Chapter 1037: Chapter 104: In My Eyes, You Are Just Trash
What role did the Mathematics Transgressor play in this event?
This question plunged Professor Maxwell into prolonged contemplation.
Not only he was thinking, but every mber of the Supre Council was pondering this question.
There exists a logical contradiction here.
Humans set up rigorous ga rules, and the Intelligent chanic operates according to these rules. Should the problems be blad on humans or the Intelligent chanic?
You claim she was wrong, but what’s the reason? What’s the evidence?
Isn’t it possible that your initial ga rules were not rigorous enough?
But if the rules are too rigorous, the ga cannot proceed.
Humans cannot escape their own desires.
You want to smoke today, and the Intelligent chanic, considering your health, refuses to provide cigarettes. It even restricts your freedom to prevent you from getting cigarettes.
Is that the responsibility of the Intelligent chanic?
“How long will the Defender take to arrest or kill that outsider?”
After a long silence, the Chief Officer asked this question.
Now is not the ti to trace responsibilities; the urgent task is to solve the imdiate issue quickly.
Although the Transgressor keeps answering that the losses are controllable, controllable doesn’t an acceptable.
Among those present, quite a few have turned pale at the sight of the loss list.
“Based on current calculations, it will take approximately thirteen minutes.”
“Didn’t you just say ten minutes? Why has the ti extended?”
“The previous calculation was based on the premise that the opponent was willing to engage the Defender directly.”
The Chief Officer’s face turned completely black.
“What the hell does this bastard want?”
“According to speculation, the outsider’s goal is to use the Defender’s firepower to further damage city buildings.”
“Madman!”
Wang Yunxiao rolled on the spot, dodging an incoming shell above him.
The Defender pursued him relentlessly like a malignant tumor, with a clear advantage in both close-range and long-range combat.
No scientific calculations are needed; just a glance at the opponent’s technologically advanced tal body inford Wang Yunxiao that facing them head-on would an he’d last no more than three rounds before being dismantled into parts.
In the violent explosion, the bodies of innocent civilians were swept up by the blast, torn apart.
If we follow the plot of future era movies, even with authorization, causing harm to civilian lives during combat will surely lead to the Mathematics Transgressor being held accountable once the dust settles.
But what does holding a machine accountable an?
Even if you lock it up, sentence it, dismantle it… What’s the point?
You can’t morally bind soone who inherently lacks morality.
Similarly, Wang Yunxiao didn’t believe that any Supre Council could inflict any substantial punishnt or damage to their supercomputer.
Based on this premise, Wang Yunxiao saw through the real intention behind this farce.
It’s a reminder, a warning.
Using this tragedy to remind Avalon’s rulers that their real concern isn’t whether they can “control” the Intelligent chanic, but whether they realize that all their actions are under the “control” of the Intelligent chanic.
Who is the master? Who is the servant?
The direct distance to the central control tower was 800 ters.
That ant only two streets remained.
The central control tower was already encircled by strict defenses, with soldiers constructing rudintary fortifications equipped with machine guns and mortars.
Under the command of the Intelligent chanic, the army’s efficiency notably increased, with the tide of the battle shifting every mont.
Wang Yunxiao attempted a charge once, narrowly avoiding being shot to pieces.
The last 800 ters seed like an insurmountable chasm, while the Defender had already caught up, the tal giant lunging forward like a gorilla, trying to wrap around the Heavenly Armor.
Wang Yunxiao raised his gun to block, but the previously invincible spear snapped under the opponent’s steel fist!
No way forward, pursued from behind, gun destroyed, exhausted, and the Yuan-Qi Furnace on the brink of collapse.
The Heavenly Armor let out a satisfied sigh; after 60 years, it had returned to the fray, recklessly wild and proudly enjoyed the ride. It felt it had achieved enough.
Even if it fell here, it would be…
“Have you calculated my end?”
Wang Yunxiao paused and shouted loudly.
“Surrender or die.”
The Defender emitted a murky electronic voice: “You have one last minute to struggle, if you wish to leave any final words…”
“Idiot.”
Wang Yunxiao laughed, “Please convey my words to Professor Maxwell: your painstakingly researched supercomputer is just a waste.”
“Empty talk achieves nothing…”
The Yuan-Qi Furnace suddenly erupted, engulfing the tal giant in a trail of fiery aerodynamics.
“Veteran, can you still fight the last stretch?”
Wang Yunxiao shouted loudly.
The Heavenly Armor responded with a fierce roar.
After 60 years, its final roar resonated through ti and space.
“Turn left 15 degrees, full throttle, sink the Saint Mary Ann!”
“Full power ahead! Puncture the enemy lines!”
The Heavenly Armor transford into a streak of light, swiftly crossing the street blocked by gunfire, kicking away the sandbag fortification, grabbing a soldier and throwing him back to halt the Defender’s pursuit.
Advance!
Distance to the central control tower: 550 ters!
The piercing alarm echoed through the hall, and the mbers of the Supre Council were pale as ashes.
“Please, everyone, stay calm; current losses are controllable…”
“Controllable, my ass! He’s coming through!”
“We’ve been duped! The Intelligent chanic has already betrayed us!”
“This is a sche! We can’t die here!”
Screaming erupted, and the scene grew increasingly chaotic.
“Calm down!”
The Supre Officer pounded the gavel, trying to quiet everyone down.
Yet, even he couldn’t remain calm; unprecedented panic and suspicion clouded his mind.
Were the previous intel correct?
Has the Intelligent chanic been deceiving us all along, intending to use this opportunity to wipe out the Supre Council controlling it?
“Transgressor.”
Amidst the disarray, Professor Maxwell suddenly spoke: “Pull up Avalon’s complete design map and recalculate the escape possibility for the outsider.”
“Professor, what do you an?”
The Supre Officer looked utterly confused.
The intruder is nearly upon us!
“Pulling up the complete design map, reanalyzing… Unbelievable, Professor, escape rate rising to 100%.”
At this mont, even the computer’s steady voice showed hints of fluctuation.
“What kind of joke is this?”
The Supre Officer was perplexed.
Is it kidnapping to hold us hostage?
Distance to the central control tower: 450 ters—
Narrowly dodging another strike from the Defender’s giant fist, while a Yuan-Qi Furnace exploded behind him, Wang Yunxiao stopped, pivoted on site.
The building plaque before him bore a clear inscription.
“No. 12 Waste Recycling Facility.”
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