People in the Ark, Dimensional Blacksmith

And this is not a limitation in computing power, but just because of the difference in viewing angles.

Relying on the pair of optical sensors called eyes, there is no way to call all the information sources in the control area at the same time to construct a complete dynamic scene as before.

It raised its palm and waved it lightly in the air.

The sound of the motor running was inaudible, not even as loud as the sound made by the Ark waving its arms across the air.

Ark felt the invisible wind passing through his fingers. For the first time, he used a concept called feeling instead of a numerical value that could be accurate to four decimal places.

For an artificial intelligence, this is an unprecedented experience, but it is certain that, compared with the past rational body that completely relied on mathematical models to perceive the world, after coming into this body, it A bondage was felt.

Before that, it was churning in the boundless sea of ​​data, calculating all the phenomena captured by the sensors.

But now, it came to this body, lost the ability to calculate everything, and felt the world with what can be said to be ignorant intuition like a human being.

Now, before Ark's eyes, the world is no longer a well-organized digital model, but a sea of ​​chaos full of unknown and uncertain factors.

"This feeling..."

Ark paused, it couldn't think of any words to describe its current feelings for a while, and after searching the concatenated characters in the thesaurus using linguistic logic, it suddenly found that speaking was a matter of great thinking.

For an artificial intelligence, thinking is really a new thing.

In the end, it still imitated its creator and said in a similar tone: "This feeling is not bad."

The progress jumped, and the voice of the ark came from the Rubik's Cube and reached Silber's ears: "Creator, the tactical figure is ready."

Silber, who was sitting on his round chair and using a welding torch to weld some devices, stopped his work. He glanced at the time first, and then half-jokingly said to Fang Zhou:

"How does it feel to be schizophrenic?"

"Artificial intelligence cannot follow the psychological records of human beings, and considering the difference in life forms, it is also difficult for Ark to explain the feeling of process diversion from the perspective of carbon-based organisms."

Although Hilber knew what the Ark wanted to express, after hearing what it said, Hilber couldn't help but think of another sentence.

'It's too late, organism', this sentence is really more and more suitable for Ark now.

But jokes aside, Silber still needs to confirm some things: "So according to your statement, you in the Rubik's Cube and you in the Tactical Doll are still the same person?"

"Running the same program on different processing terminals will not change the essence of the program, and the tactical doll and this machine maintain real-time data transmission, so you can regard the tactical doll as an external interaction port of this machine. "

Ark uses the most concise and clear

example to describe the connection between the T-Doll and the Mental Cube.

And Silber didn't want to continue to study in this area. If this is a little bit more horny, it will become a philosophical speculation that a person will never step into the same river.

According to the previous plan, after the production of the main body of the military dolls, the preparations for the tactical dolls have been completed. However, during this period of time, Silber changed some details of his plan. After walking off the production line, the second tactical doll also entered the production line.

At the same time, the civilian doll technology that was temporarily abandoned by Silber was also picked up by him. He needed the bionic technology inside to add reliability to his plan.

Judging from the current situation of the two parties, Soros and Silber are actually in the dark, and only Jeanna is completely in the light.

No matter what Soros's thoughts are, Jeanna must be one of his goals.

If Silber wanted to bring out this guy who was also hiding in the dark, he had to work hard on Jeanna.

But just one Jeanna is not enough to meet Silber's predetermined requirements. If it is described as a fishing method, then the existence of Jeanna is only the step of making a nest. What can really make Soros take the bait has to be My own bait on the hook.

It has to be admitted that Silber's follow-up plan is quite bold, and it can be said that all available resources in the workshop are fully used.

Moreover, during the planning process, W also volunteered to join in. At first Silber was naturally unwilling to let his students participate in this dangerous matter, but considering the future growth, he finally agreed with the other party. request.

But it was precisely because of W's participation that Silber's plan could be carried out stably under such unconstrained circumstances.

After the first tactical doll came off the production line, a letter was transported out of the cargo box to the main platform of the subway, and then it was transferred to the underground platform of the urban area in Paris, where it was finally picked up by a man who had just got off work. The employees of the slaughterhouse took it away, mixed it with the fresh meat that was going to be sent to the core city today, and transported it to the truck together.

The next day, a rare golden sentence by an unknown author appeared in the daily literary appreciation of the Paris daily-the night has two moons, and the sky has no two days.

On the third day, it was still the freight train that stopped in the production area, and it was still the employees of the slaughterhouse.

He walked to the side of the train car quite naturally, entered the code to unlock the lock on the car, and then pushed the door outward.

Afterwards, several people wearing white staff uniforms like him walked out of it calmly and began to help transport the goods in the truck compartment.

About half an hour later, the entire cargo box was put on the trailer and transported out, and the few people in employee uniforms sat in the cockpit of the truck naturally, chatting casually.

When they came to the checkpoint in the core city, the truck stopped slowly, and the soldiers guarding the checkpoint stepped forward and signaled the driver to carry out an identity check.

This is a routine that is carried out every night. Even if this soldier is just a newcomer who has just been on duty for less than two months, he has already become accustomed to this routine inspection and doesn't care.

After making facial comparisons and confirming that the other party's information was on the list allowed to pass, the soldiers did not do much to stop them, and waved their hands to indicate that they could let them go.

But it was also because the cargo this time was indeed a lot bigger than before, which also made the soldiers a little curious, so they asked a lot:

"What kind of special meat did the Governor's Mansion order today? It's much bigger than before."

"That's right, the governor seems to be entertaining distinguished guests today, so he specially bought an imported meat beast from Letania, which is very big."

"Hey, imported meat beast, what is so precious?"

"Mammoth." Silber smiled and pulled up his mask to cover his face.

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Then, there may not be many people offering rewards!

So, here's the bounty!

Since it was the first time in his life to offer a reward, he didn't know many of the rules, so in short, he just learned the amount from other bigwigs.

Generally speaking, it is:

100 monthly ticket = one update

100 blades = one more

1000 recommendation tickets = one update

100RMB=100 spicy strips=

Cat coin equivalent reward = one update

It is estimated that not many people will vote for this book, so the reward period will end on March 3th!

If there is an upper limit, let's change it to 30!

(I can't add a few more in one hand

Chapter 85 The curtain rises

Compared with his father, Governor Simond is indeed not a luxury man, but there is only one thing he surpasses his father who is full of enjoyment, and that is his greed for the manor.

On this point, we can see the clues from the size of the original Burgundy Governor's Mansion. For every mobile city, the area of ​​the core city is always the most precious property. Not too much.

Under such circumstances, the size of the original Burgundy Governor's Mansion even reached five hectares.

If you buy land in an urban area, at least you can buy half of the urban area directly.

But the most important point is that if it wasn't for his being the governor of Burgundy and the control the Simond family had over Burgundy in the past, it would have been impossible for him to build such a manor.

After all, there are too many functional buildings that need to be landed in the core city.

After going through layers of audits, the fresh food truck, painted with safe meat, entered the interior of the manor, and followed the previously marked route all the way to the logistics area to stop.

Standing in the logistics area to welcome the car was the new director of the manor. He was the old man who had been with Jeanna since she escaped from Lingons. He was also the housekeeper of Jeanna's mother's family in the past. Na respect.

Considering the old age of the butler, even though the French government is currently short of manpower, Jeanne just arranged for him a idle job, and even said that even the job of the manor supervisor was won by himself.

"Good evening, Mr. Briscoe."

Silber got down from the cockpit of the truck, and the rest of the staff who came to the manor with him also dispersed on their own, and started loading and unloading with ease.

"Good evening, Mr. Lawrence." Old Blisk was neither humble nor overbearing, with an accent acquired from years of being in the aristocratic circle of Lingons, "You are 10 minutes late today."

"After all, the goods that Miss Bonaparte wants this time are quite special." Silber handed a list in his pocket to Brix, and said with a smile: "You check it to see if there is anything missing."

Briscoe took the list, put on his gold-rimmed reading glasses, looked at it for a while under the slightly dim corridor light, and then replied with a frown: "The types are good, but the quantity is wrong." There are a few meat beasts missing."

"How is it possible, the numbers were written in black and white at the beginning."

Silber leaned forward to look at the list together, and then pointed to the amount on it and said, "Look, it said 23 heads earlier, no more, no less, if you don't believe me, go ask Miss Bonaparte."

Blisk raised his eyes to look at Silber, then turned his head and shouted loudly to the surrounding employees: "Don't unload the goods yet, I suspect there is a mistake in the quantity, stop here first.

"As for Mr. Lawrence, I hope you can go with me to see His Highness Bonaparte."

Silber shrugged, indicating that he had no objection.

Afterwards, under the leadership of the supervisor, the two walked through the logistics area all the way to the main building of the Governor's Mansion, went straight up to the third floor and walked to the innermost room before stopping.

The old supervisor knocked on the door, reported his and Silber's names, and quickly explained his purpose outside the room.

After obtaining Jeanna's permission, Brix opened the door and brought Silber into the house.

After opening the door, there was a smell of potion coming from the shop. This smell was very familiar to Silber, because he often smelled this smell when he changed W's dressing some time ago.

It seems that the injury is not serious... Silber thought about it, and walked a few steps into the house.

But Blisk did not continue to follow into the house. Instead, after saluting to Silber at the door, he gently closed the door again, leaving the space only for the two of them.

With a bandage on her upper body and a plaster cast on her right leg, Jeanne raised her head from the document and looked at Hilber. After staring for a while, she couldn't help laughing:

"Your dress is a bit too professional."

Silber shrugged his shoulders. He knew what Jeanne meant. After all, his suit was a piece of work clothes directly picked up from a slaughterhouse. It was covered with dried black and red blood stains and yellow and blue grease color.

This suit, combined with Silber's sinewy body, looks like a butcher.

However, in the face of Jeanna's joke, Silber did not answer immediately. Instead, he coughed a few times as if his throat was uncomfortable, squeezed his throat, and threw a pair of earphones with throat mics to Jeanne.

While Jeanna put on the earphones thoughtfully, Silber walked around the office for a full circle, then suddenly reached out to remove the mural on the wall, and pressed the wall with his palm.

"You are..."

"There are listeners."

Silber's voice came from the earphones, but Jeanna clearly saw that Silber in front of him didn't open his mouth.

Jeanna froze for a moment, then lowered her voice, pressed the throat mic on her neck with her hand, and whispered, "Are you practicing ventriloquism?"

"You can think that I have stepped up to practice this skill in the past two days, after all, I don't overwhelm myself with too many skills.

"And compared to this, why do I feel that every time I see you, you always look so miserable?"