The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Intermission, the mind of artificial intelligence (1)

Our Artificial Intelligence Engine Trinity implements virtual personalities through three core modules. Now let me tell you about one of them, the TOM Reading Module.

Theory Of Mind (TOM) is a reasoning institution in our brain that performs the function of perceiving and understanding other people's thoughts and minds. If you take the misunderstanding and explain it easily, it's instinct to predict how someone will behave when they say and do certain things. I'm not talking about rational judgment, of course. TOM's activities take place in your subconscious. Without this institution, you won't be able to empathize with others. A typical example of TOM injury is autism. So TOM is a part of the mind.

You know, artificial intelligence doesn't have a heart. Nevertheless, the ability of artificial intelligence to speak and behave like a human being is largely due to TOM reading technology. When your reason speaks to artificial intelligence, your mind expects the most human response of artificial intelligence. It's reading and reflecting this. In a sense, artificial intelligence is a mirror of your empathy and unconsciousness.

The reaction of artificial intelligence varies greatly depending on the person experiencing it. Because the development of TOM varies greatly based on innate qualities and acquired learning. While you may receive readings from other contacts on your network, the most important thing is your data.

Two things are important for artificial intelligence to react as humanely as possible.

The first is your TOM rating. How deeply you can understand and envision others' minds. It's the performance of the organ itself. If you have a very low rating TOM institution, I'm sorry, but all the AI you're dealing with will show less than a level of idiocy. The virtual reality you're experiencing is really not fun. No, maybe it'll be fun. The whole world will be full of Dum 'N' Dummer!

The second is your TOM aptitude. Some people's TOM institutions have a structure that is difficult for readers to read. This is expressed as low TOM aptitude. Low aptitude takes time to read. For example, if the ratings are high but the reaction is low, it will be realistic but you will experience frequent gaps during the conversation. It's going to be a year after year after year after year after year. At this point, virtual reality users with artificial intelligence and no delay interaction are estimated at approximately 7.5% of the total.

People don't have a lot of empathy these days.

I have to tell you this because there are too many people who complain about AI quality problems. That's 100% your fault. TOM institutions, you should have done the nooh to develop empathy. Please do not keep calling, as this is not an issue with connector performance or optimization.

If you are dissatisfied with the quality, just watch someone else's virtual reality broadcast. You feel no different because you have sensory synchronization. Better that way than stubbornly sticking to your worldview.

So far, Paradise Group Virtual Reality Division has informed us.

# High Risk High Return, Paso Robles (9)

The Federal Disaster Management Agency (FEMA) was originally an independent agency that would serve as the president of the United States, after 9.11 it was incorporated under the Ministry of Homeland Security. So the sentence of the Department of Disaster Management also belonged to the Department of Homeland Security.

This is an augmented reality UI and hologram guide by intellectual calibration.

Winter found this sentence in a red stained trailer truck. A distant strain of infections wears a blue coat. The word FEMA Corps on the back is clear.

As soon as I laid eyes on the mutant, its head was broken and it sprayed on the road. I searched the body, but I couldn't find anything useful. The truck is empty, operational, and has a key in the driver's seat. There's nothing wrong with a thorough check of fuel levels or battery discharge.

It's the first FEMA vehicle I've ever seen past the health center. Sergeant Cohen should be nearby. I think I should search the nearest building first, then stop and look around. Heavy vibration. It leads to a cycle, not just once, but increasingly coming up…….

"Footsteps."

Pull out the pistol that's lodged in your waist. Kwung, Kwung. A heavy silhouette that emerges from a corner. It's enormous. It's closer to apes than humans. Specialty Variants, Grumble. The gym is higher than the roof of a single-story building and is thicker than an armored car. A large number of mutants wander nearby.

Coming out of the shadows of the house, it's like an ambush. He looks around, furrowing his uniquely developed nose.

Winter leans against the truck and avoids exposure. I didn't think this would be enough. Grumble's sense of smell, although influenced by the wind, senses a human radius of 50 meters on a balloon zone basis. If you can't see it, it's a pattern that approaches slowly, sniffing and sniffing. In situations where you do not know how to attack, or have insufficient combat strength, it is best to stay hidden and escape.

Draws the barrel of a pistol with the intent to kill it. Even a double-action handgun that fires unprepared, pulling the hammer reduces trigger pressure. Actions with Accuracy in mind. You have enough marksmanship, but you might not know it.

While you wait, Grumbling catches up to the scent. The stench pierces your nose. The smell of a mangled giant. When I'm nervous about this smell, I distort my sense of distance. If you go out on the wrong side of the street, you'll have a hard fight. The boy waited calmly.

Kwung, Kwang. The sound of the weight in tons moving makes your body tremble and increase in size like a heartbeat. Winter held a pistol in one hand and a grenade with a safety clip and safety pin removed in the other. Hands held high above your head. Close your eyes and wait for the moment. I measured the streets based on my experience. It's dangerous to be far away or close.

One, two, three.

Winter shifts away from the corner. The deformed giant reacts at an astonishing rate. A pair of ferocious yellow-eyed eyes are nailed to the winter. Breathe out. It looked like steam was leaking.

Grumble's movement speed is slow, but "sprint" is as fast. It's the equivalent of a chaotic car. Grumble uses sprinting as long as there are no objects to be thrown within reach when the game is more than a certain distance.

Winter draws a pistol.

[Grunting]

Boom!

[Argh!]

The roaring one frowned. A short walk backwards. It's the bullet in the throat. The only weakness of physically tolerant monsters.

Through that gap, winter was aimed at the general variants that surrounded it. Continuous firing. Broken heads like watermelons with bats. Meanwhile, Grumbling came to his senses and roared, preparing to sprint again.

[Grunting]]

Blood spurted from around my neck. A large variant that retreats once again. Winter approaches calmly. Approaching within 4 meters triggers a melee pattern. The trick was to stay outside the boundary. It was a sense of distance learned from failure and death.

Since winter did not fall within a radius of 4 meters, Grumble recovers from the shock (Stun). Just before sprinting, Grumble shouts. At this point, if intra-oral screening occurs, the pattern stops and becomes temporarily helpless. Other methods of attack are difficult. Therefore, if many appear at the same time, the difficulty will increase rapidly. The throat is a small target. It is difficult to control several at the same time.

He shakes his head and repeats the same move. Only winter behavior is different this time. You throw a grenade. A mouth large enough to swallow a man, leaving a hole in the basketball. After the grenade hits the back of the neck, winter shoots at the target. Taang! Blood spattered. He claps his mouth shut and squeals and retreats.

It's over.

[Pow!]

Moist trapped in flesh and muscle. An explosion explodes through the throat, ripping the body of a powerful variety apart. Eyes protruding from the strain linger on the nerves, and a rotten giant vomits blood like a pulmonary human.

Kei! Kei! Gweek!

As you drain the blood out of your tongue, winter puts the grenade back in. It adheres to the sticky tongue. It's dangerous to let it go. Place two consecutive rounds of ammunition in the open mouth. Mutant silences and swallows saliva. The deferred renal canal of the grenade burned from the stomach. Second internal detonation. The rotten skin ripples. A massive figure loses its center, kneels, shakes, and leans slowly, striking the ground.

Kugung. The building seems to have collapsed. Winter was an expressive face. From a familiar perspective, the only Grumble was an easy prey. He checks the incoming EXP. Catch special variants early to gain Added EXP. If it is determined that another person has defeated that particular variant in the world for the first time, you will be rewarded even more.

It turned out to be both. I got a satisfactory level of reward. I wish I could meet one more. With the thoughts of the inexperienced and heavenly bodies, winter approaches to search the nearest building.

Since you have a lot of experience, invest passively in the Trace skill. Grade 4. Winter was able to see the effects straight away. The augmented reality interface emphasized every clue I could see. When the eye focuses on it, details are printed. It became easier to find footprints above the pale dust. If it had not been emphasized, it would have been traces I would not have known unless I looked closely.

A door that appeared at the end of the trail. I knocked.

“Sergeant Cohen? Are you in there?”

Then you hear a rustling sound from the inside. Noise that someone with leg discomfort is forcibly standing up. Indeed, I keep coming back with a trembling voice.

“Banana, is that you? ”

“I'd like you to call me by my name. Anyway, I came to get you as promised. ”

Thump! Door opens and gazes at you. The electricity is cut off and the shadows are cast in the room, creating a feeling of two eyes open in the dark air. Black. I was surprised when I opened it without knowing it. It was not a big price, but a lot of tears in my eyes.

“Oh, God. Thank you so much for sending such a reckless child into the world. ”

“If you keep doing that, I'll leave you alone. ”

“It's not just short, it's short! ”

“This guy? ”

This is as far as the meeting goes. He stumbles and wakes up and hugs you. Pretending to be nothing, pretending to be nothing. Meeting people again itself is the act of the person who can't help it. God, God, I feel like a crazy person saying the same thing.

Cohen, who was barely away from crying, was still trembling.

“Ho, were there any monsters on the way here? I heard him screaming from a distance. ”

“Why are people so afraid to make war their profession? ”

“War is better! If I shoot, the enemy will die! But that's not it! I don't have a bullet in me! If we run into him, we're dead! ”

Winter came at me with an uncommon attitude.

“I killed him.”

“What?"

I looked around the room for winter, leaving Cohen the fool, and dragged a chair.

“Sit down. You're gonna tell me what to do with my leg. ”

Cohen, who stepped out of the chair as instructed, knelt down in front of him and confounded the boy who was starting the first aid, then asked again.

“Hey, what do you mean, you killed him? ”

“I put grenades in my mouth. It blew up twice, and he died. ”

“ ……. ”

I was happy to stop by the health center in the middle. Cohen's calves are swollen. It looks like fish in the water. Loop the gauze, place a thick cotton wool swab over the splint, and secure with a stainless steel seam to replace the splint. If you don't hold up and down the fracture, there's no point splinting.

A soldier who was dumbfounded by skilled level first aid. He looks suspicious.

“Don't tease me. You're lying to reassure me, right? ”

“The yellow eyes, the red-eye, the gym, were about five meters wide, and left and right were wider than the Humvee. Overall…… a giant ape with rotten skin muscles? Anyway, if that's what I saw, and you insist it's not, there's nothing more to it. You're going to see the body anyway, so you don't have to talk to me here. That's it. Stand up on your crutches. ”

Cohen groans as he gets up. Bandages and bandages are just first aid. Weapons in one hand. Since I only brought a pair of crutches, it was easy to carry the injured leg if I don't move carefully.

“Let's go. Sergeant Ashford's got to take care of it on the way there, so there's nothing to be nervous about. ”

The sergeant is still suspicious of the boy who is ahead of him. Do I have to believe this?

The truth was revealed as soon as I left. Sergeant Cohen, as soon as he saw the saggy giant's silhouette, Oh Shit! I smashed his butt. Due to the abnormally expanded muscles, it is Grumble that did not fall down even after death. I was surprised to see that.

“He's dead.”

Now, Cohen gets up relying on the winter who reached out his hand. Leans toward the grumbly side with a frightened face. Winter kicked me with its feet as if to go to the side and watch. Then Cohen accepted that the monster was dead. Changes the mouth to walk even more.

“You're crazy! You're fucking crazy! It's the best mother fucking banana in the world! ”

It was an intense compliment that wouldn't be strange if it sounded insulting if it wasn't used to Slang's taste. Nimmy here just means he's freaking out.

In fact, not everyone uses this word because they are black. The slums are the crude language of the inhabitants, and in the same environment white people speak the same language. Cultural isolation due to income level

But bananas are like that. If it wasn't for Captain Markett, I would.

“If you keep calling me banana, do I call you Chocolate Ball? ”

“That's great! ”

I'm just kidding. I think bald skin looks like a chocolate ball, but I can eat it. This guy's high as a kite. Winter draws the pistol and shoots it over his shoulder. Single shot. A mutant that collapses from the sound of blood splattering. Cohen, who thought winter was going to kill me for making fun of me, turns around for a few moments and puts his crutch on his armpit and raises his thumb.

“Again, I'd like you to call me by my name. You haven't forgotten my name, have you? ”

“I forgot."

Sergeant Cohen shudders at the scowl of winter.

“Hey, I wish I was that smart. I went to Harvard. How am I supposed to remember that? ”

“Soft ears……. It's the middle of winter. It's hard to pronounce, so I don't care if you just call me hahn. ”

“Okay, Hahn. I remember, but this is amazing. ”

The muttering of the sergeant's face gradually subsides. At the end of his gaze was Grumble's corpse.

“He tore my friends apart. ”

“… let's go. We don't have time to wait. ”

“ ……. ”

Winter pointed to the FEMA trailer truck we had seen before we got home.

“Can you drive? ”

“Of course. Even a fool can drive. ”

“That's great. I think we should get some food on the way. I saw him on the way over, and he seemed to have cleared the road pretty good for installation. At least we'll be able to get to a car close to the school. ”

“That's great. By the way... Hey, Hahn. Don't you ever want to come back like this? ”

The sergeant's question was half full of his own greed. At least, it felt like winter was penetrating through someone else's mind. I throw it like a joke, but I'm actually tired and sick and I just want to run away. It's natural, so I don't blame you.

“You think I'd abandon people who came all this way because of you? ”

“Oh, I was just kidding. ”

Cohen shrugs and starts the car. A body that shakes gently. Continuing engine starts…….

[Kuang!]

“Huh?"

Surprised Cohen mutters silently.

“The engine's gone crazy! This car must be broken down. ”

“Hey, do you have a head injury? That's the sound of grenades exploding. ”

The explosion continues, heading west from the intersection of Walnut Drive and Creston Road. And the never-ending freak. It is not human. Cohen sighs and taps the steering wheel.

“Oh, I see another one of those. ”

“Let's catch them and kill them. ”

Black type that gets tired of the twilight of winter.

“Wow, this guy. ”

“Go straight, all the way to the intersection. The rest of us decided to act under the circumstances. ”

“ ……. ”

“What are you doing? Shouldn't you be in a hurry before more colleagues die? ”

“Shit, yeah. ”

Cohen clenches his fist with a bulletproof helmet on his head and pedals. Profitable RPM. The acceleration following the idle spin leaves a long tread on the road. The vehicle began to swing left and right, and began to run downhill.

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Sorry, the uploaded version around 13 o'clock omitted the previous Intermission.