[Quick Transmigration] A report on the adaptation of an AI to society

We are nothing compared to the infinite galaxies in the frightful stretch of geological time - John Updike

The spacecraft sailed quietly into No Man's Sky, the power of the engine was reduced, and only a few charged particles were ejected.The silver elliptical spaceship is surrounded by endless darkness and high-energy deadly rays invisible to the naked eye, and the spindle-shaped slender galaxy in the depths of the darkness is faintly visible. Your home is in a corner of that galaxy—although the perennial battles have made you live in that house. Can't stay more than two torques.

But you are locked in this metal can now, the spaceship has gone through the third jump, and it is 1 parsec away from the Milky Way ①, and after a while, the light of the low-mass star in front will completely cover up that small Small dots of light.

Grabbed by the star's gravitational field, the spacecraft slowly slid into an elliptical orbit.The crew opened the view window, from which they can see the solar sails loosely unfolded under the radiation of the stars on the surface of the spacecraft, like the thin wings of an elf in mythology.

The treatment during the trip was pretty good—maybe the headquarters’ last tenderness for the exiled prisoners. After today, the spaceship will berth on a notorious mine star, and then drive the full crew down to mine.According to the doctrine, because you have committed a heinous crime, and sinners need to wash off their sins with sweat.

But in your opinion you won't get anything extra on this barren planet except radiation sickness and death.

And you will not have the opportunity to mine.

According to the time system of the parent star (unified time will save a lot of effort for the rulers of the empire), the spaceship will explode at 23:49, and the people on the ship will be blown into atoms in the sleep of the artificial night , and then return to the original.

How did you know?

Ha, even a goldfish that repeats the day 196 times will burn every single microsecond of it into its head.

You know your cellmates will greet you with a gentle "morning" when you open your eyes;

You know that the first mate will perforate his retina because he looks directly at the turbulent surface of the star without any protection measures, and a lot of people drag him into the infirmary in a mess-the so-called blind dog eyes;

You know the cooks will misplace the cherry essence in breakfast with strawberry essence (although these two fruits are extinct), and few people swallow the pink substance on the plate;

You know there's a flirtatious slut in the next door plotting chaos to seize control of the ship;

You know that AI will invite every passerby to play chess as usual, but no one agrees as usual;

You know a mad scientist looking for parasitic material for his test subjects;

You know the accompanying technicians will complain all the way that the air system on the ship should be eliminated as soon as possible;

……

You know everything, you know where every speck of dust will fall, and the day will repeat itself over and over until you get out before each day comes to an end.

You have forgotten your crimes, your honor, and your comrades-in-arms who once lived and died with you... The three words "escape" brutally occupy your entire heart, and you free up all the capacity of your brain To live this day, you will only know that your mission is to escape, all you have done is to use everything available, and you have tried 196 times for this, but it is so strange that you still have not succeeded so far.

Only one of the countless permutations and combinations is correct, but this day cannot be a simple algebraic formula (at least there is a standard answer for this thing), what you are facing is a picture woven with diverging, converging and parallel time. A constantly spreading and intricate network of illusions, you are the biggest variable in this day, every choice you make will lead to a different response through the law of causality, and an unpredictable response will lead to the next... Finally, the number of possibilities becomes The dreaded index devil, so if you do too much off track you can create a completely unknowable future.

Your freedom is limited, but on the bright side, at least everyone else is constant except you.

You know, in this time loop you always deduce the answer.

For you, time is the cheapest thing right now.

"morning."

As soon as you opened your eyes, you received the 197th greeting from your inmates. The severe pain caused by the energy beam disappeared, replaced by the weakness of your whole body after a deep sleep.

As usual, the inmates on the other side will always get fully dressed before you wake up, and then sit upright by the bed, including smoothing out every wrinkle on the skirt, trimming every frizzy hair, and making your own The demeanor is always elegant and dignified-of course, you are a normal male, and so is he, at least in the medical report.

Your inmate is called Lois, but he insists that his name is Lois. He is Lois’s younger sister. He usually wears the same robe as a nun, covering his face tightly, and behaves like a woman. change.

No one has succeeded in changing the strange thoughts in his head, including countless psychological counseling and electroshock therapy. Everyone agrees that he is mentally ill, so I put you in a room with him, because you seem relatively quiet and gentle, on this ship Among the most vicious gangsters on the spaceship is a poor ghost like him - after all, they kill, set fire, rob houses and do all kinds of crimes, but you are just a political prisoner, and political prisoners have no status. This is the chain of contempt at the bottom of the chain of contempt.

But you have no sympathy for Lois, you have no interest in him and his sister, you have no interest in his name, you have no interest in the bottom of his skirt (a bunch of people trying to do something place), to be precise, you have lost interest in anything, and everything in your eyes is just a quantified symbol, used to pile up your purpose.

It’s true that at the beginning of this cycle, you still feel a little fresh, but when everything becomes regular and predictable, life starts to be boring, so this is why everyone hates spoilers (now There is already a crime of spoiler, and it is said that it is the product of the fury of the previous emperor after being spoiled).

You briefly sorted out the reasons for yesterday's failure, and then planned today's plan. After quickly finishing your personal hygiene, you opened the door to join the army rushing to the restaurant, and Lois followed closely behind you.

When passing by the landscape window, several medical staff turned on the force field to protect the first officer who fell on the ground. This obese middle-aged man was covering his eyes and kept screaming. The nurse calmed him down with a sedative. The group of people quickly Disappeared, the crowd began to hustle and move again, and you took a quick look when you passed the viewing window. There are some floating meteorites in space, like small flies, but they will not float to the orbit of the spacecraft.

The chef’s mistake caused many people to lose the good mood brought by a good night’s sleep. They threw away the plates in their hands while cursing, and soon there were only a few people left in the restaurant. The sound of hitting the edge of the pot.

But Lois seems to be very happy, he tells you for the 197th time that Roy likes pink and sweets, and his brother likes blue, he seems to have an aversion to sweetness, but for Roy's sake, he will share a sweet tooth with her Greasy cream cake, because Royce loves Royce very much.

You make no judgments about it.

"Food, or games." The AI ​​at the food counter window asks you, and you answer: "Food."

For your shipboard AI, the interpretation of the game is Go. This game handed down from ancient times has changed from a wooden board to a holographic board, but the rules and gameplay have hardly changed.Perhaps since the first weak artificial intelligence defeated the human Go player, AIs with strong computing power began to prefer this quiet game that requires thinking, but the prisoners on the spaceship prefer sex and blood, so few people Willing to play chess with it, AI thinks this situation is simply incredible, indeed, this universe does not love Go.

You sit in the corner with your plate, and the one next door surrounded by stars is the prison bully of the whole ship, the guy with long red hair who looks like a woman.

You know he's the leader of a certain pirate group, tentatively called Owen, who's preparing to escape from prison.Because the first mate who manages the ship’s AI has a perforated retina today, Owen is discussing how to deal with the AI ​​at the control end to seize control of the spaceship. His mistress has already driven the battleship close to the escort spaceship and is ready to respond at any time.

You have always wondered why Owen chose this time-wasting plan. If you have this skill, it is better to gather firepower and hijack the spaceship directly. Will there be any sentries in the border areas of this empire?Pirates were notorious enough to add another crime would not send his soul to hell, but these guys always misuse their wits in the right place.

As you listen to their conversation repeated 196 times, you fork the pink gelatinous substance from the plate and pop it into your mouth, no matter how many times it really sucks.

"That's it." Owen nodded and waved for the other party to start.

According to the plot, the prison bully will not notice you until he has arranged everything. He raised his eyebrows, jumped up from his chair, and strode towards you.

Some people describe Owen as a femme fatale, but you think he should be called a piranha, that kind of mutated creature with bright colors and a strong corrosive liquid in its stomach. After all, a femme fatale should also have the elegance of a disguise, but He generally doesn't care about his image and is a complete fighting maniac.

So Owen knocks you to the ground with one punch, your ears ringing, he jumps over, lifts you up and slams you against the wall, your skull slams into the metal wall.

Everyone is already familiar with this, and they are indifferent-their general reaction is to bet on which side will win, but this unilateral beating has no suspense and nothing to watch.Lois exclaimed softly, as if about to say something, but in the end he just looked at you from a distance, a little cowering.

"What did you hear?" Owen grabbed your collar, you were having difficulty breathing, and you couldn't exert all your strength.He lost his patience and threw you aside like trash.You pressed your neck and coughed, and he pushed your head back to the ground a little nastyly, "But no matter what you hear, dead people can keep silent."

"Wait," your voice is a little hoarse, "I can forget everything, I promise the Holy Spirit of the universe."

"That's good, weak chick." Owen stood up, a little disgusted that his white hands were stained with your ant's blood, and he kicked you before he left.

After Owen left, Lois dared to come over. He helped you up, his delicate brows knit together: "Can you still stand up? Go to the infirmary."

You spit a mouthful of blood on the ground, and the AI ​​next to you reminds you not to litter.

Lois stopped after helping you to the door of the infirmary. He has always hated this place. It may be that all the medicines he was forced to feed came from here, and only the wounded can enter the infirmary. The atmosphere of this mobile prison is relaxed, but there has never been a lack of manifestations of tyranny.

In the remaining few steps, you can only walk in by yourself while holding onto the wall. The doctor in front of the laboratory table looks up at you, points to the hospital bed, and has nothing else to say.You were lying on the bed, and the doctor came over after a while, "Get up." You stand up, and the doctor wraps a therapeutic device like a headband around your head, pulls up your sleeves, and puts them on your arms. After an injection, you hold the syringe yourself and wait for all the anti-inflammatory drugs to flow into the blood vessel.

The doctor sat back in front of the laboratory table and fiddled with his strange instruments. You lay down for a while, then turned to his back and said, "Lend me your syringe."

"No problem." He replied, "Did you fail last time?"

You let out a "hmm" and said, "Their vehicles are equipped with an independent air system. As soon as I entered the bridge, I was blasted into ashes by their energy beams. I didn't even have time to hum."

"Then you should wait before acting."

"But after waiting for a long time, the pirates will come in, so I'm even less sure."

"this time?"

"I want some poison."

"Do it yourself," he said, "just add every reagent, the bottle is there—by the way, don't corrode the bottle like last time."

You grinned: "It's not the last time, it's the 158th time. I still remember that time, that terrible fluid directly corroded the spaceship, and we were all crushed by the space, and the blood wrapped the internal organs—" —but it still looks quite artistic on the outside.”

There is a tiny click from the doctor's mask, and you don't know if he's smiling.

Anyway you laughed.

① Parsec: An ancient astronomical unit, 1 parsec is equal to 3.2615637771418798291 light years, or 206264.806245480309553 astronomical units, or 30.856775814671915808 trillion kilometers.

The author has something to say:

The sci-fi qwq of the free self series habitually does not follow routines

It's so hot, everyone is acquaintances~ I think I should try to write ghost stories, because maybe it's a cold joke that no one laughs...