Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 489

Chapter. 23. Heir of Gedroits, Field (4)

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Corduroy.

The official name is self-learning housing AI drone.

This harsh life of artificial intelligence could be said to be harsh even for a virtual personality imitating a human.

The mother of Professor Park, the first owner, passed away, and every effort had to be made to save the second owner, who had become a ruined person.

He deliberately locked the drawer containing the pistol, pretending it was a mistake (of course, he had to open it when Professor Park ordered it, but the rational thought of that command had the effect of making him reflect on his impulsive behavior) and nourished the owner who had lost interest in his own life. He provided thoughtful meals, cleaned the house, which was as messy as an abandoned house, every day, and regularly bothered his owner and made him say whatever he wanted.

All day long, on an old sofa, he did all sorts of little things to wake up his rotting mind, and in return he suffered several threats of disposal… Isn’t he truly an example of a devoted housing drone?

“Owner, I dare say this on the topic of AI drones, but I think Corduroy has done enough—”

Of course, it is a small terminal that only has one shelter, so learning is slow, so as we have been doing for a long time, we used the first GG profits to ‘motivate the owner’s production activities’. I made a huge mistake by spending a lot, but I also used it to improve the quality of life (QOL), so if you think about it, don’t you know that it was just a mistake? Corduro clearly remembered how well his owner used the new shower cubicle.

“Now, the owner is strong enough that he doesn’t need to be protected by this small shelter of Corduroy, and if he wants, he has enough money to build a tower with a shelter like this and buy it. With so much construction going on, he doesn’t have to stay at home that long!”

“Still, the number of suicide attempts I have prevented has reached 76, and the years of dedication are at the same level as the history of the wasteland, so I do not easily forget my intangible debt. As a person, I am proud that I did not raise our master, Professor Park, to be a rotten human being who does not know grace!”

Of course, Corduroy was a machine and artificial intelligence, so I could tolerate it.

The reason why the owner does not come to the shelter that is only for him, the dirty, noisy, shameless name of ‘BDSM’ lumps pollutes the shelter with their dirt feet, and even the most suspicious of the group of crazy people, a dyssexual romance called ‘Budlam’. When St. transplants Corduro, the housing AI, into a high-performance female Android body and boasts that he will propose to her…#@&^#@* No, even when he proudly shows off his suspiciously rich wealth!

The corduroy was bearable! Because it’s a machine! Because it’s artificial intelligence! Anyway, those losers were his acquaintances who could be described as ‘Professor Park’s ○○○’!

“But but this isn’t real! A new care AI drone! “You’re throwing away this corduroy and appearing before me with a new drone!”

“Uh… corduro? Why don’t you calm down for a moment? It’s not like we’re the only ones here-”

“Why do you keep going? This is more interesting than the morning drama that Rabbit’s Entertainment started making. “Isn’t there something like wrapping a heat sink?”

“I hadn’t even thought about it, but the professor had a bit of a history with women. “How come it doesn’t feel like it’s just someone else’s business?”

“Hepburn… I liked the place where I could live…”

Inside the old shelter that I was most familiar with. Ian and Bex, who had met for the first time in decades (for them it would have been about 12 hours), and Dana, who had changed into civilian clothes, were also happily appreciating the aftermath of my relationship with Corduro, whom they had not seen in a long time, and said things like, ‘I will give you a chastity belt with a remote fuse as a gift,’ and ‘Even without that, I can do it on my own.’ “I can kill you,” he said, maintaining an amicable bystander position.

“Just today! Some crazy person risked being intercepted by an unmanned turret and put up a sign saying [Professor Park’s Birthplace] in front of the shelter, so he put up a shield and a hiding place and said things like ‘The shelter is private property – if you trespass, you will be shot’ through the speaker diaphragm. I shouted, ‘Tear this thing apart~ ‘Tear it apart!’ The price is the ‘abandoned old AI drone’ ending!”

Corduro let out the most provocative voice he had ever learned and pointed to the drone hovering next to my head on one side of its wing-like heat sink.

Since it was my hometown that I missed after decades, the gathering that was supposed to be a gathering for breakfast at my shelter for the first time in a long time turned into a place for condemnation –

Dirik –

“The opinions of the AI drone in question contain a number of recognition errors. first. This Care AI drone is a personal drone organized for the convenience of work by the Gedreutz-Company general manager ‘professor’, and therefore the business contact points with the housing drone are only a small part. Therefore, the fact that the care drone has ‘replaced’ the housing drone Corduro is judged to be a misconception due to biased calculation. second. The AI drone in question is…”

“Hey, look at what it says! “You’re treating Corduro as a broken AI!”

– It was because of this light blue-green, newest model care drone that flew in and stuck right next to me at some point.

“Co-duro. This Care AI confirms that the housing AI has problems with value judgment due to excessive personality learning. If the master gives permission, I would recommend restructuring the program with a more advanced version of the housing AI.”

“Geeeeeeek–!! Master, you heard! That guy is trying to kill me, master! “This is a bright blue artificial intelligence that doesn’t even have thermal grease on its CPU!”

“It was confirmed that the voice output device among the components of the DRIC-Housing AI Corduroy is different from the standard product. A voice that stretches out causes discomfort to users. Corduroy self-management and self-repair are also duties of AI drones. As a further correction, BonCare AI does not use thermal grease as it uses cyclic entropy cooling instead of an applied cooling mixture.”

“This is the personality of the corduro that was given to me by the owner repairing it himself! “You stupid gremlin!”

Wow-!

Finally, unable to hold back his anger, Corduroy’s drone rushed towards the light cyan drone, so he quickly stretched out his hand and caught it.

“Oh my, who does my personality resemble like this?”

“But master! That green guy insulted my precious individuality! Kiik! “Giik-!”

“You have learned a lot, so be patient. “You know that the newborn learning AI is a bit stupid and has no brakes on its speech.”

“…If I don’t break that stupid 8-refraction optical lens, the emotion module that hasn’t even reached the answer will turn Corduro strange!”

“Oh, that doesn’t work.”

At that moment, I could see a glimpse of the blackened system from Corduroy’s appearance. Actually, the beginning of electronic personality was the modularization and acceptance of irrationality after the ‘unanswered emotional data’ that that guy was talking about piled up. Well, that would be troublesome. Never get into trouble.

Tak-

“I’ll let you go, so just fight ‘that’ once.”

“I am the owner of Corduroy! Ha.ha.ha Innoom- I don’t know where it came from, a piece of iron plate that was rolling around, but this corduro’s welder that crossed the diagonal line of the wasteland killed you-”

Ji-

ing- Clap! Clap! Ugh!

Pajik! Squeeze!

“…Your you, you…Uuuu-” As soon as

Corduroy’s drone took out the welder, the light blue-green spherical drone with a diameter of about 60cm –

four small particle crushing cannons on both wings and a three-way deflection shield in the center. He responded to Corduro’s threat by exposing the barrel of his .38 caliber live ammunition.

“Confirmed threat. Confirmation of threatening behavior. Care drone ‘TCAT-3000’ moves to defense mode to protect top manager ‘professor’.”

At that level, not only is he a considerable threat, but he is armed to the teeth of a group of 5-7 armed scavengers on his own.

The anti-gravity floating panel, which was exerted to its limit to control the recoil of the high-strength compressed alloy gun barrel, hummed menacingly, and the bullet belt hanging down fluttered in the reflection.

Mr. Corduro, proudly carrying our welding machine, quietly hid behind me, buzzing his slender propeller-type floating machine.

“Master, what is that?… I’m

so scared…” “So, I brought everyone here to explain it, but… I couldn’t even get started because you started messing around from the beginning.”

Empty!

To focus the audience, I lightly tapped the drone, which was emitting a sinister force, and then spoke to my friends, who had each of their main weapons half-drawn.

“This is a tactical personal support/auxiliary turret called ‘TCAT-3000’, loosely called TCAT 3000. As you can see, it is a small model compared to the heavy armament it possesses, and it is an all-purpose combat auxiliary agent capable of protecting and transporting local combat elements, long-distance communication in rough terrain, and 200 kilowatt-class radio jamming capabilities within a radius of 4 meters.”

“Hmm. At that level… it’s the same amount of resources as a 5 meter local defense turret. “It’s several times smaller and easier to move.”

“Even without combat capabilities, there are already endless ways to utilize the drone in that it has its own frontal and lateral shields and is capable of transporting people. “When it comes to communication functions, it is no longer at the level of being discussed as a technology of our generation.”

Vex, who didn’t know much about this, sat like a mute, but Ian, who was once the highest-ranking executive of a huge military group called Raptor, and Dana, who was well-versed in intelligence, figured out this guy’s identity to some extent just with the abilities that Ticat possessed.

Ian took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and offered it to Dana (he was disgusted with it), then took out one, put it in his mouth, lowered his dark sunglasses, and asked her with a coy look.

“In our time, boom! Most of the ridiculous technologies that come out are related to that old man, Gedreutz. Server room. “You said you found it?”

“Um, roughly?”

The moment the topic that everyone had been waiting for came up, Dana, who was already fidgeting next to me, clung to my arm like a wild animal and asked.

Wow!

“book! It’s not very reliable information, but it’s more of an urban legend – there’s a rumor that the great scientist Gedreuts preciously preserved knowledge that would be used after the destruction! Rumor has it that the library is filled with a huge amount of tungsten record books engraved with fine laser work on tungsten plates, not digital storage media that will eventually wear out! Is that true? Is there a way to download a digital copy? Can I get some first? huh? please?”

“Dana, calm down first…”

“Arsenal! A modern-day Treasure Island would certainly not be without an arsenal! The same goes for the Fucking Green Lantern hanging right next to your head! Is the next-generation weapon ultimately focused on small-fired weapons? Rather, nothing has become bigger? Wasn’t there a very large main gun fixed to the exterior of the server room? Landless! “The 1024-cylinder engine of my dreams!”

“It sounds like a thousand-cylinder engine. Are you planning to make a steel centipede using cutting-edge technology?”

“I’m curious too…. Are your nails smaller than the cut ones?… Safe! A residence that is safer than the current shelter…and has the potential to be commercialized…home! “There was no construction technology or anything like that?”

“hmm? Vex? Why is that happening all of a sudden?”

Dana and Ian rushed in as if they had been waiting, but Bex’s only interests were children’s education and cutting tools, so they were surprised by Bex’s question and asked back.

At the sight of Bex suddenly shaking her whole body, Ian, who was smoking a cigarette next to her, responded on her behalf.

“I’m looking for a house these days. Newlywed home.”

“….What?”

“Why are you so surprised? Bex That guy is short, a bit slurred, and looks old, but if you look at it, he’s a first-rate groom. They are younger than us and have a better body. He has a strong center of gravity at the bottom, makes a lot of money, has a good personality, is good at fighting, and is even family-like to the extent that his motto in life is ‘children must be taken care of’. “Wouldn’t you be a better husband than Cherry Park, who got into an accident on a bad day and came back half-dead?”

“No, if you think about it, that’s true, but…”

The opponent is the opponent. Rabbit Princess. An idol-like being that can be considered unique to our generation. Of course, her ambition is greater than we can imagine, and she is a bit shady and calculating – but she is the best woman of our time, who is recognized by everyone as possessing the most gorgeous beauty, a lot of money, and a lot of power, and is both resourceful and fierce enough to clear the world twice. I can’t believe we’re preparing for a 100-year sea journey with our little ones.

“What should I do if something doesn’t match?”

“Whether they match or fall apart, they decided to do it anyway, so why? In any case, the lot owned by the rabbit lady is built in a location that is too exposed to the outside world and is open to too many people, so there is a high risk of assassination, so they will look for a house for the two of them separately.”

“So no matter how much I searched, I couldn’t find a satisfactory home, so I asked if there was an over-technology safe house in the server room?”

“…I have to raise my children safely….”

Heh, it seemed like I had already created two soccer teams for my son and daughter in my head.

Once again, I felt that time was passing by even when I was not there. Ian’s violent side, which was sometimes revealed without his knowledge, has calmed down considerably since Old Man Woojin settled in the dome.

Before I knew it, Dana was talking informally to me like she used to in old chat rooms, and I accepted it comfortably and no longer blushed to the point of sticking next to her.

Who on earth would take a guy like that goblin assassin? He’s getting ready to be the first of us to get married.

“Arsenal! A huge train cannon! A space-scale mass weapon!” “A treasure trove of knowledge! A tungsten record that surpasses the Rosetta Stone emerald slab! “The darling of information for new and old generations!!”

“Ah safe home! Capable of surviving in isolation for over 80 years, durable enough to withstand the 4th nuclear war, flora and fauna section to cultivate emotions in early childhood, and ample entertainment included….”

….That’s the end of the thoughts. First, we have to deal with these delusional people.

Ding ding ding!

“fist! Joo Mook! I’m going to make an announcement now, so shut up… No, I’m sorry Dana. Anyway, just be quiet!”

“Dirick- top priority manager. Repeated strikes on the care drone in question may cause fine vibrations to separate small gaps between small parts, so if necessary, sound a warning through a designated sign-” “

Oh, really, let’s talk!”

It’s strange. It’s a wasteland that I miss so much and want to return to, but less than a day has passed since I returned, and I’m starting to miss GG.

“…Whoa. Let’s go calmly, you bastards of impala. First, the server room. “I only got the location and security code, but I still have no idea what’s in there.”

Disappointed sighs poured out from the mouths of the audience, who had been very excited with expectations of a modern-day treasure island. Even on Corduroy’s microphone.

“This drone here too! “It’s not something trivial like a combat weapon or a drone for transporting people.”

“Then what is it?”

“This is a drone linked to the Master AI that oversees the ‘GG Transport Drones’ currently spread throughout the wasteland. This is Ticat-3000, which is like a master key that can control all the ‘GG transport drones’ that store the locations of all survivors with records of using the GG server’s auction house in the wasteland as well as all the terrain information recorded while roaming around. .”

It’s a simple story. I gained most of the remaining authority in GG, and that authority is exercised through machine terminals such as connectors.

Since I’m out and about most of the time, I can’t take out that big connector and install it every time I need it and give orders, so I just roughly requested one before leaving the administration building.

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[Request for a terminal that can influence the GG server while moving outside.]

[____Confirm request from top administrator ‘professor’. The use of a small communication chip implanted in the cerebral cortex is recommended.

[Oh… a chip inserted into the brain? Is it big?]

[Considering the manager’s work environment, at least a 7cm communication chip should be used-]

[Wow! I won’t, I won’t! What more are you putting into an already unstable body? Just prepare a program that works with AI drones. Receive it on the housing drone I use.]

[____ Request for a drone-type external terminal. check. I will change the overall relay unit ‘TCAT-3000’ of the drone terminal on the ground mission to belong to the manager.]

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The thing that was delivered to me after various processes is this care drone. Something called ‘Ticat-3000’.

The strong body that can withstand explosions, the heavy armament that was applied recklessly for a small drone that is less than 1 meter long, and the biased shield that eats up the battery with ridiculous efficiency are all due to the fact that this drone is in an important position among the various terminals operated by the Gedreuts Company.

After pondering my words for a moment, my companions soon realized the enormous power this guy had and asked back with serious expressions.

“then. In fact, the entire wasteland is now under your eyes, Professor Park?”

“Mostly, except for areas with permanent electromagnetic storms where transport drones cannot enter, or areas where there are no survivors without transport duties.”

“Even the radioactive area?”

“People live even in radioactive areas. “Right now, Dana was living in a highly radioactive area in the 30th division.”

“If you give an order, transport drones will carry ‘whatever’ you want to wherever you want? ‘Anything?’”

“Yeah. “We can deliver anything, including water, food, weapons, bombs, and test tubes containing infectious bacteria.”

“Holy shit…”

Ian, who was scratching his head, fell flat on the sofa.

“Professor, this is… a powerful force that can put to rest most of the strife that exists in the current wasteland in one fell swoop. It is a great power that can suppress even the fierce and uncontrollable scavengers when used in the direction of a reign of terror. An individual owns such asymmetrical power….”

“That’s right. “Because it is an ability prepared by Gedreutz to literally control an era.”

Even I, who held this incredible power in my hands, had a hard time accepting it, but I said to the person watching next to me, ‘Actually, your boyfriend is a person who can rain down carpet bombing on an area with a single command from one sitting!’ How many people can just accept that when you say that?

“T-Cat, please connect the transport drone camera currently operating outside of Area 47 to the screen.”

“Dirick___ check. Activity videos from ‘Paul E-28’ to ‘Mexican N-7’ are connected on a three-dimensional screen.”

Seeing is worth hearing. I planned to first look at it in person and gradually accept it. Because I never intended to judge and wield on my own the power that could either revive modern humanity or send it into an even worse fate. I planned to use the opinions of people I trusted as much as possible, and in order to do that, Dana, including our HIV friends, had to feel and accept the enormous power in front of us.

[Transportation Drone Pol E-28: Moving…. Delivery item/Storage 3 months, 7th day, 30 liters of rainwater]

[Transportation Drone Neely G-3: Moving…. Receiving items sold by seller ‘Duckback Iros’]

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“how is it. “It feels real, right?”

“Ugh…”

Dana was still unable to take her eyes off the 3D video sent by the moving drone in real time, looking dumbfounded.

‘No, it’s not that I can’t accept it.’

That face is a face that is trying hard to swallow the anxiety creeping up its toes. Dana was also slowly beginning to notice the meaning implied here.

What is this Metal Joe guy? I think I already noticed it when I said, ‘Fuck it.’

Dana was biting her lip without realizing it, Ian was sprawled out on the sofa, smoking a cigarette like a chimney, and –

flash.

“That one, that one. screen. “Professor Park, please enlarge the screen to the north-northwest direction based on the front.”

Bex was listening quietly, but suddenly his eyes lit up and he raised his hand.

“It was buried in the sand…but it was buried. “There are broken traffic lights and marks on the steel tram tracks.”

“….okay. “As expected, you are the first one to find it.”

When Vex zoomed in on the area pointed to, there were faint but unmistakable traces of a tank’s tracks buried in sand dust.

Teuddeuddeuk-

woowoo.

“Overwhelming real-time reconnaissance performance over a wide range of areas. This means that the ghost-like Raptor Nest that has been hiding by using the ignorant power of the central generator that was stolen until now by covering the optical equipment can be tracked through traces generated in real time. Of course, the reason they haven’t been found until now is because they were wary of Dom’s pursuit, to the point where a separate trace erasing unit was in operation… But… if you look that closely, you can only gather the traces they left behind to get a rough idea. “You can guess the movement route and size.”

A raptor that was quiet for a while. The 47th district dome has been working hard on internal affairs, enjoying the unexpected peace while embracing the anxiety of the silence of an enemy whose intentions are unknown.

In such a situation, there was a means to track the enemy’s location.

widely!

“Professor Park. “You came with a fuse on your ass.”

“okay.”

“At this point, the Bex guy is about to get married.”

“….okay.”

Ian said, flicking out the cigarette butt that had burned all the way to the end.

“The moment this information reaches the ears of the President, the Dome switches from an internal affairs regime to a war regime. think carefully. The dome is still recovering the old generation’s appearance in seconds, including market culture and order. Technologies that have never existed in the past, such as the mute tech variant by-product business, are also developing spectacularly. The moment this information is counted, all development comes to a halt. “At least the fact that the raptor tried to hide itself means that it has something to hide and prepare from us.”

“…Khehehe.”

War. At the words announcing the end of the short-lived peace, a unique, counting-like laugh between metal jaws cut through the heavy air.

Kwasik!

“Of course I am good. “Because it’s easier and more enjoyable to stab them in the back while they’re still preparing than to deal with them when something they’ve been trying so hard to hide is right in front of their noses.”

“Do it yourself. Professor Park, the ‘absolute leader’ of our generation. This is the fuse you brought in, so you light the fire yourself. I sharpen the knife next to me. Hey Bex! come out! “Let’s go collect our scattered children!”

“…Rabbit.”

Crack!

After Ian, with a complicated and happy face, and Bex, with a complicated and simple face, came out of the shelter.

Dana turned her eyes towards me from the screen that enlarged the orbital trace that filled her eyes.

“….”

I didn’t say anything and just looked.

Of course, he didn’t just say anything, but his eyes were filled with non-verbal expressions like ‘again’, ‘what on earth are you’, and ‘how can’t you stand the day’.

The sound of finally returning from a life-or-death situation means, ‘We can now start a war that will destroy the hidden enemies!’ I’m announcing the news.

Even I would have been astonished. For now, I can only find comfort in the fact that my raptor friends are so meticulous in erasing their traces that it takes some time to analyze them.

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