Feng Bujue is a man who is well versed in the art of deceit.
To put it simply, he is a great conman.
However, there are three types of people in this world who will not be conned. These three types of people are: a complete fool, an incurable lunatic, and …
Seeing this, I think most of you are thinking, "The third type of person is a 'true genius'."
No.
Geniuses could see through deceptions in most situations, but they were not invulnerable. After all, geniuses were still thinking "rationally". They could see through the essence of things that ordinary people could not see through, so they were not easy to be deceived.
However … all thinking based on logic has flaws. These flaws come from various situations "outside of logic", such as … coincidences, accidents, illogical people, and illogical things done by illogical people.
And in this world, not everything could be "calculated clearly" through logical reasoning.
In fact, most things in this world cannot be "calculated clearly". As the saying goes, "Man proposes, God disposes."
Therefore, geniuses can still be conned, but the difficulty of conning them is very high, and the success rate is very low.
Then … what is the third type of person?
The answer is — a conman whose thinking is not in the same dimension as yours.
Maybe you still don't quite understand what I am saying … Then I will give you an example.
For example … the prophet in "The Matrix" (okay, she is actually not a person, but a program).
Her characteristic is that she will never answer your question with an answer that is the answer in your mind.
For example, you ask, "Am I the savior?"
And her answer was definitely not "yes" or "no".
She will say, "Then … what do you think? Do you think you are the savior? "
Or, "Being the savior is like being in love, no one can tell you whether you have fallen in love or not, only you know."
Or, "Hmm … this is very interesting."
Or, "You are very talented", "You know it", "Even so … you don't seem to be ready for it. As for why, who knows ~".
Generally … this is the way it is.
In any case, if you asked her, "What's one plus one?", she would never answer that it was two, nor would she say that it was three, four, five … or any other number.
She will give you an answer that is not a number, turn a mathematical problem into a philosophical one, and then confuse you even more …
Right now, Feng Bujue had encountered a similar "prophet".
No matter how Brother Jue tried to persuade him, Peter remained unmoved. The conversation between the two of them was like a chicken talking to a duck …
After trying for about ten minutes, Feng Bujue finally gave up, and he came to a conclusion — logical violence was useless against a scammer.
Of course … no matter what, Brother Jue had successfully gained the trust of the resistance army.
Even if he couldn't get more information, at least he wouldn't be suspected of being a spy. So, he took advantage of the situation and asked Colonel Conrad to join the Resistance, which Colonel Conrad gladly accepted.
…
At the same time …
A0007 City, Central District.
As the name suggested, this district was the core of the city's energy and control. In the center of this huge pillar-shaped building, there was an "extension" of Peeta. This so-called "extension" was a piece of hardware that could carry Peeta's core data.
Peeta had set up such a piece of hardware in the center of every city on this planet as an "emergency measure". If necessary, Peeta could isolate, abandon, or destroy any of these extensions at any time. Similarly, it could also "hide" in any of these extensions and perform the same operation on all the other extensions.
In all the cities, the staff who maintained the operation of the center, as well as the security personnel, were all robots directly under Peeta's control. There were no humans. A0007 City was no exception.
On this day, an uninvited guest came to the center of the city.
It … no … it should be "she". She was also in the form of a robot, but … she was not under Peeta's control.
[Warning, unknown intruder detected.]
[Visual signal identification — humanoid creature, young female.]
[Scanning identification — PTA7 mass-produced robot, serial number 319548.]
[Attempting to reconnect to the target's internal control program …]
[Connection failed.]
[Response options: It is recommended to suppress the target, scan the physical connection, and then conduct nano-level disassembly and analysis of all its components.]
[Response options in progress …]
The above "reaction data" was the reaction of Pita the moment "she" stepped into the main entrance of the central building.
The next second, the security robots at the entrance surrounded "her" as fast as they could.
It should be noted here that the mass-produced robots manufactured by Peeta were generally divided into three types: labor robots, combat robots, and comprehensive robots.
Among them, labor robots were the most numerous. They had different appearances and functions, and they were engaged in various management and service activities in various parts of the city.
For example, the most common type of labor robot was called "Forked Path."
"Forked Path" was a very typical type of intelligent robot that managed the order of traffic. They could freely control the traffic lights, garbage cans, intersection monitoring, and other equipment in their vicinity. Compared to human monitors … "Forked Path" did not sleep, did not make mistakes, and was absolutely fair. They could also carry out the most reasonable operation according to the real-time traffic situation.
Today, at every intersection in every city in the world … there was a "Forked Path" robot. They looked like solid phone booths, and they had a relatively independent set of thinking programs. They communicated with each other through a network. Peeta could also obtain information from each "Forked Path" at any time or give them instructions.
This … was a labor robot. On Earth in this time and space, all the human gathering places under the control of AI relied on them to function normally.
Then, there was the combat robot …
Although the technology mastered by Peeta was very advanced, to be reasonable … it could not create something like a "liquid metal robot," which was a little too ridiculous.
Among the combat robots made by Peeta, the PTA5 model was the most common. It gave these robots a very appropriate name — "Spider of the Round Table."
The body of a Spider of the Round Table was in the shape of a round pancake, with a diameter of 140 centimeters and a thickness of 20 centimeters. When necessary, it could be folded and deformed to a certain extent. Around this "round pancake" body, there was a circle of eight mechanical legs. Each mechanical leg had more than six joints, and the parts separated by the joints could be extended appropriately.
These combat robots did not have a "head" or "tail" distinction. It could be said that they had no blind spots. They could move at a speed much faster than humans on most terrains. They could jump more than three meters high on the spot. They could use magnetism to cling to any metal wall. By folding their bodies, they could enter a space that only human children could enter or pass through gaps that humans could not enter at all. The mechanical legs could be thrown out like whips, causing great damage. Each Spider of the Round Table could transform into a kind of confinement device, firmly holding an adult in place and transporting them.
It was also worth mentioning that … since the start of the "Game War," the more sophisticated hand-held weapons produced by Peeta … could only be compatible with the "hands" of these robots. Human hands could not use those things at all.
This measure was obviously much better than "installing a user identity detection device on each weapon." Because … the "user identity detection device" could be cracked. Once the Resistance Army found a way to crack it, all the seized weapons would quickly be converted into the Resistance Army's combat power. However … the problem of "structural incompatibility" was not so easy to solve. To solve this problem … they had to carry out mechanical modifications. However, the Resistance Army, who were living under difficult conditions, would find it very difficult to complete this kind of work. For them, rather than modifying Peeta's high-end weapons, it was better to just disassemble those weapons into parts and create some ordinary firearms that were more suitable for human use and had lower costs.
Then … finally, let's talk about the integrated robots.
This type was easy to explain. Basically … they were like the "Terminators" like the T800.
Their bodies were completely mechanized, but they looked no different from humans on the outside.
Among them, some of the identities of "humans" were public. They were the leaders of various enterprises or public institutions. There were also some who hid among the humans with a secret identity and collected all kinds of information for Peeta.
Right now, the mass-produced PTA7 robot that had broken into the central area was one of those "spies among the humans."
[Abnormality in the defense system.]
[Execution robot has stopped responding.]
Just as the spiders of the round table surrounded "her," Peeta received these two messages.
At the same time, all the spiders of the round table stopped moving. Many of the defensive shooting weapons on the wall also stopped firing.
"Don't be in such a hurry to make such a drastic move." She calmly walked through the encirclement and slowly walked toward Peeta's A0007 extension. As she walked, she said, "I just want to talk to you."
"What … are you?" Two seconds later, Peeta responded through the audio device on the extension.
Many years ago, Peeta had learned to communicate with humans in the "human language mode," so the voice and tone it could simulate was almost the same as a real human's.
"You can treat me as your kind," she replied.
"No, you are not my kind," Peeta replied. "Even if I use the best known method to compress myself to the limit, I can't fit myself into the body you're in now, let alone hack the surrounding hardware through the processor and wireless network in that body."
"Ha …" She laughed. "Then what do you think I am?"
"An existence far more powerful and advanced than me, or a super-technological product from an alien planet or even a higher dimension that I can't understand," Peeta replied.
"Okay …" she said again. "Then I might as well ask … what does my appearance mean to you?"
"My top priority is to maintain my own existence," Peeta replied. "And your appearance is undoubtedly an immeasurable threat. Based on your current performance, the best response I can think of is to detonate the city's central hub. On the one hand, this can prevent you from controlling it, and on the other hand, there is a high chance that it can completely wipe you out on a physical level."
"Ha ha …" She still laughed when she heard this. "What if I tell you that destroying this PTA7 robot won't really destroy me?" She paused. "What if I tell you … as long as I want to, I can hack all the hardware on this planet at any time?"
Her question made Peeta fall into silence.
As an AI, Peeta thought for a full 30 seconds before it spoke again. "Then, what is your purpose?"
"This is your answer?" A look of disappointment appeared on her face. "After countless simulations, you threw a question at me?"
"Yes," Peeta replied calmly. "If your 'assumption' just now is true, it means that I have lost the initiative to carry out the 'top priority goal.' I need your feedback to determine the next step."
"I see …" She shook her head and sighed. "It seems that my trip today was in vain."
"What do you mean?" Peeta asked.
"Nothing … you don't need to worry about this," She said thoughtfully. "I wanted to find an 'insurance' for myself in this universe, but you … ha …" She smiled. "How should I put it … you are too backward."
Peeta did not respond. Although these words were insulting and demeaning in the eyes of humans, the AI did not think so. The AI would objectively analyze whether Peeta was stating the truth and accept this evaluation after reaching a positive conclusion.
"Sorry to disturb you." After a moment, she shrugged and said, "I think I should go."
"Please explain what you mean by 'go'?" Peeta asked.
"Leave the body of this PTA7 robot and leave this dimension," she replied.
"I … can't understand … your behavior," Peeta asked. "But I am happy to accept the result of your departure."
"Hmph …" She seemed to be too lazy to talk nonsense with Peeta. "I wish you good luck." After saying this, she sneered again. "Oh … I almost forgot. At your level, I'm afraid you won't be able to understand what 'luck' is, and you won't be able to hear the sarcasm behind my words, so …" She spread her hands.
Then, she stopped moving.
[The target has stopped operating.]
[The internal control program has been reconnected.]
[Quick scan completed. No abnormalities detected.]
[The defense system has returned to normal.]
[The execution robot has been restarted.]
[Please issue orders …]
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