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Jiang Ming washed three apples, cut them into pieces and placed them next to David.

At this moment, David has been taken over by 212805. Without the owner pressing a button, the document will be automatically opened, the number of words will be locked, and the virtual keyboard will pop up.

"No—that's enough." Jiang Ming crossed his legs, and the uncle seemed to be paralyzed in the chair that can adjust the height and comfort of the backrest according to the owner's sitting posture. "I also want a mouse."

After this incident, Jiang Ming's favorability towards 212805 showed a downward trend.

I asked you to help me, not to find a master for myself.Jiang Ming resentfully stuffed an apple into his mouth, mistaking the apple for 212805, expressing the resentment in his heart.

"According to the data stored in my database by the technical department, 85% of the authors don't need a mouse when they concentrate on typing." 212805's voice returned to its gentleness.

Jinjiang Technology Department!Jiang Ming put on a pair of small shoes for the technical department in his heart.

And his editor, why not set the voice of 212805 to her own, the posture of a tigress can scare people to death when urging manuscripts, okay!

Jiang Ming maintained the posture of slumping in the chair, propped his chin with one hand, and called out to David in a commanding tone, "212805!"

212805: "Yes, do you want code words?"

Jiang Ming: "..." Can you please keep the words in the code!

Jiang Ming sighed, and patted the back of the chair to make it flat.

Obviously, the chair is more suitable for the owner than the artificial intelligence 212805, so you can lie down and let you sleep.

"Your information shows that 85% of authors don't need a mouse. Where did this 85 come from? Is it Jinjiang's data or is it supported by data from other websites?" Jiang Ming swallowed a piece of apple and continued, "And , where did the remaining 15% of your data go?"

212805: "The remaining 15% are code words while playing."

At this time, the screen projected by David on the wall displayed a countdown with a line of words [1 minute and 10 seconds left].

But because Jiang Ming was focused on the apple in his arms, he didn't notice it.

He didn't care, and continued chatting with 212805, "What about the last question?"

212805: "Sorry, the previous question was not included, please ask again."

Jiang Ming: "...don't call it artificial intelligence, call it artificial mental retardation instead."

He shouldn't have too high expectations for Jinjiang's technology, alas...

"Jiang Mengmeng, if you don't code anymore, my old lady will come and cut you!!!"

Jiang Ming's sigh was halfway through, when he was suddenly broken by the sharp girl, so scared that the apples on his toothpick fell to the ground.

Jiang Ming has known the editor for less than half a month, and the editor has always spoken softly and softly.

But today, in less than an hour, he has heard the howling of two editors, like a tigress who caught a male tiger and cheated, unstoppable, and the shouting can tear up all the unsubmitted manuscripts. Heartbreaker.

Jiang Ming was very worried about the editor. He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Master Jiahan, editor of the invincible universe, I want to give you a monkey: Honey, you know that the technical department has recorded your voice as the voice of this artificial retarded person. Is it?Do you know that this bastard has completely ruined your image in my heart?

Today is Saturday, the editor is on holiday, and the online contact tool shows that she is not online, not online——

No one responded to Jiang Ming's complaints, leaving only a kidnapped David and a kidnapped self in front of him.

Jiang Ming stretched his arms and let out a long "Ah—" and the phone was confiscated.

When he was halfway through uttering words, the other half was held back, if he did it a few more times, he should have been injured internally.

212805 took away his mobile phone, and his sweet baby chair was no longer sitting under him.

Jiang Ming straightened up, looked around in a daze, the empty surroundings were full of walls composed of various alphanumeric codes, tables, and the old office chair under him, only the display of opening word on the desktop Screens and keyboards without dazzling code formulas.

Jiang Ming: "Where is this?"

212805 switched freely with his own editor's voice, and said softly: "Dear Comrade Jiang Mengmeng, after the first warning, you still delay the time and don't write seriously, and now plan B is enforced, here is my In the virtual space constructed, you will not be able to leave here until you complete the prescribed codeword task."

Jiang Ming: "..." Editor, I don't love you anymore, do you know that?

"I want a mouse." Jiang Ming crossed his hands in front of his chest, and his legs/legs were too big/grand to rest on the code desk. He looked around and found no artificial mentally retarded figure.

When faced with Jiang Mengmeng who once again asked for a mouse, 212805 was silent for two seconds, "Only the word function is available, and even if you have a mouse, you can't do multitasking games."

This was probably the artificial intelligence's last insistence. He couldn't exhaust Jiang Mengmeng because he was running out of battery——

Jiang Ming put his legs down, raised his neck, and continued to speak for his mouse to the ceiling, "I want a mouse."

212805:"……"

The low-battery artificial intelligence can't confront the master, so it's better to be obedient, let this late-stage lazy cancer finish the manuscript quickly.

212805 showed weakness, and silently made a mouse next to the keyboard, but the mouse is also a prank.

Jiang Ming saw a mouse beside the keyboard, but the mouse is pure code, and the buttons are also code-like, not an entity like a keyboard and a display screen.

This kind of mouse inexplicably gave Jiang Ming a terrifying impression of sharpening a knife and preparing to slaughter a sheep. He straightened his waist, still dissatisfied, and said, "How can I use it like this?!"

212805: "You don't have to!"

These words smacked of a threat, really like a strong man ready to slaughter a sheep at any time, and Pian Pian spoke the gentle voice of a Jiangnan woman.

Jiang Ming couldn't see where 212805 was, his voice was always coming from all directions, but Jiang Ming felt his scalp tighten when he looked at the densely packed codes on the wall and desk.

Forget it, it’s been so long since I’ve stopped updating, I’m sorry for those cuties who collect and follow up comments, wait until the words are finished and then settle accounts with this artificial mentally retarded person!

"Shanghao, do you have any wine?" "It tells the love story between Shang Hao, the God of wine, and Shi Gu, the god of wine, the zodiac god. , Shi Gu was dissatisfied with pretending to be drunk and knocked Shanghao down from the mouth of the lower realm.

Jiang Ming is now writing the part of the lower realm, and he naturally substituted himself into Shigu and 212805 into Shanghao, and let out a stern tone in the text.

After writing 3000 words, Jiang Ming still wanted to write. When he wrote this chapter, he recalled the plot by reading the previous chapters. Since the first part was over, he needed an outline to think about the first part after writing the next chapter. story.

Jiang Ming is used to writing out outlines by hand, so 212805 did not bring in his outline.

"Hello!" Jiang Ming pressed the keyboard indiscriminately, listening to the sound of the keyboard, he was very arrogant, as if he was a great writer who had completed a masterpiece, and he couldn't do it.

212805: "?"

Jiang Ming waited for a long time without hearing the voice of the editor, and began to look for people anxiously, because he suspected that 212805 locked 3000 characters instead of 30000. After all, Jinjiang is unreliable. Who knows if the artificial intelligence they developed is reliable? Spectrum, if 30000 words are locked, when will he be able to walk out of this "barren" space.

"212805, I finished writing 3000 words, let me out!" Jiang Ming couldn't find anything, so he had to yell again.

212805 still didn't speak, but let him out.

After Jiang Ming left the virtual space, he was lying on the bed, but he didn't know how he got there.

He returned to David, sat down on the chair, continued to eat the apple he hadn't finished, and chatted with 212805 while eating.

"Isn't it cool that I wrote a chapter in less than two hours?"

"Now that I have finished writing the manuscript that is in arrears, can I play games?"

"You're about to ruin the image of my editor, can you change it to another voice? Can I set it myself?"

"..."

In the room, Jiang Ming was the only one talking to himself. He said a lot of "?" in an awkward chat, but 212805 ignored him.

The impatient Jiang Ming finally realized something was wrong. He reached out to pick up David, looked at it over and over, and poked it with a toothpick, "Hey, I'm done writing, don't pretend to be dead!"

……

In the short half-day that Jiang Ming saw 212805, his expectations for Jinjiang's artificial intelligence continued to drop, and they were about to drop to zero.

"I'm suing you!" Jiang Ming made the final threat while holding his mobile phone.

However, 212805 remained as quiet as ever.

Helpless, Jiang Ming had no choice but to call Jinjiang customer service.

Jiang Ming, who made the call to complain about artificial intelligence, treated the customer service on the other end of the phone as a "trash can" and talked about the persecution of artificial intelligence for more than ten minutes.

The customer service is also like his good buddy. He listened to his grievances and ate a bowl of hot and sour noodles while listening.

After eating and cleaning up, the attitude of the customer service changed and became impatient.

There was no way, Jiang Ming fully utilized his talent for writing through his eloquence, and a masterpiece about an infatuated man and a heartless woman was born through this phone call.

The voice of the customer service was a bit high, but in order to interrupt Jiang Ming's eloquence, he raised a higher pitch, "When were the auxiliary tools installed?"

This question was originally very polite, but the octave-high voice was filtered by the radio, and it became murderous.

The eloquent Jiang Ming was finally forced to stop, and this roar successfully made him forget his words.

The colleague sitting next to the customer service reminded him that his voice was too loud, so the customer service lowered his voice and repeated it.Because the voice was deliberately low and soft, it became masculine and non-feminine, which instantly gave Jiang Ming goose bumps on his arms.

He even stuttered when he spoke, "Today, today, this morning."

Customer service: "Wait a moment."

He lowered his head and flipped through the "Auxiliary Intelligence Manual" that the technical department brought over yesterday afternoon, and then replied to Jiang Ming: "Hello, your auxiliary tools consumed a lot of initial power during installation, and they may be out of power now." .You charge the optical brain that assists the intelligent link for 12 hours, and the problem can be solved.”