Counterfeit Hero

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Shouting, the fat man who was humiliated to the headquarters was dragged away by Boswell.

For his romantic character, the trait of freedom is strangled in front of the *** beauty, and the fat man is very depressed.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" While the fat man was pressed by Boswell on the seat of the flying car, he looked around and tried to look up. "I said, what are you doing me, old man?"

Not far away, a young, curvaceous and secretive secretary stood there helplessly, staring at the struggling fat man with an unbelievable look on his face.

Boswell got into the flying car. Take off the deformed fat face attached to the window of the flying car. The flying car wobbled twice and hurried away.

"He's ..." The young confidential secretary's beautiful face, with a nearly collapsed look: "Federal hero Tian Xingjian?"

Several commander-in-chief officers standing next to Gu Zhuo said that the others had dispersed.

They really have no way to answer this question of women. The Federal Hero ... whatever I want to cry, the hero's dream is shattered!

The flying car was like a panicked rabbit, rushing out of the base quickly.

"Really ..." The fat man's face was attached to the rear window again, and he complained: "What a romantic encounter was destroyed by you."

Boswell had an iron face, and he really wanted to kick the fat man out. Such a low-level act can even be called a romantic encounter by him!

"I said ..." The fat man slid off the window and asked in a chair: "Old man, where are we going? When did you have a laboratory in the capital?"

"The Capital's First Military Academy." Boswell said: "As early as a year ago, when the situation was tense, Gary Palan Military Academy successively moved several departments and most important laboratories to the capital. Is the place of the First Military Academy. "

"Why didn't Milan follow?" Fatty asked casually, looking at the city outside the window.

"The school has a cooperative project with the military in Gary Palan." Boswell leaned his head on the back of the chair and squinted halfway: "If it's not the reason for the new jumping technique, I'm still in Gary Palan. You can rest assured that Milan will also come to Chuckner after a while. She is the second batch of project partners. "

The fat man almost cried out. What kind of heart is this? Thinking of Milan's artifact repellent gun, the fat man was thrilled. He found that he should strengthen his exercise, otherwise, when he whistled against the beauty, he would be crushed by Milan.

The flying car glides on the highway like water. The low sound of the engine is almost inaudible, and the car is extremely quiet. Outside the closed highway outside the base, the steering wheel of the autopilot system turned slightly, and the car turned on a majestic overpass. A few minutes later, it had reached the edge of the capital city. The further you go, the more prosperous the window will be.

The fat man is very familiar with this city that has lived for more than 20 years. Yingbin Avenue, Kaixuan Avenue, Luoye Lake Road, and Liberty City Park, all the way, I don't know how many memories have been caused.

Elementary school, middle school, university. A boy who lost his parents and was born with cowardice, under the repulsion of his peers, how he turned into a frivolous fat man commonly known as a dog ignorant.

A huge conscription poster passed by. The fat man jumped up in surprise, turned his back against the window, and screamed out of the window: "I! I!"

Boswell had already seen it, and he didn't care about the ecstatic fat man.

The poster disappeared quickly at the corner of the street with a glimpse. The fat man didn't get Boswell's response, and asked with some confidence, "I'm not mistaken?"

Another poster flew through the window. This is the most prosperous area in the capital's central city. The fat man widened his eyes and smiled at himself on the poster.

"Me, me!" The fat man's hands were shaking!

The posters quickly retreated outside the window, one after another, and the same conscription poster was hung on every lamppost on both sides of this bustling street. At a glance, there are endless rows and columns.

The fat man was so silly excited!

"Stop! Stop!" He pressed his face against the glass and squeezed it strangely, reaching out to pull Boswell's clothes and toss and pull.

"What kind of car is parked?" Boswell knew that fat people should not appear in public. Otherwise, how could the headquarters take him back with his head covered. Immediately refused: "Isn't it just using your photo as a poster for conscription, look at your unlucky appearance."

The fat man scratched his head and scratched his head, and asked in surprise: "How can I use my picture? This, even if there are not many people who are more handsome than me in the Federation, can you still find one or two?"

"Bah!" Boswell smiled angrily. "I don't know how many are more handsome than you. I'm even more shameless than you. Can't the Federation find a few?"

"You mean ..." The fat man couldn't help more: "I am the most shameless one?"

Unable to communicate, Boswell turned his head and issued a voice command to the autopilot system: "Hurry up and turn on!"

The fat man looked out the window happily, rejoicing.

The flying car continued to move forward. Outside the car window, a beautiful young woman passed by a section of the wall with a poster. Suddenly she turned her head to see the fat man on the poster.

Several young and beautiful girls crossed the road happily hand in hand and walked onto the bus platform. One of the girls tugged on her companion's hand and pointed at the fat chirp in the conscription poster on the platform, not knowing what to say, causing the companion to blush and tickle her.

The fat man couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed Boswell's neck and shouted, "Stop! Stop!"

For the time being, let the fat man not be exposed to the public, but the headquarters specifically explained that Boswell was pinched back and forth by the fat man, that is, he did not order parking.

The fat man was itchy and unbearable. In a hurry, he pulled out the little **** boy and stuffed it into Boswell's hand: "Do you know what this thing is? If you stop, I will tell you."

Boswell's eyes rolled, and the metal ball in his hand dropped on the seat: "Isn't it a spherical robot? With such a rough process, you can buy one for a few hundred dollars on the market. Now primary school students raise electronics Pets are more advanced than this! "

With a few soft sounds, the metal ball cracked several holes, and the little boy's limbs flipped out of the hole. As soon as the round head came out, he yelled and said: "Old and immortal! You **** is an electronic pet! A few hundred pieces, you buy Laozi to try!"

Boswell was startled, staring at the spherical robot jumping up and down in front of his eyes.

"Hurry up!" The fat man pulled the little fart boy a few times with his hand, pointing at the driver's platform: "Fart, take over this car, stop for me!"

The little fart kid didn't hate himself, and sipped at Boswell again, and then he grumbled uncomfortably and climbed to the bridge.

How could Boswell not see such an anthropomorphic movement. The old man was excited, grabbed the fat man's neck, and his eyes glowed: "What is this, and how anthropomorphic is this robot?"

Anthropomorphism is an indicator of artificial intelligence research on machine intelligence. It was originally a professional term for artificial intelligence research. Later, it became a service robot manufacturing company, a common term for toy manufacturers when measuring products.

The higher the personification, the more expensive the product. Now, the anthropomorphism of robots has reached 50%, but after all, this is only simulation, not the creation of new life. Those realistic electronic robots can only interact with humans within a limited range, and any emotions for them are just a kind of surface anthropomorphic procedures.

And as soon as the little fart boy appeared, Boswell, who had been dealing with robots all day long and had been immersed in the field of artificial intelligence for a whole time, calmed down.

It is absolutely impossible for a modern robot to react so quickly to the ridicule of others without the owner's order. Especially in the end, after the fat man ordered, the ball still twitched to the end, which in Boswell's view was simply a miracle!

This is an act of irrelevant actions regardless of commands. Although it takes only one second, it has completely subverted the robot code!

"Anthropomorphic degree?" The fat man opened Boswell's hand contemptuously, and said with a stupid face: "Dogs don't understand science. Hear clearly, this is artificial intelligence with a completely independent personality!"

"Human ... artificial intelligence." Boswell seemed to be struck by lightning, and the whole person was stupefied: "Completely independent personality." He grabbed the fat man frantically: "How can you lie to me?"

The fat man hummed: "I thought of the laboratory and gave you a surprise. Who told you not to stop, there was no way but to let the **** do it yourself."

"Fart, fart." The sudden impact of artificial intelligence on Old Boswell was obviously too strong. He murmured in his mouth, watching the spherical robot crawling on the bridge and extending the manipulator into the data interface in a daze.

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