Cyber ​​Swordsman 2121

Chapter 739, Master

Just one or two...and slowly making Area 51 a special place out of this world.

The seemingly free network is essentially a local area network separated from the rest of the world.

And this also makes the relevant data generated by this are only local.

The federal government once wanted to intervene in this terrible situation, but after some sorting out, the problem was found to be more serious than imagined.

Countless sins colluded with each other, and there was no way to clean them up thoroughly.

There is no way, in the end, it is just some superficial processing and restrictions.

With the help of heaven, I interviewed many large companies, divided the operation and research departments of those companies here from the data reading and storage departments, integrated all the data related to Daluotian in the entire region, and established a data center.

All data does not go through the hands of the company, and you need to apply from the data center if you want to access it.

In this way, unnecessary repeated experiments can be reduced, and at the same time, all actions of all companies can be recorded and viewed.

In this way, limited discipline is made.

Some people say that this is a catharsis specially left by the company, others say that this is a compromise to prevent being liquidated, and some say that for the sake of data sharing, those big companies let the several projects they secretly carried out better. run what.

But in any case, the "Johns Hopkins Data Storage Research Center" was established.

This data center has always been controlled by the federal government, which relies on Tiandao (super artificial intelligence).

At the same time, it operates under the joint supervision of all forces formed by the special ecology of Area 51.

But not long ago, because of Zhang Baoren, the real achievement of the Dao of Heaven, the Dao of Heaven (super artificial intelligence) disappeared, and the originally stable situation dominated by him would inevitably be destroyed.

The new order is not so easy to build.

Such a big piece of fat, without the existence of Tian Dao that can overwhelm everything, who wouldn't want to take a bite?At the same time, no one wants to be robbed by others?

So even if it should have been a while since then, the ownership will not be completed so quickly, and it will not be truly stable.

At the same time, it also represents an opportunity.

As one of the largest data centers in the world, although it is not as comprehensive and in-depth in some fields as the internal databases of various forces, it is all-encompassing and has all relevant data.

It has a huge amount of outrageous things that should not exist in the normal world.

It can be said to be the best place to raise swords.

On the other hand, the "Johns Hopkins Data Storage Research Center" was originally one of the largest spiritual mines in the world.

If there is no special rare aura here, then other places are also enough.

It can be said to be the place that meets the requirements most.

The more he thought about it, the more Zhang Baoren felt that this was the key to the success of this sword casting.

So I started thinking about it...

Wait until you vaguely have an idea.

It is out of this data space.

This time, there was no previous restriction anymore, and he easily came to the outside world.

Then Zhang Baoren connected the corresponding real address here through the thought that was just interrupted, and determined the current location.

Finally found himself in an old familiar place, old medic Watson in District 3.

Shaking his head, he thought to himself, what a joke!

Through the camera, he took a look at the old military doctor who was lying on a recliner in the hospital with a wretched smile.

Because he was in trouble at the moment, he didn't bother to catch up with this old acquaintance, but just greeted him secretly.

Connect the bad video screen connected to his prosthetic eye with the live broadcast channel of the landlord who does not know how many thousands of miles away.

And considerately added a layer of holes to the real, through all filters to the fundamental software, and the limitation that it cannot be deleted temporarily.

When old Watson suddenly sat up in surprise and let out a strange cry like sobbing, he waved his hand and said, "You're welcome."

Then he left quietly.

Then Zhang Baoren didn't go straight to Area 51 to make plans, but planned to find a monk nearby to ask Zen.

It takes time to practice and raise a sword, but he only has more than 20 days at most now, which is obviously not enough.

Therefore, the method that was considered at the beginning, such as transforming practice and strengthening oneself, which can delay time, needs to be picked up first.

Use this to delay time first.

At the same time, wanting to plan the "Johns Hopkins Data Storage Research Center", a monk in the realm of a small archmage is obviously delusional...

So the main idea of ​​the current action is back to Zen.

I had no idea about this before, but after seeing the old military doctor just now, I suddenly remembered that there was a Buddhist monk Zhizhi mage near Brahma City.

As a Buddhist monk, he may have related news.

Searching for ideas, deducing secrets, and capturing the hidden causal data.

It didn't take much effort, and the track of this man was quickly located in the bar of the "Golden Dashi Old Master" in the main city. This may also be because he did not hide on purpose...

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The laser beams are mixed with the ever-changing moving head lights, perfectly matched with the intense and rhythmic music, reflecting on the enchanting, powerful, and unscrupulously dancing humans and robots.

The pungent alcohol, poor-quality perfume, smoky, scattered pupils, wanton smiles, big mouthfuls of breath, sweat, touching the tentative body...

And that crazy and eerie scream.

Sitting in the place of the DJ who controlled the rhythm of the whole scene was an old monk dressed in a dusty, linen-like monk's robe, with a broken hat on his head, and his body was as dirty as a beggar's beggar.

In his arms squatted an old bionic omnic cat that was about to fall apart.

While holding the electronic wooden fish in his hand, he struck the wooden fish with an exciting but inexplicable tone, as if it was the traditional music of District 3.

Duh, dah, dah...

Duh, dah, dah...

With compassion in his mouth, he sang the Great Compassion Mantra in his upright electronic voice, accompaniment to many dancers who were venting their emotions on the dance floor.

meow~
Suddenly, the omnic cat that was about to fall apart in his arms exploded all over, making a sharp cry.

In an instant, the old monk also stopped in the midst of letting himself go, put his hands together, his expression became solemn, and he looked out the door, as if he was looking at a certain existence through all obstacles.

At the same time, the lights on the dance floor froze as the music stopped, and the dancers who were showing their bodies, whether they were omnic robots or ordinary people, all froze in place.

Then he turned his head or body stiffly, stared straight at the place where the smart mage was looking, and said at the same time.

"Good... good... who is the benefactor?"

(End of this chapter)