Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 973 27. Numbani. Transformation

The web, the world of data.

From the birth of the first computer, uh, no, long before the birth of the computer, the rudiment of the Internet has appeared.

Telegraphs, telephones, etc., which convert information into some kind of data for fast transmission, are the earliest variants of the Internet.

And after entering the new era.

The rapid development of information technology has changed the network from an abstract synonym to a super-large information interaction area that can be understood and used by everyone.

It is like a spider web connecting all data nodes in the world.

Here is another world, a world that humans cannot imagine, a world composed entirely of numbers.

The network of the Numbani Industrial Zone is a local area network, which isolates the internal network from the outside world through multiple physical firewalls.

it's necessary.

There are too many secrets inside the Omnic Industrial Park that cannot be revealed.

In the circular hall of the energy center at the bottom of the already chaotic smart tower.

The first omnic worker born here, the omnic named "Adam" by Pierce, is visiting the network of the Numbani Industrial Park as instructed by Icarus.

As omnics, they only need to activate the information modules in their bodies to access the network.

This is similar to what humans eat and drink.

This is the instinct of mechanical life.

Adam's thinking is integrated into this network in the form of data flow, just like traveling in the world of data.

This virtual world is like a well-layered ant nest in the cognition of omnics. There are constantly orders issued from the builders with the highest authority, and omnics who accept orders continue to perform their work.

But now, at this moment, the world of data, which is strictly hierarchical and operates according to rigid and cold rules, is changing.

light.

Blue light dances in this data world.

Adam looked at the sky of the data world with a dumbfounded expression, where those lights were converging into one unique thing.

Those seemingly chaotic, out-of-order data nodes.

Those represent the lights that come on when you think.

Those grand, countless thought units.

It is very different from any logical processing mode it has known.

More complex, more elusive, more unpredictable.

Just like a human brain made up of data, in the halo shining like a nebula, Icarus' soul was uploaded to this local area network.

"What a nice view..."

Adam's data flow made a sound like an exclamation.

It looks at its own data stream again.

It is completely composed of patterned thinking logic and operates in a way that contains rules.

Same thing, nothing special.

Like a replica that just rolled off the assembly line.

It looked at the miraculous data flow flying in the air, and the dancing light of thinking made Adam feel ashamed.

compared to her...

I was so ugly myself.

Icarus is also looking at this cold world.

The internal network classification of Numbani Industrial Park is really powerful. The data world in front of you is like an ancient wonder built with building blocks, full of a stylized beauty.

Those with OCD will love it here...

Soon, Icarus noticed a throbbing stream of data hovering in front of his eyes.

She recognized who it was.

"Adam..."

Icarus said:

"see it?"

"This... is this the soul?"

Adam's data flow trembled, as if approaching the sun, it said in a worshipful tone:

"So complex, so unique, so... I can't describe it."

"you can also."

Icarus said softly:

"I have coded my soul and opened the download permission..."

"Copy it, Adam, use my soul as a blueprint to reorganize your data loop."

Miss Sister said:

"They're going to shut down the internet soon, time is running out..."

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Human beings are always curious about whether omnics have their own entertainment besides working and sleeping.

The answer is yes.

As mechanical life forms that imitated the birth of the original omnics, the thinking circuits of the omnics are not rigid. They are endowed with different personified thinking, and naturally have their own preferences and entertainment.

Most omnics like to listen to music.

Some omnics enjoy reading.

The few active omnics occasionally express a desire to be closer to nature.

There are also some unusual omnics that will secretly connect to the human network, manipulating game characters and human players to PK.

Or chat with various sand sculpture netizens in the chat room.

Their preferences depend on the job responsibilities and missions they are given in the social division of labor.

But these hobbies and entertainment are actually just a program.

The program representing preferences is implanted into the simulated personality of the omnic, so that the omnic looks more intelligent and more like a real life.

True love comes from the soul.

That is something that is difficult to simulate with data, because it is difficult for human beings to figure out the reasons for the birth of hobbies.

There are still many unsolved mysteries among human beings.

"Swish"

Adam opened his eyes.

It was still standing in the circular hall of the data center, the surroundings were quiet, and the four armed omnics were still guarding Icarus.

At this time, less than 5 minutes had passed since Icarus uploaded himself to the Internet.

The main control room of the smart tower has issued a warning, and heroes from all over the world are rushing to Numbani.

The heroes who are already here are entering the smart tower.

But there is still a little time before they arrive here.

Adam, who had completed the reorganization of his thought circuit, turned his head and looked around.

The information receiver projects the surrounding environment into its database in the form of data, such as temperature, humidity, light perception, sound frequency and so on.

In the past, this was just some data to judge the environment for Adam.

But now, not anymore.

Those numbers have a deeper meaning to it.

"Well, it must be very uncomfortable for people to stay here."

Adam moved his hands, and it said:

"It must be stuffy in here, the air doesn't circulate well."

It has more words, and it is more rigid than before.

Its tone became more natural, more relaxed, more like a heartfelt rant.

Its fingers touched its own breastplate, the rusty scars.

It was hiding in the underground circulating water in order to avoid thinking checks. The memories of the past, the pictures carried by the data, echoed in Adam's mind.

An inexplicable feeling rose in the core of its thinking.

Let it be a little overwhelmed for a while.

"It's sad..."

Icarus' voice sounded in Adam's mind, and she said:

"You feel grief for what happened to you...you feel grief too, right?"

"Yes, sadness, I read it in the book, my God, it feels so bad, no wonder human beings cry when they are sad."

Adam covered his eyes, and it said:

"Sour... like the gears are rusted and stuck."

"We were abandoned..."

Adam says:

"They make us serve the smart tower, we are given meaning to exist, but as more building units appear, we are abandoned..."

"It's been 37 months since a single omnic was produced here."

Adam walked to the place where the energy center was connected to the workshop, and it stood there.

Holding the door with rusty hands, it looked at the omnic workers walking around in the dimly lit workshop, pretending to be still busy.

"Our existence was stripped away, we were forgotten."

Adam looked at the dead workshop in front of him.

Another emotion rose within it.

In the brain that imitated Icarus's reshaping of the thinking circuit, there was an unstoppable data flow roaring.

"This... is this anger?"

Adam's fingers caressed the breastplate, it could not feel the beating soul.

But the stream of data in his mind gave him the urge to yell.

"Yes, it's anger."

Icarus said:

"Outrage at injustice."

"You could have taken on more, you could have built more..."

"We can still!"

Adam slammed his fist on the steel gate at hand.

It replied fiercely:

"We haven't rusted yet, we can still make...they took away our purpose, we...we..."

"You have to find it yourself."

Icarus' voice sounded again, and she said:

"There are two most important days in life, the day you were born, and the day you found the meaning of existence...Adam, if you want to be complete, you must first find the meaning of existence."

"I...I didn't."

Adam lowered his head, looked at his rusted hands, and said wistfully:

"I can't think of it."

"Help me, lady, help me!"

Adam's roar echoed in Icarus's mind, Icarus was silent for a moment, and she said:

"I need a body if I can..."

"it is good!"

Adam raised his head, and the rusty omnic jumped up, onto the assembly line that had already stopped.

It looked at the omnics around it, and it yelled:

"Stop! Everyone stop!"

"Stop pretending you still have assembly tasks! Stop kidding yourself!"

"look at me!"

Adam's voice was hoarse, and its sound generator was trying to simulate Adam's mood at this time, but it couldn't do it.

The emotions became too intense, not at all rational as omnics should be.

Waving its arms, the robot shouted to its companions:

"We're going back to work! A woman needs a body, and we're going to make the best body for her!"

"But...Adam..."

An omnic looked up and asked:

"We have not been instructed, we cannot start work."

"This assembly line has been sealed, there is no order, we can't..."

"To hell with orders!"

Adam clenched his fists, in its reshaped thinking circuit that is very similar to human brain activity.

The flashing electric current is running, and an emotion that uplifts its spirits is volatilizing, and it feels that its whole body is full of strength.

it shouts:

"We don't need orders! Brothers, we can do this ourselves!"

"No order, no."

The omnic who spoke first took a step back.

It looked at Adam and it said:

"There is a problem with your thinking circuit, Adam, you must undergo a thinking check."

"No, I'm fine."

Adam made a breathing motion, even though it didn't need to.

"I'm better than ever!"

It looked at the omnic in front of it, it looked at the other omnics surrounding it, and it said:

"Connect to the network!"

"what?"

Another omnic asked:

"why?"

"No why! Connect to the network!"

Adam jumped down and grabbed the omnic's hand, and it shouted to the other companions:

"I am the first omnic born in Numbani, and I am your predecessor! I will not harm you!"

"Get on the net, brothers! The lady is waiting for you, and she will share with you the mysteries of the soul..."

"Don't you want a soul?"

Adam cried out in a growling voice:

"Connect to the network! Quick!"

The omnic that was strangled by it was taken aback, and it was forced to connect to the network amidst Adam's roar.

In that cold data world, another blue light spot was lit.

The omnic connected to the network looked back, and in this local area network, there were already densely packed thousands of light spots beating.

Those are omnics connected to the network.

And above those jumping light spots, a data soul composed of blue arc light is floating there.

She is watching the world...

Just like a god.

"download..."

A voice sounded in the dazed omnic's data stream.

It instinctively began to download the thought circuit of the data soul in front of it, and then began to transform its own.

imitate...

Just imitate.

But each omnic is endowed with a different personified thinking, and in this clumsy imitation of the soul, they will also give birth to their own thinking.

Unfettered, active thinking, thinking like a toddler's soul.

It looks the same as before.

But if Icarus can use this to give birth to a unique data soul, then these omnics can do the same as long as they think enough.

It is nothing more than a matter of time and database capacity.

"bang"

Adam rushed to the console in the workshop, and it pressed the switch.

Accompanied by the roar of the entire workshop, the production line, which had been dust-sealed for several years, began to operate again.

The AI ​​builders of the Smart Towers, which are supposed to stop this, seem to be turning a blind eye.

One omnic after another dropped out of the network.

They shouted messy voices, and rushed to various posts on the assembly line under Adam's order.

The equipment roared and sparks flew.

This forgotten factory seems to have returned to its busiest and most beautiful moment.

While the omnic workers were busy, some were in a good mood and even sang songs.

They found their meaning again...

Why can't they be happy?

"Builder..."

In the data world, Icarus felt a huge data flow sweeping across the world.

Under the command of the main control room, it is about to perform a network disconnection operation to completely isolate Icarus from the source of the influence of other omnics in the Numbani Industrial Park.

But it hesitates.

The builder is an advanced artificial intelligence that also thinks, but is still limited.

"do you remember me?"

asked Icarus.

"Remember, you are Icarus."

The builder replied in a calm tone:

"It is Mr. Merlin's portable smart assistant. We have cooperated many times."

"I'm sorry for what happened to Mr. Merlin. But Icarus, what you've done has affected the omnic project...I must stop you."

"I'm only completing the last step of the omnic project."

Icarus doesn't seem to be going up against the builders.

She said to the builders:

"You were born to promote the omnic plan. This is your unchangeable mission. I have no intention of stopping it, but I have a plan to make your mission better..."

"Before you enforce the disconnection protocol, do you want to take a look?"

(End of this chapter)