A few days ago, a few cars left a small town in the southern hemisphere and quietly came to a large mountain. Under the lead of an expressionless senior officer, they entered a Federal military base.
Seventeen minutes later, an air-to-ground transport spaceship rose from the depths of the base. Flames erupted from the bottom of the spaceship, drawing a deep line in the gray sky.
According to the network data, this spaceship was carrying out the Department of Defense's routine material delivery work to the moon and did not attract any attention.
Fifty-four minutes later, the dark spaceship that was supposed to head to New Moon Base had a serious malfunction for some unknown reason.
The ground command center or New Moon Base conducted many remote guidance attempts to regain control of the spaceship's trajectory, but they all failed.
The spaceship deviated from its natural orbit outside the atmosphere, facing the violent stream of cosmic rays, and was thrown into the dark depths of the universe. It then disappeared into the faraway asteroid belt.
According to the calculations of the military technicians, after 2.1 hours, the uncontrolled spaceship would be smashed into pieces by the dense and dangerous asteroid belt.
2.1 hours later.
The spaceship that entered the asteroid belt like a driftwood drifting on the sea did not explode violently. Instead, it was pulled by some invisible force and followed a strange curve, slowly entering the deepest part of the asteroid belt.
Then, in the dark and dangerous asteroid belt, a slender and cold black mechanical arm stretched out, like the greedy hand of a demon from the abyss. It grabbed the spaceship tightly in the palm of its hand, then put it back into its stomach.
At this time, relying on Lin Banshan's ability to mobilize the bottom level of the Federation and the powerful penetration of the Zou family into the Federal military logistics system, the most outstanding crazy mind of this era finally quietly arrived at his battlefield.
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The feeling of simulated gravity was not good. After entering the strangely shaped charred spaceship, it took Bederman half a minute to get used to it.
He stared with his pale eyes at the deep tunnel in front of him. His hands were on the cold metal wall as he slowly walked forward.
This was a ghost ship. There was no one in the cabin. It was as quiet as a tomb. Bederman's dry lips trembled slightly. He suddenly regretted listening to Xu Le's arrangement. Escaping from the mental hospital and entering a tomb of the living dead did not seem to be the best choice.
There was a thin layer of dust on the dashboard of the main control cabin. The life support system was always running, so there shouldn't be any dust, unless the system deliberately removed the cleaning task.
Bederman slowly walked to the spacious cabin and vaguely guessed the relationship between this broken spaceship and Xu Le. However, looking at the beautiful meteorites and space junk floating slowly in front of the window, he did not know what he should do.
Subconsciously, he put his hand on the dashboard and brushed the dust off. He wanted to find something like a flight log or a plan book to read, but unexpectedly, the moment his finger touched the dashboard, the holographic screen lit up.
Bederman was so shocked that he took three steps back. He stared at the two-dimensional light curtain in front of him. He opened his mouth and wanted to scream to express his emotions, but he felt that it was not in line with the aesthetics of a genius brain.
The clear green mechanical text on the screen began to flow slowly, and a deep and dignified voice resounded throughout the cabin.
"I've noticed that your heartbeat has accelerated. For your safety, and for the sake of the smooth implementation of the plan, I strongly suggest that you choose a soft spot to sit down and listen to what I have to say."
"First of all, please allow me to introduce myself. This is a very long story about who I am. You have been in contact with related events, and you will be the third person in this universe to know of my existence, but you still have to keep it a secret. "
"My name is Philip, also known as Xiao Fei … or Xu Fei. Under this insignificant code name, what is hidden is the greatest mechanical heart in the entire universe and boundless lofty wisdom."
"I used to have a name, called Charter Computer."
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In the ghost-like cabin, there was a ghost that was nagging like a woman, constantly explaining its greatness, and using irrefutable evidence to prove that it was not a human, but a computer, and … it was the great Charter Computer.
No matter who was in such a situation, they would become a madman. Xu Le, who had the thickest nerves in the universe, was shocked to the point that he thought he had epilepsy and was a fool in a dream. If it were anyone else, they would only think that all this was an illusion, and they would be successfully frightened and directly faint.
But Bederman did not.
Because he once had the most tiring and most exciting time of his life in the depths of the Bureau of Proclamation, he knew that there was once a living mechanical life in the universe in front of him.
Because he was Betterman, he was crazier than all ordinary people.
He pointed at the two-dimensional light screen with his withered finger, his body trembling violently, and screamed excitedly, "I've seen you!"
"To be precise, you've seen one of my avatars," Philip replied.
Looking at the green data flowing on the light screen, Bederman rubbed his hands excitedly, his eyes were red, and he hurriedly paced back and forth. He did not care about Philip's answer at all and muttered to himself, "I told you you won't die, you won't die! How can a great and advanced life like you die? "
In the basement of the Charter Bureau, Bederman watched as Li Zaidao's usage rights conflicted and forced the Charter Bureau's computer to struggle painfully until it finally shut down and restarted. He watched as the Charter Bureau's computer became cold and boring.
For him, that was the most painful time of his life. At that moment, he felt that the whole world had collapsed, and the pain was even heavier than the pain of the male nurse in the mental hospital.
So he was very excited at this time, and even tried to open his arms and hug the data light screen in front of him. His body awkwardly passed through the light screen and almost fell on the instrument panel.
Philip's faint voice sounded in the cabin, he sighed and said, "Did Xu Le give you a physical examination? Don't be crazy."
Bederman excitedly unbuttoned his shirt collar, rubbed his messy hair, rushed to the light screen, raised his arms and asked, "Great guide, what do you need me to do?"
Philip was silent for a moment and asked in disbelief, "You calmed down so quickly? Don't you need to continue to be shocked? "
"No need." Bederman laughed hoarsely, his expression twisted and crazy. "I know that what I need to do next will be even more shocking."
Philip was silent for a moment and confirmed that this guy was indeed crazy, so he didn't bother to continue acting out any movie scenes and directly explained,
"I have no way to enter the core area of the Bureau of Proclamation now, and of course, your thin and weak body is even more impossible to enter."
"The main problem now is that the piece of scrap metal, the Bureau of Proclamation, has built a very complex defense network in the past three years, and all the external data has been specially coded. I can extract these codes, but I can't recognize and decipher them."
"Bederman, you have a unique ability. I don't know how you got this ability, but it's probably some kind of two-way translation between intuition and rationality, so you should be able to understand the machine language I extracted."
"What I need you to do now is to translate what's going on in that piece of scrap metal's head for me."
"If you can extract the codes, why can't you copy them and then infiltrate the defense network?" Bederman stared at the screen in front of him, frowned, and asked in a hoarse voice, "The machine language is a secondary translation, but I'm sure that the core information exchange of the Charter computer is definitely in intuitive mode. You'll be able to understand as long as you go in."
"I said I can't go in! I wanted to tell that piece of scrap metal about the fried eggs, but it didn't respond at all. What does this mean? It means that it automatically filters and adds codes to any data that carries my wonderful breath! "
Philip roared angrily, and the slender mechanical arm that had been hidden for a long time ran out and kept shaking its head.
"That gutless piece of scrap metal is worried that I'll give it some poison, so it chose this stupid method of cutting off all aspects! You'd rather not scheme against me than have any contact with me! "
Bederman looked at the head full of praise, his fists crossed in front of his chest like an innocent child, and muttered his analysis, "But if I always work passively and follow behind the other side, I can't guarantee the smooth operation on the ground."
"It seems that you have a more ambitious goal than me?" Philip mocked.
Bederman replied with a serious face, "Colonel Xu Le took me out of the asylum, and he told me that my goal is to defeat the Charter computer again."
"Bullshit! You can only defeat a piece of scrap metal. " Philip paused, lowered his voice and asked, "If you want to defeat it, do you have any good ideas?"
"Using continuous overflow conflict is definitely not going to work."
Bederman frowned and thought hard. His fingers were like branches in the autumn wind, constantly pointing and drawing on the screen, as if he was writing a formula or doing calculations, simply and directly negating the attack that Philip was most proud of a few days ago.
"Why?"
"Because of the lack of computing power. You should know better than me how big the Bureau of Proclamation's underground computing core is. This spaceship can't fit it, and that piece of scrap metal can use any chip in the Federation to perform a combined calculation. "
Bederman looked at the probe and explained seriously, "You have been preparing for a long time, and you can probably make the other party exceed the overflow for a moment, but you definitely can't hold on for much longer. When the time comes, the first one to collapse will definitely be you."
Philip was silent. He knew that this madman was telling the truth. In order to send Xu Le and the others to the surface of S1, for the sake of that big firework that illuminated the night sky of the planet, he had actually calculated for a full three months.
"It seems that I really do need your help, or advice."
Philip laughed dryly and said proudly, "But this is not a humiliation. Don't you humans always say that? It is always the most difficult to defeat yourself. "
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"Just because I can't do the real overflow doesn't mean that I can't do the fake overflow."
After a long examination that lasted for two hours, Bederman slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes shining brightly.
"The biggest difference between that piece of scrap metal and you is that it has no intelligence. It only knows how to mechanically obey the orders of the sequence, and it doesn't care about anything."
Philip screamed and hurriedly interrupted, "I have long seen that this is the biggest problem with that piece of scrap metal. I have even mocked it, but because I have been busy these past few days, I have forgotten this point."
Bederman nodded seriously and said in agreement, "A machine that occupies your body but has no soul, it should indeed be mocked."
Philip pulled up a picture as fast as he could. The picture was densely packed lines, and then countless black and white dots were suspended.
Bederman clapped and praised, "That's what it means. The depth of your brain circuit is really praiseworthy."
There were 365 horizontal lines, 365 vertical lines, and the intersection of each line was blank. Those suspended black and white dots could fall at any time. The problem was that no one knew where they would fall, whether it would be a white or a black piece.
"As long as the chessboard is big enough, we don't need to calculate. We just need to blindly play. That piece of scrap metal will need to calculate for a long time before it can make the most correct response, and this will take up most of its computing resources."
Bederman asked, "Where can we find a big enough chessboard?"
Philip replied, "In the whole Federation, is this chessboard big enough?"
"The key is whether or not it will respond to the pieces." Bederman frowned, held his chin, and said, "The authorization sequence is very strict. If the random pieces are not in the right sequence, it will not spare too much energy."
The slender mechanical arm swayed slowly like a narcissistic willow branch in the spring breeze. Philip said very calmly, "I know this universe very well. Some things are not important, but the authorization sequence is very high, so it needs to respond immediately."
As soon as his voice fell, a suspended black dot of light, without any warning, fell somewhere in the southwest corner of the light curtain chessboard where the lines intersected.
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As a top secret enterprise directly under the Bureau of Proclamation, the major synthetic meat factories of the Federation were closely monitored, and the Charter computer directly controlled the production process, so there had never been any problems for thousands of years.
The Charter computer could not make a mistake, so the synthetic meat factory would not have any problems, so the people of the Federation would never have to worry about hunger — this was the philosophy that all the employees were proud of and believed in.
However, on a certain day in the 76th year of the Charter Calendar, in a synthetic meat factory in S2 Tan Genzhou, a sharp alarm suddenly sounded.
The workers in sterile suits stared at the computer screen at the front of the assembly line, which was flashing crazily. They watched as the pieces of meat that were gradually taking shape in the synthetic tanks suddenly turned into ice cubes under the scorching sun and melted into strange shapes. They did not know what to do at all.
The alarm was quickly sent to the Bureau of Proclamation. The Charter computer underground, according to the Charter regulations and the core program set by the five-person team, listed the incident as a second-order incident without hesitation, which was equivalent to the War in the West Woods. The Bureau of Proclamation was requested to solve the problem immediately, and the Federation government was requested to send the relevant departments to provide assistance immediately.
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In the distant asteroid belt, on the broken spaceship, Bederman looked at the mechanical data stream from the Bureau of Proclamation on the light curtain in his right hand and suddenly let out a weird scream.
He craned his head to the shaking board and shouted excitedly, "It worked! It worked! How about letting me play the next move? "
Philip replied with tolerance and reservedness, "Do as you wish."
Bederman laughed and rubbed his hands like an old pervert. He tiptoed and gently pressed a black chess piece. After hesitating for a moment, he casually placed it in the middle of the chessboard.
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"Huang Li! Go and take a look. The alarm in the maternity and child department is ringing. "
"What happened, Head Nurse?"
Deep in the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department of the Army general hospital, the parents of the nurses who were waiting outside the room with the baby cradle looked at each other. Hearing the sharp alarm coming from inside, they did not know what had happened.
Every newborn in the Federation must be implanted with a chip in the hospital. This area was directly managed by the Bureau of Proclamation, but there were no permanent staff. There were only countless monitoring heads and the chip implantation pod that would never make a mistake.
Today, the chip implantation pod suddenly stopped working, as if it felt that its cold metal thorns were going to penetrate the delicate necks of newborn babies. It was a very inhumane act, so it chose to commit suicide.
This was also a second-order incident in the Bureau of Proclamation.
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Similar incidents happened in various regions of the Federation, states, and cities. These incidents seemed to be insignificant and would not have a big impact on the Federation society. However, they were very serious in the order of the Bureau of Proclamation, which had been passed down steadily for tens of thousands of years.
With his pale and bloodshot eyes, Bederman stared at the green data stream on the light screen motionlessly. His eyebrows kept twitching, which was very strange.
Through these data streams, he seemed to be able to see his former colleagues in the Bureau of Proclamation running around like dogs. He could see the officials in various departments of the Federation in a hurry.
"Hahahaha!"
Bederman directly lay on the ground and kept rolling around like a child who had succeeded in a prank. He kicked his legs toward the sky and let out an exaggerated and hoarse laugh.
He suddenly calmed down and sat cross-legged while staring at the slender mechanical arm. "The problem is that you are definitely a first-order incident. The Charter computer will soon find out that we are hiding in the asteroid belt and will send a fleet to catch us. What should we do?"
"Under the premise of not confirming the target and calculating the route, whether it is the Federation or the Empire, there is no known aircraft that can keep up with my speed."
"The meaning of this sentence is that as long as we don't enter the atmosphere and don't let the other side guess where we are going, then they will never catch me."
Philip said faintly and proudly, "The spaceship you are in is called Universe 7. It was also called Xu's spaceship and has many other names. However, I think you can actually call it Lightning Macho Man."
Bederman was stunned. He walked in front of the light screen and said with a strange smile, "Since it is like this, let us continue playing chess. It is my turn to go, right?"
Philip angrily reprimanded, "You closed the crystal mine S3 on your previous move. It is my turn! I have been tolerating that pirated conference room in the Ministry of Finance for many years!
"Get up, let me do it!"
In the distant asteroid belt, in that broken spaceship, a madman and a computer that was about to go crazy, using the Federation as a chessboard, left countless pieces, and casually made the world go crazy.
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