Chapter 112
The referendum was set to be held in seven days.
Everyone could vote whether to turn off Turing through the smart watch bound to their wrist.
This shut down didn’t mean abandoning high-end technology but only obliterating Turing’s “intelligence”.
Tools should not have minds of their own.
No Machine should pass the Turing test either.
But before that, daily life still needed to proceed according to the schedule.
The students who were wandering in the field were driven back to the second floor of the school for physical exercise.
Si Chen observed and found that the Carolians probably focused their talent points on intelligence. Generally speaking, their physical fitness was not very good. They could run a kilometer in six to seven minutes. Thirty push-ups tired them out so much that they could no longer lift theirs arms. Forget about heavy-duty endurance and strength training such as long-distance running with heavy loads.
Si Chen thought for a moment, then walked next to the robot coach and asked, “Teacher, what is the use of practicing all this? Has physical fitness really improved compared to a hundred years ago?”
The Machine replied sternly, “Of course. According to the data, the average height of the new generation of Carolians have increased by 6cm.”
Si Chen: “…”
His current body had maintained its original size, which is 1.8 meters. In his original world, this could only be regarded as satisfactory.
However, now, Si Chen was generally half to a head taller than the other Carolians.
Far away from the protection of the Machines, Si Chen was afraid these Carolians would have no chance of surviving in the face of supernatural disasters.
But some people apparently didn’t think so.
Si Chen was actually very curious about the technology here, especially the manufacturing and operating principles of high-end mechanical weapons and artificial intelligence.
It was a pity that he was a high school student and had no access to relevant knowledge.
At four o’clock, it was time for school to end.
The humans walked from the gym on the second floor back to the classroom on the first floor to wait for dinner.
The robots push in the dining carts and distributed food, still in the form of lunch boxes.
Si Chen opened it and saw that dinner was galzed chicken wings, minced pork in sweet and sour sauce and stir-fried lotus root.
The blood in the classrooms had been wiped away and if it weren’t for the whispered discussions during the meal, it would be as if everything had never happened.
“Do we really want to shut down Turing? What about the high-dimensional invasion?”
A male classmate replied categorically, “Actually, the high-dimensional invasion ended long ago. Turing has kept us locked up because it didn’t want to lose its rulership. You’re all just brainwashed by this school!”
Si Chen couldn’t help glancing at him.
The prosthetic eye popped up with a message.
[Citizen : He Rui (Number ***)]
He Rui was also a member of the Freedom Association. When shouting the chant his morning, he’d shouted the loudest.
The classmate on the other side said, “But when we were children, we all watched those documentaries.”
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In order to allow humans to understand the dangers of the outside world, while the Carolians are in elementary school, they would watch documentaries together with their Machine guardians to learn.
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He Rui looked disdainful.. “Don’t you know? According to the Association’s latest research, those video tapes were all artificially synthesized! Turing has been deceiving us.”
Everyone around them looked surprised. “No way…”
“I will prove it to you,” He Rui replied decisively.
Allowing humans to keep learning was also one of the instructions left by the previous Carolians.
But mechanical instructions were obviously unable to deal with complex situations.
Turing’s daily computing workload was terrifying but he still could not guarantee that everything would be under his control.
After all, no matter how smart he may be, he could not monitor people’s thoughts.
At 4:50 in the afternoon, the robot teacher began to organize the students to leave school and return to the dormitory by train to end the day.
The train stopped at the transportation station and Si Chen followed the flow of people back to the carriage.
Normally, during summertime, the departure time for the train is 5:45, the latest is 6:00 pm.
They needed to ensure that students are able return to their dormitories before dark, otherwise problems may arise.
Si Chen stood by the carriage and heard the conductor in charge of security checks reporting to the teacher in the school. “According to the clock-in record, there is still one person left to get on the train. His name is He Rui, and his number is ***.”
“Roger, searching.”
On the watch, time passed minute by minute.
By six o’clock, He Rui still hadn’t gotten into the carriage.
The train doors slowly closed, carrying the passengers back towards the dormitory.
At half past six, the vehicle arrived at the dormitory.
Unless you change schools, generally speaking, the dormitories will not change.
Si Chen got out of the car and walked to back to his room, relying on his memory and the prompts from his watch.
There were mechanical dormitory guards patrolling the corridors ensure that the humans returned to their rooms within the specified time.
Si Chen could actually understand the Carolian people’s feelings of suffocation and collapse.
Even if they were guaranteed food, clothing and housing, having no entertainment, a fixed daily itinerary and forced exercise, this life was no different from being in jail.
If at a time like this, someone with intentions were to use the words “original way of life” and “the world outside the Safe Zone” to incite emotions, the conflict between humans and Machines will be almost inevitable.
Si Chen was looking for his dorm room when the person walking towards him suddenly said, “Flesh and blood are weak.”
The prosthetic eyes showed that he was a Safe Zone citizen.
Si Chen paused in his steps and answered in a quiet voice: “…Machinery transcends?”
Flesh and blood are weak, machinery transcends.
This was the slogan taken up by Evolutionaries on the road of mechanical transformation.
Although this was a mechanical world, Si Chen didn’t see a single mechanical Evolutionary except for the cold Machines.
The man’s expression suddenly became excited. “Damn it, it’s been so long. I finally found someone. I almost thought I was dreaming. #@￥@#%￥…”
He looked so excited that he was on the verge of tears.
He and Si Chen were in the same school and he’d been secretly observing the other before. But only now did he find the opportunity to confirm.
The man’s next words completely stunned Si Chen.
“I am an employee of Eight Directions Technology, my name is Zhao Zixin, mechanical evolution, Fifth Step. This Space Fold is too weird. Why did we become Carolians? Why are there so many locals around us? … Moreover,” Zhao Zixin tried to tamp down the trembling in his voice, “Why do we keep coming back to today? This is the third time! When will it end?”
Si Chen quickly grasped the key point. “What happened the first two times?”
Zhao Zixin quickly reacted, “You don’t know?”
“I’m,” Si Chen pointed to his head, “called Si Chen and I’m an employee of Serpent Staff Gene. I was injured a little in this instance and my memory isn’t very good. I can only remember that I entered the Space Fold. ”
His expression was appropriately confused.
Zhao Zixin took a deep breath.
“This is the third time the world has restarted. Each time it starts from today. We go to school and encounter a Carolian protest, demanding that Turing be shut down.”
“In the first referendum, Turing was banished. The Machine System left behind gradually collapsed and the Carolians couldn’t hold against the supernatural invasion. I was lucky and I survived until the 30th year, when the world restarted.”
“The results of the second referendum were the same as the last one. But Turing refused to hand over control and launched the ‘Turing Clearance Plan’. This clearance plan isn’t a clearance of mankind but to a clearance of himself. He set up 13 levels and said that as long as someone can pass all 13 levels, he would agree to shut down his own central system.”
“At first, everyone was very excited.” Zhao Zixin hesitated, “But these 13 levels were too difficult and no one could pass them.”
Si Chen asked, “What were they?”
“You have to spend a night with the high-dimensional creatures outside the Safe Zone. Every day that passes, the high-dimensional creatures released will be more terrifying. From the seventh day on, there would be unmanageable ghosts and monsters. No one could survive 13 days.”
“I also participated in the ‘Turing Clearance Plan’ because I thought that as long as I cleared all the levels, I could leave this Space Fold… I’ve entered supernatural instances several times before and I’ve lived through the haunted world line for thirty years. My overall quality and ability is much better than these Carolians. But I only managed to reach the sixth night.”
Si Chen could completely imagine Turing 2’s mentality.
-Since you are clamoring to go out, then go out and take a look.
-Look what the world would be like without my protection.
Zhao Zixin: “The humans hated Turing more than they did the first time. They think he’s a tyrant, a predator, and a ruthless silicon-based life form. The entire social atmosphere became even more desperate. Tens of thousands of humans participate in the clearance plan every day… feeling that its better to be dead than alive.”
In the Disaster Zone where Si Chen lived, in addition to people taking dopamine drugs, there are also some people who like to experience “virtual death.” In the game cabin of underground black market Internet cafes, you can experience the pleasure of death through virtual games.
Si Chen is a person who cherishes his life and thus avoids these black market Internet cafes. He had no idea why anyone would be fascinated by near-death experiences.
But the Carolians apparently didn’t feel that way.
“By the 30th year, no one had passed all levels and there were less than 300,000 Carolians left. The world restarted again, now for the third time.”
Zhao Zixin grabbed his hair tightly, “Don’t they say that the Space Fold will automatically end when its energy is exhausted? Why am I still here after 60 years? If you kill the BOSS, you can unlock the Space Fold. During the first time Turing should have died after the referendum. How can we get out of here?”
He was afraid of attracting the guards, so he didn’t even dare to speak too loudly. His face was full of despair.
It would be hard for anyone stuck in a Space Fold for sixty years not to go crazy.
It was going to be bedtime soon.
The voice of the dormitory supervisor came from the loudspeaker above theirs heads. The patrol was about to begin. “Please take the remaining humans to return to their rooms as soon as possible. Do not remain outside.”
Si Chen glanced at Zhao Zixin and whispered, “We’ll talk about it at school tomorrow.”
***
Turing opened his eyes. Metal wires were connected to his back.
He was lying in a coffin-like metal capsule filled with liquid.
These fluids are meant to prevent his body from rusting over time.
Although it used the most advanced technology of the Carolians, this body was still too backwards for the current Turing.
Turing’s consciousness in this body felt like an entire ocean forced to fit in a large pond.
He put his hands on the edge of the metal cabin and sat up from the liquid.
This body was completely made of metal and its limbs were all assembled from prosthetics. Without the fused bionic skin, the metal torso was left completely exposed to the air.
It was sexless and it didn’t even have a face in the human sense. The upper half of his face was covered with metal, leaving only an angular chin exposed.
This body was built solely for fighting.
But for some unknown reason, for the sake of beauty, the manufacturer actually glued decorative hair on Turing.
Turing’s gaze swept across the central control room, a very calm expression on his face.
This ws a world composed of complicated data that he had eliminated and everything was simulated based on past experiences.
This metal body was the body he used before he’d obtained the name “Ji Chuyao”. It was made by the Carolians.
In fact, this body had been destroyed long ago.
But in this data, it still existed.
As a Super Machine, Turing had completely been able to calculate the results of the vote back then.
It knew it would be shut down.
It required the voting to happen after 7 days. The purpose was to arrange for the Machine in the Safe Zone to still be able to work as usual after being separated from the control of the master brain.
In other words, it was to extend the life of these robots.
Even if he was to be shut down by humans, Turing did not have any unnecessary emotions at that time and just faithfully carried out his order to protect humans.
The only surprise was that humans did not have the ability to completely shut down Turing.
It had separated from the computer room and its original body, but it still existed. So long as there was still an Apocalypse Machine remaining, it cannot be shut down.
The direction Carolian civilization took was consistent with the results of the first simulation.
The desperate Carolians tried their best to restart Turing thirty years after the referendum. But it was too late.
His personality was born through the collapse of a civilization.
It probably never occurred to the Carolians even until their deaths that the last widows of their civilization would be a group of mechanical creations.
This complicated data often caused Turing to crash.
So he removed them from his database and sealed them into a memory chip.
Turing knew very well that everything around him was fake and was data simulated by the chip that generates intelligence.
As long as he wants to, he could actually leave this virtual world at any time.
But he was still stuck in this data.
Restarting again and again.
Our poor Turing
😞 Si Abyss where are you
Poor turing😭, now si shall save him! Thanks for the update! ☺️🩷
Hm, why he can’t leave?
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Rinse and repeat… this is insanity… Thanks for the update ❤️
Fuck?!