Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 49 The Legend of Fear, Mr. Delusion
Although he really wanted to make a secret deal with Mr. Reporter, Lyle realized that he was not such a deep person. His thoughts were simple and transparent, and it seemed that there were not many secrets worth hiding.

The identity of the traveler is one, but Lyle will not be stupid enough to trade this.

After chatting with Mr. Reporter for a while, Lyle turned his attention to another person.

Mr Willem White Jean.

His name sounds like some kind of twentieth-century sparkling wine, which is, of course, just a little joke.

He was also mentioned in the communication with Mr. Gentleman. He seems to be a writer who is pursuing inspiration. I wonder if his sci-fi mechanical dress is part of his pursuit of inspiration.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Willim."

The cube head was tilted at a subtle angle on the neck, as if it thought it was necessary to start a dialogue. Small particles protruded from the smooth plane, like an open box, and a small virtual screen was exposed on the front.

If I read it correctly, behind the light screen, there seems to be a model of a human brain with several electric beam tubes plugged in. Electric sparks flicker under the cortex, making him look out of tune with this era.

A pair of handsome men's eyes were projected on the virtual light screen, those eyes with a deep and mysterious style, which happened to be Lyle's favorite charm.

"Well, your style is really different."

"Thank you, every friend who sees me for the first time will say that, your beak mask is also very... distinctive."

Mr. Willem complimented Lyle's appearance far-fetched, and the apparent awkwardness made Lyle realize that the gentleman might not be social.

"Mr. Epidemic Doctor, what did you call me just now?"

"Mr Willem, is there a problem?"

"No, it's just that people usually call me Mr. Delusion or Mr. White Jean, Willem, and my name is rarely mentioned."

"That's probably my personal reason, because the name was used by a thing I was familiar with before." Of course, I won't name the sparkling wine in the twentieth century, so as not to surprise you.

The eyes on the virtual light screen changed to squinting contemplation.

"Let me guess, are you familiar with the director Willem Daifuku of the 21st century?"

"?"

Lyle shivered, resting his hand on the table and massaging his temple with the other to make sure he wasn't delusional from being overworked.

"Mr. Willem, could you please repeat it again?" It was the Middle Ages, not even the fifteenth century.

"I said, in the 21st century, Mr. Epidemic Doctor, that is the distant future, and I am a time traveler."

Lyle fell to the ground as if someone had hit him with a home run in the back, and he hooked his hands to the edge of the table, struggled to get up from the ground, and finally sat down on the table without grace because he felt Soft thighs can no longer support the body.

"what are you?"

"I am a traveler, someone who came back from the future, I am from the future." Mr. Willim's expression did not change, and the charming eyes on the virtual light screen still blinked.

Another traveler?
"You mean, you're from the future in the 21st century?"

"Do not……"

Lyle took a breath.

"I'm from the 22nd century."

Lyle hunched over, coughing because of the poor breath.

"Is this a joke?"

"No, can't you see it? My body, I am a mechanized person from the future."

"With all due respect, I have a hard time believing." It's hard to believe that I'm not the only transmigrator.

"It's okay, I can tell you a story."

.........

The story takes place in 2112.

City of Tears.

A city named for its perennial acid rain.

The city is controlled by several huge high-tech consortiums. High-tech and the gap between the rich and the poor beyond the past make it a heaven and a hell at the same time.

In the last century, artificial intelligence has appeared, and this century, the Bill of Rights of artificial intelligence has just been implemented.

However, having a citizenship won't help you escape poverty. This law applies to both humans and artificial intelligence.

Poverty and desire have created grey areas, and those at the top turn a blind eye.

Alcohol and narcotics became the sleeping pills for the bottom of despair.

However, all of this has nothing to do with Willem Wairang.

He was born into a middle-class family, received a good education, has a high-paying job, and he is a cosmetic doctor.

A cosmetic doctor for both humans and Andy.

Andy is the name of a company, an artificial intelligence company, and 80.00% of the existing artificial intelligence is produced by them. Over time, these artificial intelligences are collectively called Andy.

The plastic surgeon is a sacred profession in this day and age, because he can not only create beauty, but also prevent death, the mechanization of the human body has become the norm, and countless wealthy ladies are happy to queue for hours for their halo-tungsten-coated buttocks , and pay a lot of money.

Willem is a leader in the industry. He has an aesthetic beyond the world. Every creature transformed by him will be praised as a masterpiece.

He became the lady's guest. He had seen many people, wealthy women with aggressive eyes, young ladies who yearned for beauty, and thin girls who were desperate.

People pushed him to the altar, Willim felt like he had lost something, and he looked at his perfectly remodeled titanium steel hands, and the excitement disappeared when the perfect masterpiece appeared.

Willem felt that he was an artist who should pursue a higher level.

He was also tired of just remodeling a certain part according to other people's requirements, even if he remodeled the most beautiful part and spliced ​​it on someone else's body, it was like installing the latest engine on a pig.

Willem Huayang wants to create the most perfect body in the world by himself, with the eyes that seek beauty and the hands that sculpt beauty.

Soon, a group appeared in front of him, a group he had never been in contact with.

Candy, a model of artificial intelligence, was designed to please humans. No candy has been transformed by Willim because they are beautiful. After the enactment of the Bill of Rights, these social machines Gained freedom, gained the freedom of loneliness without support, a few became idols through their appearance, and the vast majority were at a loss, and were brought to work that they were familiar with by themselves or others.

Alcohol, narcotics, and sweets have become solace for the despairing at the bottom.

Yet Willem was disgusted with the candies, and he pounded the table irritably and roared like a beast, believing it was a blasphemy to beauty.

One day, he saw a candy, her lips were very beautiful, as alluring as just ripe cherries.

She had just sent off a client, and Willem walked over, as if performing a skilful operation, his fingers reaching out with the usual surgical tools, perfectly peeling off her sexy lips.

Frightened screams echoed through the City of Tears.

Willem got what he wanted, and the next day he was charged with harming the AI.

When he thought he was responsible for the justice of the law, he was acquitted, a former client's husband bailed him, in his opinion, the favor of a superb plastic surgeon is worth more than the fear suffered by a tin toy much more.

When good or bad can be measured by money, what is the value of morality.

It is said that the candy was disposed of in the end because she had no wealth to repair the trauma of the body which prevented her from earning wealth, before the body was damaged, she chose to upload her data and expected that her data would be adopted in a new body.

Artificial intelligence has been given human rights and has become the bottom of the people.

Willem didn't stop his "art".

He took off the best parts and let the rest rust in fear, and he's been brought to court more than once, but the capitalists obviously don't like these disobedient toys either.

Repeated acquittals have allowed Willim to accumulate enough legal knowledge that he can even defend himself.

Andy won't die, and their fears won't be forgotten.

Someday, a newly manufactured candy will even cry and tremble when he hears the words of Willim.

Willem became the fear of Andy, who was not afraid of death, and he became the horror legend of Tears.

Those humans found a better way to control Andy, and Willem even received a commendation from the Guard.

But Willem didn't care.

He has collected thirteen thousand and twenty-one parts, and he has integrated these into a perfect.

It was a very beautiful candy, and Willem thought he had carved an angel, and he named her Dorace.

When Dorothy opened her eyes, she cried, "William, murderer, monster..." All sorts of dirty words popped out of Dorothy's mouth.

Doracey not only embodies the beauty of those candies, but also the resentment and fear that those candies have for herself.

And after she stretched out her hand, Doracey was trembling there.

"Work mode, execute."

The work mode is a privatized program of artificial intelligence, which forces the artificial intelligence to execute the set program, which can be understood as a mandatory command of human beings.

Doracey hugged him like he thought, and said her love, with a smile on her lips, Willem looked into her eyes, he knew that in those sky blue pupils, there was a man who was scolding him. soul.

Willem smiled, a frantic smile.

Dorothy's performance has already demonstrated the transmissibility of emotion.

After Dorothy showed up, Willem felt something changed, both physically and psychologically.

It was as if he was in a carriage heading to hell, and he was still laughing and waving his whip on it.

Willem felt he could do something.

The person who came to his clinic today was a potbellied gentleman.

He is a judge, he tried 930 six bills against artificial intelligence, and 930 six times criticized the loss of artificial intelligence, and Willem, relying on his excellent legal knowledge, knew that his trial was unreasonable, whimsical.

He is broken.

Willim cut off his right hand, which had signed the verdict, and threw the severed limb into the incinerator.

"Your mistake has been removed."

Willem didn't win the lawsuit that followed.

He has more than 1 victories against artificial intelligence, even if he dismantles them to pieces and is riddled with holes.

But the first time for humans, it failed.

The candy testimony was finally retrieved and all Willem's case was re-trial.

Those jokes that once were, now look outrageous.

The fear passed in Andy's heart for three years.

Through the powerful Internet media, the fear brought about by Willem was transmitted among human beings, and it only took 22 hours and [-] minutes.

They finally learned to plug themselves into artificial intelligence.

Willem became the most terrifying monster in the history of the 22nd century.

His fate is also the most cruel.

In front of the world's live broadcast, he was subjected to an operation, as he often does.

Willim was transformed into an Anka, which is a product of punishment, that is, the criminal's body is transformed into a machine to work, and the mind is imprisoned in this mechanical cage, which can only be viewed from the perspective of a bystander. To feel everything, forever.

Willem was assigned to a construction site surrounded by Anka like him.

My body is repeating mechanical work, and I can't move a finger, I can't do anything.

Just when he was about to be driven mad.

Here comes Dorothy.

She found herself, her eyes burning with anger, it seemed she had learned some new human vocabulary.

Willem was happy, even insulting himself was infinitely better than silence.

After that, Dorothy came to see him often, at first to vent, then to cry.

Nothing has changed, in the right direction.

Her body belonged to the victim, so the court decided to tear her apart, and she ran away, without official status, in a gray area, living off her instinctual work etched in the code.

From time to time, she complains about the rudeness of her guests, as well as some good and bad experiences she has experienced, usually only bad things, even relying on her beautiful appearance, she can only live hard.

She has no friends, and being Willem's creature makes her ostracized by Andy around her.That's why she'd come looking for Willim, she had only one person to talk to, even if he was her own father, master, murderer, criminal.

Willem and Dorothy became each other's spiritual pillars.

The people in the City of Tears are very smart. The high-level people have created a new Andy according to Willim's body structure. They have no thoughts and are just tools to maintain the social order, the social order they have drawn up.

It's like going back in time for more than 100 years, and human beings seem to want to return to the era of artificial intelligence as a tool.

Willim still works as an Anka.

He was looking forward to Doracey's arrival, as usual.

Here comes Dorace, her smooth, radiation-resistant skin has been removed and replaced with iron, her eyeballs have been removed and replaced with lights, her hair, her limbs, all the beauty that Willim has given her all disappeared.

In its place was a rough mechanical appearance that was ordinary and even disgraced the candy's reputation.

Presumably she lost her only job.

There was no anger in Willem, his senses of beauty were now numb, only the peace of seeing Dorothy come back.

When Willim is on standby.

Doracey leaned over.

"I thought I'd try to get used to it, Willem, after all, what I've been through is bad enough, but I found myself so naive, I thought I'd be numb to go through my life of ignorance, with the End everything for Dorothy, but I was wrong, the world doesn't even allow me to live numbly."

"Humanity made [-] Willim Executors, and they're destroying any Andy that's not in working mode, like you did to me, but never put your arms around you and say a few words and dance , so simple."

"I regret it, can we go back to the past? Only I was imprisoned, and the other Andys still existed. I want to let you out. After all, there are already 1 Willems walking in the world. It wouldn't be any worse if you had one more of you, would it?"

Dorothy took out a small interface, which was an unlocking program that could release Andy's work program and Anka's lifetime service. It was quite expensive.

Dorothy was shredded by a so-called Willim Enforcer because she broke the law of attempted theft of public property, Anka, all public property, because she was doing all she could to unlock Willim's program without dodging.

The first thing Willem Huajang did when he regained his freedom was to stuff his mechanized brain into the Executor's cube box.

As Willim's consciousness entered the network of executors, all executors stopped their movements.

1 executors have their own souls.

"I am the best doctor, I will cut out your mistakes, and this era will be purified."

(End of this chapter)