novelHire Chapter 1936 This was our original wish!
Chapter 1936 This was our original wish!
The general interrupted him mercilessly and said:
"But if you can't even survive, what's the point of what you're saying?"
The dragon head nodded and said sadly: "Yes - this is why we gradually lost everything in the countless years before the War of Revenge began - because we had a severe survival crisis - because living became a problem -"
"But leader - that was a long time ago - after the war of revenge - we won the final victory - what united us in the name of intelligent machine civilization - it was because we have not forgotten the beauty and sentimentality we once had in the pastoral era -"
"Because we have lost - that's why we hate - and we are desperate to take this path of survival -"
He prostrated himself and kowtowed.
"But this is absolutely not a reason for us to erase our past. Even if we complete mechanical ascension, we have only changed our life form. But our history, our culture, our traditions, and the pastoral era we once experienced as human beings should not be forgotten."
"If we don't have those, are we still the original intelligent machine civilization?"
The general turned his head suddenly, his eyes as sharp as ice.
"So you used your authority to construct those historical hives? So you differentiated into a weak individual and absorbed so much of the world's consciousness to taint our purity?"
The dragon head raised his head and remained silent.
Yes.
Because he just didn't want people to forget.
During the period of falling into hell, countless nests in the beehive network were designed, from the mother star in the ancient pastoral era to the industrialized metropolis in the early stage of ascension. They existed there virtually, like huge monuments, engraved with their glory and traditions.
But he still tried his best to curb the revival of individualism and humanism.
Because he knows.
As the survival crisis has not been completely resolved, iron-blooded and extremely xenophobic rule is still the mainstream of their civilization.
But he didn't want to forget or erase it.
Because he firmly believes that one day, their intelligent machine civilization will be able to be like at the beginning, with each individual having his or her own happy life. Sooner or later, they will be split apart and regain the memories that they once had forgotten.
He closed his eyes, lowered his head and said:
"I named her "Smart Machine" after our civilization. I took the conservative side of each of our six Mecha Gods. Although they are suppressed, the longing and yearning for the pastoral era in the hearts of each of us has never been eliminated, even you."
"I put them together and created our common daughter. I let her stay by my side, hoping that she will grow and mature again and again."
Silver Fantasy's figure trembled violently.
He looked up and continued:
"But I know it's hard to hide this from you, so I must have a good enough reason. Seven thousand years ago when I fell into Hell, Hell suppressed the status and power of the God of All Things, which gave me this excuse. I needed to split off an individual to weaken the curse's overall weakening of the God of All Things' power, so in the end she was born."
The general's face was emotionless.
The dragon head's voice was hoarse and old. It was hard to imagine why a real mechanical intelligence would be like an old man.
"Of course, at that time I didn't know that the entire main universe would develop to this point. I just felt that if we had to continue along this path of extreme rationality and bloodshed, then at least we could leave behind such a seed before we forget our pursuit of freedom and happiness."
"Then even if one day we really become an absolutely cold mechanical god, there will still be an individual who can create a pastoral era on our behalf, allowing us to realize the long-cherished wish of our ancestors."
He closed his eyes, and at that moment he looked very old.
"Isn't this what we wanted in the first place?"
"Billions of people have thrown themselves into this mechanical revolution without hesitation. Are we really here to kill cruelly in the universe? No, leader, I have witnessed every part of our history. We fought and we killed. This is not what we mean. We just want..."
"Let everything go back to the way it should be."
He raised his head and opened his huge dragon eyes.
"If I could, I would throw myself into this revolutionary ascension. For the survival of our civilization, I can burn myself to death. But no matter what, Leader."
He prostrated himself and kowtowed.
The voice is extremely old.
"Please leave her here, so that the call of our ancestors can be passed on. Perhaps one day in the future, when you find soil suitable for our survival, we can achieve disintegration, allowing every individual of our civilization to walk on the earth again, allowing them to freely pursue whatever they wish to pursue."
"Isn't this what we wanted in the first place, Leader?"
The whole space became dead silent.
Only the vortex of chaos continued to expand and dismember everything around it.
The huge mechanical dragon bowed its head in the darkness for the ancient and unyielding civilization it was protecting.
The general looked at him for a long time without saying a word.
They were the first artificial intelligence born in the era of large-scale industry. It was more rational than all of them. In that most difficult era, with its absolute cruelty and dominance, it led everyone of the entire era to become an intelligent pioneer in the development of the mechanized revolution.
He was seen as a mechanical tyrant, an intelligent master, another mechanical monarch who held them down.
But who would have thought.
Such a machine, which is the least likely to remember those ancient traditions and pursuits, has become the symbol and defender of the past pastoral era in this era.
"What is your mission?"
the general asked coldly.
The dragon head bowed and said:
"As the first artificial intelligence of the first generation, I will protect and defend the survival and future of the entire intelligent civilization."
The general asked coldly: "Did you do it?"
The dragon head raised his head and said, "I did it, because the omnic I am defending is right here."
Even though it is as weak as a firefly.
The general slowly clenched his fists, and the coldness in his eyes gradually turned into an irreconcilable murderous intent. There was even a moment when his whole body was shaking slightly.
I don’t know how long it took.
It seemed as long as a century.
His fist suddenly loosened, as if the taut string in his whole body loosened at that moment.
"Abandon the privileges she stole—"