My years as an artificial intelligence [Quick Transmigration]

[When you return to the world that makes you miserable, when you have the right to change the world, what will you do? 】

【Yuanyang said, do whatever you want. 】

——But, he no longer has a heart.

At noon, the sun was shining in the sky, and the crowd was bustling and bustling, in a small noodle shop on the street.

Yuanyang sat on a bench near the door.

He was burying his head in eating the noodles, sucking and sucking, the movement was a little loud, and a lot of soup was splashed out, and his white face was already covered with a little bit of sauce that popped out of the bowl.

The voice was a bit loud, causing other people in the store to cast dissatisfied glances at him, but the person involved didn't know it, and just buried himself in eating hard, eating three full bowls before putting down his chopsticks.He stroked his round belly, looked at the bright sky outside the door, and burped for a long time.

"Oh~~ hiccup~~"

The protracted voice was also very loud in the small shop that was not too quiet.The person at the next table frowned and gave him a disgusted look, then quickly lowered his head, obsessed with his mobile phone.

And Yuanyang, who was finally full, turned his head slowly to look at the surrounding environment. He looked left and right, and there were a few rays of sunlight coming in from the door of the noodle shop, shining on the concrete floor, and people in twos and threes walked briskly from the front. However, voices came from outside from time to time, vehicles passed by, the air-conditioning wind was blowing slightly, and there was a hard and solid wooden bench under him.

Yuanyang couldn't help murmuring: "Ah, that's great."

Can feel this feeling again.

He unconsciously raised his hand to touch his cheek, the young and delicate skin was slippery, he pinched it hard, and he really felt the long-lost pain.Looking ahead, under the bright sunshine, his clear eyes gradually became deep, and a silver light flowed through the depths of his eyes.

I'm back again.

Back to this original world, his previous life.

Yuanyang unconsciously licked the sauce sticking to his fingers. To outsiders, he was just staring at the door like a fool, but he couldn't see the layers of silver light flashing across Yuanyang's eyeballs, transmitting majestically. All data in this world.

"Ding!"

A crisp voice sounded in Yuanyang's mind, it was a soft and waxy child's voice, but with a machine-like dullness: "It has been detected that the system number 333 has successfully descended, and all the information of the world number 29871 has been transmitted. Please execute it as soon as possible." The task of the regulator is to maintain the normal operation of World 29871 and check and fill in the loopholes. If there is any abnormal situation, please contact the system number 123, the key has been issued, and the mission period is five years. Please reply if you receive it.”

"Received." Yuanyang's heart moved. In the nerve center of the huge forest-like branches intertwined and criss-crossed, there was a small open space in the center. A small robot authorized by him sat obediently in front of a display screen, and the small mechanical hand pressed down. A red button replied flatly with a mechanical voice: "Got it."

Tong Yin replied softly: "I wish the first mission of System 333 a success."

"Thank you." Yuanyang replied politely.

It is natural for these polite expressions to come and go between two mechanical systems. It is not that these systems are humane, but that the people who created them have set this attribute for them.

Even with a mechanical heart and torso, try to be as polite as a human being.

Sino-Ocean has been working on artificial intelligence for so many years, and has been swimming around in the screen, unable to get rid of it. However, he worked hard and waited for many years. Finally, at the end of last year, he became one of the "Top Ten Outstanding Artificial Intelligences" of Huada Technology Co., Ltd., He made a small move behind the scenes, successfully getting rid of the other nine dull artificial intelligences, and became the only one in the eleventh district who was selected to be able to invest in a game project developed by a large international game company to strengthen the game world. a small system.For this project, hundreds of excellent systems have been selected from all over the world, and he was lucky to be the 333rd.

And 356 years after his death, he finally discovered the truth of the "world".

so cruel.

The world he lived in was just one of the small worlds in the huge game world.

Modern technology has evolved to such an extent that even a game world is as realistic as the real world. Hundreds of thousands of excellent technicians have been recruited from all over the world to set attributes for each character in the game world and complete the logic. The cause and effect construction promotes the birth and demise of one thing after another, so that the characters in the game can truly feel the joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

Yuanyang has been trapped in the net for these years, and he has thought countless times that if there is a chance to do it again, he must take revenge on those who have hurt him, make them miserable, and repent at the beginning, and he must tear the face of those hypocrites Come down, let everyone in the world see their true colors, but he already knows the truth, but there is only peace in his heart, no more hatred or regret.

What the hell is the world?

But it's all on the whim of "God".

Everything is false. Joy, anger, sadness, and joy are all deduced by the continuous calculation of system data. He and them are just a group of NPCs for people to play and watch.

Yuanyang pretended to be artificial intelligence for so many years, and tried hard to hold on to his last pure land in the cold machine, but in the end, he didn't expect that even the thing that he persisted for so long was just a product created by others, and it was no different from a robot .What else do you share with me.

He looked at the introduction of "Cannon Fodder" written on the big light curtain that only he could see, next to the plot character "Yuanyang", calmly turned off the screen, clapped his hands and stood up, and took out the Give 100 yuan to the boss.

"A bowl of 55, I'm looking for [-], please keep it." The boss took the money and put a paper note of [-] and five steel coins into Yuan Yang's hands.

Yuanyang carefully stuffed the paper ticket and steel coin back into his trouser pocket, and then went out.

He walked against the sun for half an hour, his body was just full, young and green, because of lack of exercise and serious picky eaters when he was young, he was very fragile compared to other people of the same age, after walking for so long, his forehead had already been covered. Sweaty and staggering, Yuanyang sat on the side of the road and took a breath without any distaste. Just a few minutes after sitting down, a black car stopped in front of his eyes.

The car door opened and closed, and the sound of hurried footsteps came towards Yuanyang. Before the person arrived, the voice came over: "Yangyang!"

It used to be a gentle voice, but now it was a little anxious and annoyed, with a hint of regret: "Why didn't you answer the phone? You don't know how long I've been looking for you!"

Yuanyang didn't raise his head, he closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he quickly regained his composure. When he opened his eyes again, those uneasy emotions were no longer visible.

A pair of black leather shoes stopped in front of his eyes. Before Yuanyang could take a closer look at the dust on the shoes, a strong force hit him, his shoulders were suddenly pinched, he was easily lifted up, and he was forced to look up. The man in front of him.

Yu Qingcheng's face appeared in Yuanyang's field of vision, the veins on his forehead were exposed, and the sweat was running down his neck. From the look of his shirt, he could tell that his back was almost soaked. His brows were deeply frowned, and he looked at it with hatred. Looking at Yuanyang: "How old are you and still lose your temper? Huh? Why don't you talk?" He said annoyed words, but his right hand naturally went to straighten Yuanyang's clothes and patted the dirt on his back.

Yuanyang obediently did not resist.

Yu Qingsheng has taken care of Yuanyang for more than ten years. Since he can remember, these behaviors have been deeply rooted in his bones. Even if he is angry, he will subconsciously help Yuanyang take care of him.

And the former Yuanyang has always enjoyed everything as a matter of course. Yu Qingcheng has brought him into a state where he can't carry his shoulders and hands. He has to pant after two steps, and lie down for a whole day after two steps. His basic necessities are so poor. Everything has to be checked by Yu Qingcheng, and he has become the role of the young master and the housekeeper. Many people don't understand, but Yu Qingcheng has been ruthless to let Yuanyang become independent, and in the end he abandoned him because he was an eyesore.

This can not be blamed on anyone, the people around Yuanyang have advised him many times.

"You rely on Brother Yu so much, how would you live without him." One of his friends said, "It's terrible to form a habit. After Brother Yu finds a wife, you still rely on his house?"

At the moment, Yuanyang listened to it, but he retorted subconsciously: "How can that be! My brother will not abandon me!"

The friend sneered and didn't say anything else, and the first thing he did when he returned home nervously was to ask Yu Qingcheng: "Brother, will you leave me? What will I do when you marry a wife?"

Yu Qingcheng brought him the hot milk, watched him drink it, wiped his mouth and jokingly said: "I'm not like taking care of my wife and Yang Yang who will take care of us later, why? I want to be my brother's daughter-in-law ah?"

At that time, Yuanyang didn't know that men and men could be together, and he didn't know how hindered men and men would be when they were together. At present, he just felt relieved after hearing Yu Qingcheng's words, and never thought about such problems again.

Dazed at that time, he inadvertently told Yu Qingcheng why he asked such a question, and later, Yuanyang seldom saw this friend.

Even Yuanyang's adoptive father criticized Yu Qingcheng, and he didn't have this way of raising his son, but at that time Yuanyang was deeply trapped in the gentle net woven by Yu Qingcheng, even though he knew the road ahead was dark, he still broke in without hesitation. , As a result, there were no bones left.

On the day of Yuanyang, Yu Qingcheng, who returned to his family, was going to go abroad for further studies at the request of his biological father. He might not be able to come back for two or three years, and Yuanyang naturally couldn't follow him. He had never left Yu Qingcheng since he was a child. After hearing Yu Qingcheng's decision, Yuanyang went into a rage, crying and yelling not to let him go, but Yu Qingcheng, who has always been very obedient to him, was very firm this time, saying that he should either go with him or leave. So Yuanyang's young master got angry, and decisively did a very childish thing, and ran away from home.

Yuanyang remembers that at that time he hid in this city for three days with the cash in his hand. Yu Qingcheng searched hard to no avail, so he posted a notice on the Internet, stating to Yuanyang that he had persuaded his father to go online in China. University, will not go abroad again.After seeing the news, Yuanyang returned home ecstatically, gave a big hug to Yu Qingsheng who was haggard on the sofa, hugged him happily and said, "Brother, you are so kind! I don't want to be separated from you! You are the same Right?"

But at that time, he ignored the impatience and tiredness that flashed in Yu Qingcheng's eyes.

This is just the first step for "Yuanyang" to die as cannon fodder. Yu Qingsheng gradually lost his tolerance for Yuanyang through subsequent actions one after another. In this way, the shaping of Yu Qingsheng's personality filled the last trace of flaws in Yu Qingsheng's character.

The word "cannon fodder" really did not bury Yuanyang's short life in vain, and made him angry, remorse, puzzled, confused and desperate in the following 356 years, and finally slowly turned into peace.

Once again, Yuanyang stood at this important juncture, looking at the decadent Yu Qingcheng in front of him.

At this time, Yu Qingcheng was still deeply stuck in the character setting of "I am Yangyang's nanny", "I want to protect Yangyang", "Yangyang is my eyeball", and he couldn't extricate himself from seeing Yuanyang all night. He looked at Yuan Yang's whole body, for fear that he would be hurt, and blamed himself for speaking too loudly just now, scaring Yuan Yang, and began to think about the feasibility of the plan "how to persuade his father not to go abroad".

Yuanyang looked at him quietly without saying a word.

Only then did Yu Qingcheng realize that something was wrong, he carefully looked at Yuanyang's face, and called out in a low voice: "Yangyang?"

Yuanyang looked at him, moved his mouth, and then opened his mouth: "Brother..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the circles of his eyes turned red, two tears rolled down from his eyes, wet Yuanyang's cheeks, Yu Qingcheng was distressed, he didn't know what to do, he gently hugged Yuanyang into his arms, with very light force, But he said anxiously: "Brother is not going! Brother is not going! Yangyang stop crying, brother will not leave you, brother is wrong..."

This was the first time Yu Qingcheng saw Yuanyang's fragile expression, he was so regretful that he blurted out the promised words impulsively, and finally strengthened his heart after repeating it several times.

Knowledge can be learned anywhere, Yangyang only has this one, if you lose it, you will really lose it.

Yu Qingcheng thought so in his heart.

But he didn't know that Yuanyang in his arms looked at the distant sky, his eyes were dim, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

Get ready, the game begins.

How should I play this time with a rollback and restart?

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