Chapter 193: From the beginning, the direction was wrong

But ... how is this possible?
If Woolf's host is not in the Ninth Military District, where will it be?
Are there multiple hosts?
No, the situation of multiple hosts has been considered when modeling, and the experimental results have been clearly verified. It seems that there is only one host.
In fact, only one host is in line with reality, because this thing is not a soft pottery that can be formed by pinching and throwing it in the oven. Even Marshal Woolf can do such a super artificial intelligence without knowing it. It has also made people wonder how he has control over the Alliance Central. Can it still be mass produced? But the artificial intelligence Woolf was born just over a month ago, and the first galaxy has been a mess, and it should not have had time to make a spare copy for itself.
So what's the problem?
"You have no problem in thinking, no problem in modeling, and no problem in calculation." Thomas Yang, as the technical core of the Silver Ten Guards, has no obligation to quickly test the data returned by everyone.
Lu Bixing turned his gaze him and listened to these three "no problems", but his heart sank.
"Be careful!"
Lu Bixing was too late to ask questions, the chasing artificial intelligence mecha regiment had rushed over, and the high-energy particle cannons rubbing against the mech's protective cover. At this time, Lu Bixing's mech was no longer heavy armor, and the protective cover shook violently The mech's gravity system failed to respond.
Lu Bixing stumbled and fell directly into Thomas Yang's stereo projection: "What's the problem?"
"President, the actual problem is not an application problem solved during the exam," Thomas Yang said, "any problem outside the condition may arise ... For example, your multi-layer encryption may have been invaded by artificial intelligence, it can let you collect The data donkeys do n’t have the right lips; for another example, is the first galaxy interstellar channel map you used to model must be accurate, in case there are secret transition points that the senior members of the Alliance do not know? Or you simply ... "
Thomas Young's projection was blurred by the interference of the particle cannon. Lu Bixing's spirit was pressured by the soothing agent No. 6 to maintain his mind, but his brain seemed to be dead.
"... You are simply wrong, the host may not exist at all as you think. Historically, the super artificial intelligence host in the old ephemeris era mostly existed on the ground or space base, but in the new ephemeris era, Is it necessarily the same? If the host is not on the same space station as you think? Is it impossible to be a group of multiple space stations? Is it impossible to exist in a more alternative way? If so, the premise of modeling is Wrong, Chief! "
The small mech couldn't resist the fierce firepower, walked around, left and right, and the people inside were like confetti in a kaleidoscope. If it were not for the space army's decades of hard physical training, it would probably have spit out the brain Already.
Lu Bixing was slammed back and forth by protective gas, and a guard shouted to the ground, trying to put on his spacesuit.
"Sir, next ... what ... what next?"
Lu Bixing was speechless.
He didn't know what to do, and no one knew what to do.
Either use the wormhole to hit the time difference, or use yourself as a bait to lock the position of the Woolf host.
Dancing on the blade, where are there so many "planB"?
If you know where you are wrong and where you missed, maybe so many human coalition elites come together, brainstorm, and you can learn quickly and remedy.
But just as Thomas Young said, their thinking, modeling, and inference are without problems. The problem lies in the "superclass" part, and there are infinite possibilities.
Scattered human coalitions are like prey locked one by one, each trapped in a siege, and the current resistance is nothing more than a dying struggle.
Even if Lu Luxing can boil his brains and go through all the hardships and bring everyone back together, what else can he do to lock down the mainframe?
And even if there is a in the world and he can't stand the extinction of human beings, he will descend from the sky to a "Super Artificial Intelligence Shutdown Manual", how much time does he have to implement?
How long has it been since the top ten swords invaded the eighth galaxy?
Seven days? Nine days? Ten days?
Can Lin Jingheng wait another ten days?
Can the eighth galaxy wait for him for another ten days?
Relief No. 6 lay silently in his veins, so that he would not collapse and despair.
Under the influence of external forces, Lu Bixing thought calmly and rationally: "If I didn't give up the son-in-law plan then?"
The son-in-law's plan is very dangerous. The test subject is dead for a lifetime, and many people with bad luck will die during the transformation. Those who are unwilling to take risks will stick to the identity of ordinary people. Over time, classes will divide, resources will be re-allocated, evolutionary and ordinary people will reduce intermarriage, and even treat gene exchange with each other as a conventional taboo ... the world A lot of bad things happen.
But removing all the above, he will have a group of Superman.
The Superman militants are extremely capable of resisting the attack of the spiritual net, and they are well aware that they can sleep all the time. They are so strong that they do not need any training and exceed the best space army.
Superman technicians are tired and energetic. The technological explosion of the eighth galaxy will further accelerate, and new technologies, new weapons, and new economic growth points will emerge endlessly.
Anyway, he is now guilty of this crime. If he was decisive, he dared to walk like Lin Jingyi and carry out the son-in-law plan. Will the civil war not break out? Is the strength of the eighth galaxy far from what it is now?
So ... is it possible that they don't have to risk the war, as they do now, without the hope of defeating artificial intelligence?
Maybe as Thomas said, at the beginning, the direction was wrong.
Maybe the world doesn't need a fearsome person to lead the way.
Eighth Galaxy-
The Artificial Intelligence Corps has taken a step forward.
"Beware, sir," Zhanlu suddenly sent a message to Lin Jingheng in the spirit network. "They are too close."
Lin Jingheng was excited.
Zhanlu's words just came down, and just a few supplies came from the eighth galaxy.
The supply ship is a "truck", which is basically mechanical and automatic. The supply ship is mainly energy-efficient and saves money. When designing that year, no one expected that their enemy would be artificial intelligence one day. At this time, these self-driving supply ships suddenly went out of control collectively, rushing into their own camp from behind like crazy, even the food and medicine supply ships were ignored, and several of them were armed ammunition carriers!
"Flash away!"
The out-of-control supply ship exploded collectively, and several surrounding mechas were too late to be caught in the explosion. The Eighth Galaxy Self-Defense Force suffered from the back of the enemy, like a broken flag on both sides.
Lin Jingheng was dropped on the wall by the weightless mech, and a muffled sound hit his back. The ring box in his pocket was dropped, and he just slipped through the gap of protective gas. He didn't catch it, so he rolled out.
"Hell, how long are their anti-missile systems broken?"
At this time, Lin Jingheng had no time to manage it. He didn't arrange the team and drove the mech directly into the artificial intelligence army. The speed was increased to the highest level that the mech could bear, and he could almost start an emergency jump. The headed Long Yuan immediately locked the command ship where the Self-Defense Forces Command was located, and all the small artificial mechs around it closed towards him--
"Liu Yuanzhong!"
When Liu Yuanzhong saw the command ship moving, he immediately noticed that he was ready to cooperate with him. At this time, while Long Yuan was swept away by the command ship, he immediately rushed in from the other side. Silver Six cleaned up very efficiently. The entire row of artificial intelligence mechs and artificial intelligence missiles also chased the moon like Lin Yunheng for a dozen, and the three parties were interlocked, almost becoming a closed loop.
Zhan Lu: "Beware they use particle guns to interfere with your channel."
As soon as his voice fell, another AI legion ushered in. A row of high-energy particle cannons collided, and the small mech's protective cover burst into sparks. He was pushed fiercely towards the tangled missile group behind him. .
At this moment, Lin Jingheng suddenly unloaded his arsenal—the inventory in his arsenal had bottomed out, and it was launched with such a brain that only the ignition power collided with several enemy missiles, matching the oncoming high energy With a stream of particles, the arsenal resembles a sunflower that suddenly opens up, and the mechanized body that detached from it is just in the quiet center of the storm, freeing itself from the current of energy.
The rushed silver six drove Long Yuan to the dead end, and made this arrogant super heavy armor into a sieve.
With a single blow, Liu Yuanzhong's legs were soft: "You scared me to be a commander!"
Lin Jingheng had no time to shiver General Liu, who was scared to cry. The Self-Defense Forces were heavily damaged. Small mechas were on the field. They were highly mobile, but they were destined not to carry much weapons and energy. Supply must be kept up. At this point, even the command ship's arsenal bottomed out, showing that they had desperately needed supplies.
Only the wave of emergency supplies was cut off by artificial intelligence, which is even worse.
"Commander, I ..."
Before Li Furan finished, Zhan Lu in the spirit network had already reported: "Silver is shrinking its strength on the one hand and it is judged that the ammunition is insufficient."
Zhanlu ’s judgment is also the judgment of the other party ’s artificial intelligence. Lin Jingheng did not wait for Li Furan to finish his speech and immediately ordered:
Bayer, support!

The artificial intelligence army suddenly pressed up, Bayer failed to catch up, and the almost exhausted silver was too much to beat, and it was immediately scattered.
The line of defense is broken!
The first galaxy.
In the communication channel, people were talking about the chief commander, and Lu Bixing waved out and tried to put him in a space suit or an eco-class peace guard: "I ..."
His action was a little bigger, and the notebook in the jacket inside the jacket fell out. In the mecha with unstable gravity system, it floated out of the air. Lu Bixing was quick to catch his eyes, and he took it back with a little strength. The old notebook was not banned, and several pieces of paper were ripped off by him.
Lu Bixing casually rolled the notebook into his arms, and unconsciously distressed the
Treasure of the Town Hall
that can enter the memorial hall, but the next moment, his eyes inadvertently swept over the pieces of paper that were torn off by him. Prince Charles' record of the last battle.
"... It will be necessary to close Votor then, to trap Prince Hels, it must be ensured. Hubert, the fate of all humanity is in your hands. No matter what happens, Prince Hels will not disappear. , You must not open the 'magic box' ... "
Woolf himself was responsible for closing Votor when they trapped Prince Hels.
It seemed as if a light had flowed into his brain along the cracked paper gap--
Woolf closed Votor himself.
The first galaxy closed by Woolf himself.
Twenty-year-old Woolf said categorically that "artificial intelligence without frameworks will eventually become our enemy."
"The fate of all humanity is in your hands."
Immediately before the departure, the anxious sentence of Captain Nagus of the Samsung Department was "Can I wait until I return to the Samsung Department."
Without the main force, can the major galaxies in the air defense really wait for six years?
All humans ...
Don't disappear, never open the "Magic Box".
"Give me the map of the interstellar waterway of the Ninth Military Region." Lu Bi looked up slyly.
The first galaxy channel map in his personal terminal immediately focused on the ninth military region-the ninth military region was the area closest to the direction of the second galaxy. The garrison location and the location of each transition point were very clear on the channel map.
Thomas Young: "General director, what's wrong?"
"The test results clearly show that the host is in the Ninth Military Region." Lu Bixing quickly sorted out his thoughts. "Uncle Bu has successfully cleared the transition point in the outermost circle of the Ninth Military Region, but the Woolf host has not been successfully isolated. Located in the Ninth Military District, but not in the enclosure ... "
Thomas Yang: "What do you mean, the commander-in-chief of the Bossian bombed the wrong jump point? No ... it was all automatically locked by the mech according to the interstellar channel map, and it was impossible to slide by hand."
"The jump point in the outermost circle of the Ninth Military Region is not the one we have locked in. There are still here."
"Wait," Hopper interjected, "that jump point belongs to the key point of the Alliance Jump Online. Didn't it have been blown up when Unicom one or two galaxies and sniper Pirate Freedom Army?"
"The bombed transition point has lost its functionality, but it is still transitioning online."
"Mr. Chief, do you know what energy level a jump point is?" Poisson Yang frowned. "Especially the key transportation network of this kind of people can be repaired one and a half years after the bombing. How could the eighth galaxy be closed for a century and only enter and exit from the natural wormhole area? "
"The transition point communicates time and space and is also part of the telecommunications network," Lu Bixing said to the driver indiscriminately. "But the energy required for these two functions is not a level, right?"
Poisson popped.
Lu Bixing: "Follow me, otherwise, do you have any other way now?"
This sentence is true, anyway, all people are stunned, confused, whoever stands up and points in a random direction, everyone will follow.
"Let's bet once." Lu Bixing whispered.
Hope heard: "What bet, Teacher Lu?"
"Bet closed Votto in person, blasted the beginning of the new era, and Marshal Woolf, who has been diving for 300 years, is not a brainless anti-society who simply wants to lean over the computer for generations to come." Lu Bixing said to himself. He said, "Isolated Lin Jingyu. Although the chip empire of the Free Legion could not come down, it also prevented other galaxies from waiting for rescue. The world turned around every five years and it was enough for humans to destroy it once every six years. He should not have thought of this. "
Hope: "Ah?"
Poisson Yang decisively ordered: "After three silver breaks!"
Silver three out of the crowd, blocking the artificial intelligence pursuit, Lu Bixing took his men's miscellaneous army to make an emergency jump.
"Thanks, brother."
They were like a detached arrow, suddenly shooting from the swamp, pointing in an inexplicable direction.
The artificial intelligence mechas along the way rushed up wave by wave.
"After the First Galaxy Border Guards break you, Chief Lu."
"We belong to the Central Army of the Second Galaxy, Chief Lu, you go first--"
Mixed mixed army soldiers peeled off layer by layer, like armor after armor, blocking the pursuit.
Lu Bixing has made four emergency jumps in a row and has reached the blocked border of the first galaxy.
"Okay, it's just us." Hope sighed. "Can we preach legally in the future, Teacher Lu?"
Lu Bixing insisted: "Dream, unless I step down."
"Oh, okay." The Great Prophet shrugged. "Then ... the Star Pirates will break for you, for life and nature."
The Fangwuwu stopped the last group of followers, and Lu Bixing's mech accelerated again.
He saw a huge man-made space station at the jump site that was supposed to be blown up and ruined.
In the eighth galaxy, the super heavy armor Chixiao tore the defense line of the Self-Defense Forces, Lin Jingheng could not control the other, and jumped to intercept.
Turan hissed: "Commander, your arsenal has been unloaded!"
Is he really going to die as a barricade?
And they have to explain to Lu Bixing again like she did in the past ...
Lin Jingheng has come out of the jump point, facing Chixiao directly.
Just then, a message came from Galaxy City: "Report-"
"The installation and commissioning of the interstellar antimissile system is complete!"