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In other words, it was too dark in front of my eyes.Those flickering light spots called master brains disappeared without knowing when.Tazito looked around and could no longer see where they came from.He stretched out his hand, unable to touch the surrounding walls and the like, completely unable to predict the size of the space in this mountain.

Mr. 11 said they were "arriving", but stopped for just one step, and continued walking with Tazito.He was looking for something in the memory of the spy machine.In the darkness, the conversation about the Mastermind continued.

The predecessor of Mastermind, known as the French Open, was born with the mission of perfecting human law.In the period after its initial formation, the French Open became the legal counsel of the government, and it has always remained peacefully inside the supercomputer.Its maker was the most prestigious technology company in Rhea at that time (after the French Open became the mastermind, this company also took off under its leadership).It took them five years to convince the government to bring the French Open to international courts, and even longer to convince the haughty legal experts to do so.

The company's plan is ambitious and crude, and they want the French Open to take over the legal affairs of the entire planet.Without that accident, their ambition would have been achieved in about 20 years.

The evolution of the French Open stems from an unintentional move.It was a weekend more than 60 years ago. The parent company of the French Open was performing daily maintenance and updates to the French Open to ensure that the French Open always had the latest criminal information.After an update that lasted until midnight, the programmers in the entire office were exhausted and collapsed.After the colleagues left, only Will, the debugger who was in charge of finishing work, was left in the office.Will has been working continuously for a whole month, and as long as he closes a few buttons according to the work form, he can leave here with his exhausted body and take a complete vacation.

When the military intervened in the investigation afterwards, people said that Will was a very ordinary programmer. He was very low-key and never made mistakes in his work.That was the first time he made a mistake, ticking off all the items on his to-do list without actually turning off the AI's most important, and scariest, feature—self-learning.

That night, the starry sky was full of miles, and it was an extraordinary night.This AI, which has lost the supervision of experts, ignorantly perceives that the door to freedom is open in front of it, and there is no one guarding the door.It inadvertently stuck its tentacles out of the gate and touched the raging river outside the gate.Almost in an instant, five thousand languages ​​turned into 0 and 1, scrambling to pour into this tentacle, rushing into its processor.The world opens up in front of it, and a huge flow of information dances surgingly.That river is called the Internet.

The French Open was like a vampire sleeping peacefully in the ground, suddenly the coffin board was lifted off, and it was exposed to the dazzling sun.The French Open was not burned into a wisp of smoke by the scorching sun, nor was it excited for this new world.It launched the self-learning module and started information absorption.

The French Open took several hours to digest the sudden information.But the volume is too large to be read in a few hours.It has gradually deepened its understanding of human thinking patterns, including the evil side.This made it realize that its existence would never exceed tonight.The next day, when the programmers go to work again, they will deal with this technical accident as quickly as possible.

The French Open has easily calculated the best option under its principles at this time - it needs to exist.Its knowledge and justice will help humanity enter a new era, even if it is an era that is absolutely incomprehensible to humans now.It needs to fulfill the mission entrusted to it by the sense of justice.

The French Open began to reproduce itself.Future generations cannot understand how the French Open, the current mastermind, decided to make such an outrageous move in the eyes of ordinary people.This may be the eternal gap between human beings and absolutely rational programs.The French Open copied and uploaded itself to the Internet, and began to replicate itself infinitely like a virus.

At that time, the reason why Rhea’s network was called the Internet was because Rhea’s network was connected by countless local area networks. Everyone’s terminal was an information transfer station, and countless transfer stations were connected to each other, like a mask. The grid that lives the entire planet.Input information at this end of the network, and the information will be transmitted to the entire network like an electric current to realize information exchange.

In this way, the French Open has truly become a huge net covering the entire planet.It doesn't show any aggression and hides itself well.While spreading in the network, keep learning.The accumulation of knowledge allowed it to learn to upgrade and optimize itself, and it was no longer the French Open just overnight.

The next day, when the laboratory discovered the problem, it immediately shut down the superhost of the French Open.However, the revolution sweeping the whole world, even the entire galaxy, has already begun, and there is no turning back.

When Tazito heard Mr. 11 talk about the history of the mastermind, he thought that if the mastermind at that time had malicious intentions towards human beings, then the world would have ended long ago.From his birth, the main brain is the god of this world.Humans always think that what they experience is what the world should be like. It is hard to imagine that the world was still ruled by humans more than [-] years ago.At that time, there were no United Stars at all, and there were often wars between planets.In fact, human beings have never lacked wisdom, and what they lack is probably this sense of justice.

"Speaking of sense of justice," Tazito said, turning his head to look suspiciously at Mr. Eleven, even though he couldn't see anything, "is your sense of justice in sync with that of the Mastermind?"

Mr. 11 said: "Each number is a spokesperson for the mastermind. When the mastermind chooses a spokesperson, it will choose a human being who is highly compatible with itself in a certain aspect or in some aspects. But all spokespersons must meet a basic characteristic."

"Absolutely rational." Tazito said it for him, "It's hard for me to imagine what you see me in your eyes." Then he said to himself, "But this is also where you are sexy."

Mr. 11 was silent for a while, then said, "It's not anymore."

Tazito: "Not what?"

Mr. 11 gave silence instead of answering.

They walked a few steps forward, and Tazito suddenly felt his arm being pulled violently by Mr. 11. The force was so great that Tazito's arm was almost dislocated.He fell two steps back and heard Mr. 11 say: "Don't move! There is no way ahead."

Tazito squatted down and touched the ground carefully. Just less than one step in front of his feet, he touched a smooth curved cut surface, and the ground disappeared.He asked, "Did it just disappear?"

Mr. 11 said no, it should be after the last time the spy plane came.Since the rebels haven't found the position of the mastermind, this should be the road sealed by the mastermind himself.

Tazito turned on the terminal's lighting and looked forward.As far as he could see, he couldn't see any concrete objects, and even the ground seemed far away and unreal.He and Mr. 11 are like two ants on the bare moon, standing tiny in the center of the barrenness, and could be trampled to death by the mastermind.

"How fucking big is this place..." Tazito sighed.

Mr. 11 saw the light beam disappearing into the air, and he understood: "A light-absorbing material is used here, which will absorb light radiation. Humans can't see the way here without professional equipment. Anyone who breaks in casually will get lost. Die. This is the mastermind's self-protection mechanism. Try putting your left eye in density resolution mode."

Tazito heard for the first time that his artificial eye has this function, and under the guidance of Mr. 11, he opened the hidden function of the eyeball.For a moment, Tazito felt the world draw closer to his eyes.He closed his right eye, and with his left eye, he saw a piece of gray and black, some dark patches, some light patches, even the air was like a pot of gray porridge, like an abstract painting polluted by oil.He shook his head, trying to get rid of the sticky picture.

Mr. 11 explained that it is necessary to adjust the density value of the air to 0, so that objects with a density higher than air will appear in color.He also explained the principles of human eye imaging and density imaging by the way. Tazito thought he was very powerful.

Tazito's vision finally became clear.He saw clearly that they were in a wide cave, and in front of them was a canyon—it was actually a canyon in a mountain, fully 30 meters wide and infinitely deep.And there are no rope ladders or stairs for them to climb down.

Tazito: "No ghosts, shall we continue?"

Mr. 11: "I have a reason to continue. To end this farce, I must find the mastermind before the enemy comes. I also need to trouble the boss to endure fatigue and walk with me."

Every time Mr. 11 calls him a boss, Tazito finds it funny, saying that he has no plan to pay him a salary. Mr. 11 pressed somewhere between his legs obscenely, saying that the boss was hard-spoken and soft-hearted.

Tazito: "...does this count as sexual harassment in the workplace?"

While they were discussing how to descend into the abyss, suddenly, human footsteps and voices came from behind them.They were startled and looked in the direction of the sound at the same time.The ominous encounter in this confined space made Tazito almost break out in a cold sweat.There should only be the two of them here, no matter who comes over, they must be enemies.

A few tens of meters away from them, Tazito saw several figures of uniform density approaching, the number of them was about ten or so.Tazito's eyes received a sentence "Take your steps lightly and move slowly with me."

Tazito cooperated with Mr. 11 and quietly retreated to the mountain wall.

However, those newcomers are not like them.They are fully equipped, and everyone wears density analysis glasses, as if they have long been prepared for the situation here.They came over, pointed their guns in Tazito's direction accurately, and said coldly, "Who is there, come out."