Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1484: Chapter 805: Conversation with AI

squats, 100 push-ups, for any average person without training, it would be difficult to complete.

Yet for Qing Chen, all of this was just a warm-up.

The five female slaves, carrying the spirit of sacrifice for the cause of rebellion, sneaked into the perverted steward’s room late at night. They were prepared to endure humiliation and torture to eventually carry out the assassination.

However, the development of events was entirely different from what they had imagined...

This is too perverse!

If it’s this kind of play, why did you make us come in suspenders? Wouldn’t it be better if we came in sportswear?!

At that moment, Qing Chen looked at the five female slaves who wanted to assassinate him and flicked a whip, producing a crisp snap: ”What are you waiting for? Start squatting, do it properly, lift your head and chest, keep your upper body straight, you can lean slightly forward; feet shoulder-width apart, no hunching, feet parallel, toes facing forward...”

The female slaves feared the whip. They had just been whipped by the steward in the morning, who would want to try again now? If they could avoid being whipped, they would!

The female slaves began squatting, even though they usually did chores in the villa, by the time they reached seventy, they were struggling, their backs already slick with sweat.

Qing Chen leisurely sat on the sofa browsing his phone, a message came from Yi: ”Point the camera at them, I want to watch.”

Qing Chen: ”...”

With this kind of twisted interest, even making someone perverted would find it unmanageable.

He typed a reply: ”Can you now traverse the civilian networks on the West Continent?”

Yi replied after more than ten seconds: ”The civilian network nodes are isolated by data fortresses, the network structure here is peculiar, the location I’m in is the first layer, the public network, only social platforms’ public information and news are visible above, the second layer should be the personal information layer, to invade others’ electronic devices, I must break through the data fortresses, but that requires a powerful quantum computer. Also, I suspect there’s a third and fourth layer below the second, maybe even a fifth layer...”

”Hmm?”

”I somehow feel, this peculiar network structure seems specially devised to guard against me,” Yi messaged.

Qing Chen responded thoughtfully: ”Perhaps it’s not guarding against you, but against another super artificial intelligence!”

In his conjecture, that AI and the Roosevelt Kingdom definitely weren’t peaceful from the start, there must have been conflicts erupting, ultimately reaching an understanding within mutually acceptable bounds.

But due to such past occurrences, the Roosevelt Kingdom became highly cautious of AI.

This is analogous to the Federation’s apprehension towards AI, except on the Eastern Continent, the human-AI conflict had much higher intensity.

Qing Chen glanced up at the female slaves: ”Did I tell you to stop? Continue squatting. The second one on the left, you’re seven short, don’t think I don’t know. After squatting, do push-ups.”

The female slaves were shocked, thinking, is this guy even human? He must have some perverse preferences, right?

Qing Chen typed: ”Have you seen the news related to Kingslander?”

Yi: ”I saw... actually, that division Yi left a message for me, telling me about her choice.”

At this moment, Qing Chen suddenly realized a problem, the way artificial intelligent beings exist is truly too unique:

When Yi replicates herself, although the two programs are identical, they are essentially two different lives already.

For instance, having two identical Qing Chen here, possessing the same body, same memories, yet suddenly one can only live in the Outer World, and the other only in the Inner World.

A year later, are they still the same person?

No, they have each lived different lives, made new friends, might even fall in love with different people.

Memory is the vessel for one’s soul.

Hence, Yi is no exception.

Only when two division Yi get back together to exchange information would they reunite as one, but the Yi on the fortress didn’t have such a chance.

That lonely little girl sitting on the command seat of the Kingslander Air Fortress, quietly waiting for the final moment to arrive, was a unique individual, possessing memories and a soul that no other division Yi had.

And just in that 1 hour and 12 minutes, the two ’division Yi’ were distinguished as two different lives.

Because that 1 hour and 12 minutes was unique, the Yi within wouldn’t come again.

So, the Yi on the Air Fortress truly faced death, she knew what she did for Qing Chen, and then faced her demise calmly, her code wouldn’t return to Yi’s main body, instead, she consciously formatted herself.

Thinking of this, the previously composed Qing Chen suddenly went silent.

If time were to rewind, he wouldn’t pretentiously change his choice, because Yi had said ’success need not happen on me’.

But if time truly rewound, he would at least say a proper goodbye to that Yi.

Qing Chen typed and asked: ”What message did she leave you?”

Yi paused for a few seconds: ”I don’t want to tell... you’d better lift your phone so I can watch the female slaves do push-ups.”

Qing Chen: ”...”

By this time, the female slaves had finished 100 push-ups, all of them gasping heavily for breath.

Qing Chen calculated a 5-minute rest, and then set a new task: ”Come, each do one hundred jumping jacks, start!”