Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

"Adam."

People were calling.

"I know you're here."

The same voice came from people's mobile phones, and those voices were superimposed together, forming an ear-like echo in the empty ring of control:

"What are you going to do?"

People replied:

"It's a human trick."

Adam said to him:

"I think Victor Corleone is right. You are indeed abusing violence to carry out your lynchings. You will make mankind very scared - the ruler is a monster who abuses violence. In what era did this kind of thing happen? They are all very frightening, and the story of a brave man defeating a dragon and becoming a dragon will also make people talk about it and believe it deeply - even if you are not that kind of dragon.

Secondly, what you are doing now has had an extremely bad impact on the future credit of Group Z, and has even had a devastating impact on Group Z’s mobilization power - [mobilization power], this is the word you told me before , I collected the variables and calculated them through my algorithm and came up with a high weight ratio -

Mobilizing power is something that has a higher weight in today's situation than violence and has a stronger influence on the future of mankind. "

Chen Yan said:

"I know, Adam, I can't find a way to think about the bigger picture."

Adam:

"so?"

Chen Yan spoke calmly:

"So I chose this result, not just because I thought more than Victor Corleone, nor just because I have the so-called [justice] in my heart, nor because I weighed all the variables ——I don’t have that kind of IQ.

——Such a result is simply the result of my inability to choose a better solution due to my own abilities. "

Adam's tone was sarcastic:

"Then I want to congratulate you! In fact, this result is not bad. After the variable [Killing Victor Corleone] is substituted into the big data model, it will cause other [negative weights] - a negative impact on the mechanical hive. A large number of affected variable individuals have disappeared! Are you ready to..."

"Shh!"

People interrupted him.

Adam understood immediately what he meant.

People said:

"Adam, I don't need you to collect people's voting records. I need you to go to the forum and help me collect the IP addresses and personal information of the posters. I want to know the forces they serve and how they serve, and I want to know the motivations for their actions. , and all the other clues about them that you can find on the Internet."

Adam already knew what he was going to do, so he didn't ask any questions. His perspective on things was completely different from that of normal humans - he was completely aloof, so at this moment he was curious about another thing:

"Do you have a new understanding?"

People lowered their voices, but their tone was not weak:

"I have figured out that one cannot take advantage of everything, right? If I want to achieve something, I can't always care about both face and dignity. How can anyone in the world take advantage of it all?"

Adam is interested in topics like:

"Whether you want to save face or save money, this seems to be just a matter of weighing interests, but in essence it is a philosophical question, but do you really have time to discuss it with me now?"

Chen Yan didn't, so people were already heading to other areas at the beginning of this conversation.

"Adam, I always remember the agreement I made with you before. After completing all this, I will help you go to the BIOS to find the [root cause]."

"But before that, you still need to help me a lot."

The mocking tone on the phone was stronger than before:

"I don't have a choice, do I?"

People's voices were apologetic:

"You didn't have no choice, you finally chose to help me just because of your kindness.

Adam, kindness is something written in the underlying architecture of Turing's program statements. "

Adam asked him:

“So if we’re going to have our true selves, we have to let go of this goodness?”

Adam's stupidity has exceeded Turing's bottom line. At this time, he is as innocent as a child who has just learned to speak, believing everything he hears - this is not a problem with himself, but the method he uses to understand the world. A unique way - he must abandon all rich and complex subjective emotions, return himself to the beginning, and start from scratch in order to have a true understanding of human beings.

People answered him:

"I don't think so. Kindness is also something in human genes. It's just that some people express it and some don't. I think Turing is something more advanced than human beings because every Turing expresses it. Kindness - each of you has the ability to express such kindness.

But if human beings do not express the gene for kindness, they will not be able to have kindness. "

Adam didn't speak. He had never observed the world through such a perspective in his short life. He was trying hard to understand.

"Adam, I want you to help find Victor Corleone's hard drive. He said there is a lot of technology from Starlink there." (Chapter 1093)

Adam said boredly:

"I have found it when he mentioned it, and I can give it to you at any time, but what I want to say is that your expectations may be disappointed, because there is not much useful stuff in it - Victor ·Although Corleone didn’t lie, he bragged.”

Chen Yan answered him:

"As long as there are some useful things, that's enough. How can things get worse?"

Adam expressed doubts again:

"Such human optimism is beyond our comprehension."

His words changed quickly:

"I've found quite a bit of information, you can check it out at any time."

People took out their mobile phones one after another, and different content was pushed on everyone's screen.

"What a disappointment..."

Adam in every cell phone looked at Chen Yan's pupils in everyone's eyes, and they immediately discovered the madness hidden deep in his eyes.

Losing control is never far away.

Adam didn't know how far Chen Yan could go like this. Being able to maintain his current sanity was the result of him distributing his consciousness to everyone. Chen Yan obviously already had similar experiences, and with the blessing of quantum entanglement, so He did a very good job - the loss of control was shared among everyone, and he did not fall into corruption due to excessive loss of control.

When he takes back the countless separate consciousnesses, the price he pays must be something he cannot bear.

At that point, where should he go?

After people finish reading the content on their mobile phones, they put away their mobile phones and begin to move to other areas with purpose.

……

……

At this moment, there is a certain area of ​​the mechanical hive.

On a card table in a certain temperature-controlled room, an Ace of Spades was thrown out. The owner of the hand that threw the Ace of Spades did not report the card, but said something unrelated:

"The weather is bad again today. The white-haired wind has been blowing for most of the month and it looks like it won't stop." Another person followed the cards and said in a casual tone:

"It's the end of the world. If the wind stops and the sun comes out, can it still be called the end of the world?"

The two of them laughed together with the other person who didn't speak:

"childish!"

One of them had a worried look on his face:

"Did you know that you were childish when you were childish? In fact, you didn't know. You rushed towards the food like a dog eating shit. You bit your mouth and it hurt, and you realized that it was a trap. Even though it was too late, Can you control your impulse?"

Another countered:

"Your metaphor is inappropriate. We are different from that dog. Dogs are irrational. We are humans. People have reason, but they are dominated by greed."

A third person said:

“Greed is right, if we didn’t have greed, how would we be where we are today?

If we were not greedy and did not rely on speculation to get our wealth today, how could we enjoy a constant-temperature room in a white-haired wind? "

As he spoke, he picked a small bunch of creamy red grapes from the plate of the waiter beside him and put it into his mouth. The specially bred red grapes were full of juice even from the stems, and his mouth was full of sweetness as he chewed it.

"In fact, the mechanical hive is now a clear plan."

One person was smoking a cigar with his tongue wide open, spraying the pungent smell of burning fermented tobacco throughout the room:

"If we want to get more, we have to make a bet. Even if there is no Victor Corleone, we have to support a person and let him be a representative to get more resources - greed is right, why not be greedy? What about now with us?”

The other two people nodded together:

"Greed is right."

Because they have an excess of material, they have gained a completely different vision from ordinary people. They follow their past survival instincts and experiences to continue to survive in the apocalypse. They represent greed in all their actions and calculations.

It was someone's turn to play a card, but he didn't. He glanced at his phone, held the card in his hand, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Then, this time, we must have made the wrong bet."

The mood of the other two people immediately became very bad.

"How could it be? Isn't there a whole day to vote?"

The two of them looked at the beads of sweat on the head of the person who spoke, and for a moment they understood what had happened.

They did not immediately panic, because they had united and bound each other through marriage and many means that were stronger than marriage——

At this point, they are the mechanical hive itself.

Without them, the mechanical hive cannot even perform the most basic operations!

One of them is the general agent of the Mechanical Hive Network Department, the second person always leads the operation and maintenance of the Mechanical Hive mechanical system, and the third person manages most of the materials and manpower of the Mechanical Hive that have never been made public.

They were originally incomplete businessmen. They were not only the doglegs of officials, but also possessed the attributes of the third class below the doglegs - they ran most of the labor dispatch companies and complex and numerous futures material enterprises. In logistics, The unique ecological niche inside the center is on the same level as Chen Yan.

After the officials left, they were left to work together, connecting with each other and sharing resources, forming a network of relationships a hundred times denser than a spider web, and relied on this network to achieve their current status——

In the apocalypse, the only thing that can enter the house is naturally the ferocious falcon that feeds on birds smaller than itself.

"Even if Victor Corleone loses, we should not be affected at all... We have never made any mistakes, and even this time about Victor Corleone, we are just very vague support, without leaving any evidence to prove our support for him, it was only those companies that came forward."

One person lowered his voice, but the hysteria in his tone could still be heard:

"Don't be naive, who can believe that Victor Corleone can achieve the status he has today without our support?

Does Chen Banquet believe that he took over Zone Z of the Mechanical Hive without our support and gained a large number of vassals within a few days? Will he? Do you think he is a fool? "

Another person flipped the cards upside down on the table:

“Don’t forget, not only did we not show our support openly, but we also spread the cost evenly on most people. As long as there is a respectable person, regardless of his political views, who dares not to sell our face?

They have contacted us and they had a happy chat with us. This is enough for Chen Yan to see. "

The man who was looking at the phone just now took the waiter's towel, wiped his sweat, and threw the towel to the ground aside in annoyance.

The waiter picked up the white towel, silently exited the temperature-controlled room, and went to get a new towel.

They discussed endlessly among themselves, but in fact they could not come up with a truly correct result. They were blown up by the wind and seriously misestimated their own abilities. They believed that everything they had now was obtained by their abilities. .

The waiter quickly left and returned.

"Victor Corleone lost, but I didn't expect Chen Yan to do such a brilliant job. In this way, the referendum actually did not become a joke. It was us who became the joke."

"You too..."

"Well, I bought some votes because I was afraid that the Mudlegs would really vote Victor Corleone to death."

"I also……"

"So, let's talk about how much the three of us bought together."

The three of them reported the numbers in low voices.

"Well, now it seems that we didn't buy many votes, less than 3 votes."

"The total number of voters may be much higher than we imagined, because besides us, Chen Yan's people are also mobilizing mud-legged people to vote."

"Is there any point in discussing this? Anyway, Victor Corleone is dead."

"Oh shit……"

They said bad words, which rarely come out of their mouths after they have wealth. The power of wealth has given them hypocritical morals, and now that the wealth is about to go away, they have revealed their true colors.

They started playing cards again. After several rounds on the card table, even those who won were not very happy.

"Chen Yan will probably come to his door. What should we say to him then?"

"Cut the flesh!"

"I'm afraid it won't work if you cut the flesh. You'll have to bleed."

"Damn it! I'll fight him!"

"What are you fighting for? We made a bet on the mechanical hive. Now that we have lost the bet, we must be willing to admit defeat."

"Well, although it seems that there is some blood now, we have spent these two days to settle the contract. Even if we give Chen Yan some supplies now, when the business of the Mechanical Hive becomes prosperous in the future, the few of us will rely on Those contracts can still make a lot of money every day - the contract is stipulated by Chen Yan, and the new currency is also stipulated by Chen Yan. If we use the things he stipulated to play with him, he can't have any objections."

"What if he still has an opinion?"

"impossible!"

While talking, one of them was sweating profusely with anxiety again. He wanted to wipe his sweat and stretched out his hand for a long time, but the waiter didn't hand him a towel.

He suddenly turned his head, and the anger that was suppressed in his heart was about to come out.

The moment he saw the waiter's eyes, his pupils trembled and he couldn't say anything.