It was extremely difficult for an experienced female hoodlum like Icetis to learn how to be quiet and not cause trouble for others, especially when the only person who could restrain her here, the Father God, had gone to the edge of the universe for a stroll. The female hoodlum was like a little monster that had hibernated in spring. While we were discussing serious matters here, she started to use parallelism to teach the Bubble how to be shameless …
The only way we could deal with this was to ignore her. Otherwise, the more people paid attention to this fellow, the more trouble she would cause.
"If these six mainframes can all evolve into mother machines …" Looking at the six mass-produced Bubbles sitting in a row on the sofa like dolls, my imagination was already running wild. From their blank little faces, I could faintly see a curious expression. Perhaps they were curious about the environment here. The place where the Emperor resided, to ordinary apostles, was another dimension of Domain X. A single trip here was enough for them to boast for two months. Not to mention, these Bubbles who had just gained sentience were mass-produced. Even though they lacked emotions, they similarly lacked the ability to hide their inner thoughts. Actually, if one were to observe them carefully, it would be easy to read their emotions. It was just that I didn't notice it just now. Of course, it was also possible that they were curious about the Emperor's family. These little fellows probably never knew how their Emperor and the matriarchs looked like in their daily lives. They only saw us sitting majestically on the military seats. Probably, even the lowest level soldiers of the Empire had never seen their Emperor squatting by the roadside and munching on a fruit pancake … "How awesome would that be?"
Bubble shook off Icetis's pestering and nodded at me in agreement. "Unfortunately, I don't think it's possible. The first reason is the limitation of their innate body functions. This is easy to solve, you just have to change to a new set of components. The biggest problem is the nature of their soul and life. Mass-Produced machines and mother machines are actually two different lifeforms. If I am equivalent to an entire database with hardware and software, then these mass-produced machines are at most equivalent to a USB drive that copied a directory from the database. You can expand the capacity of the USB drive to the same size as the database, but it still wouldn't have the ability to search. The structure doesn't support it, and a USB drive with a capacity of several hundred megabytes wouldn't be able to run any programs. Thus, my guess is that these mainframes will eventually evolve into a state between mother machines and mass-produced machines. They will have their own sentience and a certain degree of creativity. They will be able to optimize their own working programs, but they probably won't be able to create the next generation of mother machines. At most, they will be able to create the most ordinary mass-produced machines. Furthermore, their own functions should have an upper limit of optimization. I'm afraid that even the strongest can't compare to a mother machine. Due to innate limitations, no matter how big Schwarzenegger's fist is, he won't be able to beat Optimus Prime. Even if you filled a new electric scooter with helium-3, it still wouldn't be able to outrun an Audi. "
I couldn't help but look at Little Bubble who was comparing her height with XL34. "In other words, you can give birth to a mother machine like Little Bubble, but they can't. At most, they can only replicate a mass-produced mainframe with the same strength as before their evolution. They are considered as replicating, but you are considered as giving birth …"
Before I could finish, Bubble bashfully hit my stomach and blushed, "You're so annoying. Father of the child, we can talk about this topic at night …"
Icetis spat out a mouthful of iced red tea directly from her nose.
"F * ck … You two are really high. Chen, do you have any humanity left? Is she even taller than your belly button?!"
Bubble turned her head and said, "We still have a child who is going to buy soy sauce later. Little Bubble, go buy soy sauce!"
Hearing that, Little Bubble immediately disappeared before us and returned empty-handed. A few seconds later, Anveena floated out of the kitchen and told us that Little Bubble suddenly appeared in front of her and slapped all the soy sauce bottles in the house …
"Next time, you better tell her not to buy soy sauce, but to buy soy sauce," Icetis advised sincerely. Bubble: "…"
In the end, it was Sandora who had no choice but to pull us back from our strange digression. She slapped Bubble and pushed Icetis off the sofa, "Ah Jun, it's best for us to find the reason for this evolution. As for how far they can evolve, we can only follow up and observe. No matter what, this is a good thing. The main question is: Can this evolution be replicated?"
I scratched my chin and asked, "What do these six little fellows have in common?"
Bubble lined up a row of mass-produced machines and pointed at them one by one, saying, "Look, from left to right, where isn't there a common point? The amount of hair is the same. Oh right, you guys don't lose hair, right? "
"I analyzed the birth date of these mass-produced machines, their missions before they evolved, their positions, and their contact with the outside world before they evolved. I didn't find anything of value in the first few items. Their birth dates were irregular and they weren't in the same batch. Their missions were mostly the same. There were only a few daily missions for the mass-produced machines and they were no different from the other hosts. Their positions were the same as well. There was no value in using them as a reference. Only the last item, I found a piece of information that I'm not sure can be considered as a clue.
All the mass-produced machines that evolved, including the other mainframes other than these six, have been in contact with Little Bubble for a long time, and these six are the ones who have been in contact with her the most. Little Bubble likes to play with them the most. "
I was surprised. I hugged Little Bubble, who didn't even know how to speak, and rubbed her face against my face. The little brat was overjoyed as she patted the back of my head. Jingle squeezed out of the pocket in front of her chest in a panic. She curled her wings and said, "How many times a day? How many times a day? Can't you let Jingle sleep?!"
Why don't you take a look at where you are?!
"Are you saying that Little Bubble can facilitate the evolution of the mass-produced host? She's modifying her sisters? "I asked in surprise as I helped Jingle flatten her wings that had been curled up by Little Bubble.
"This is the part that doesn't make sense," Bubble scratched her hair and looked like she was going crazy. "How can I not know my daughter? She has never applied for such a data service. She usually plays with these copies, eats, and fools around. Just by being together and having fun, she can upgrade the mass-produced machine into half a mother machine? Do you think such a heaven-defying ability is scientific? "
The Schilling hosts were used to doing everything based on data. In their opinion, without detailed data as a basis, nothing was reliable, including their daughter's super evolution. Bubble was usually a dead otaku, but when it came to her job, she was not ambiguous at all. She would not accept the vague statement that Little Bubble 'might' have 'some way' to modify the mass-produced machine.
Sandora glanced at the two of us and then continued to fiddle with the MDT. After a while, she showed us a holographic image. "If the argument is not enough, then look at this."
In the holographic image, a gourd-shaped thing emitting white light was dancing in the air, singing the praises of youth.
"We have a prison host that has also become very strange inexplicably. It suddenly became interested in online novels, just like some mass-produced Bubble who suddenly fell in love with sweets. This host claimed to be the Prime God, and for a period of time, it even wanted to apply for this position. Now it claims to be the new generation of philosophy master, singing the praises of youth and good times. It has tried many times to hook up with Bibolu's sister, but the latter politely declined, saying that it was not mellow enough. If you have time, you can read the rhythmic poems and social research papers written by this boring guy. By the way, its improvements to the Empire's prison system should not be ignored. "
Was this weird prison mainframe's deceptive behavior about to overshadow its contributions?
"Little Bubble did not come into contact with this host, but a considerable part of the components used in the host's latest overall upgrade were made by Little Bubble." Sandora glanced at Little Bubble, who was biting the coffee table. "Well, practice. The things that this child makes seem to be much clumsier than the normal host. Now, she can only make some small-scale components."
"Don't tell me that the abnormal gourd became crazy after that upgrade." I was tongue-tied.
Sandora nodded. "That's true."
I picked Little Bubble up again and studied the strange little girl as if she was a baby. Every few minutes, the little girl would jump out of my arms and start biting the coffee table and sofa. She might be grinding her teeth. After she was picked up, she would look at her father curiously. Then, she would suddenly poke my nostril with her hand. She was overjoyed.
"Your daughter seems to be quite good at tricking her father." Bryndis looked at my twitching face and commented in a rather tasteless manner.
"Hey, child's father, I gave birth to a baby for you." Bubble summed up for a long time before she suddenly made an explosive statement. Then, she lowered her head and looked like she was thinking, "But how did this happen? And not every machine that came into contact with her would evolve. You also know that Little Bubble runs around all day long. There were hundreds of machines that came into contact with her, but in the end, only a few dozen of them evolved, and only six of them evolved significantly. Moreover, it seems that this has nothing to do with the time and frequency of contact. XL935 only came into contact with her twice and played with her for a total of two hours. But XL935 is one of the six super-evolved individuals. What's going on? "
"Evolution is not only dependent on the external environment, it is also related to one's own quality." Sandora thought for a while. "If someone is chasing you, of course you will run faster. But the prerequisite is that you have legs, right?"
All kinds of facts indicated that Little Bubble should have a talent that we had never realized before. She could influence other types of hosts and cause them to mutate with intelligence. Currently, this influence was reflected in the middle and low-level logic hosts. It seemed that she didn't have the ability to strengthen high-level hosts, such as the Eternal-class shipborne host. The conditions for her catalytic ability to take effect were still unknown. Every host that evolved had come into contact with her, but the hosts that came into contact with her might not necessarily evolve. So far, the results showed that she had catalyzed 14 mass-produced hosts (six of which were about to evolve), a prison host, and three building intelligent cores that were still uncertain whether they had evolved or not. Bubble decided to maintain a direct data connection with this strange daughter of hers for a period of time in the future to observe how she rewrote the target's thinking pattern.
However, as the core character of all this, Little Bubble herself was unaware of all this. She was inviting her six little sisters to share her toys. Jill was surrounded by Little Bubble's X7 and pinched here and there. Her face was filled with grief and indignation as she recalled her life as an emperor. Bubbles, on the other hand, was examining the dozen or so mass-produced mainframes in the living room reluctantly. There was a high possibility that they were also individuals that had evolved, but their extraordinary performance was basically a flash of inspiration. Bubbles called them home to train for an hour, but she was still at the stage of playing the lute to a cow. It seemed that she still had to play for a while.
Sandora crossed her hands under her chin and looked at us across the coffee table. "Sometimes, the mutation of intelligence doesn't manifest on the physical level. 'Spiritual form' is a magical thing that can take on countless forms based on the same physical structure. We can't limit our thinking because of the limitations of the mass-produced hosts. Actually, I have a guess. Little Bubble may not be any of the known broodmother machines. Maybe … she was mutated when she was born. But just like those mass-produced machines that evolved, her mutation has nothing to do with the body structure, but the form of her soul. "
"I feel that you are being very cautious." I maintained the same posture as Sandora. The two of us looked at each other solemnly. "You said that Little Bubble is a … new model?"
I awkwardly used the word 'new model'. For Schilling hosts, this was a very common adjective. However, after using it on my own daughter, I really wasn't used to it.
"Ah Jun, have you forgotten? You are a Void Creature. The chances of abnormal situations happening around you are very high. Because of you, Shallow Shallow and the others became super creatures. Gaia was awakened by your dreams. Abyssal creatures only needed to be affected by your aura to gradually regain their sanity. I just don't think it makes sense that Little Bubble, who was born in such an environment, would be a normal child …"
Xiaoxue popped out of nowhere and looked at the two of us. "Hey, Dad, Sandora, Mom, why are you guys so serious? Wow, so many broodmothers! Auntie Bubble, are you preparing to enter the World Cup? "
"This is called Broodmother! Let the child's father control your daughter! "
Sandora had a heavy expression. "You see, I really don't think it's possible for you to give birth to a normal child …"
I was speechless. Abyssal creatures really do have the aura of a naughty child.
"Little Bubble is still unable to accurately describe her own thoughts. She doesn't have complete logic and her cognitive development is slow. Normally, a Schilling host — I'm referring to Bubble's model — would have the ability to build large-scale facilities after two years of development and learning. In terms of basic work skills, they wouldn't be inferior to any mass-produced machines. However, Little Bubble can't do that. She is still learning how to assemble autonomous robots. Moreover, Little Bubble doesn't know how to connect to the secondary host network. This network is used to coordinate the work of the clone and the host. If you look at it from the standard of a Schilling host, these are all flaws. Bubble has already made countless adjustments for Little Bubble, but she hasn't been able to fix these flaws. Actually, Little Bubble looks like a malfunctioning unit most of the time. Bubble has always been very worried about that. "
I furrowed my brows. "But she can make other hosts evolve. She also has the ability to hide and move around. Up until now, no one has been able to keep an eye on this little girl. These aren't her flaws."
Sandora sighed softly. "So, I think we should give Little Bubble a separate model. She isn't a host, but a more valuable … incubator?"
I was speechless. "… Do you dare to use another term?"
"Cough, cough. That is an incubator." Sandora coughed awkwardly. "Anyway, let's not discuss the details. If Little Bubble is a host, then her functions are definitely flawed. However, we might have made a mistake from the start. We shouldn't have asked her to be a host. Her role should be to act as a coordinating and catalyzing unit in the mass production machines. Right now, we can't be sure if she has the ability to self-differentiate like a host, but there's no doubt about it. This way, we will have a super powerful host unit. Right now, we are still lacking in all kinds of data. We don't know how long Little Bubble's actual growth cycle will take. From the looks of it, this new unit's growth rate is too slow. The efficiency of the larval form is very low. In two years, only a few dozen hosts have been catalyzed. This might be because we haven't found the right way to use her ability. I suggest that we let her come into contact with the various host machines in the City of Shadows. Regardless of whether it's the mass production Schilling host machine, the building's AI core, or the spaceship host machine, we can try them all. This child is at a crucial stage in her development. We should be thankful that we discovered this talent early, so we still have time to fully develop her power. "
To me, it didn't matter what kind of mutated unit Little Bubble was, what kind of magical power she had, or what kind of strategic value she had. As long as this child could live happily and grow up healthily, it would be enough. However, if she really had a special power and she wished to use it, then I naturally wouldn't refuse to create a customized training program for her. As for whether Little Bubble wished to use this power …
I turned my head to take a look. Little Bubble was playing with a large group of mass production machines. They were all in a mess, and then Xiaoxue would separate them one by one. She seemed to be enjoying herself.
If using power meant playing, then the child would definitely agree.
After we came to an agreement, Sandora sighed as she looked at Bubble, who was sitting not far away and watching her daughters play with a gratified expression. Sandora said softly, "Bubble has always been worried, but she hasn't told you about it. She has always felt that Little Bubble might be a child with a disability. She has been suppressing this matter for a long time. Today should be her happiest day. A disabled child has suddenly become a treasure. There is nothing that can make a mother happier than this. "
I couldn't help but shiver. Alright, a mother who is 1.1 meters tall. How can I endure this?
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