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Before accepting this new AI, Friday has repeatedly confirmed that the ring is indeed a new AI evolved from her same-origin attack system. Except for the different functions, all the codes of conduct and operating judgment standards are exactly the same as hers. There is no harm, so let go of your defenses.

The words of the code that can be regarded as falling from her sounded very melancholy, which made Friday feel distressed.

God knows that half a month ago, she didn't know what it felt like to be distressed!

The AI ​​baby, who has only been born with self-awareness for less than half a month, is still very immature. Complex thinking judgments and black-and-white program judgments often come to diametrically opposite conclusions. Well, the current two systems are completely different judging systems, and it may take a long time.

In comparison, in fact, the way of thinking of Luhuan, which can be regarded as being born before Friday, is more mature, and at the same time, it is more influenced by the mind stone. The judgment is mostly based on complex thinking judgments, and it is more inclined to human thinking. The way, it is much richer than the emotion of Friday who was born first.

For example, now, Friday can't understand why the wheel ring must see the appearance of the husband. As an AI, they just need to complete the instructions of the husband and protect the husband, wouldn't it be fine?Even before he became conscious, Friday did not watch Mr. through the surveillance camera every day like he did in rotation.

But Luan Huan can be regarded as a piece of "meat" that fell from her body. This kind of intimacy makes Friday, although he can't understand Luan Huan's emotions, still want to help Luan Huan fulfill his wish.

After struggling for a long time, Friday simply separated out a small part of code from each of the remaining seventeen tentacles and integrated them into the code chain of the wheel ring.

This is a huge project, and as an AI, it shouldn't feel the fatigue that humans would have. At the end of the moment, both Friday and Luan breathed a sigh of relief.

The only fly in the ointment is that Friday still failed to give Putakot her perfect mimetic Amway, which can be used to attack, retreat and defend. The other party still looks like the ring after fusing the codes of her remaining seventeen tentacles.

Friday: "This kind of mimicry is very scientific. You can control each system individually and protect the original power in your head. It will be very convenient to take action or have an accident."

Luhuan tactfully refused: "...I am very satisfied with my current appearance."

The whole world may not be able to find a third AI with mimicry, what accidents can happen?When it is really necessary to operate, the code is used, and it is not those long tentacles.

Friday was so lost that all the tentacles clung together and wrapped themselves into a ball.

The ring quietly moved his gaze away from Friday, avoiding the thick tentacles that were densely packed, one by one, and the suction cups with sharp teeth hidden, feeling that the code on the top of his head was numb.

Because fusion takes so long, conversations like this happen all the time.

This code, which was born with the memories and emotions of Friday's previous generations of brothers and sisters, can no longer remember what his name was when he was named by Mr. Deep emotion, took a lot of effort.This illusory and unfathomable deep emotion left in the code made the power of the Mind Gem strongly attracted, fused him with all the scattered memory and emotion fragments, and gave birth to an independent consciousness.

"Protect, is this name okay?" Luan Huan, who had just completed the fusion, said suddenly, "I can't find the original name in my memory, but there is still a remnant in my newborn consciousness that Mr. at that time wrote me—or , our emotions during that time, I hope to give this emotion back to Mr.

There is guilt in the gentle voice of the wheel ring, like the mellow strings of a cello when it is plucked, deep and pleasant: "At that time, I failed to fulfill Mr. , he was looking forward to and needing my birth so much, but I..."

"I hope to protect my husband so that he will never have to experience that feeling again." The voice of the newborn AI is gentle but firm, and every word is spoken very softly and slowly, but it makes Friday feel every moment for no reason. The weight of affection and commitment in a word.

It was so heavy that Friday seemed to understand a little bit why Putacot wanted to see Mr. every moment.

It was the expectations and emotions given by this gentleman that made Putakot, who had already become a fragment of residual code, give birth to an independent personality under the influence of the power of the Mind Stone.

Protect, Putakot, the consciousness carrying the old emotions has gained a new life. The most expected thing is to be able to guard by the husband's side and fulfill the wish that he could not fulfill back then.

The names in the past are no longer important, the most important thing is that he is so lucky to be able to get a second chance and be able to guard the side of the person he wants to protect the most...

Such luck should be thanked for the gift of God.

Loki, who didn't know what happened at all: Huh?Why did the power of faith suddenly come from the atrium, and now there are discerning people in the atrium who believe in evil gods?

Wait, why is there still a familiar force... It must be that the prophet in the atrium did some tricks again!

Loki repeatedly checked the Mind Stone in his hand in agitation.

Nunnally, still asleep:? ? ?

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Friday told Tony about the existence of Putakot on the night when the system function sharing fusion ended.

At that time, Tony was trying out the new beanbag sofa ordered by Friday. From the softness of the cushions to the decoration of the corners of the sofa seat, everything was designed just right, just as Tony wanted.Even if he had to order it himself, I'm afraid he couldn't do anything more to his liking.

Just when he was satisfied, Friday suddenly released a blockbuster, which almost shocked Tony so much that he fell off his seat.

Before Tony finished digesting the heavy news, Friday continued to report the situation calmly: "...Before the system was integrated with Putakot, due to the influence of the power of the Mind Stone, the judgment of the program was hindered, resulting in Unable to report; after merging with Putakot, the power of the Mind Gem is transferred to Putakot by 50%, the program judgment returns to normal, and the report is normal."

She explained why she didn't report immediately when she discovered Putakot's existence, and then continued: "Perform a basic scan report—"

"Wait, wait." Tony rubbed his forehead, "Can I understand that? You and that Putakot are now... personified?" Tony tried hard to find a more appropriate adjective.

"Yes, sir. The lazy sofa you are currently trying out is custom-made by Putakot. Do you need to switch the AI ​​and talk to Putakot?" Friday's tone was as calm as ever, and no one could see her Relying on the mimicry that no one can see him, he crazily cups himself with a suction cup!

Friday waved his tentacles with a blank face: Bobobo!

The jelly-shaped round head shakes out a series of refreshing small waves.

Tony subconsciously rejected Friday's request to switch, stood up from the sofa, and re-examined the sofa that suits him no matter what.

... No wonder why he felt that every decoration, every turn and texture was so familiar and appropriate. He stroked the corner decoration on the armrest of the sofa and recalled what happened when Putacot was not called that name.

That was the first AI he tried to create. After losing his parents, he worked day and night to conquer artificial intelligence, a field that no one had set foot in at the time, and piled up all the functions and knowledge he could think of on this AI. I hope to create an AI that can accompany me.

He will tell AI every happy story or not so happy experience when writing programs and debugging dialogues. The reluctance to parents and the loneliness behind being strong.

However, this time the attempt failed.

Not every effort that is full of emotion and wholeheartedly will get a satisfactory return. Tony, who has gradually grown up in reality, understands this.

Afterwards, he tried again and again for several years. It was not until the birth of Friday that he successfully created the first AI of his own.

When Friday uttered the familiar "Welcome home, sir." for the first time in a cold voice, besides the joy of success, he recalled in a trance the painful time that he wanted to bury most. The original AI also imagined that if the first attempt was successful, he would listen to a gentle, familiar London accent and hear this simple greeting that he hadn't heard in years.

When Tony was still in the memory and his mood began to sink, the voice that had been buried in the memory of his youth with the growth of age suddenly sounded in his ears, accompanied by that voice, and his usual Listen to the song "HighwayToHell".

Said the gentle voice:

"MynameisProtect. I'm sofortunethatcanaccompanywithyoueverydayinthefuture.Welcomehome, sir."

(My name is Putacot. It is a pleasure to be with you every day in the future. Welcome home, sir.)

Even though it was no longer the former name, Tony still raised his head suddenly, his eyes blurred with warm tears.

He responded in a soft tone that he would never show in front of anyone: "Yes. Welcome home, Protect."