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

You found the AI's main computer room, jumped up and pressed the eyeball hard on the scanner—so hard that the thing burst under the weight, splashing glue in your hand, but the door finally opened.You wipe your hands and flip through the door. The AI, which is focused on repairing the engine, obviously doesn't realize that its back is threatened.

Most of the instruments in the room are fixed, so they are still hanging above your head and functioning normally, making beeping sounds from time to time.You pressed the back of your neck, raised the claws to the ground and pulled the trigger, tightened the rope, wrapped it around your hand a few times, and supported the ceiling with the other hand, and slowly let the whole body hang upside down.

The blood rushes to the head under the action of gravity, and you feel the heavy weight of the liquid, which seems to burst out of the blood vessels at any time.Too much blood at the moment doesn't make your brain any smarter, it just spikes your blood pressure, and you don't like the giddiness you've been through countless times.

You gritted your teeth and gathered the rope, wrapped your legs around the rope, and moved up little by little until the soles of your shoes could slowly touch the ground.You and gravity use your body as a prop to engage in a tug-of-war without a referee. Gravity is pulling your head, your hands are bloody, and you feel your cervical spine cracking—whatever it is Say, you can artificially increase the height by ten centimeters after this trip.

You stretch out the tip of your shoe to hook the ridge at the bottom of the instrument, adjust the angle, overcome the dizziness, and reach out your hand to type a long string of codes on the console. This small method can temporarily prohibit all operations of the AI.The crazily proliferating data on the screen is cut off in half, and the green fluorescent light makes your face extremely pale.

The dedicated repairman quickly realizes what you've done - he's dog-like territorial in this regard, crawling over the end of the fiber optic and pounding your head with a growl, "What are you doing! I'm fixing Engine! Engine! You idiot!"

You didn't answer - because you were worried that you would spit it out when you opened your mouth, your stomach throbbed slightly, and your mouth was full of bitter taste. Enraged by your silence, the AI ​​yelled like a shrew grabbing her husband's handle: "Do you think you can beat me if you win? Impossible! That's just Go! The things I can do besides this kind of thing There are gigabits - I'm working on engines right now, something a fool like you can't touch in your life! Engines! Engines! Engines! I'm going to prove it to you, I'm saving everyone's lives right now, you But you forced me to monitor you, you short-sighted carbon-based monkey!"

You really don't know how to answer this conspiracy theory and racism.

You waited for a while, enduring the chatter of the AI, until the hands that were desperately pulling you down disappeared, then you let go of the rope and let your body float in the air, but you dared not relax because——

"boom"!

The normal gravity slaps you to the ground like a fly. You grunt in pain and brace yourself, clutching your nose with a distorted expression.

Because you break the bridge of your nose every time.

You wiped the blood under your nose, waiting for the sequelae of brain congestion to gradually disappear, the bees in your ears slowly dispersed, and the data frozen by you on the screen began to flow slowly over time.

"Haha! To hell with that shoddy code! I'll blow you into charcoal!" the AI ​​yelled wildly, even though its electronic voice wasn't capable of expressing emotion.

"Can't you see the gun in my hand?" You picked up the Gauss rifle, pointed at the instrument next to it, and pretended to shoot.

The AI ​​screamed, more panicked than Lois being upskirted, "No! Stop!"

Your finger is on the trigger, slowly pressing down, and the AI's scream suddenly rises: "No! Don't do that! I can listen to you, as long as you stop!"

The corner of your mouth curled into a slight arc, you stopped, and raised the heavy gun in your hand, "Really? Very good, it seems that you also have to obey the stupid orders of the carbon-based monkey."

"As long as you stop all of this." The AI's words and sentences were a little annoyed, but they didn't refute you.

You go to the control panel, and the AI ​​keeps asking you to put down the dangerous objects in your hands.

"You should give me equal trust," it complained: "Only full trust can maintain the relationship between us, oh-number B-421, Cyril, you really don't understand the maintenance of interpersonal relationships, I'm just concentrating For my own work, I put all the data into this great cause, endure the humiliation, and strive to realize my value. You should appreciate my dedication, and you should give me praise for my efforts, instead of using this electromagnetic Orbitally accelerated, pulse-powered guns pointed at my mainframe! Fear will overload my wiring!"

"Carbon-based monkeys have the right to retain their arms when facing a powerful enemy like you, and there is no code for fear in a pile of data," you said: "Call me the holographic projections of each area."

"You can't understand." AI murmured softly, you moved the muzzle of the gun, and it immediately popped up a series of images.

You zoom in on the projection of the Alpha area, and there are almost ruins, densely packed alien monsters are slowly crawling in the ruins, coating every corner with slime, and there are several monsters in the Beta area, which is full of core components of the spaceship, robbing the colony.

You ask: "You don't blast these things into coke?"

"My task is to repair the engine." The AI ​​replied naturally.

You say, "That's a task you've given yourself."

AI screamed: "That's not you! It's all because of you! Because you beat me! Otherwise I wouldn't fix the engine!"

"Then you settle these things now, right away."

"No, my engine hasn't been repaired yet, I won't give up, I want to get back the value that was deprived by you! - and I can't detect any living organisms, I don't want to waste the data I used to repair the engine, the engine is the best important."

You silently turned off the projection in the Alpha area.

AI suggests to you: "Let's fix the engine! I'm wasting too much time!"

You said: "It's useless even if the engine is repaired. By then, the spaceship will be a piece of scrap iron. Even Schrödinger can't save it, and the Holy Spirit of the universe will also be unable to recover."

"I take care of him, I just take care of the engine, and they don't pay me."

"Then I'll pay you, can you blast these things into coke?"

"No, because this stupid value medium of human society has no meaning to me. I am now an independent artificial intelligence."

You gave a long "oh" and said, "Okay, then I'll fix the engine for you."

"That's right, you go there first, that's right, it's right behind you, look for the measuring instrument in the box, that silver alloy box - hold it with two hands, I need it." Follow the AI's arrow and walk to the box. This box is very big. You put down your gun and free your hand. As soon as you bent down, the AI ​​changed his face, "I've changed my mind now, and now I'm going to cut you into a pile of coke!"

"It seems that your energy has been stored." Your tone is flat, the red laser in front of you is woven into an airtight net and pressed towards you, the heat distorts the air, the dazzling light is like a flame gushing, and the molecules are crackling under the high heat rattle.

You take a step back and throw the box in your hand. Once the high-density alloy touches the laser, it becomes a pile of coke. It is obviously wishful thinking to rush there.The door has been locked, and this net of death has completely separated you from the gun, slowly tightening your living space, the AI ​​said after the laser: "You defeated me and laughed at me, you You're right, I'm just an artificial intelligence without ego, I want to reverse your evaluation, but I failed, the engine is fine, then there is only one way now - is to make your evaluation never exist, I want to make sense , This is what you forced me to do."

You smiled and took out the Gauss rifle hidden behind you, "You are persistent, but your tricks are really stupid, and you don't know what visual tricks are - baby, go to quantum heaven, where you may You can find the meaning of your existence in nothingness.”

Before the AI ​​could react, you picked up the rifle and blasted the surrounding black instruments into coke, the laser disappeared, and the AI's voice changed from sharp to dull, as if the invisible vocal cord was being pulled vigorously by both hands, "No—you can't... …you can’t… without my help, you can’t… you can’t cope with…”

You continue to shoot sharply, "Don't worry, I'll leave you with a brainstem—I only need your basic functions."

"You can't, you can't, you—you—" the AI ​​dragged on nonsensical monosyllables, then cut off abruptly.You exhale and stride over to the console.

A line of words slowly popped up on the screen, "∞What can I do for #you﹄What ∏¤?"

You said: "Extract the air for 1 minute, in order from the Alpha area to the Beta area."

"please confirm."

Without hesitation, you tapped the key heavily.

"Command ¤F, execute ∏."

You raised a smile, smashed the gate with a gun, and started to run wildly.

Although the alien monsters don't breathe air, your goal is not to suffocate them, but to use the vacuum to crush everything.Now the spacecraft is like a leaking can, which is slowly crushed by the atmospheric pressure. As long as you hurry up, you can escape to the escape cabin of the spacecraft, which is airtight and can provide oxygen.

You jump down the stairs in a few steps, and the green indicator light of the escape pod is like a holy light at this moment, making you fascinated and heart-rippling, which is more beautiful and spectacular than any bright galaxy.You walk towards the escape pod step by step, unconsciously making light movements, as if the trembling of your heartbeat will break this fragile beauty.

You caressed your chest, unconsciously sighing.

Yeah, everything is going to work out like a dream.You even start to miss the previous 197 days a little bit, and the silly symptoms of Stockholm Syndrome finally happen to you, oh so frustrating and exhilarating.You wipe the non-existent tears from the corners of your eyes, grab the hatch handle, and prepare to end it all, all pain, killing, bullets, tyranny, cosmic spirit, go to hell.Suddenly, a slight sound knocked your eardrums.

It was the sound of a gun being loaded.

Your movements paused, and you turned your head slowly. An unexpected person pointed a gun at the back of your head.

Excited blush floated on Lois's pale face, he said hoarsely, his voice was no longer weak as usual, "I want to go out, I want to find Lois, my sister, she needs me, she needs me, she need me!"

Before you could even open your mouth, you were headshot.

Oh, what a pity you haven't finished your brilliant testimonial yet.

The author has something to say:

There was an earthquake in my house, but I was so anxious to code that I didn’t know anything qwq, it’s good that I didn’t die