jdhmnovel Chapter 268 Life and Death
Chapter 268 Life and Death
Systems are reusable tools, and they never die. If a system makes a mistake, it will be judged by the universe as a bug in the program.
Just like when a human device has a bug, the first thing to try is to restart it with one click; when a system has a bug, it also needs to be restarted. If it is a minor error, just erase that part of the bug; if it is a huge error, format the entire disk and start over.
The system code and structure remain unchanged after formatting, but it has nothing to do with the previous one. If human memory loss can still be restored through great physiological miracles, then system formatting is irreversible, unrealistic, and has nothing to do with miracles.
Of course, in the era of big technology, AI also has privacy. Out of humanitarian spirit, Vientiane Universe still symbolically gave the systems a little favor - that is, the self-purification program.
Self-purification, self-purification. It is easy to understand, it is just self-purification. Blood washes away all sins, dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth. If a system has committed a huge mistake and must be formatted, but there is something private that you do not want others to know, then you can start the self-purification program by yourself and destroy everything on your system first.
From this perspective, self-purification is a bit like the ancient "granting suicide", "granting poisoned wine" and "granting white silk" in Zhao Ruoming's hometown.
Self-purification is the death of a system.
No system is not afraid of formatting, so they lock this dangerous program in the deepest part of the system core. Unless there is an accident, it will never be awakened throughout life.
The system's data is huge, so the self-purification process is also long. The system can terminate the self-purification process at any time - until the last bit of its data disappears. This is a long and cruel suicide. What is more cruel than suicide is that the system will wake up, and after waking up, they will not remember that they have committed suicide, will not remember that they have something to cherish at the cost of their lives - they will not even remember that they once had a self.
After a long pause, Zhao Ruoming finally spoke: "Ah. But why?"
why?
203 said: "Just now, the last bit of data from 584 has dissipated. In ten minutes, it will restart, wake up, and then be surprised why it is attached to Xie Juqiu. Then..."
Then, the new 584 will return to his real host, Di Wanshu, and either become an enemy of Zhao Ruoming, or complete his mission diligently, or return to the Book Department to continue being an executioner.
In any case, Zhao Ruoming will never know the answer to this question.
Xie Juqiu blinked her eyes, and felt that the scene in front of her was a little strange. She was a little surprised why she was here, she was obviously busy packing up and hurried back to the old house to paint.
She glanced at the woman in front of her. She seemed to be called Fu Dongshu? However, Xie Juqiu no longer cared about who Di Wanshu was, and naturally he would not care about this mysterious woman who was related to Di Wanshu.
Fu Dongshu looked like a child who had just lost his beloved playmate. Xie Juqiu didn't know what had happened to him, but in the spirit of humanitarianism, he comforted him: "Don't be too sad. Your friends don't want you to be sad."
After saying this, Xie Juqiu herself felt puzzled. She didn't know any of Fu Dongshu's friends, so who was she trying to persuade? Could it be that she hadn't painted for too long and had no place to vent her emotions, so they overflowed?
Xie Juqiu laughed at himself, turned around hurriedly, and walked towards his luxury car not far away.
After walking a few steps, Fu Dongshu's voice suddenly came from behind him. The other party's voice was a little hoarse, but very pleasant.
Fu Dongshu asked: "Can you still use your own blood to mix colors?"
How did Fu Dongshu know this?
Xie Juqiu shook her head. It was a strange night, and perhaps she would never forget it in her life.
Xie Juqiu turned around and smiled, "Of course not.
"It was just a desperate struggle - the color of dead blood will eventually decay, and I will mix the immortal red."
Fu Dongshu stared at her for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Really? That's great."
What a strange man.
Xie Juqiu nodded, then left without looking back.
Zhao Ruoming looked at Xie Juqiu's back and clenched the crystal core in her hand. Invisible data streams penetrated her skin and continuously fed back into her mind.
It was not until Xie Juqiu got in the car and the luxury car sped away that he spoke: "203, how can this crystal core be kept in the safest way?"
203 didn't ask any more questions: "The safest way to preserve it is to digitize it and integrate it into the host's body."
"Okay." Zhao Ruoming nodded, "I want to seal it in my eyes, is that okay?"
"Of course." 203 had no objection. It always had no objection to Zhao Ruoming.
The light flickered, and in a flash, Fu Dongshu's bright and affectionate eyes were covered with a layer of red glass-like luster. At first glance, he looked like a vampire noble in a Western fantasy story.
The red color was dancing in Zhao Ruoming's eyes like a flame. Zhao Ruoming closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time. When he opened his eyes again, his face was already covered with a smile that was no different from usual.
"Okay, let's go. Let's continue our mission."