Chapter 983 Super Evolution

If the Void Catastrophe is inevitably going to happen, do the fallen apostles know about it?

If the fallen apostles knew that the void cataclysm was coming, would they take action for it?

These are two questions that so far there is no evidence to explain, but the existing intelligence still vaguely points in one direction: the fallen apostles may have noticed the changes in the void, and their actions may be related to this.

According to Father God’s theory, if the void cataclysm occurs, most of the fallen apostles themselves may survive, but all their worlds will die instantly, and then they will all be exposed to the sight of the gods and the empire, and everything will The basic power will be cut off, which can almost be said to be destruction. If the other party knows that this is about to happen, they will definitely take action.

Qian Qian's analogy is very appropriate. No one has thought of it this way before: the entire event of the Void Cataclysm is really like a comprehensive anti-virus process. It is the void itself that executes this program, and the void creatures are equivalent in another sense. The administrator of the void, the world associated with this administrator group, is actually equivalent to having a legal identity in the registry, whether they are programs installed directly by the administrator, or shortcuts installed by the program itself. It is regarded as normal information, but the fallen apostle's own world has not been confirmed and authorized by the administrator, and can be regarded as data secretly tampered with by backdoor software - no matter how unreasonable this statement is, as long as Qian Qian's conjecture is true, then the As far as the void is concerned, a world without the authorization of void creatures is illegal.

Therefore, when the Cataclysm occurred, everything for which corresponding information could not be found in the registry was deleted.

God the Father has discovered subtle traces of it in every world. Those things are fragments of information that have no meaning, and are the same fragments of information in all worlds. Moreover, their structural form does not conform to the process of world evolution, that is to say, they are not natural products, so are these things labels that represent "authorization"?

"It's possible, it's very possible," Father God nodded repeatedly, "Apart from the innate information-driven power of void creatures, I really can't think of anything else that could label a world with such an inexplicable label. , if this is the case, there must be no such information marked on the territory of the fallen apostles - but we still cannot confirm. Once void creatures like you and me really confirm the coordinates of a certain world of the other party, that world will definitely be marked. It’s marked, it’s a really troublesome situation. There’s no way around it.”

My opinion is. If the void creature is really equivalent to an administrator responsible for "authorizing" everything in the world, the three of us seem to be really weak. As long as we see things, even if we don't see them, we must unconditionally treat the things that our subordinates see. Empower them to survive the catastrophe. What's going on? There's no control at all! If only I knew how this authorization process came about. I would immediately label all the fallen apostles as Trojans and wait for the virus to be removed. This would be much easier...

"Now let's assume that the fallen apostles knew about the Cataclysm of the Void. Then how did they know that after the Cataclysm, all things that were not 'authorized' by the void creatures were destroyed?" I still have some questions, "Now I want to Think about it. They spent so much money to create a void creature, and for this reason they were even taken advantage of by naughty kids like Xiaoxue. It can't be just to devote themselves to science, right? I think their purpose of creating a void creature is to give themselves world authorization - it is equivalent to forging an administrator account."

"I've also noticed this, Fallen Apostles. As the remaining forces after the collapse of the old empire, they shouldn't have had too much information about the Void Cataclysm. This is something that the crazy girl Huron and I deduced ourselves. , others don’t know at all, and have no way of knowing: without the induction of void creatures, even the gods cannot detect any abnormalities. If we want to assume that the fallen apostles have mastered the information of the void cataclysm, the first thing is to solve the problem of their intelligence source: they How did you learn that?”

"Maybe they don't know?" Bingtis yawned. Because the surrounding space had mutated into an open space, she simply started swimming freely beside me. "It's all speculation. Maybe they created void creatures just to fight with you. Deal with it, it’s just that both you and Father God know about the Great Void Cataclysm, so you can’t help but think of things in this direction.”

What Bingtis said is not unreasonable. Father God and I looked at each other and nodded. If this is the case, that would be better. At least it proves that the fallen apostles do not have intelligence sources beyond our imagination, but things involving those guys are still It is better to be more prepared for the worst. I always feel that things will not go smoothly: maybe the fallen apostles know more things in their hands than God and I combined?

It's not impossible.

At this moment, Sandora's voice suddenly came from the spiritual connection: "Arjun, where have you been?"

"About 20 billion light-years from Earth—what's wrong?"

"We found a few very interesting... little guys, mass-produced consoles. You'll know when you come over and take a look."

"What's wrong?" Father God asked curiously when he saw a slight change in my expression.

"Sandora called me, it seems there was something wrong at home -"

Father God waved his hand at me: "I also want to go to the physical boundary to see, if you don't mind me walking around."

I nodded and returned home directly with Qianqian and Bingtis, who had already begun to move forward in the space like a dog-paw.

I thought I was going to Shadow City, but I didn’t expect that she had already brought people over. They were six or seven mass-produced Xiling hosts. The exact same little girl, wearing a simple white dress, was neatly arranged on the sofa. They sat in a row on the ground, and their appearance, expressions and postures were all carved out of the same mold. They sat motionless like paper figures cut out by scissors.

A mass-produced machine has no advanced thinking reaction, is similar to a logic device, has extremely strong logical computing capabilities, and can coordinately process any data - this series of definitions flashed through my mind instantly, and then I saw the person sitting at the end of this row of mass-produced bubbles. The little girl on the left seems a little different, her eyes are very flexible. Moreover, there was snack residue on her mouth, and there was a small patch of dust on the hem of her skirt: I don’t know where it came from.

I stretched out my hand towards this special mass-produced bubble. Sure enough, the other party immediately jumped up to me with a cheerful "goo!", hugging my neck like an octopus, and rubbing his little head against his chest: This is a little bubble. This was her repertoire, hanging out with her sisters and then having people find her out, and the little one never tired of it. And recently, after learning to play games from her mother, she has developed another interest, which is to get a younger sister to stand side by side with her, take a photo, take out the photo and let the family play "Let's find fault". To be fair, this game really doesn't exist. Difficulty: It's hard to keep a lively guy like Little Bubble quiet for more than five minutes. She'll always be as dirty as a naughty kid (naughty kid, see naughty kid again) from running around and playing. Such a small bubble stands next to a mass-produced machine. It’s hard for you to tell them apart!

"What's wrong with these little guys?"

I glanced at Sandora who was sitting across from the sofa studying the data terminal, then bent down and touched one of the mass-produced bubble heads. These little guys have no sense of independence, but emotionally I always feel that they are small. She is Paopao's younger sister, so she is very close to her. We usually say hello and touch her head after meeting her. Or send a candy - they love candy.

"The six mass-produced consoles in front of you did something great a while ago," Shandora raised her head, "I still remember the last time we went to Sylvia's Dessert House, Bella Vera mentioned that there was a group of The mass-produced bubble suddenly showed up and ordered a lot of exquisite pastries for the first time, right?"

I blinked, this happened several days ago, but Shandora reminded me that I really remembered it: mainly because Bella Vera told me a lot of things at that time, which was very impressive, and that day was also Because of the mass production of bubbles. Sylvia was overwhelmed, so Bella Vera's personality came out to help.

"A mass-produced host under normal circumstances. Even those strange hosts that are suddenly interested in candies and cakes do not have too obvious subjective tendencies. In other words, even if they have personal tendencies, their daily lives are still mechanized. , For personal preferences, a piece of the simplest white cake is enough, but that day, six mass-produced machines suddenly ordered a huge cream cake and a bunch of exquisite snacks, which attracted Bubble's attention."

Shandora said, raised her chin and pointed to the opposite side of the living room. Only then did I realize that there were more than a dozen bubbles piled there. A group of little girls with dull expressions stood in line and responded in various ways according to the command, and they On the small chair in front stands the mother body of all mass-produced consoles: Child's Mother v2.0.

Paopao stood on the chair, condescendingly directing the dozens of mass-produced machines below to turn around, report the numbers, and conduct random questions and answers. He was very busy. The living room was originally very big, but it turned out that it was crammed in all the way. With twenty or so little doll heads, I immediately felt like my home had been occupied by bubbles...

"These ones here are all the same," Paopao finished the instructions to his daughters and asked them to sit down and rest. Then he ran over, jumping on his feet and hugging my waist. In order to express the child's mother's welcome to the child's father's return home, she said to Shandora, "Purely logical thinking, only orders and obeying priorities. The thinking process is exactly the same as when she was born. No changes can be seen. What's more important It’s just that they don’t have any ego tendencies, and they can get the same answers to any random order of questions and answers. There is definitely something wrong with the six in front of you.”

I was confused by the serious looks of Bubbles and Sandora, and I felt eyes staring at me from the side. When I lowered my head, I saw that the six little girls in the row on the sofa were all looking at this side in unison. Although the emotionless little face remained motionless, there was a hint of intimacy in his eyes. Well, this is the normal reaction of Xiling Apostle.

"I asked the children later," Paopao said, standing in front of six little girls who were exactly the same as him. They were obviously the same little lolita but in a mother's tone, "these children were holding a celebration that day."

I was stunned, and Sandora added: "Celebrating the birthday of one of the mass-produced machines."

"This is not the behavior that a mass-produced Xiling host should produce," Paopao reached out and pinched the nose of the copy closest to him, as if to tease the other person, "If they are interested in sweets, it can be attributed to The logic module produces a reinforced response to a specific information stimulus: Reactivity can also explain what is going on with simple personal hobbies, but when this behavior is so complex that several people discuss holding a birthday party, and they even pool money to buy it. When they bought a bunch of exquisite pastries and ribbon toys. It cannot be explained by logical thinking. I think they have developed perceptual thinking, and the level of complexity is very high. With their own huge database, this kind of perceptual thinking can even be expressed. Just like normal people who are slightly aloof, but theoretically this is impossible. The design of mass-produced machines does not leave room for evolution. They need to evolve: Xiling mainframes have humanoid shapes, but in terms of classification, we regard them as buildings. Units or mechanical equipment, for a mechanical equipment whose required functions are determined at birth. Evolution is not necessary, which is why the Xiling host has only a few parent machines, and the rest are copies, but this several……"

"Although they are still quite far away from the level of 'mother machine', they have at least taken a crucial step. They have begun to develop creative and emotional tendencies." Sandora handed over the data terminal that she had been playing with for a long time. "This is what I have compiled. There have been about 60 reference-worthy operation reports of these six mass-produced machines in the past year. Since a year ago, their self-inspection speed has been slightly faster than that of other ordinary machines, and it is in the report It was mentioned many times that they acted outside of their assigned tasks, and the frequency of such actions became more and more frequent as time went by. Afterwards, they were inspected and found no faults. Up to now, these six hosts have been significantly stronger. Based on the copy. They can modify their own knowledge base and create some optimization plug-ins that no one has thought of - although the improvement in the entire workflow may be less than 1%, the most significant change The two hosts are numbered xl28 and xl34 respectively. They reset the coordination components of the builder they made and may be trying to start two operating lines at the same time. For mass-produced hosts, this is a design challenge of their own. Limit, but the fact that they had this idea was already challenging common sense. Of course, what challenged common sense even more was that they actually held a birthday party for themselves. Although the party was organized as crudely as a child playing house, they obviously felt very Happy……"

My whole body was deeply shocked at this time. Squatting next to the sofa and looking all the way from left to right, six mass-produced bubbles looked directly at him. From the outside, they seemed to be a little more agile than ordinary people, but their expressions were still so dull. After observing for a long time, I finally saw something from the eyes of the little girl closest to me: she seemed a little uneasy.

"What's the matter, are you worried that you will be sliced ​​and studied?" I suddenly became slightly possessed, my brain twitched, and I asked without thinking. Then the little girl opposite me flattened her mouth: "Tavel, it's terrible, she will definitely do it. Stuff me into a coffin, then cremate me, ah, scan me again every day.”

Me: "Why does this kid talk like this?"

"This is No. 34. I was studying a dual-process simulation script a while ago and burned my language module." Paopao's face subtly pinched the back of the mass-produced host's neck, and the latter suddenly let out a "chi--" "Ji——", and then stopped talking completely, "Look, the newly installed module is still incompatible for some inexplicable reason. It's missing a driver. These girls who have messed around with themselves have cheated their father and then their mother. I still have to reprogram the driver for her!"

What I want to say is that if these six consoles really want to evolve, it would be worth it to program a new operating system for each of them!

There is no doubt that this host numbered 34 has definitely evolved... no, super evolved into a host beast. The content she took the initiative to speak just now is definitely not something that a logic machine can say, and the other host numbered 28 also has it at this time. She made obvious movements, glanced at me cautiously, and asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, we won't be sent to the research institute, will we? Chief Tavel is really scary..."

"I am personally responsible for your situation. I don't trust those scientific lunatics to touch my daughter." Paopao waved his little arms proudly. If she were not one meter tall, this action would be more reliable. , and then the six mass-produced machines all showed expressions of relief and returned to their dull state.

"You see, you have evolved, but you must not have finished evolving. Most of the time, you are still as stupid as a stone." Paopao poked the face of the mass-produced machine, "There are a few others who have also evolved, but they don't have these six." It was so obvious that I didn’t bring her here. Her father, this matter is definitely valuable. Think about it, what a precious unit the Xiling mother machine is. Even in the old empire era, one mother machine was enough to support half a child. The information hub of a sky area, because we can self-replicate without limit, evolve, and even complete scientific research tasks under extreme circumstances. A mother machine can also be used as a hub to connect thousands of slave machines into a super network— -With a mother machine and enough time, you are equivalent to having an entire empire - Hey, I'm so awesome, I'll sign it for you later..."

By the end of the sentence, the bubbles were about to rise. Her ability to get high was really powerful. I have never seen her take out a mirror and look into it and say "You are so awesome". Yes, we can see you today.

Bingtis, who had been listening for a long time and had not interrupted because he didn't understand, finally got a chance to speak. He pointed at Paopao and said righteously: "It's wrong for you to be so shameless. Come on, I'll teach you..."

(The network suffered a catastrophic failure. This was posted outside...) (To be continued)