NO00fb: The Reason Why I Can’t Die

In fact, Jim was also very curious about what the "guardian spirits" used by these witches were like.

Most hackers would not insert the code of autonomous AI into their own ice walls or ice breakers when writing them for their own use. After all, this is something that is to be installed in the brain-computer interface, and no one dares to bet whether this thing will have any problems after running for a period of time, such as suddenly controlling the prosthetic hand to strangle itself to death one day.

And if it is separated from the "ice wall" and "ice breaker" that hackers can use at will, the autonomous AI will not play a big role in fierce network attacks and defenses because of its slow self-iteration speed, except for being a bait substitute.

Of course, it can also be said that it is precisely because of their slow self-iteration speed that today's human society can allow the existence of autonomous AI, rather than completely banning it as a potential dark web malicious program.

But witch-style hackers like Ji Mu and Duanmu Youxue have developed another way to use self-disciplined AI - by constantly feeding them with specific data for directional cultivation, or directly releasing them into the World Wide Web to let them develop freely, and then calling them for download after they mature, and re-"attaching" them to the machine, creatively playing the role they were originally designed for.

Well, in terms of classical physics.

Jim dodged a speeding forklift - it was clearly rushing towards him, but the forklift warned him to "get out of the way, get out of the way" like a deaf ear to the bell.

Under the witch's summoning ritual, this abandoned factory has now revived.

The lights are turned on, the assembly line is running, and the rusted machines make a "clicking" sound like awakened ghosts, dragging their bodies without parts back to their former workstations, repeating the daily routine long ago.

The entire workshop was like a high-speed machine at this moment, and Jim and his companions were like small stones stuck between the gears.

Those industrial equipment did not complete their master's instructions through clumsy and deadly attacks like staggering mechanical zombies as Jim had imagined before.

Their way of killing was to continue their work and then crush themselves like crushing small stones that accidentally fell between the gears.

So that's how it is...

Bending down and dodging a mechanical grabber that was swinging towards him, Jim had a glimmer of enlightenment in his heart.

These self-disciplined AIs born for specific purposes did not seem to be able to disobey their underlying codes, so they could only complete other purposes by executing their work.

Although this approach seemed to be more roundabout than manual control after hackers hacked into smart devices, it was better in that the number of controls that could be controlled was huge, and there was no need to worry about manually controlling them one by one - as long as there were enough "guardian spirits" in his hands, he could just give them instructions and wait for the results.

That was really...

After loading the things, the previous forklift rushed straight towards Jim from the back again. And just like before, he kept saying "Be careful to avoid, be careful to avoid".

He was at a narrow intersection at the moment, with no room to dodge on either side, and the suspended conveyor belt above his head was swinging like a helicopter propeller, waiting for him to jump up.

It seemed that there was no escape.

It was boring...

Jim thought so, and turned the wheel of the revolver to push the bullet loaded with a red bullet into the barrel.

"Bang."

The gunshot sounded, and the bullet was fired.

The oil tank loaded in front of the forklift shattered, and the splashing paint exploded a bright silver flower on the ceiling.

This is why Jim still chose to use a revolver in this era. He only needs to turn the wheel to switch the type of bullet he needs at any time.

But even a high-explosive bomb could not directly stop a full-metal forklift weighing more than a ton and running at 25 kilometers per hour.

However, it still stopped.

Since it detected that the cargo it was transporting was abnormal, it had to reverse and reload before it could continue to move in its own direction.

Of course, it could also identify itself as cargo, but in this case, its speed would not be fast enough to hit itself to death.

"It feels like I'm playing a rule-based fantasy."

Jim muttered to himself, and then took advantage of the gap when the forklift went back to reload the cargo and quickly crossed the narrow intersection.

According to this logic, except for those war machines that are designed to kill, the more versatile the other autonomous AIs are, the greater the threat.

Jim concluded as he ran all the way along the instructions marked on the map.

Transport equipment like forklifts do such simple work, so there is naturally little room in the underlying code to fuzzy instructions.

But the more complex the function, the greater the authority of autonomous AI to make its own decisions, and the more operations they can bypass restrictions to perform.

For example, smart housekeepers, such as sex dolls.

Perhaps it can also be said that the closer their functions are to humans, the greater the threat.

In this case, it was fortunate that this was a network infrastructure factory rather than a sex doll production factory...

Just thinking about the scene of the adult version of the doll horror night, Jim couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

He shot through the door lock of the workshop, kicked open the door with a "Do Not Disturb" sign, and rushed into the control tower at the end of the workshop.

Different from the smell of metal paint that filled the previous workshop, as soon as he stepped inside the control tower, a hot wind with a strong smell of corruption hit him in the face.

Dead dogs, vomit and blackened wires.

The smell caused this series of images to appear in his mind.

[Ji Mu, I will try my best to save your friend's life, but I can't give you an absolute guarantee. 】

Jim took out a long breath and said this.

He didn't know what kind of protection the other party had around him, and maybe he didn't have the luxury to hold back.

【……】

But there was no answer from the other end.

【Ji Mu? 】

He called on the channel again, and at the same time confirmed whether the path cracking program he had previously connected to her was still running.

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Well, it's still running, which means the other party should still be alive now.

It just seems like I don’t even have the energy to reply to myself.

This is not a good sign...

Without any hesitation, Jim grabbed the gun and rushed up the stairs of the control tower.

"Uh-huh!"

A white thigh came towards him from the corner of the stairs like lightning, and Jim subconsciously raised his arms to resist.

"Crack!"

Severe pain, like a broken bone, came from his forearm, and then his whole body was kicked directly from the stairs back to the platform he came in from by this strange force.

The pain that came from his forearm prevented Jim from raising his gun to fight back immediately. After regaining his balance while retreating, he could see clearly what was attacking him at the corner.

"Gan."

Jim couldn't help complaining about his previous crow's mouth.

Judging from the appearance, the other party is a plump young woman with an explosive figure. The blood-stained dark blue sleeveless long cheongsam outlines sexy curves that can only exist in imagination.

But Jim could tell the other person's true identity at a glance from the cracked bionic silicone skin, exposed joints, and shattered left eye.

Sex couple.

I had previously judged that besides war machines, they were the most threatening autonomous AI control devices.

The area where his arm had been kicked was now covered in bruises. Jim took a deep breath of the thick, corrupt air, waiting for the numbness in his arm to dissipate.

At this moment, the sex doll was in a flexible posture like a gymnast, showing off her perfect figure through various movements while quietly approaching her.

It's better to get closer...

Jim thought.

Previously, she was attacked by the other party in a sneak attack, but now I am really not completely sure that I can kill her from this distance.

But if she takes the initiative to get closer, then the close combat will be to her advantage...

And just as he was thinking this, the sex doll suddenly spoke.

"The erotic behavior module - Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu has been launched. Users please pay attention to safety during use."

"The fun behavior module - Japanese Judo is now online. Users please pay attention to safety during use."

"The fun behavior module - Mongolian wrestling is now online. Users please pay attention to safety during use."

The opponent said in a sweet voice, and then without any warning, he jumped into the air, performed a split-leg side somersault and turned 270 degrees towards him.

The other party's words also made Jim determined that he could not die here no matter what the price. (End of chapter)