Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
This was the name that Fu Qingjun gave to the hull.
At that time, he lived inside for seventeen years!
In fact, Fu Qingjun didn't want to use this thing after studying it.
This hull needed a lot of mental energy to push the voyage of time.
"It won't work if there are too many. The maximum is one thousand lives. One day in the real world can be pushed here for ten months."
"This consumes a lot of mental energy, and the number that can be accommodated is small. It can only be used for short-term initial species cultivation."
He felt that he was becoming more and more like an evil scientist. After having the hair ability, he did all kinds of human genetic experiments.
Huala —
Time began to be pushed.
The hull entered the sailing track.
Ten months seemed to not change much, but for these snails, the speed of iteration was extremely fast.
Insects that were born in the morning and died in the evening were enough to change too much.
It was like this before.
Not to mention, ten months of physical time in the real world was already seventy months under their seven times physical sense.
One day would pass …
Six years!
In the first year.
Fu Qingjun was like pushing a freight box, moving along the railroad track of time.
He followed the principle of not wasting time and entered it, becoming a mechanical snail.
After all, programming was his strength.
In the room, he placed a large number of books, computers, mobile phones, cameras, and all kinds of digital products that he had prepared. He was silent and didn't choose to guide civilization. He hid inside and became an ordinary snail.
He soon discovered that the snails in these rooms began to move, eat, and reproduce.
They were like ordinary snails in nature. There was no difference.
There was a heavy sub-brain on his back, silently recording everything as if it was a video or a movie.
Fu Qingjun pretended to be dead in one of the snails, "Their intelligent AI logic should have begun to analyze and optimize the instinctive actions of these beast snails."
Sure enough, there was no problem with his own editing algorithm.
The snails began to use the shortest route to eat the food that Fu Qingjun placed, using the most convenient logic to optimize their life actions.
However, it seemed that because there was no natural enemy, after they simplified the logic, there were no more changes.
"There must be a natural enemy."
Fu Qingjun thought about it and threw in the mutant cockroach.
"Go to the next future."
In the second year.
The snails were being continuously killed by the mutated cockroaches.
A large pile of snail shells began to pile up on the ground.
Fu Qingjun's heart ached at the sight. He shook his head as he hid among the snails. "It really is an AI retarded. Forget it, the snail shells on the ground will become a chip production line."
The snails were killed, but the A.I. Chip did not affect their movements. It did not control them to escape or do anything else.
The A.I. Chip was observing. Even if it died, it did not know how to change it.
Because AI was very mechanical, it did not seem to have any autonomous creation ability, and could only learn.
The snail still had the intelligence of a wild beast. Just like how it used to be in nature, it ran away frantically.
Suddenly, amidst the endless slaughter, one of the snails accidentally cut a cockroach with its sickle.
As parasitic beasts, they naturally possessed the long explosive sickles of parasitic beasts.
However, the Snails didn't have any intelligence and didn't know how to use them … This was why they were sold as weapons on the spot.
Puchi!
The first cockroach was killed.
Then, something strange happened. The AI shell of the snail began to move.
"Saving file, analyzing anomaly —"
It began to record the snail's actions. It replayed it like a movie, as if it understood something.
Then, this snail began to change.
Every time a cockroach approached, the A.I. Chip's brain would transmit this signal, telling the snail to use this method to kill the cockroach.
The first snail with abnormal logic began to appear.
It began to slaughter the cockroaches without restraint. The sickle danced in the sky, cutting the flying corpses on the ground.
This scene stunned the other snails that were running away.
The other snails began to record the scene after watching it. In an instant, they all learned how to kill cockroaches like this.
"The entire civilization is beginning to mutate." Fu Qingjun hid among them and observed silently. He smiled.
However, the movements were exactly the same.
That was just an accidental attack. The unnecessary arc, the exaggerated angle, and the purposeful turn of the sickle.
In an instant, the entire group of snails learned the stupid posture of swinging the sickle! It was a pose that even normal intelligent life would find stupid when they saw it …
However, this race actually learned it all at once.
"Continue to get a batch of mutated cockroaches."
Fu Qingjun's actions were ruthless.
A large number of mutated cockroaches began to crawl all over the house.
Soon, the massacre began. It was still the same stupid uniform posture of swinging the sickle. However, as time went on, the trajectory became more convenient under the abnormal swinging of the sickle.
"Recording —"
It was quickly recorded again.
Just like that, after many iterations, an extremely simple and efficient set of swordsmanship was quickly learned.
This set of swordsmanship was constantly modified by the A.I. using its own algorithm. In an instant, it surpassed the "Parasitic Beast Swordsmanship" of the witch civilization.
This swordsmanship seemed to have opened the door to a new world.
The A.I. version continued to learn, getting more and more optimized, and a new version appeared.
They began to act on their own.
They began to try to study the surrounding environment.
They read the A.I. Chips of the dead snails on the ground and understood the images and stories of their lives.
The A.I. continued to accumulate and communicate.
Some snails not only read the data of the snail corpses on the ground, but they also began to read the books next to them, turning the pages with great effort.
Their brains began to be filled with madness.
"Let's go to the next future" Fu Qingjun habitually called out.
In the third year.
The snails began to show signs of abnormality.
"Hmm, hmm …"
The snail began to try to understand the human language, learning their logic and behavior in the stories.
The fourth year.
A snail suddenly spoke.
"I am a human!"
He uttered the human language, which was Chinese characters.
He had studied countless books and characters, and he even began to imitate the movements of the humans in them.
Fu Qingjun was startled as he felt a strange aura spreading.
The snail man had changed.
He had gained intelligence.
"It's just like how those ant-men gradually gained intelligence after practicing martial arts."
"However, this kind of snail is very special … Its intelligence comes from the chip. If the chip is removed, it will quickly become a beast again."
"Rather than saying that snail meat is the main body, it's better to say that the shell is the biggest main body."
Fu Qingjun's expression was calm as he slowly crawled on the ground like a snail.
He quietly watched as these snails learned human wisdom, books, and began to develop.
After a while, Fu Qingjun had a good grasp of the situation. "They can already be considered mechanical snails with intelligence, it's time for me to show up."
Fu Qingjun slowly walked out from the snail shells, opened his scythe-like arms and shouted.
"I've discovered the secret of our lives!"
What?
Countless mechanical snails wriggled on the ground, extremely shocked.
"Right here." Fu Qingjun commanded everyone and turned on a computer.
The screen lit up.
"According to my guess, this is a prehistoric God of our kind! A shell that was left behind! "Fu Qingjun said solemnly.
What?
The surrounding mechanical snails were all shocked, surrounding this laptop.
"So huge? It's so huge! "
"This is our prehistoric God? You mean, we can also crawl on their shells and absorb their memories? "
They became excited and crawled on top of the laptop, but nothing happened.
After all, if they crawled on the shells of other snails, they would be able to read … but if they crawled on top of these computers, how could there be a data cable?
Fu Qingjun took out the special data cable that he used to plug into the snails and plugged it into himself and the laptop, "This way, we can understand the mystery of these prehistoric Gods!"
Fu Qingjun demonstrated and lent the scepter to the others.
Once they plugged in, it was as if they had opened a new world and saw countless images and information from movies.
"Everyone, hurry up and learn!"
This snail shouted, "This is actually the final secret of our lives, the introductory computer 'programming language', 'integrated circuit', and other books. This is too scary!"
This mechanical snail was dumbfounded and called the others to learn together.
Fu Qingjun looked at his fanatical companions and secretly smiled, "This way, these computers can be programmed, produced, and improved by themselves."
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