Chapter 905: You really are born with divine power

The apartment suite has a lot of space, and there are seven or eight young children in the living room, not ordinary children. They all have special functions.
Some can suspend the building blocks, and some can bend the spoon into twists by intention.
Russell has no interest in these little ghosts. He is very clear that these children are not human little ghosts with pipes in their heads, but programs, and intentional functions are a way of expressing their authority.
"Don't think about bending the spoon, that's impossible ..."
The little boy who practiced mindpower was a little self-familiar, or because of his bravery, he passed the spoon in his hand towards Russell and asked him to try to change the shape of the spoon.
Russell shrugged, and crouched down to take the spoon in the little boy's hand. He knew that he was holding a set of data, but he didn't have the authority to see it, but only a spoon.
Seeing Russell cooperating with himself, the little boy smiled: "You need to recognize the reality, but there is no spoon at all."
"So?"
"So you will understand that it is not the spoon that bends, but yourself."
Mind, not the wind is moving, not the sails are moving, but the heart is moving!
Russell raised a brow. He knew this. He wanted to be calm and the wind was endless. It was like he wanted to be a good man from end to end. As a result, the ship broke apart. Go up to black.
"Child, you said the wrong thing in the first sentence. Only you can't do it in the world. There is no impossible."
Russell showed a kind smile and patted the little boy's head: "It's super easy to bend the spoon, Uncle Luo will show it to you."
Squeak! Squeak! squeak----
Russell clapped his hands and left, leaving a little boy with a grimace and ten spoons bent into twists.
One pair could no longer be called spoons, and Russell's hands violently straightened them into chopsticks.
"Wait a minute, sir, the prophet is still meeting other guests."
Seeing that Russell did not wait to walk directly into the kitchen, the black woman hurried forward to stop, but did not use the fart, dragged Russell's arm, and was dragged into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, the Prophet was sharing his baked cookies. Neo picked up a piece and had eaten more than half of it.
When they saw Russell appearing, both of them were stunned. Aside from the prophet's hair burst, Neo was surprised by the appearance of Russell. When Murphy informed him that a prophet existed, he always thought that Russell was a prophet.
"Hello, Mr. Anderson, we meet again."
Russell Kit is in the same place, with a stance of "This mountain is my drive", taking root at his feet and not planning to leave.
Black women could n’t help Russell even by pushing and pulling, and they kept apologizing to the prophet because they were negligent and caused the prophet's guests to be disturbed.
"It doesn't matter, I just finished talking."
The prophet shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't mind. She was an old black woman in her fifties or so. She looked ordinary and nothing special.
"Hello, sir, what should I call you?"
The prophet politely reached out his hand, Russell glanced down and didn't hold it. His backhand caught Neo, who was about to leave. It seemed that the two brothers were good but tough enough to leave the other party as the audience.
The Prophet froze slightly: "Sir, you don't seem to be very friendly."
"I speak well, but it depends on what kind of person is opposite me, unfortunately, you are not even a person." Russell shook his head slightly, cut across the subject, and made clear that the prophet was the truth of the process.
The prophet shook his head and said with a smile, "Can I take your attitude as discrimination?"
"up to you!"
With a face, Neo was forced to be held in place by Russell. After listening to the riddle-like conversation between the two, he suddenly figured out something and was surprised: "Prophet, you are not a human, but a program?"
"The obvious thing, I thought you knew."
The prophet responded to Neo and asked Russell, "Then this gentleman of unknown origin, why did you come to me?"
"Well, aren't you waiting for me?"
"I didn't wait for you, it was only when you appeared that I knew you would come."
The Prophet shook his head: "I can't understand the code on your body, disorderly, chaotic, illogical but traceable ... very contradictory, as if staring into the darkness, all I can think of is inside, but more, all It's beyond my imagination. "
"Interesting, the omnipotent prophet actually doesn't know."
Russell said that the smell of gunpowder was full, and he picked up a baked cookie: "I'm very surprised, since the Prophet knows everything, why does she want to bake cookies? Obviously, with only one thought, she can know the taste of all cookies in the world. "
The Prophet frowned: "Sir, the ending is not important, what is important is the process."
"That is for humans. Machines only need results."
Russell placed the biscuit next to his mouth, thought it was unreliable, and shoved it into Neo's mouth. He continued: "The prophet is simulating humans. As a program, her task is to detect humans in addition to maintaining the stability of the matrix. Feelings, exploring the roots of human self-cognition, looking for the uncertainty of chaos ... "
Every time Russell said a word, Neo's handsome face was pale, and correspondingly, the face of the prophet was darkened.
"The prophet leads human resistance, gives the matrix mothers unwillingness to accept illusory choices, learns the concepts of self, love, sacrifice, etc. from human resistance, and incorporates these concepts into machine civilization, ultimately achieving the purpose of evolution."
Huh!
Neo broke free from Russell's fetters and put on a fighting posture. The target was a prophet who had talked about it in detail. For no reason, he felt that Russell was right.
"Mr. Anderson, what are you so excited about?"
Russell waved his hand and hated it: "It's exciting, if I tell you, there are five generations of saviors before you, wouldn't you want to explode in place."
Neo was standing in place, his body did not explode, his brain exploded, and he was struck by Russell's words to make it indistinguishable from east to west.
"This gentleman, what exactly are you, are you also a program?"
"Ha ha……"
Russell nodded the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose: "The matrix world is 1999, then I am the millennium bug, and the significance of existence is to cause a variety of system dysfunctions until the system crashes."
"No such thing!" The prophet shook his head flatly.
"Yes, the sixth-generation matrix system is not perfect. The advent of the savior means that the system is about to reach the edge of collapse and must be restarted again."
Russell pulled through the stiffened Neo and stuffed a biscuit into his mouth again: "You use that ... Trinity, this name is hard to remember, and implanted the concept of love for the savior, making him different from before Five generations of savior programs, this is very good, love represents infinite possibilities, this silly kid may really make the system upgrade. "
"I ... I'm a program !?"
Russell repeatedly uttered shocking words, hearing that Neo's brain was blank and almost comatose.
"Not all of them, half of you are human."
Russell patted Neo's shoulders and gave good news for comfort. The results were average and Neo's face was whiter.
"This gentleman, you have disrupted my plan ..." The prophet's eyes were cold, as cold and ruthless as steel.
Russell shrugged, ignoring the cold eyes of the prophet, and fearlessly stared at him: "No, I will not say these words now, the designer will tell Neo, if the designer does not say, you will still tell Neo, I just take the time A little earlier, the results are the same. "
Hearing this, the Prophet's face flashed with surprise, and maybe some fear: "How did you know so much, these ... are things that haven't happened yet, the future is unpredictable, you ..."
"The Prophet, the future is in your plan. The savior is locked in love and will only act according to your plan."
Russell took a deep breath: "To tell you the truth, in the future, your plan was successful, and Smith succeeded in infecting the whole world. Eventually, Mr. Anderson and him all ended up, the matrix restarted, and the program gained affection."
"Success !?"
The prophet was so happy that he suddenly saw Russell's smiling face, and immediately said coldly, "No, you are lying to me!"
"I didn't lie to you, but there is no me in this future. When I appear, this future will be eliminated."
Russell grinned, showing his white teeth: "How about, for a better future, come and destroy me!"
The prophet's face changed, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and finally stiffened out: "Why should we eliminate this future, Zion's survivors have not been eliminated, and humans and robots have coexisted. Is peace not good?"
"The peace built on the dominance of the machine, this kind of peace is not rare to me."
Russell dismissed: "You just simulate human feelings, but you cannot learn human selfishness and arrogance. To be fair, this is a good thing, but it also means that you are a flawed program after all!"
The Prophet is equally firm: "You are indeed discriminating, human civilization is over, machine civilization is inevitable, and learning takes time, and I believe we will learn human feelings one day."
"Do not!"
Russell pulled down his sunglasses and looked directly at the Prophet ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The eyes were so dark that the light couldn't escape: "I said you are a flawed program, do you mean that you have feelings, understand?"
The prophet was furious, the value of his existence was completely denied by Russell, and he experienced real anger for the first time.
The contempt and arrogance in Russell's eyes, like a human who had never given the machine 'human rights', trampled her dignity severely, and a series of complex feelings flashed through, which made her anger repeatedly intensify.
Huh! !!
The wall was violently knocked open. A man wearing a vintage Han suit, a white coat with an upper body, and black trousers with a lower body, stepped out with round sunglasses, his eyes pierced Russell through the sunglasses.
"Wow, Chang Wei, you really have a natural power!"
Russell smiled coldly, and under the gaze of the Prophet, the five-finger grip clasped Nio's neck: "Prophet, come and guess, would I dare to kill Mr. Anderson?"
prophet:"……"
Neo: "..."