over quickly. "Mech Longyuan brought a team of artificial intelligence mechas to the heart of Rose and informed us that the infrastructure of Angel City Fortress had been debugged. Be prepared to welcome residents. As there are still a small number of chip people floating in the first galaxy, Long Yuan asked us if we need to help clear the channel in advance. "

Thomas Yang Yiyi: "Is it so warm?"

"Yeah, they didn't see such a concern for human rights when they bombed Votto." Poisson Yang did not look happy, "notify there to be careful and alert on the outer side, do not let them approach the heart of the rose."

Thomas Young was silent for a while: "Before the general decides to leave the Silver Fortress, let us both keep his recommendation letter. If something happens in the future and the Alliance Central Committee abandons Votor for some reason, we will be the contact center. Because Wu Marshal Elf will be the last guardian of the league, because the alliance was built by their generation, and he will fight to the last minute-do you still believe him? "

"He destroyed the silver fortress, led the pirates to invade the alliance, killed the sword with a knife to force the eighth galaxy to close, and after death he turned himself into a terrible artificial intelligence-after all this, you ask me if I still believe him?" Poisson Yang He asked, and then he lowered his voice. "Sooner or later there will be a war between us and artificial intelligence. One hundred years later, Hubert Woolf's name will be nailed to the pillar of shame for the crime of" anti-humanity. "

Thomas Yang took a deep look at him and swallowed the words behind him.

However, General Lu Xin, and even Lin Jingheng, were once "guardian gods", and they were once locked in "anti-human" pot lids and repeated several times.

It can be seen that the difference between the patron saint and anti-human offenders is not as great as the difference between a person's photo and a selfie.

The long and torrid wait began. Eight days later, abnormal fluctuations were detected in the natural wormhole area of ​​the Heart of Rose. The first coalition leaders arrived immediately. Everything seemed calm. Longyuan was rejected and never appeared again. It doesn't seem to be going any further.

In the evening of the day, Votor time was 18:38.

The pilot unit that originally belonged to the First Galaxy Border Guards successfully passed through the natural wormhole, and accompanied several unarmed starships on which the Voto refugees were traveling.

The natural wormhole area became active, which meant that large troops would arrive immediately.

Just then, Poisson Yang suddenly received information from the frontline guards-a large number of artificial intelligence mechs suddenly opened to the heart of the Rose!

The cold sweat in Posson Yang's hands came down. How could the calm sea be so quiet for so long?

At this time, the main force of the human coalition and a large number of Voto refugees are in the natural wormhole area. I don't know how long they can come out, and it is certainly too late to retreat the eighth galaxy!

How these artificial intelligences set their time so accurately is like they got the internal schedule.

Thomas Yang patted the guard's shoulder: "Send a message to Galactic City Command!"

"General Yang!"

Thomas and Poisson looked up together, and the Frontline Guardian in the communication channel said: "The other party asked us to immediately surrender the hidden biochip and chip man!"

At this dangerous moment, it is best not to anger the artificial intelligence legion. Poisson Yang cautiously replied: "The chips have been destroyed, the chip people are in custody, and they want prisoners of war. I said no, but please give me a diplomatic document. Back to Galaxy City, please show the peak. "

"We don't want the prisoners of war of the Free Legion," Long Yuan's hollow voice sounded. "We want to hide the chip people in the eighth galaxy."

Having said that, he didn't wait for the man in white to respond, and sent a video directly to Baiyinsan's public communication channel-the same phone that Dr. Harden called to Lu Bixing!

Thomas Yang's head was frozen for a moment: "This **** is ..."

Long Yuan said sensibly: "Hand over the chip people."

More artificial intelligence mechas appeared on the periphery of the heart of the rose, dense and dense, no head can be seen at first glance, several channels opened from the middle, led by Long Yuan, the top ten super heavy armor swords appeared in turn, and surrounded the heart of the rose.

Numerous black hole missile muzzles point to natural wormhole areas.

"Hand over chip people--"