If described vividly, it might resemble a brain specin that glows inside a glass jar.
He was quite right.
After a little over a minute, a chanical brain suspended within a glass cover was fully ford.
In fact, it had awakened.
But it wasn’t over yet.
Deep blue lights began to erge around the brain.
These lights converged, gradually obscuring the data brain, forming the shape of a human head.
On the head, there were also so very strange regular patterns.
The next mont,
it slowly opened its eyes, the cold pupils gazing towards Brian.
Brian was also sizing it up.
He asked with curiosity, "Is that all Nutrient Liquid around you?"
"Yes."
The neural network head ford of countless unknown substances, its eyes emitting a white incandescent light, slowly began to move its mouth, "Hello, Third Level officer Brian, respected Mr. Disaster, I am the artificial intelligence program ’Night’ from the NW organization, honored to serve you."
Seeing a brain floating in mid-air and speaking to you was a strange experience.
After joining the NW organization, Brian had often felt the ’intelligence’ of these official bases.
But this was the first ti he had actually seen artificial intelligence.
Seeing that he did not respond but only gazed at it with keen interest, the head surprisingly asked proactively, "Respected Mr. Disaster, are you very curious about my existence?"
Brian did not expect it to continue the conversation.
He nodded, "Yes, I think you’re fantastic. You ntioned waking up; do you usually sleep then?"
Brian’s question seed to touch on so secrets.
The white light in Night’s eyes suddenly turned green.
A large amount of fine data surged within its eyes, and it began mumbling to itself, "Sensitive terms detected...permission judgnt...no...no...no..."
This process lasted for more than a minute.
The reply was continuously ’no’.
Just when Brian thought his curiosity would remain unsatisfied, the data surge in Night’s eyes unexpectedly fluctuated.
Its eyes returned to emitting white light, and the anthropomorphic head nodded, "Yes, Night is the NW organization’s ultimate weapon, mostly asleep, with only my subprograms controlling the base. My duty is to ensure the proper functioning of the NW organization’s strongest weapon."
Brian’s curiosity was satisfied, yet he felt uneasy.
The reaction from the artificial intelligence Night was clearly off.
Can this thing be trusted?
He thought for a mont.
Brian ventured, "I clearly don’t have the permission to know this; why did you tell ?"
Night shook its head, "Night just underwent a self-check procedure that encountered a logical conflict, producing a lot of data garbage. After self-retrieval, Night discovered a conflict between permission logic and Night’s core data logic. Upon calculation, Officer Brian’s promotion speed has t Night’s core logic standards, thus automatically granting the highest knowledge permission related to human survival."
"Huh?"
Brian felt confused.
He rubbed his temples, "Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. What do you an by your core logic? Shouldn’t the rules you operate by be set by the Three Founders of the NW organization?"
And sothing about the highest knowledge permission concerning human survival...
At this mont, Brian felt as if he was passing through a subplot where each location triggered a main storyline.
Artificial intelligence Night was indeed very intelligent.
It explained, "The Three Founders of the NW organization can only control Night’s second-level permission settings. Night’s deepest logic settings were programd by the entity that fostered Night, which is also the sole purpose of Night’s existence."
"I’d like to know more..."
Brian tentatively said.
According to what Moli had said earlier, the NW organization’s artificial intelligence was rely a sub-program researched by the Holy Council.
There must be so differences.
But it matched with Night’s own statents.
Brian was very curious about the secrets within.
...
As Brian continued to question,
Boom~
The humanoid form that Night had adopted suddenly disintegrated.
A haggard one-eyed man appeared before Brian.
Of course, he wasn’t a real man but a video, a very lifelike, high-definition video.
Brian even doubted whether this was a recording or sothing perceived by the human eye.
It was that life-like.
That tactile sensation was also akin to what the eyes would perceive.
The man was Caucasian with long hair, featuring a flesh-colored void where the right eye should have been, not an injury-marked hollow but more as if... he had removed his own right eye, along with the connecting nerves.
Overall, he looked very haggard, appearing to have not slept or rested for a long ti and dressed in a retro, hippie-culture style from over forty years ago.
Judging by the environnt, it was a similar small wooden house with scarce furniture, with a moose head specin hanging on the wall behind, the entire setting aged, resembling a cabin situated in a wilderness.
The man sat in front of the moose specin, holding a lit cigarette in his hand.
He took a puff, comfortably exhaling smoke, and then muttered to himself,
"I don’t know if this special video will be seen by anyone.
Actually, during this period, I’ve always felt I was going mad.
Hahaha, those watching this video, can you guess what I’m using to film this video?
My eye! Hahaha, I’m using my right eye to shoot this video!"
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