The protagonist wants to steal my script again

Time passed quickly, and it was finally time for the Prometheus self-healing program to finish running. In the past four months, people in the research institute have not been very stable. After all, no one likes to communicate with the outside world in the last days. Been out of touch for so long.

Originally, this was not necessary. The central intelligence in the research institute was already the most advanced and developed AI that people could develop before the end of the world. Otherwise, it would not be recognized by a picky person like Alois. When Prometheus successfully developed it Si has become a near-perfect central processing AI recognized by the artificial intelligence community. It stands to reason that it is unlikely that such a bug that forcibly traps everyone in the research institute for four months will appear.

However, the only one with the authority to lift Prometheus's closed alert state is Alois, who is the highest person in charge, and he has not been judged dead or incapacitated by Prometheus, nor has he transferred his authority. Operation, so it is still the owner of the highest authority, which led to this embarrassing situation.

Including Alois' previous laboratory, it was also inaccessible due to lack of permissions. Even though they knew that there might be a lot of important research materials or even semi-finished products stored in it, no one could go in and check it.

"The repair will be over in three hours, although it has nothing to do with us." An Minghui sat by Alois' bed, casually chatting with the people around him, "Lost contact for four months. , I guess people outside will think that some kind of research accident caused the entire army to be wiped out."

Alois tilted his head and thought for a moment, then came to the conclusion: "It's not important."

"Okay, well, I know that almost no one is important to you, and you don't care about others at all, do you?"

"No." Alois denied his claim. "You matter."

An Minghui smiled as usual: "Then the next sentence is that you love me, am I right?"

"Yes, I love you." Alois nodded.

It is obviously just a three-word sentence, which is so simple that it is somewhat lacking, but this world-renowned genius always likes to repeat it over and over again, without expression or special intonation, but it is seriously serious. way to tease.

He chuckled, and was about to speak, when he heard a soft sound in the room, like the sound of something being opened, and then a dazzling light was projected head-on, which seemed a bit familiar.

Subconsciously lowered his head to avoid the glaring light, it took An Minghui a few seconds to realize that the light was very similar to the light projected by a projector.He turned to look at Alois beside him, but saw that he was staring intently at the supposedly blank wall behind him.

Turning his head to look at the wall behind him, An Minghui was surprised to see that a large area of ​​symbols, data and algorithm formulas with unknown meanings had been projected on the wall, and the arrangement was extremely messy, as if a child had painted it on by hand. Graffiti is messy and illogical.That's enough information to make any normal person feel scalp numb after reading it. At least with the information An Minghui has so far, except for those completely unfamiliar characters, he saw in it at least four research fields and The language symbols of five computer algorithms, and this is only a part of them.

But Alois was obviously not within this range. He stood up to avoid the beam to avoid covering part of the projection. At the same time, his finger quickly slid on the table beside him, as if he was hitting the opposite wall at an alarming speed. information to interpret.

An Minghui was confused by this. Although he didn't understand why this happened suddenly, he obediently stepped aside without making a sound, and quietly waited for Alois to untangle the lock. Horrible puzzle.

About 10 minutes later, Alois picked up the pen that An Minghui had placed here before, and slowly wrote a short line of text on the paper:

FORTHEMIRACLE

Obviously, the final interpretation of these computationally intensive information is just such a sentence that does not make any sense on the surface.

But how could the existence of such a thing be meaningless?At least with the complexity of the decryption process, he has reason to believe that it must have been written by Alois himself, and it is impossible for this genius to spend time doing any useless work when he is fully conscious.

When Alois handed over the paper, An Minghui subconsciously took it—something related to Alois, his first reaction was to think of the dusty laboratory.

He asked Alois if he knew the specific meaning of this sentence, but obviously the other party hadn't recovered this part of the memory, and he just shook his head to express that he didn't know clearly about his question.

"Alois, I'll leave first, you wait for me here for a while." After finishing speaking, he planned to go to Mr. Sendra to talk about this matter, but he didn't expect the vines that originally covered the walls and surveillance cameras to hear After he was about to leave, he suddenly gave up his cover and entangled him.And just as the separation wall and the surveillance camera were about to be exposed, the projection that filled the blank space of the entire wall disappeared instantly.

This intention of not wanting to be seen by outsiders was too obvious, and An Minghui couldn't ignore it.

After hesitating for a while, he patted the plant wrapped around him, and said to Alois in a gentle voice, "I'll be back soon, just to take a look."

After a long while of consolation, the vines reluctantly let go.

In the end, An Minghui still didn't tell anyone, and came to the door of Alois' laboratory alone, and then heard the mechanically synthesized male voice belonging to Prometheus: "Please enter the password."

He raised his hand and typed the words written by Alois on the touch input screen by the door.

FORTHEMIRACLE

About a second after pressing the end button, the emergency wall behind him lowered without warning, completely blocking his way, and at the same time, the electronic male voice without emotion sounded again: "The biometric information authentication is successful. , please enter the voice pass."

There was a change on the touch screen just now, the virtual keyboard that was originally displayed disappeared, and it was replaced by a Sudoku game page with English words as the medium. I saw this password game in a book on the Internet. After understanding the rules, it is actually not difficult, so it is quite smooth to advance.

This made him somewhat relieved. After all, if what was shown was a problem as difficult as the projection just now, then he could only declare surrender.

According to the rules in that book, the final password should be to connect the letters on the line from the upper left to the lower right.

After seeing the finally spelled passphrase, his expression became rather surprised, and after a long pause, he slowly spoke the voice passphrase that Prometheus asked for.

"Voice pass authentication is successful, welcome to enter."

The white door opened, and everything went unbelievably smoothly. An Minghui hesitated for a moment, feeling that he should not trespass into other people's private territory without authorization, but the exit passage was still blocked by the emergency wall, so he finally Still went in.

He thought, since Alois before the memory loss made such a design arrangement, it must have his purpose.

Cautiously stepping into Alois' laboratory, An Minghui first stood at the door and looked around. At a glance, the laboratory is very large, filled with various sophisticated instruments, most of the desktops are It's neat, but some of them look quite messy, as if they were often used by the owner before he left.

He took a closer look, and besides the experimental samples and instruments, there were also many manuscripts and calculations of Alois scattered on those tables. The handwriting on them was exactly the same as that on the note in his pocket, with sharp edges and corners. , some of them are written very neatly, and you can feel the rigorous character of the writer at a glance, but some of them are quite messy, as if they were recorded quickly in a very urgent state.

An Minghui glanced at it for a while, and could see that it was indeed a research project on zombie viruses, but the writing on the top paper was very scattered, it was just a scratch paper for temporarily recording thoughts, and he couldn't tell from it. what.

Under the draft paper was a form, the content in the form was very concise, and he probably knew the content at a glance.

Experiment No. [-] death confirmed

Confirmation of the death of the second subject

Subject No. [-]'s death confirmed

……

Subject No. [-] to be observed (processed)

Looking at the long list of death confirmations, he sighed, put down the form, turned around and walked into another room connected to the laboratory.

It was Alois' bedroom for resting. An Minghui thought that it would be filled with a serious and frigid style like the laboratory outside, but he didn't expect that the decoration inside was warm and full of life, with warm colors as the main The main color, even a few withered flowers in a vase on the bedside table, and a photo frame next to the vase.

However, the content of the photo in the photo frame made him widen his eyes in shock the first time he saw it, and he felt like his mind was down for a while.

"The second stage is completed, and after the pre-test conditions are met, the finishing procedure will be started in 30 seconds. Personnel in the facility are requested to go to a safe place quickly to avoid unnecessary damage."

Finishing touches?

Hearing Prometheus' mechanical rigid countdown, An Ming frowned, but there was nowhere near him to go right now, so he simply waited for the countdown to end in Alois' bedroom, wanting to wait for the system's self After the repair is finished, go out and investigate some things you care about.

However, after the countdown ended, a large amount of pale yellow gas suddenly poured into the room from the exhaust system, filling the entire room in an instant. After inhaling the gas, An Minghui felt dizzy almost immediately, and In a few seconds, he quickly became unconscious, and there was no room for struggle, and he quickly lost consciousness.

The author has something to say: Dean's work diary:

he is beautiful

also very mysterious

Worth setting up a project for lifelong research

.Thanks to the little angels who voted for me~

感谢投出[地雷]的小天使：顾言楚3枚、deee18_8702枚、澄清叶1枚、小黑同学1枚、翼1枚、陈言慎1枚、骨头1枚、柒1枚

Thanks to the little angel who threw the [grenade]: 2 Crispy Fruits, 1 Chen Yanshen, 1 Kui Mo

Thanks to the little angel who voted [Bazooka]: I have a cat at home

Thanks to the little angels for irrigating me with nutrient solution~

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