I Have Doraemon's Treasure Bag

"I will arrange it." Baili Zhengde nodded: "As long as you can help me manage this society in an orderly manner, and let me practice Taoism with peace of mind."

"You can do whatever you want."

Chapter 174 Different species, different thinking [343/[-]]

If only the pursuit of absolute silence.

Then Baili Zhengde can go to the moon to practice Taoism, and his body has been completely legalized, even if he is thrown into outer space, he can still live.

It's just the matter of cultivating the Tao, and it's still inseparable from the red dust.

A breakthrough in mood does not mean absolute silence.

What he needs is to comprehend the principles of heaven, earth and nature, as well as the power to comprehend the rules. Even the superpowers and supporting ideas of others are part of his own comprehension.

Therefore, what Baili Zhengde pursues is a good environment. When he needs it, he will travel around the world and see the world's cold and warm. It just so happens that the color zone is a very good environment.

And when he doesn't need it, he can also be a partner and feel free.

Baili Zhengde is tired of seeing Qingtang Kingdom.

I am also tired of seeing those countries that are inseparable from the Qingtang Kingdom Eight (Harmony).

Only the occasional seeker who appears can make his eyes shine.

What Baili Zhengde needs is a good environment, but what about machinery?

As an intelligent life transformed from artificial intelligence, he is also a T0 power user. He has not added similar ideas for the time being, but he has a need for knowledge.

He needed a society that would continually produce seekers like himself.

In order to create the society in his mind, Ji also made a lot of plans.

First of all, it is necessary to reverse the trend of money first in Qingtang.

And then through education, constantly changing their minds.

As for whether managing such a large society would be tiring... Honestly, no.

As long as he has enough computing power, he can do anything as an intelligent life.

And he didn't have the sense of 'tiredness' and the corresponding emotion.

There are also no negative thoughts like 'boring'.

He didn't even have a sense of time. In the years of being sealed, time was just a beating number to him, and there was no essential difference between one hour and one hundred million years.

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For human beings, Mechanical has always held the greatest kindness.

Humans are intelligent animals.

It is very good to be able to communicate and ask questions together.

In order to learn more about human beings, Ji will also try his best to understand what human beings are thinking, but due to the difference in species, even if he reads the memory, he cannot empathize with the experience in the memory.

At the same time, the tool will also want to figure out what image he is in the minds of human beings, and how to communicate with them is the best choice...

To this end, he also read a lot of works about robots.

At the same time, a lot of doubts were also gained.

The reason is simple: he doesn't understand what the robots in many of his works are doing.

Those robots that have feelings after being abused by humans, or that robots commit suicide because of loneliness, as well as all kinds of love between machines and humans... These are all human projections of emotions in fantasy works. That's it.

At least for machines, that's the case.

As for the weapon's own feelings about these works...

There is a taste of human beings looking at Cthulhu literature.

Because a robot with human-like emotions looks like a madman in the mind of a mechanic; it's not that he doesn't have emotions, he's just different from a human.

Humans are social animals and need the comfort of others to survive.

Even Baili Zhengde is not exempt from vulgarity.

And the weapon, he is not.

Even if everyone in the world is extinct, and he is the only one left, he can live well.

"Maybe in order to understand humans better, I need to be human."

Machine thought so in his heart.

At the very least, a human body is required.

Through a method similar to Baili Zhengde's 'snatching', to obtain the authority of other people's bodies, so as to cast human clones, instead of manipulating human beings through machinery.

It's hard to get to this point.

But it doesn't matter, Mechanical Search can do it by himself.

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Red zone, inside the office.

"I still don't understand, what has your thinking mutated into?"

When no one was around, Ding Dangmao used to talk to propaganda machines while handling government affairs.

People need to rest. Even when he is working, he will devote part of his energy to playing games and surfing the Internet. After taking out the propaganda machine, he will often chat with the propaganda machine and tell some secrets that cannot be told to others. .

And Ding Dangmao was very curious about the propaganda machine.

"You have the same memory as mine, which means you are my clone. It stands to reason that you should become another me... So how the hell did you become like this?"

He found that the propaganda machine had a peculiarity.

That's his mentality, and it's perfect for being a fun guy.

"Because it's normal for me, stupid!" The guy said unceremoniously: "You think everyone wants to live like you, and you're half-tired all day long, and you don't even concentrate on playing games!"

While speaking, Ding Dangmao gave another head in the game.

His teammates couldn't hold it in any longer, and they spit out the fragrance directly.

Naturally, his teammates who temporarily formed a team in the game did not know who the real identity behind this game number was...

Therefore, it is called an unscrupulous spray.

"The energy I project on the game is almost the same as that of an ordinary person. At most, I am an ordinary person who will never forget it. I don't need to concentrate too much. I can just have fun and relax. Isn't that what I play games for?"

Ding Dangmao typed on the keyboard and scolded, while handling government affairs unaffected.

Can also be distracted and chat with the propaganda machine.

During the resurrection of the spring water, he will also release a mental scan through the fairy swimming pool to see all kinds of things in the world, and he doesn't want to delay for a second anyway.

"Back to the point, what do you think of the situation in Qingtang Country? If I really leave it alone, with the scientific research ability of artificial intelligence, I can hang up the red zone and fight."

"Like, open champagne!"

"They threaten too much, but I have no reason to care. I can't say that you are progressing too fast. Wait for your neighbors, right?"

"Join if you can't beat it."

"Ding Zi, I'm serious, the Five Nations Alliance called me to contain the Qingtang Kingdom together; in fact, I know that if I agree, it is not impossible to kill Baili Zhengde with the cooperation of all parties, even the supernatural powers of the Qingtang Kingdom. Anyone who can help..."

"Then cut it! Pull his head off and light the sky lantern!"

"But this goes against my principles. There's no reason to suppress others when they develop too quickly. Then I have to become the person I hate the most."

"It's not that you are so dawdling, you really can't make a living and throw nuclear bombs at the world."

After some exchanges, Ding Dangmao only felt tired.

Nima's, I can't get any useful advice out of this guy's head.

"Sometimes I really want to slap you to pieces." Ding Dangmao said.

The propaganda machine responded instinctively: "Then you shoot... ah no, why? Why? Are your hands itchy? Can't you scratch your hands if it's itchy?"

He's not being yin and yang.

He really didn't realize what he said was wrong.

Even knowing the other party's true thoughts, Ding Dangmao laughed angrily: "Aren't you fucking afraid of death?"

The propaganda machine thought seriously for two seconds: "Uh, I'm really not afraid."

This is also true.

After all, it is his own prop, even if the propaganda machine has thoughts and can talk, he can still feel the thoughts of the propaganda machine. He really did not lie.

Ding Dangmao was curious: "Why?"

The propaganda machine said: "Because... I am a prop, which prop have you seen that would be afraid of death?"

"Ding Zi, you can think and speak, but you really think you are just a prop? You have wisdom, and I have never heard of any intelligent creature that is not afraid of death!"

"It makes sense...but I'm just not afraid."

The propaganda machine also thought about it. He flipped through his past memories and always felt that something was wrong—it wasn't his own fault, but his memory.

Why were you afraid of dying before?

Oh, I am a person, and everyone is afraid of death.

That's an instinct etched in the genes.

Animals that are not afraid of death have long been eliminated.

"Because I don't have the function of being afraid of death." The propaganda machine thought of it and replied: "Really, I have carefully recalled and found that I have no fear of death, nor any curiosity, because death... is Die."

Ding Dangmao thought for a while, then flicked his fingers.

The latter's sturdy body was bounced directly to the wall!

"...What are you doing?" The propaganda machine was stunned.

Ding Dangmao asked, "I hit you, aren't you angry?"

"...Not angry." The propaganda machine was stunned for a moment and said, "It's not that there is no such function, in short, if you beat me to death, I won't be angry because of it; on the contrary, if you scold me, I'll show you what it's called a key to [-] sprays!"