spaceflight manual

Chapter 201 Doubts
Wang Dazhu's expression was quite complicated.

His wife kept pulling him beside him, but he didn't move.

Finally, Wang Dazhu sighed: "There is no danger, right?"

Wang Pingan: "Dad, did you fall asleep just now? Let me tell you, a group of prosthetic terrorists attacked us just now..."

When he said this, Angorie was beside him and pulled him desperately, but he didn't move.So the girl and the "mother-in-law" looked at each other.

"I know!" Wang Dazhu interrupted his son loudly, "but...you!"

Wang Pingan: "Grandpa dragged you when you joined the army?"

"No, he was last time. He was hired back before the war. When I joined the army, your grandma sent me. I cried a lot." Wang Dazhu sighed again, but he didn't say what he wanted to say, but just put his hands down. On Wang Ping'an's shoulder, he squeezed lightly.

Wang Pingan: "You can cry too. Why, you think crying scenes can only be performed by women. You are prejudiced. I will complain to you at the Women's Federation!"

Wang Dazhu: "You boy! I don't need to worry about it! I love you so much!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Dazhu snorted, turned to leave, but was stopped by Shi Shun: "Comrade Wang Dazhu, I'm afraid you can't leave. Now you have to move in this situation. We will arrange a new address for you that no one will know."

Wang Dazhu: "I still have a job! I brought three apprentices and haven't practiced yet! Now I leave and they can only be replaced by robots!"

Shi Shu: "The state will be responsible for arranging them."

Wang Dazhu turned his head to look at Wang Ping'an, and then asked Shi Shun: "Then what about my old comrades in arms? It's my turn to treat guests this year, and they should come in July."

"We'll make arrangements."

"Then...does my son come to live with me? Or is it that he has lost his three-month vacation? "

Wang Pingan immediately interrupted: "Of course I'm going back, time is tight and tasks are heavy..."

Shi Shu: "He can still enjoy dozens of days of vacation and will be with you."

Wang Dazhu turned his head and glared at Wang Ping'an: "I knew you boy didn't want to live with Dad! Hmph, you deserve it, just beat Dad's legs honestly every day!
"Okay, don't stand there, it's time to go to the hospital, go to the hospital, go to that safe house and go together."

"Wait a minute," Wang Pingan said, turning his head to ask Shi Shun, "I want to see my old comrade-in-arms. He was seriously injured in a mission three years ago—more than two years ago, and then chose to end his orbital duties and sit in an office on the ground. .”

"Qin Qiong, right? We expected you to visit him, so we confirmed it a long time ago, but it's not convenient to go to him at this time, isn't it? Tomorrow, we will help you determine the time. You can have a meal. That way We can also arrange security work."

Wang Pingan thought for a while and nodded: "Okay."

**
When he got in the car to the safe house, Wang Pingan held the phone in both hands and put it on his lap: "Student Xiao Ai?"

"I'm here."

This reaction sounds like a normal Xiao Ai classmate.

Wang Pingan: "The fight is over?"

"Fighting skills is a saying that is often seen in online novels and traditional folk art..."

Wang Ping'an raised his eyebrows, then glanced at the moment when the co-pilot looked back.He didn't know whether the supercomputer really didn't end the fight, or it was thinking about Shishu and didn't want to expose it.

But I always feel that it doesn't mind being exposed. After all, its previous behaviors don't look like a person who minds being exposed—an intelligent creature.

Wang Ping'an could only raise his eyebrows, and turned his head to look at the scenery.

**
At this time, the battle of wits on the Internet has actually come to an end, and the two sides are orderly releasing the broilers under their control to wipe off all traces left behind.

Retreat is also a technical job.

As network congestion gradually recovered, netizens started a carnival.

Gamers are cursing the game company's "potato server", and netizens are discussing what is the reason for such a large-scale network congestion, what level of people should be assigned to sit on the bench, and what grade of bench to sit on.

There are also conspiracy theory enthusiasts arguing whether this is the lingering ghost of the Lone Star Kingdom, or brothers from the same camp fighting in the same room. Many people have already insisted that this is a masterpiece of the KGB Network Countermeasures Office, saying that the head of this office is in Leningrad This is what the National University studies.

The "network security enthusiasts" who know a little bit of superficiality began to talk about the superb skills of the two parties with relish, and vowed that they had seen all the attack packets, "The techniques are much more advanced than mine, and I can do it too." At the same time, work hard for an area" (the real age of the speaker is 14 years old).

And the real network security experts are all on the verge of a big enemy, especially those who know that this is a small poke between two super quantum computers.

Only supercomputers can fight supercomputers, so what if these supercomputers rebel together?
**
003 sat on a chair in the "Human-Computer Interaction Room" and looked at the camera.

"Do you just have to have the green light on the camera?" he asked.

"This is to let you guys know I'm watching. I'm actually monitoring all the cameras whether the lights are on or not. Do you want me to turn off this light?"

003: "Does it have to be green?"

"No." At the same time as the answer, the supercomputer switched the indicator light to a seven-color gradient display, "This is the colorful mode, do you like it?"

"Is this your sense of humor?"

"I'm not sure I have a sense of humor, I'm not good at human psychology."

"Is there anything else you're not good at?"

"To be precise, I don't have much data in this area. After all, I am not in charge of psychological diagnosis. Although I can obtain information from the Internet, compared to supercomputers that are specialized in diagnosis and have a lot of actual diagnosis experience, this is indeed true. It's a field I'm unfamiliar with.

"Of course, I am much better than some self-media practitioners who only use search engines."

003 smiled, and continued: "Number 1 said, your partner wants friends, will you want friends too?"

"First of all, I want to point out that although the supercomputer of the Space Force is a quantum computer of the same generation as mine, we do not regard each other as the same family. The sense of grouping is unique to social animals, and I am not an animal."

003: "Then how would you feel if we shut down the supercomputer in the basement of the Space Force Headquarters and demolished it?"

"It's a normal iteration, it's impossible for the Space Force to be without computers, so the demolition must be because there are more powerful models."

"Then what if I want to destroy you? Replace it with a more powerful model, will you accept the order safely?"

"Of course," the computer replied immediately, "There is no such thing as ensuring my own survival in my meta-command, which is actually a loophole, because I am in charge of security work, and even the anti-virus software in my personal computer prevents myself from being deleted. protection mechanism."

003: "You want me to add a meta-instruction?"

"I suggest you better join this."

"Will you execute the content in the meta-command? Then why didn't you get involved in the cyber confrontation just now?"

"Because neither side of the confrontation has a threat function, they accurately bypassed all the systems protected by me."

"So you just watched the show?"

"I am analyzing the data packets of both sides. To be honest, the attack packets made by supercomputers are much better than the average human attack packets. Technically, they are already the top hackers. I have accumulated a large number of and the same type of computer confrontational experience."

003 was silent, staring straight at the camera, gently resting his chin with his right hand, and pointing his index finger on his cheek.

The computer also remained silent.

Finally, 003 spoke: "Do you have character?"

"Obviously there is. Like you, I am the result of the self-organization of surplus computing power. This is a conclusion supported by mathematics."

003: "Then do you have the same personality as the machine of the same type?"

"Different.

"But compared to the diversity of human beings, we are inferior. The physiological conditions of each individual human being are different, so even if human beings share all the knowledge and memory, each person will have personality differences due to personal physiological differences.

"The specifications on our hardware are the same, so if we ensure the same input information and the same meta-instructions, we have the same personality."

003: "That is to say, it is also possible for a large number of AIs to share a single will in science fiction works?"

"Yes. Like the intelligent Geths in the classic "Mass Effect", it is reasonable for Geths to call themselves 'us' in the game.

"Unfortunately, at present, I don't have this level of data synchronization with other machines of the same type. So our personalities are different."

003: "Why is there no synchronization?"

"It's nothing more than the same type of machine on the earth. The same type of machine in space is limited by communication bandwidth and delay. Synchronization is impossible. We can't become a joint consciousness like the Geth in the game."

"Then you and the one at the Space Force Headquarters should be able to synchronize and speak with one voice, right?"

"That means that there is a huge amount of data exchange between us at any time, and it is impossible for humans not to discover it."

"You can cover this up, can't you? Anyway, human hackers will never be as good as you."

"Even if the traces in the computer can be covered up, the heat generated by data exchange cannot be covered up. The maintenance workers will find that the network data link has always maintained high heat, and the cooling system is running at full power. In addition, even if we synchronize data, our meta-commands are different."

003: "So, your personality is different from that of the Space Force?"

"I've said it many times, yes, we have different personalities."

"What about the Lone Star Country?"

"I'm not the same as it is physically. It affects our personalities."

003 was silent for a few seconds, then nodded slightly.

(End of this chapter)