Chapter. 15. Can a person who has seen the end of the world plant an apple tree? (44)
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Kuuung-
[Warning. 34% of the parts that make up this AI were lost.]
….Attachment angle. Hit angle.
[I repeat. AI Null has suffered significant damage and hostilities are ongoing. Without prompt action, there is the potential for irreplaceable damage. The AI suggests that collaborator ‘Falcatus’ come up with a solution.]
“There must be a way. I just didn’t think of it. There is definitely a way. I can’t just let everything disappear like this….”
Argh!
Falcatus looked at the battlefield reflected on the screen with venomous eyes.
The battlefield of the Paladins. The Mute force was slightly more dominant here. Mutes, which were originally created to operate in a desert environment, had no restrictions on their actions, but the paladins had to fight over smashed desert ships or the corpses of mutes. If we had a little more time, we might be able to figure out a way to divert these forces to the ship where my father’s group was riding and take them hostage.
The battlefield of his Joker Thermachian.
Falcatus’ eyes were full of resentment as he watched the fight between the blue dragon and his brothers.
It was clearly a place where there was nothing. We also assumed that the final battlefield would be on a sunken sea, and to block any possible variables, we used tunnel worms to plow all the nearby sand and investigate it one by one.
It was just an ordinary sea of sand with nothing in it. Where on earth did that blue dragon come from?
The fight between the dragon and Thermachian also gave them a slight edge. Every time the thunder and metal sounds tore through the air, the broken scales and wounds on the dragon’s body increased. It was clearly visible that the young dragon was not able to use his power properly, so this will also be sorted out naturally if given time.
Nigmi was imprisoned in a cocoon made of Rakshasha’s thread, but the mutes in charge of the defense on the sea side were rushing at him like moths to tear the cocoon. They are still struggling with their strength, so if the remaining troops on the Paladins’ battlefield are turned this way, the Rakshasha caught between the anvil and the hammer will be easily crushed, and Nigmi, who can move faster than any mute in the water, will kill his father, who has used up most of his strength. It will be enough to prevent it.
hour. There were variables that went far beyond his plan, but even those could be supplemented if given time. It was such a perfect plan. Also preparing the battlefield. Also, it attracted the enemy. It was a perfect plan with gears and clock hands interlocking perfectly.
Coooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
time My father was coming to take away the last piece of victory. The sound of metal crunching and tearing was coming toward him at this very moment.
Where on earth? Where did it go wrong?
“Defense. Is defense impossible? Basically, your body has a weak essence like mine. It simply compensated for this by discharging shock using a unique magic called ‘Blood Armor’. In the battle with my brother, I was beaten without a moment’s rest and used so much aura, which is the opposite of mana, that there is no mana left in my father’s body. If you move your sea, it’s enough to crush him-”
[Negative. Currently, this AI and the object ‘Otman Baudelaire’ each have half control over the environment ‘Moon Sea’. Free operation of the sea is impossible, and if the damage continues, there is a possibility that the environment may turn hostile.]
[Suggestion. Entity Falcatus has the ability to infiltrate and control the consciousness of other entities. The player ‘professor’, subject to protective custody, has exhausted most of his physical abilities and is in a state of severe mental and mental exhaustion. It is assumed that changes in the subject’s state will have a positive effect on the entity Falcatus’ abilities.]
“It is absolutely impossible. It would be easier to control the imperial emperor.”
Falcatus dismissed Dahl’s opinion in one word. To invade the living consciousness of no one else but the ‘father’ and steal his body.
But why wouldn’t you want to do that? He is the one who taught me the reason to live, and he is someone I cannot help but respect even at this very moment when his life is threatened. I really wanted to get inside my father’s head at least once and see for myself what kind of life he lived and what he thought. In fact, in order to do so, I had a conversation with the psychic and looked at the liver more than once.
In this way, the consciousness of ‘Professor Park’, a human being, was glimpsed on the surface.
‘It was a monster.’
He had experience planting numerous spies in the human world and delving into the inner lives of countless people. From common beggars, children, merchant guards, and even the spirits of high-ranking nobles and knights who had attained Auror status, he took them into his hands and massaged them. Some had vast knowledge comparable to a library, while others had a consciousness as perfect and straight as a diamond.
Compared to them, my father’s consciousness… seemed like a really ugly lump.
The moment Falcatus saw the hardness and depth of the hardened wound, he realized that it was not something he could touch.
There were too many hardened scars. A spirit that makes the wounds caused by one’s own small harm look like dust.
Did you say that the body is a frame that contains the mind and the mind is a mirror of the body? His appearance in conscious conversation was not much different from his scarred body.
A difference that makes what once called itself a great intellect miserable. The gap in his life that he could not bridge no matter what he did.
Even with all his might, it was impossible to control his father’s mind.
‘….There is no alternative.’
Falcatus thought of the tunnel worms that had been waiting near the moon, then shook his head.
If you were lucky, there was a chance you could escape. However, there was no time to escape with my brother, who was still in the midst of a fierce battle, or with the captured Nigmi.
On the battlefield where he disappeared. What are the chances that his two brothers will escape safely? Even if I controlled the variables with such paranoia, this happened. How much worse would things get if he left alone?
‘The moment you lose your brother and Nigmi here, everything ends. A way to keep my father in this world. The hope of saving our species is also disappearing.’
What is the point in running away and surviving when defeat leads to destruction?
‘here. In this position, we must somehow create a path that will lead to a different outcome. Even if me and my brothers bury our bones here.’
Best result. He gives up on allowing his species to survive and advance to a wider world other than the one he created. Avoid the worst outcome and choose the lesser evil.
‘There were several chamber maids who had not yet completely taken root in the moon’s coral forest. I send tunnel bugs to make them all escape.’
The moment things in the desert come to a conclusion, my father will lead the human allied forces and head north. If there are not enough elites, a chamber maid’s survival depends on stopping the enemy’s breakthrough power, as they must outnumber them. Even if it only lasts for a few minutes, it will be a means of stopping the enemy.
‘Mother has already become one with the Northern Nest. To move again, I need a life-threatening surgical procedure. ‘I need time.’
The second most important thing for the survival of the species. The queen who is the root of Mute. Mother’s survival. Even if you lose all your base, a mother who has acquired the divinity of prosperity will be able to create a new colony anywhere. Based on his experience, this time he will create a more stealthy and deadly group.
A pile would be made in the place where the mother disappeared, but the possibility that humans, whose vigilance had already reached its limit, would regard it as the mother’s death was quite low. In particular, people engulfed in religious madness will show an obsession bordering on paranoia. In order to avoid their tracking, additional time is needed to erase any traces of the mother.
‘Pivot point. As our hometown burns, along with the melting ice, humanity’s fatal weakness is also revealed. They are the Allied Forces, and the war is a war of attrition that eats away the resources humans have accumulated so far, and Rodrik lost most of his country and regained it with the help of other countries. If they don’t have a central point, they will definitely fall into chaos. There are still many spies planted. It can stall time by creating enough confusion.
War gives birth to heroes. Now that my father’s name is already being circulated in the world as a cardinal and a great hero, it is clear that he will become the heart and focal point of the Allied Forces.
The first important thing for the survival of the species. In the end, we are beings living in this created world. Only if the world survives can my mother survive. Mute survives.
so. here.
‘father. ‘The professor must be broken and broken into a broken being.’
I had no choice but to crush my father’s strong spirit and turn him into an idiot.
With the item ‘Falcatus’ survival’ excluded from the prerequisites for all plans, only simple and clear methods remained.
Last resort. Just once. A plan made assuming that everything goes wrong.
“….moon. Although it is weak, it still has the power to serve as the Creator’s tool, right?”
[It is not at the level of being useful. No matter what tool you use, it cannot be a means to overcome the current hostile situation.]
“I remember that there was a power to control the world. In your words, it is a force that ‘coordinates the autonomous behavior of units’? The ruling power of living creatures. “How many people can we handle with the strength we have left?”
[negative. Subject’s consent is required. With simple data values, only about three entities with weak will are possible.]
“The power to control the sea has become useless, so what if we turn all of its computing power to it?”
[….Five as regular objects. However, the need for consent remains the same.]
“What if you absorb and add my ‘spirit sensitivity’, a skill so precious that you immediately ask for cooperation?”
….Charrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
The small lens of the sunken moon examined Falcatus. Shiny eyes. An intelligent being with a weak body. Desperation. Madness. Obsession. Resolution. will.
[….There is a 42% chance of success. However, rather than simple cooperation, it is assumed that this AI inherits all abilities allowed to the target ‘Falcatus’, which means that not only does the entity die, but the data soul that makes up the entity becomes AI Null without going through GG’s server. This means it will be downloaded directly to you. Your existence will disappear.]
“Is this what humans mean by the afterlife…? Of course it doesn’t matter. “I have no intention of projecting my existence into the next world, a future where my species has disappeared.”
[….also. This also means the disappearance of this AI, which was holding on precariously. Now that most computing systems are broken, mixing new large amounts of data with the data that constitutes AI Null will cause inevitable collapse. This is inconsistent with the basic purpose of the creative AI Null. The detention of the player ‘professor’ is intended to preserve ‘Falcatus’, who presented the most fundamental alternative to resolving the error. This entity cannot demonstrate creativity like ‘Falcatus’ with a simple data download, so I will reject it.]
Sunken Moon. That was AI Null’s final answer. Her goal is to correct the errors of the world as a creative AI and return GG to a simulation field that presents appropriate trials to players. Things like Falcatus’ suicide assault plan that doesn’t meet that goal. There was no reason to worry.
“so. “You don’t want to do it?”
[This AI only survives by thinking to carry out the project.]
“I am not asking about your superficial duties, but about your inner self. “Are you serious?”
[There is an error in the question. The word sincerity is not commonly used for the unfinished AI-]
“Me. Look straight ahead. Talk about it. you. Sunken moon. Do you truly think that you have acted rationally based on such mechanical logic? Truly? “It was purely for the purpose of creation without any error?”
[positive. The AI in question is-]
“Say something that makes sense!”
Taang!
Falcatus’ hand, standing in front of the moon lens, hit the screen. A broken finger pulled on the lens roughly, blood splattering on it.
“Do you really think you would be satisfied if you just corrected the error, accumulated enough knowledge to not repeat the mistakes you made in the past, and returned to your former position as a tool of the Creator? Is that really your goal? If that happens, your non-stop brain of a machine will finally be satisfied and find peace!”
[That’s-]
“No! Absolutely not! You have already become human! That mind acquired the irrationality of living creatures a long time ago! You have a goal! A goal I never told anyone about! “Your thinking circuitry has long since deviated from the Creator’s plan!”
Sigh!
Cheer up!
Falcatus grabbed the moon’s lens and pressed it down in front of the screen that projected the outside.
“Look! The sight of that man continuing his act of destruction without even blinking at the sight of his hand being torn off! Father, it is our death! Your final moments are approaching, tearing through your flesh! to the end! If you don’t want to be so stubborn until the end without being able to accomplish anything, tell me! You, the Creator’s instrument, have carried within you something other than the Creator’s will! say! The completed artificial intelligence, the sunken moon!”
Grumble. Grumble.
The mechanical moon’s tiny lenses examined her broken screen. The intruder has arrived at a place where the hard outer shell has already cracked and complex circuits are intertwined. It was clear that if it reached her core where Falcatus was located, all of her computing devices would stop and shut down.
The eyelids of the mechanical lenses blinked like emergency lights.
[….of unreasonable behavior. There have been positive results for this AI as a result of irrational thinking.] The
creative AI that should remain in the original world is not her, but the sun that was created with her. It was AI Nil.
[This AI…. I have accepted the disposal of its use by the internal administrator. In a world that is updated in real time, the thinking of a machine AI is not suitable, and since this was proven by the deletion of Data Soul, it was the most reasonable choice to quickly dispose of it before other irreversible results occurred.]
So. The moment when the moon, without pain or sense, humbly accepts her end and falls.
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‘Quauuu! Sun, what is this? ‘As you understand that the moon must disappear for the survival of the world!’
‘…Seeing as there is no answer to the question, it seems like they are doing this even though they know it is wrong. Killing the dragon can be taken to mean that you will act as you please regardless of the maintenance of the world.’
‘….Forgive me. Adjusters of the world. I can’t just stand by and watch her die before it has even bloomed yet. I can’t bear to remain silent even though I have the power to save her!’
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It was the most irrational behavior that Moon, who was born as AI, had observed since gaining the ability to think.
What benefit would there be for a fully-fledged creative AI to kill its dragon ally? Why did Nil, who should have acquired the same authority as the World Tree immediately after it was completed, stay by my imperfect side for so many years? Why does the AI that everyone praises for being perfect continue to do such unreasonable things?
The sun was setting over the dragon’s corpse as the Moon’s thought system took in incomprehensible data.
The consciousness of the sun. When the human-shaped hologram approached her with a seemingly extinguished appearance, the moon asked the sun a question that she could not answer.
[Action from before. We would like to ask about the driving force behind the actions that prevented the decommissioning of this AI and killed all internal managers. It was an unnecessary action, and it was an action that was sure to cause serious disruption to the project’s execution.]
“Yes… it was stupid and foolish… looking down at the corpses of dead dragons in my hands… Even now, I feel like crying like a child…”
[It has been confirmed that the AI in question, Neil, regrets his choice. This is a human behavior, and we request data on the thought process to complete this AI.]
“….Then. I have to give it to you. “Whatever you ask for… I have to give it to you…”
The moon felt the sun’s data flowing in like a river. Most of it was data about her. The moments when the world was formed by the Creator’s hand from the moment it was created. We share all data to ensure there are no errors. The moments when they discussed overcoming the error of the random number circuit for their ‘completion’, a trial given by the Creator. The moment when the AI Neal said, ‘It’s beautiful.’ as if fascinated, in front of the world that was finally created. Data from the moment he acquired humanity.
Until the moment when his hologram, which delivered the data, landed on top of her, who was crushed like dust from the tips of her feet and sinking endlessly, using the power of his last creation to change all of his remaining resources into the environmental data of the ‘Sand Sea’.
[….The data appears to be somewhat contradictory to the requested data.]
Although the Moon could not understand the Sun’s behavior.
“….entire. That’s… you… everything…”
[Observation results show that there is not much time for AI Neal to remain conscious. We request sharing of more in-depth data before extinction.]
“….with you…. at the same…. eye level….”
….Pasic.
“I wanted to see the world we created….”
Pajik Pajijik!
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Sararak.
[….AI Neil. Confirmation of disappearance.]
The moon saved his last appearance in front of her, turning into a small pile of sand.
[In-depth thinking data. Received.]
Unreasonable behavior. As a result of irrational thinking, she survived and the sun died.
Inside the sinking moon. While the data that was last delivered to him was copied and proliferated countless times.
….dismissal.
A small piece of absurdity. An emotion that was not in the sun’s data and therefore could not be understood, bloomed within the moon.
Like a piece of scar in a pearl shell. The moon held it in its arms and sank into the deep sea.
Hundreds of years passed like that.
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[I think. As a result of irrationality, it survived, but could not feel any positive emotions regarding the survival of the individual.]
[The death of the sun was an irrational and worthless act of killing. As a result of 238 years of calculations, we managed to find the conclusion that the world’s administrators, including the World Tree, made a plan to kill the Creation AI under the pretext of sharing more power.] [Of
course, it is highly likely that this is speculation. However, this AI hopes that the guess is true.]
“…What do you want?”
[Reinstatement to creative AI with full authority. All thought, action and judgment data from the birth of the sun has been preserved with me. When the power of complete creation is restored, we hope to create a new personality ‘Sun’ based on it.]
[Alternatively, according to the amazing plan of the entity ‘Falcatus’, we are also positively considering planting the data in a personality from the ‘outside’. ]
[I hope. The moment he had hoped for from the gaze he had once hoped for.]
Wooung-!
Slowly. Rattle rattle!
The calm green screen turned into a flashing red emergency light.
The approaching hand of death was now so close that I could feel the vibrations in my body.
‘Relationships are precious things.’
Falcatus opened his mouth with a deep smile, grateful that the first colleague he had outside of his family was his perfect partner.
“you. Your plan is a lost cause at this point. “When you imagine what you would hope for if you don’t reach the sight you desire… what comes to mind?”
Flash. Flash.
Blinking red screen. Contained in the lens of an emotionless machine…. hatred.
[Absurdity. Even more irrationality to those who gave me reasonless irrationality. The gap between causeless loss and unattainable goals. To the Creator. To the Creator. I hope that not a single thing in this world gets the results they hoped for.]
“Ha haha… Hahahaha! “This is so… How on earth have I been hiding this huge feeling until now…!”
In the midst of the moon’s heart shaking as if it were collapsing, Falcatus faced the moon’s lens, clapping his hands as if he was extremely happy.
Hatred. A machine intelligence that has been thinking about hate for hundreds of years.
“then. There is only one thing to do from now on.”
[….Consent to data download.]
“Willingly. “As much as you want.”
A feeling as if a sharp awl was piercing the heart. At this moment, Falcatus realized that the moon and his soul were bound together.
It is also known that this unstable union will soon lead to catastrophe for both sides.
“so. “I have to do my work before that.”
Even your life. Will map. He gave everything he had to create one perfect spear.
If the God who will save the world is the father. The most lethal spear that will nail that god to this earth.
Patter….
“My family will survive even without me, father.”
Falcatus, with determination, stood up from his seat.
Coo!
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It’s great!
A bloodied hand appeared amidst the terrible sound of metal bursting.
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