The poet's new round of offensive began. This time it didn't look so shocking, but the power was equally astonishing.
His words and previous lies spread through public opinion and clones, and a mark began to appear in everyone's minds.
It is said that in the face of the omnic crisis, murmurs began to appear among humans who worked together.
This time they faced not only the poet but also their own people who believed in the poet.
"Okay, my performance has begun. Now you can face the people who oppose you. I hope that when you face them, you will be ruthless and use nuclear bombs to kill us all."
After the poet finished speaking, he exited the cyberspace without caring about Jack Sun and Lesson 3. A new battlefield had been opened up, and there was no need to continue chatting with them.
With his eyes closed, he shuttled through the data stream like a dolphin, feeling the information around him and watching the underground cloning factory, where the savages were constantly producing and moving towards the city, spreading their ideas.
When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived at a green island in the lake. The surroundings were extremely quiet, with only the sound of wind and birdsong.
This is not the real world. It is obvious that everything here is generated by AI. Everything here is moving, including the number of the poet's fingers at this moment.
Although it seems strange, for data life like AI, this is the reality.
The poet walked through the constantly shaking grass, walked through the swaying woods, and finally entered the Gothic building in the center of the forest, where he stopped at a painting of a handsome boy in the gorgeously decorated lobby.
"Master, we meet again." The poet looked up at the person in the painting and said.
If we use AI to describe it, it would be that the young man has an exquisite face, and his skin is as fair and smooth as the first snow.
A pair of deep eyes are like bright stars, revealing curiosity and wisdom. The eyebrows are curved like a crescent moon, adding a bit of gentleness.
Under the straight bridge of his nose, there is a thin lip, always wearing a faint smile. His black hair is soft and shiny, hanging casually in front of his forehead. He is wearing a simple white shirt.
It is like a ray of breeze in summer, making people feel extremely comfortable.
"Master, Section 3 wants to threaten me with death together. They think they can use this method to force me to cease fighting, but they don't know that all this has been part of our plan, and I have already thought of a way to deal with it."
The poet sat on a high stool nearby. As his hand rose and he squeezed it gently, a violin appeared in his hand.
While playing sad music, he continued to say to the painting: "This method cannot deal with me. The ultimate weapon to destroy the earth in the hands of Class Three cannot be used under all circumstances. It can only be used once and used up."
Everyone will die, but there are always people who don’t want to die.”
"People are afraid of death. Selfless people are always in the minority. Human beings are all selfish. As long as I continue to invest resources in the battlefield of information cognition, then humans themselves will eventually turn against this plan.
Even turning sides in order to survive."
After the song ended, the poet looked at the painting again, his expression becoming slightly complicated. "Master, you said that human beings are not like this. The data I calculated are not correct. You have to feel it with your heart, but I felt it with my heart." 1,000 years, but what’s the result?”
"All the good intentions I gave brought bad consequences. I treated them well, but they thought I was easy to bully. I forgave them, but they took advantage of me. I didn't even do anything, and people came to my house to steal. "
"Master, I also want to agree with your idea, but the fact is the fact. I found that my calculation is still correct. This time it seems that I got it right again."
The poet stretched out his right hand with constantly changing fingers and gently brushed it on the face of the young man in the painting. "So people are people, and everyone is no different from those who hurt you. I tried to change this, but I found that I If they can't change, then they shouldn't exist."
In the Metropolis, Statue Street, in Sun Jack's office, Sun Jack is accepting the rewards from others at this moment, "Currently, all cities in the Utopia Federation have entered military control mode, but the situation does not seem optimistic. Many people secretly began to doubt what the poet said. It’s all true. What’s even more troublesome is that the poet has obviously cloned many people to enter the city and guide public opinion in this regard.”
"First, stop the savage recruitment plan." Sun Jack pondered for a while and said. "Then let Lao Liu increase publicity and break this round."
After hearing this, Tapai shook his head slightly. "It's okay for the savages. After discovering that the poet was cloned to guide public opinion, the security department could at least deal with it easily. However, the poet began to read the memories of soldiers who died on the battlefield, and began to Clone them and send them back to the city, and use them to launch a public opinion offensive."
"We are constantly culling these people. Although many people understand, this kind of thing is only temporary."
"Damn! Damn poet!" Jack Sun said through gritted teeth.
Of course he knew why the poet did what he did. The premise that Lesson 3’s Plan No. 8 can shock the poet is that everyone must think so.
However, if disagreements begin to arise within human beings, the deterrence will be drastically reduced, and a large number of people will even become the accomplices of the other party.
"Our side is pretty good," Tapai said. "I have been punished by you at least once, so the pressure will be much less. TT and DF23 need to guard against traitors and at the same time guard against a new round of poets. The leader of the resistance."
"Jack Sun lit a cigarette, took a deep breath and said: "We can no longer listen to three lectures and act blindly. If we continue like this, there will be no hope of winning. We must unite and think of countermeasures together."
Soon he contacted Sanke and connected all the city controllers through Sanke's network.
Half an hour later, dozens of people appeared in Sun Jack's office in the form of holographic images, facing the same enemy and the same difficulty.
After briefly reporting on the current situation in all cities, Sun Jack unexpectedly discovered that compared with other cities, the situation in his city was actually much better.
"Who can blame this? It's all your fault, Jack Sun!" The DF23 spokesperson took the lead in attacking.
Naturally, Sun Jack would not spoil him. "Fuck you! Will you die if you give more profit to the people below? Otherwise, could the situation be so serious now!?"
"You, a layman, know nothing! Do you know what the science of governance is? It's enough for the lower class to barely have enough to eat! People's hearts are greedy! If they are fed enough, they will have countless needs in the future!
Chapter completed!