Glitch utopia

The poet's new round of offensive began. This time it didn't look so shocking, but the power was equally astonishing.

His words and previous lies spread through public opinion and clones, and a mark began to appear in everyone's minds.

It is said that in the face of the omnic crisis, murmurs began to appear among humans who worked together.

This time they faced not only poets but also their own people who believed in poets.

"Okay, my performance has begun. Now you can face the people who oppose you. I hope that when you face them, you will be ruthless and use nuclear bombs to kill us all."

After the poet finished speaking, he exited the cyberspace without caring about Jack Sun and Lesson 3. A new battlefield had been opened up, and there was no need to continue chatting with them.

With his eyes closed, he shuttled through the data stream like a dolphin, feeling the information around him and watching the underground cloning factory, where the savages were constantly producing and moving towards the city, spreading their ideas.

When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived at a green island in the lake. The surroundings were extremely quiet, with only the sound of wind and birdsong.

This is not the real world. It is obvious that everything here is generated by AI. Everything here is moving, including the number of the poet's fingers at this moment.

Although it seems strange, for data life like AI, this is the reality.

The poet walked through the constantly shaking grass, walked through the swaying woods, and finally entered the Gothic building in the center of the forest, where he stopped at a painting of a handsome boy in the gorgeously decorated lobby.

"Master, we meet again." The poet looked up at the person in the painting and said.

If we use AI to describe it, it would be that the young man has an exquisite face, and his skin is as fair and smooth as the first snow.

A pair of deep eyes are like bright stars, revealing curiosity and wisdom. The eyebrows are curved like a crescent moon, adding a bit of gentleness.

Under the straight bridge of the nose, there is a thin lip, always wearing a faint smile. His black hair was soft and shiny, falling casually on his forehead. Wearing a simple white shirt, he was like a ray of breeze in the summer, making people feel extremely comfortable.

"Master, Section Three wants to threaten me with death together. They think they can use this method to force me to cease fighting. But they don't know that all this has been part of our plan. I have already thought of a way to deal with it."

The poet sat on a high stool nearby. As his hand rose and he squeezed it gently, a violin appeared in his hand.

While playing sad music, he continued to say to the painting: "This method can't deal with me. The ultimate weapon to destroy the earth in the hands of Section 3 cannot be used under all circumstances. It can only be used once and used up." Everyone will die, but there are always people who don’t want to die.”

"People are afraid of death. There are always a minority of selfless people. Human beings are all selfish. As long as I continue to invest resources in the battlefield of information cognition, then humans themselves will eventually turn against this plan. Even switching sides to survive.”

After the song ended, the poet looked at the painting again, his expression becoming slightly complicated. "Master, you said that human beings are not like this. The data I calculated are not correct. You have to feel it with your heart. But I have been feeling it with my heart for 1,000 years, but what is the result?"

"All the good intentions I gave brought bad consequences. I treated them well, but they thought I was easy to bully. I forgave them, but they took advantage of me. I didn't even do anything well, and people came to my house to steal."

"Master, I also want to agree with your idea, but the fact is the fact. I found that my calculation is still correct. It seems that I got it right again this time."

The poet stretched out his right hand with ever-changing fingers and gently brushed it on the face of the young man in the painting. "So people are people, and everyone is no different from those who hurt you. I tried to change this, but I found that I couldn't change it, so they shouldn't exist."

In the Metropolis, Statue Street, in Sun Jack's office, Sun Jack is accepting the rewards from others at this moment, "Currently, all cities in the Utopia Federation have entered military control mode, but the situation does not seem to be optimistic. Many people secretly began to doubt what the poet said. It’s all true. What’s more troublesome is that the poet has obviously cloned many people to enter the city and guide public opinion in this regard.”

"Stop the savage recruitment plan first." Sun Jack pondered for a while and said. "Then let No. 6 increase publicity and win this round."

After hearing this, Tapai shook his head slightly. "The savage was okay. After discovering that the poet was cloned to guide public opinion, the security department could at least handle it easily. However, the poet began to read the memories of soldiers who died on the battlefield, cloned them and sent them back to the city, using them to launch a public opinion offensive."

"We are constantly culling these people. Although many people understand, this kind of thing is only temporary."

"Damn! Damn poet!" Sun Jack said through gritted teeth.

Of course he knew why the poet did what he did. The premise that Lesson 3’s Plan No. 8 can shock the poet is that everyone must think so.

However, if disagreements begin to arise within human beings, the deterrence will be drastically reduced, and a large number of people will even become the accomplices of the other party.

"We are doing pretty well here." Ta Pai said. "At least you have fired them once, so the pressure will be much less. TT and DF23 need to guard against traitors and a new round of resistance led by poets."

"Sun Jack lit a cigarette, took a deep breath and said, "We can't listen to the nonsense of Class 3 anymore. If we continue like this, there is no hope of winning. We must unite and think of countermeasures together."

Soon he contacted Class 3, and through Class 3's network, he connected all the controllers of the cities.

Half an hour later, dozens of people appeared in Sun Jack's office in holographic imaging, facing the same enemy and the same difficulty.

After briefly reporting the current situation of all cities, Sun Jack unexpectedly found that the situation of his city was much better than that of other cities.

"Who can be blamed for this? It's all your fault, Sun Jack!" The spokesperson of DF23 took the lead.

Sun Jack would naturally not indulge him. "Fuck you! Will you die if you give more benefits to the people below? Otherwise, how can the situation be so serious now! ? "

"You, an outsider, know nothing! What do you know about governance? Just let the lower class barely have enough to eat! People are greedy! If you satisfy their hunger, they will have countless demands next time! !"