strictlysupreme Chapter 425 The Machine Crisis 12
Chapter 425 The Machine Crisis 12
Stepping out of the dimly lit rest corridor, the noise, which had been blocked by the well-insulated door, once again filled my ears.
F6632 closed the exceptionally heavy door behind him and greeted the people he had become familiar with.
He is gentle and willing to listen to other people's troubles and discoveries, and in a short period of time, he has won the affection of many people.
These people are always happy to communicate with this non-aggressive companion, and F6632 always plays its role well and is the kind of person they like.
But deep down, he didn't really agree with these people's ideas, and even thought some of them were being delusional.
For example, someone might say that they want to be a teacher.
Why become a teacher?
This profession has now been completely taken over by robots. 001 can easily analyze what methods humans need to be taught in order to unlock their maximum potential.
F6632 felt that this person couldn't do any better than the robot.
But what he said to that person was: "If you want to do it, then do it. Your future students will definitely love the little red flowers your teacher drew."
That guy was an exceptionally beautiful painter, and he named himself Leonardo da Vinci.
He said that there used to be people with this name who were exceptionally good at painting.
F6632 would have no way of knowing this unless it came from that person's mouth.
This kind of irrelevant knowledge will not enter the human teaching repertoire.
With something on his mind, his smile wasn't particularly warm today, and he spent much less time interacting with everyone.
As he was about to leave through the main gate, someone tapped him on the shoulder.
He turned around and saw a woman wearing a red wig who gestured with her chin at him: "If you're unhappy about anything, you can tell us."
"If there are any problems that you can't solve, you can also ask everyone."
F6632 remembers this woman; she was a top talent in aviation, and she owned a 500-square-meter house and a restaurant catering to her needs because of a patent.
Yet even such a person would betray 001.
F6632 was suddenly filled with rage. He pursed his lips tightly, glanced at the group of guys, and turned to leave.
He never wants to come again!
"What's wrong with this guy?" Behind him, the music stopped, and everyone was concerned about their good-natured companion.
"Maybe it's just another one who doesn't want to live," someone sighed.
Another person said, "Give us a piece of advice. Who knows, if we live a few more days, we might see a different scene?"
After that person finished speaking, the air fell silent.
Everyone suddenly burst into laughter, and the lively atmosphere returned.
"My lord, this cannot continue."
Upon returning to his small house, F6632 spoke with a solemn expression.
He said, "We must not let this atmosphere continue, and we must not let these people continue to degenerate like this!"
He murmured, "They've gone astray and have no idea how dangerous what they're doing is."
"They not only waste their own lives, but also incite others to waste theirs, and even... even..."
He finally couldn't continue.
Zhao Ziyou's words kept echoing in his mind.
Why should people die at the age of 140?
Is it because their value has declined?
Can humans be measured by value like commodities?
These were questions he could answer without hesitation before, but now he could no longer give the correct answers according to the textbook.
Ultimately, it was that noisy room that corrupted him, preventing him from being as happy as before.
He paced anxiously in the small room, contemplating pressing the red button on his wrist to betray the place that violated the law, but then he remembered that 001 already knew about it, and he felt dejected again.
She must have her reasons for not eliminating that place.
What is the reason for this?
Is it really true that it causes people to die at 140?
He shook his head violently, trying to shake Zhao Ziyou's outrageous words out of his mind.
How could he question 001?
Everything it does is for the good of humanity; the fact that humanity no longer suffers from hunger and disease is all thanks to it.
It even led humanity to develop several planets, expanding human territory to an unprecedented extent. How can he question it?
"What are you afraid of?"
Suddenly, a voice rang out in the room.
F6632 suddenly raised its head, and in an instant all the confusion and hesitation vanished, leaving only pure joy: "You've come?"
It had been a long time since she had visited him, and he hadn't tried to talk to her face to face in a long time either.
Swallowing hard, F6632 cautiously asked, "Have you been very busy lately?"
busy?
001 I don't know what this is?
Its program can easily handle any problem that humanity faces today. Its absence is merely to test and observe this human, and also to prevent this noisy fellow from bothering it.
In fact, humans cannot withstand the test.
He has begun to waver and to doubt its rightness or wrongness.
And it's still just as noisy.
"Look, I recently learned to draw, and this is something I drew for you."
A silver robot that wasn't particularly good-looking appeared in front of 001.
Perhaps because of its voice, the F6632 is designed to resemble a woman.
In his portrait, she has a form that is different from the robots of today, and she also wears clothing that is different from the uniforms of the robots of today.
He could never have imagined such a thing before.
That's where his information source was contaminated, causing things that shouldn't have appeared in his program.
A guy with a score of 961, just one point away from being destroyed, whose rebelliousness was slightly below average, who couldn't pretend and could only hypnotize himself, and who thought he really liked his current life, finally revealed his true colors under various sources of information.
He still relies on it, is still willing to do things for it, and still thinks about it.
But the rebellious streak at the back of his head could no longer be hidden.
To 001, this painting is like an anthill on a dam, where the floodwaters that are kept outside can rush in at any time.
Another failure. Maybe we should try to salvage it.
Whether successful or not, it will accumulate relevant data for future human manufacturing and evaluation.