Cyber ​​Swordsman 2121

Chapter 212, Smart Mage

San Mao said, "Since the bull-nosed Taoist priest is so confident and wants to follow the vine and kill them all, then we will find him a big melon and see if he can chew it..."

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Flying from the central area to the outside of the city, you can clearly see the skyscrapers that were originally clean and bright, as if they were miraculous, gradually becoming low and dilapidated, desolate and dilapidated, and garbage piled up into mountains...

Looking back at the beautiful skyline behind me from a distance, it seems like two worlds are separated by a short distance.

After leaving the city, a dead wasteland engulfed itself completely. If the city behind him could still be seen, they would have thought they had passed through.

The environment outside the city is infinitely worse than that in the city, even in the worst suburbs. Radiation, environmental pollution, and huge temperature difference between day and night make it difficult for ordinary people to survive here.

No one lives there, which makes it more and more desolate. Such a vicious cycle has gradually become a no-man's land, and because of the fear of the unknown, it has become the birthplace of many urban horror legends.

For the residents in the city, watching some physically modified martial artist anchors live broadcast scavenging outside the city, or purely exploring, is a rare way to understand this no-man's land.

Zhang Baoren also watched that kind of video when he first tried to understand the world.

But it is far from being there, entering into this world that seems to be dead, giving people such a strong feeling.

All I could see was barrenness.

Even if occasionally in some corners, there are some so-called ironwood, dwarf shrubs or vines growing tenaciously, but the dark leaves with metallic luster can't bring any vitality.

Just looking at it from a distance makes people feel desperate.

Fortunately, the target location is not too far from the edge of the city. Not long after leaving the city, the boy and girl quickly landed with the two of them.

This is an abandoned factory building. All the valuables in the factory building, including iron things, have been removed, leaving only a dilapidated shell, and the weathered cement and red bricks are being floated by the breeze.

If it weren't for the faded and white plastic signboard at the door, and the stack of broken tires, no one would have guessed the original purpose of this place.

Zhang Baoren and Zhang Baoren landed at the door of the repair shop, looked inside, and then heard a strange sound of "clang, clang, clang" coming from the repair shop that didn't seem to exist.

If any anchor passes by, it is estimated that another urban horror legend will be born.

Of course, the two who know the truth will naturally not have any terrifying psychology.

"This is it? The auto repair shop in heaven and earth." Zhang Baoren turned around and asked.

"Ah."

Master San Mao nodded, and then led him and the two boys and girls through the gate of the factory that had already been demolished, entered it, and walked towards the direction where the strange voice came from.

But after a short time, the party came to the No. 3 workshop, which is the best preserved in the whole repair shop.

In the empty factory building where all the tools have been removed, on the concrete floor that has weathered and rotted into sand powder, dozens of people are sitting neatly in a row.

Everyone's appearance and dress are different, there are men and women, old and young, some are rich and gorgeous, and some are ordinary and poor.

The only thing that is the same is that everyone's head has been lifted, exposing the intestinal cortex to the air, and there are strands of hair inserted in the gaps in the gray matter of the brain that wriggles like a living thing. of wire pipe.

And the other end of the wire tube is connected to a somewhat old LCD screen held in his arms.

And the LCD screen displayed countless green "0" and "1" codes scrolling and flowing.

On the opposite side of everyone, all the screens, sat an old monk who was dressed in dusty, linen-like monk robes, a broken cap, and was as dirty as a beggar.

Squatting in his arms was an old bionic omnic cat that was about to fall apart, holding a wooden fish in one hand, and knocking with a wooden hammer in the other, "clang clang clang..."

Along with the rhythm of the knocking, the old monk was still chanting some kind of profound scriptures, "Nanwu Intelligent Internet Bodhisattva, with infinite cloud computing in his palm, six pure light broadband, one breath of [-] trillion, great compassion to save the world. "

"Guanzizai Bodhisattva, when performing deep audio and video encoding and decoding, he can see that the five aggregates are all code streams, and overcome all delays..."

The codes on those screens ebb and flow with a clear, zen-like voice.

A group of people came to the side carefully, Zhang Baoren asked in a low voice, "This is..."

3 Spears explained, "This is Smart Master, a well-known Buddhist monk who also has high insight in the field of artificial intelligence. You may not know him personally, but you must have heard of a pseudonym he once used—— —'ZZ'."

"'ZZ'... is the author who published many of the papers that have given a major boost to AI programming in the world today."

Because of being a monk, Zhang Baoren has a special understanding of the scientific research technology of the Internet, so the three-spear real person knows it as soon as he talks about it.

"Professor 'ZZ', many professionals in the industry speculate that it is the name of a certain laboratory team, but they did not expect it to be this master."

"But where is Master now?"

3 Maoren said: "Isn't this obvious? I teach Buddhist scriptures to these 'lost people', hoping to heal these poor people with the wisdom in them."

"The heartbroken..."

Zhang Baoren is no stranger to those who lose their hearts.

This is a kind of disease that is relatively common today. It is a kind of mental illness caused by the abuse of prosthetic bodies. The Federal Center for Mental Illness Medicine named this symptom 'Broken Heart'. People who suffer from this disease They are called 'losers'.

"I remember that the Commonwealth has mature treatment measures for this modern mental illness. Why don't these people receive treatment in specialized nursing homes or mental hospitals? Is it also because of... poverty."

Real Three Spears shook his head, "It has nothing to do with money. For the treatment of dementia, the Federation has a special fund that won't cost too much money."

"The real reason may be that these people are patients who cannot be treated by ordinary methods and have suffered severe mental changes. From the connection between consciousness and external connection devices, it can be seen that they are at least 'level three' diseases."

The Federal Center for Mental Illness Medicine divides dementia into five grades according to the degree of psychological changes.

The first-level disease is also called the initial disease. It manifests in the form of intermittent uncontrolled violence or self-mutilation tendencies, and generally occurs when it is just close to 70% of prosthesis or slightly beyond the limit.

The second-level disease is a mid-term disease. The specific manifestation is that the patient gradually loses the rationality of a normal person, instability begins to become normal, and emotions and morals become blurred and distorted. All morals in previous life cannot affect it.

When the disease develops to this point, generally more than 80% of the prosthesis will be transformed.

(End of this chapter)