"What is this?" Looking at the bizarre things in front of you, Jack Sun was confused and couldn't figure out the situation.
"This is the poet's internal network, what about the data flow? What about the computing power node? Did I be discovered? This is the sandbox he used to install me?"
With a nervous mood, Jack Sun began to walk forward while checking.
He didn't know where this was, but what he was looking for was definitely not here. There was no poet's understanding that he needed to assimilate. This is just a simple painting.
Jack Sun slowly passed through the oil painting, and he didn't quickly avoid being noticed by the scanning software inside his body. He pretended that he was a poet who really loved art and was wandering around in this peerless masterpiece.
When passing through Van Gogh's "Starry Sky", Sun Jie saw Mona Lisa smiling at him, followed by "Scream", "Birth of Venus", "Athens School", "Night Tour"
What kind of scene is the internal network of AI? Jack Sun simulated it before coming. Cold logic, efficient data flow, and various fast-running but cooperating with each other?
He had thought about many kinds, but there would never be such. The originally cold machinery was filled with paintings of various artists.
When various paintings with extremely high artistic nature appeared in front of Jack Sun in the form of data, he couldn't tell whether these were really works of art or just some simple data.
Jack Sun can see the browsing history here. The poet seems to come here often. He obviously likes these works of art very much and is not tired of it no matter how many times he sees it.
After Jack Sun passed through this painting without any abnormality, Jack Sun was finally sure that this was not a trap for the poet. He was just sent to the poet's art collection through the port.
There are many favorites like this, and there are all kinds of artworks contained in it. In addition to paintings, there are also various 3D modeling data.
Through a simple analysis, Jack Sun compiled the logic of the poet doing this. Obviously, as an artist, he couldn't bear to see these out-of-print masterpieces disappear completely, so he collected them in the form of data.
I can only say that he really likes art, not just poetry or rock, but also tried painting in the past. There are names that are wrong and not wrong nicknames. It can be seen that he is indeed a cultural person who likes art.
Looking at everything in front of him and thinking about what he is doing now, what Sun Jack just wants to say is: "Damn, cultural people are just pretentious."
After Sun Jack figured out the situation, he began to speed up and quickly escaped from here. He didn't have much time to watch the poet's collection now.
After he came out of it, the situation finally returned to the picture he imagined. The poet's entire internal network was like a complex digital maze, full of endless data flows and complex algorithm paths, like a giant city appeared in front of him.
At this moment, Jack Sun seemed to be in a three-dimensional space intertwined by light and shadow. They flashed in different colors and represented various types of information, from simple numbers, text to complex images, audio and even multi-dimensional sensing data.
These data streams flow like rivers on virtual "streets", sometimes converging into wide rivers, sometimes dispersing into thin streams, shuttled between the "cities" composed of this algorithm node. The place filled with artworks that Sun Jack walked out before was just one of the doors of the city.
"Is this the overall operating system of the poet? How far has he evolved in so much time?" Sun Jack couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the shocking scene in front of him.
However, a new round of scans began again, and this round of scans became more careful. Although they passed, this made Sun Jack nervous.
"No, I can't delay any more. I must do it as soon as possible before the poet notices it."
Jack Sun began to move, everything that was digitized was browsing and copying. He began to disguise himself through disguise software and began to find his own goals.
Jack Sun moves rapidly in algorithm nodes between cities. He knows that this is the poet's brain neurons. They are not just static processors, but can be dynamically adjusted and self-optimized.
Each node undertakes specific data processing or decision-making tasks. They are connected to each other through high-speed and low-latency virtual links, forming a huge and efficient neural network.
By analyzing the data between each node, Sun Jack quickly understood the external situation, and the various strategic intelligence collected by the poet was presented to him in full swing.
"Damn, have more than 30 cities been destroyed? The population has died almost 100 million!"
This made him feel worse at this moment, but if he wanted to keep others alive, he had to accomplish his purpose.
"The poet also has troops on the moon ring? When there is a party after finishing work, it is best to find a way to pass on the news."
Various information quickly passed by him. Sun Jack saw a detection screen, which immediately made his heart skip. That was AA!
A group of AAs are building something day and night. Just when Sun Jack thought AA was building a nuclear bomb again, the data detection program of the poet next to him had quickly given the answer.
(Cobalt-salt hydrogen bomb, doomsday weapon, places cobalt (59Co) around explosives in the nuclear bomb. When the nuclear bomb explodes in the stratosphere, the neutrons generated in the nuclear reaction will convert cobalt 59 into radioactive isotope cobalt 60, returning to the earth in the form of dust, polluting the ground. When cobalt 60 decays into nickel 60, it will emit gamma rays of 17-33MeV. Its half-life is 27 years, which gives cobalt 60 sufficient time to spread and maintain sufficient radioactive intensity. As long as the quantity is sufficient, it can completely destroy the entire earth.)
"My God, AA is secretly carrying me on his back and what are you doing?"
At this moment, AA, wearing an exoskeleton in the picture, turned his head and looked at the other self, and said loudly: "Everyone! The boss said! He needs the most powerful weapon! It is enough to destroy the whole world, and we must continue to increase our power!"
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"This is the task given to us by the boss! We can't help with other things, but in such things, we can't embarrass the Utopian Logistics Department!!"
Hearing this, the other AAs immediately responded with great momentum and began to work overtime.
Jack Sun found that according to the data detected by the poet, it was obvious that the cobalt bombs had been completed and all began to go down the production line. At this moment, AA is experimenting with other isotopes, trying to increase the radiation half-life as much as possible to ensure that his task is exceeded.
He had previously given the task of creating weapons to destroy the world for AA, but he really underestimated his subordinates. He didn't expect that the other party actually did it! What he didn't expect was that the poet actually detected it directly!
At this moment, Jack Sun was very nervous. What he was nervous about was not AA's plan, what he was nervous about was the abnormal data here.
He could see the data streams begin to gather on nearby algorithm nodes, as if they were having a fierce debate and finally selecting the best solution.
"I am following the old path again. This curved wood of human nature will definitely not create anything straight. The danger level of AA clones will be increased A-, and the cleaning will begin."
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