Cyber ​​Heroes

Chapter 204

Amilcare Zhao's assistant, Lord Balbo, is undergoing daily routine training.

In his field of vision, there are three virtual characters.It's all Hiroshi Matsushima.

Unlike some gangsters who "just put on an appearance", Mr. Balbo can call data and even call external computing resources to make the simulation close to reality.

These data include the prosthetic parameters registered by Hiroshi Matsushima at the Paralympic Games decades ago, as well as the data during the competition.

Even when Hiro Matsushima worked for them and they reciprocated to install security measures for Hiro Matsushima, some technicians would directly call out Hiro Matsushima's experience convolution.

Anyway, he was just a civilian warrior.

The virtual human produced in this way is not much different from the athlete Hiroshi Matsushima decades ago, except for a little less flexibility in "decision-making".

Master Balbo quickly waved his fists in the air, and 10 minutes later, he knocked down two "virtual Hiroshi Matsushima" to the ground.

This kind of training, he often does.

Although "simulation" is one level worse than real people, it is cheaper and can be done anytime, anywhere.You can even choose all recorded warriors throughout the ages.

The martial arts of the official warriors are definitely not weak.

At this time, the "virtual image" suddenly disappeared.Reality appeared in front of him in an instant.

An officer stood in front of him, his prosthetic eyes focused on his fist, looking quite nervous.

Master Balbo was a little impatient: "What's wrong? I remember..." He compared the data in his brain: "The monitoring class?"

Broadcasting has the problem of being "difficult to regulate".The technical content of this thing is really too low, anyone who has mastered the method can find some waste products in any wilderness settlement, and he can make a working broadcasting equipment by himself.The large-scale arrangement of electromagnetic wave interference may affect your normal work.

Therefore, the asylum seekers have always adopted a lenient attitude towards those ordinary broadcasters.

They really want to take care of them, but they don't have the energy to take care of them one by one.

But you can't really ignore it at all.

The purpose of the existence of the human gene pool is to continue the species of "human".The survival of the human population is the only obligation recognized by the Dyson principle.

To be an enemy of the power of the human gene pool is to hinder the great cause of human continuation.

Every chivalrous man is unquestionably an anti-humanist.

And every broadcaster is a potential anti-humanist.

Their existence will threaten the safety of human life.Therefore, under the logic of the extension of Dyson's principle, the patrons have the right to wipe them out.

Therefore, every lord's subordinates will have a small team dedicated to monitoring.

The number of broadcasters in a region is always limited.Logically speaking, one person should be able to monitor several channels.

The reason why it is called "Squad" is because the degree of prosthetic body of these listeners is not too high.This is to prevent someone's broadcast signal from being transformed into some kind of poison after being transformed by a special transcoder-after all, everyone in the world knows that today's computer technology standards are formulated by those people including "that person" of.

The new generation of internal strength masters also use the teaching materials written by "that person".

And the appearance of knights among "those people" means that there is no absolutely safe input port at all.

Any input port can be a source of intrusion.

And the prosthesis is low, and there is another advantage.Even if the guys in charge of monitoring were infected by the fallacies and heresies on the broadcast, it was impossible to cause huge damage.

The human body is simply too weak.

It's just...

For most officers of the armed forces of the gene bank, being in charge of the monitoring squad often means "sitting on the bench".

Master Balbo hardly remembered the poor fellow.

The clerk said in a low voice, "Sir, we've got a restless guy on the wire. He's broadcasting the movement of our troops."

"Ah?" Master Balbo was a little puzzled: "What kind of idiot is this? No... no. How come even this idiot dares to come out and mock us now?"

A text report appeared in his eyes.According to the report, he found the broadcast channel.

Monsieur Balbo went to the window.

He did hear what was described in the report.The host of this broadcast is broadcasting the number of their Pine Eagle City army, branch locations, density, number and location of vehicles, aircraft models, and even the density of drones visible to the naked eye.

These are all things that can be estimated quickly by eyeball with visual plugins.The visual plug-in will neatly divide the observed scene area into countless squares of equal size, then randomly sample, calculate the average number of people in some of the squares, and then obtain a group as close to the real world as possible based on a series of complex statistical algorithms numbers.

This is not useless information.

No matter how organized the asylum is, it cannot break through the physical limitations.If scattered troops want to gather, they also need to move.And the prosthetic body of each soldier is also a standardized thing, and the speed can also be measured.

However, limited by distance, weather, terrain, and the state of the soldier's prosthetic body, the tactics that can be chosen in the wilderness are not unlimited.

This level of intelligence can at least tell the listener what the Pine Eagle City army might do in the next twelve hours and what kind of formation they might put up in the wilderness.

"I really can't bear it." Master Balbo tapped the back of his head: "The death of Your Excellency Bengel really made some harmful fungi ready to move."

In the effort of this sentence, he has already retrieved the distribution of all the troops in the entire city, and then compared it with the part described in the broadcast.

Since the earth is a curved surface, no matter how high a person stands, he will always see the "horizon".The distant scenery will be blocked by the earth - and this distance is often only a few kilometers to a dozen kilometers.

Not to mention, there are huge buildings in this city.

Master Balbo quickly relied on the algorithm to deduce the possible position of the observer.

Then there is the retrieval of satellite imagery.

"Hey, really." He shook his head: "Industrial-grade prosthetic body? A good worker is not a good worker, but he came to be an anti-human being..."

The affairs officer whispered: "We hope to report again..."

"No need. This guy's behavior is to assist the knight, which obviously endangers the lives of others and violates Dyson's principle."

Not everyone on the asylum camp can arbitrarily sentence someone to lose asylum.Many actions that are too obvious - such as murder and theft, can be directly and automatically judged by the system.

But the behavior of "broadcasting" is only "online", and can only be decided by cadres who have at least the official identity of the human gene bank.

"People who owe their allegiance to the cadre himself" can also be counted.

In the system of the Dyson principle, all the behaviors of those who are loyal to someone are the responsibility of the loyal object-in simple terms, if someone who is loyal to the lord violates the Dyson principle, then this is the same as if the lord himself violates the Dyson principle. Dyson's principle.

Of course, of course, this is just a metaphor.

Such a thing has never happened.

After getting the approval of the lord's assistant officer, the affairs officer nodded and said, "There is an anti-aircraft artillery camp two kilometers away from the broadcaster. There is a team of warriors resting inside..."

"No no no, how can this be? One more minute of this broadcast, we will suffer one more minute of humiliation." There was a trace of sullenness in the voice of Master Balbo: "Isn't he longing for a shining chivalry? Give him a reward." Launch medium and short-range tactical missiles and let him be the most shining person tonight."

The clerk felt that it was too extravagant to waste, but he didn't say anything.

Balbo, on the other hand, watched the industrial machinery through the satellite's optical monitoring.

Probably because the movement of the tactical missile ignition is relatively large.The broadcaster seems to have discovered something.He turned around, took his ridiculously short strides, and accelerated to a run.

That was an industrial prosthesis that didn't think much about moving.

"Ah, dear listeners, due to some reasons, I have to terminate this broadcast. Finally, I want to sing a song for all the friends who are paying attention to 'Chivalry' at this moment. A Las Barricadas (to the barricades), thank you all the time."

Looking at the industrial prosthetic body that stumbled like some kind of arthropod, Balbo only thought it was funny.

Medium- and short-range tactical missiles do not strike directly, but are lifted into the air first, and then the trajectory is corrected according to the target preset by the system.This process does take a little time.

But the moving speed of the industrial prosthesis can only prolong this time by half a second at most.

Spend the rest of the time watching the farce this guy puts on.

"Negras tormentas agitan los aires [Black storm roils in the air] nubes oscuras nos impiden ver [Dark clouds obscure the view] Aunque nos espere el dolor y la muerte [Even though pain and death await] contra el enemigo nos llama el deber. 【Duty calls us to fight the enemy】El bien más preciado es la libertad【The most precious thing is freedom】hay que defenderla con fe y valor.【With faith and courage we will defend it】…”

Until the field of view is filled with light.

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In fact, when the strange broadcaster was broadcasting the movement of Songying City's army, Xiang Shan stood up.

He looked at the single kill king.The solo king shook his head slowly.

Xiang Shan said angrily, "Can't keep up?"

"It's impossible to catch up. And even if you catch up, it's just sending yourself to the enemy's fire coverage area."

Xiang Shan listened to this ancient song without saying a word.

"... A las Barricadas! A las Barricadas! [To the barricades! To the barricades!] por el triunfo de la Confederación. [For the victory of the union!] ..."

The song ended abruptly.

And the last words of the old crab crashed into the ionosphere, fell into the earth, and fell into the antennas of an unknown number of people.

"It's worth it to exchange a piece of scrap metal for a tactical missile!"

　Vote

　　

　

(End of this chapter)