Chapter +0. Hereafter, all paid (2)
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158 years. It was a long time, and it was a time when many things were bound to change.
[Eh… that’s roughly what I know. Did this explain it?]
‘It’s too much.’
Fortunately, this old man, Rajerde, was a high-ranking religious figure and had a knack for speaking.
To conclude, I greatly misunderstood. Big enough to mercilessly twist the neck of an innocent old man.
“I… I’m sorry. “Young man.”
“Hey, don’t say that!”
“No really. “I’ve lived a rough life, so my personality has changed… Is your neck okay?”
Lazard. This old fanatic was not an axis of evil who dreamed of conquering the world through the resurrection of strong artificial intelligence, nor was he a mad scientist who wanted to cause chaos in the world by resurrecting ancient data souls.
“If you really care, how about treating me poorly? “I can’t bear it because the voice of a professor who respects me is more burdensome than my injured neck.”
“Uh….Rudge. Brother Lazard.”
“Oh oh oh oh!”
He was really an old man who was obsessed with this religion called the ‘Hanger Order.’
Whoa whoa!
“Ho, if you don’t mind, please call me ‘Lazard, the one who carries my life-’ as expressed in verse 12 of the 4th chapter of the Book of Second Coming-”
“Get out.”
“You learn quickly!”
Among them, he was a very polarizing type of person.
Anyway, aside from the fact that his tastes were somewhat suspicious, he was a high-ranking religious figure, knew a lot, and was good at speaking, so he was good at explaining things neatly.
The reason why a distant, ancient, sacred electronic personality was awakened from its sleep. This may be because chaos has arrived in the world again.
The reason this body was awakened was-
“The facility has entered the highest security perimeter and all partition walls have been closed. “I was wondering if you could help me out with that…”
….He actually called me to ask me to verify my identity. The carefully stored electronic personalities of dead saints.
haha. Heh heh fuck.
“…Lazard.”
“yes! Yes, Professor!”
“If you don’t explain the reason right now, I will immediately collect the life debt you owed me a long time ago.”
After all, it is the future. From insulting the deceased, the level is different from our generation.
Fortunately, while I was holding Lazerde by the collar with saint-like patience, the talkative priest even added the omitted explanation.
“Second mechanical revolution?”
“yes. Farquo, me, and the terrified citizens in the corner hurriedly took refuge in this temple to avoid the approaching killing machines. “It’s a place with a lot of valuable items, so it’s well-equipped with security facilities.”
So, I entered the highest level security facility to avoid the crazy machines, but I am incarcerated because I do not have the authority to operate the security facility that is on alert.
“Hmm….”
“In fact, since it has only been 40 years since the Machine Intelligence Human Rights Act was properly recognized, discrimination existed in many ways. Thanks to this, the doubts about machine intelligence that had been building up like a powder keg exploded with this ‘asteroid mining incident’…
” ‘There is no artificial intelligence that is obsessed with, right?”
“Hmm… I am in a high position, so I see and hear many things, but I have never heard of a hostile artificial intelligence with that name.”
Whoa!
It took ten years. The moment I heard the words “machine revolution,” I heard an auditory hallucination like, “We’ve met each other again.” Tiring-! Tiring-! As you say.
“Then that’s it. “Let me talk about the past later and explain what I have to do right now.”
“Oh yeah. So, we are now isolated here, and the maddening machines are slowly dismantling the partition walls and digging in. So, before it is too late, we have called in the data soul of Professor Park, who is presumed to have exceptional authority over this facility. This was an attempt to secure operating authority. “If we can manipulate the security facility, we can open the bulkhead and create a safe escape route.”
indeed. Did it mean ‘please save me’? Personally, I felt like the steam was leaking a little, but it still didn’t change the fact that people’s lives were at stake.
“You said ‘keeper’ Lazard, right? “What is your status as a keeper?”
“It can be said that he is directly below the current head of the diocese, ‘Hanger Pascalard.’ “Due to Mr. Pascalard’s misfortune, I was temporarily in charge of the headquarters and ended up here.”
“Then… you’re at the level of an archbishop, right? But you still don’t have the authority to manipulate the underground facilities of the headquarters?”
“The manager here is such a stubborn person…”
The outlines of what was going on were slowly becoming apparent. There was chaos, so I took refuge in a secure facility and was trapped there. The authority to operate the security facility is held by a person called the ‘manager’, but he, who is as fundamentalist as a religious person, is probably saying things like ‘I have to protect this sacred facility’ and insisting that he cannot open the door even if he dies.
Fortunately, Lazard is a smart person, so in preparation for this situation, he brings along Farqu, who appears to be a hacker, and thanks to this, the ancient sacred Data Soul descends into this world. Yes, that’s how it happened.
-Wow!
“In the end, the manager’s stubbornness is due to a sense of duty to protect the ‘sacred hall of Professor Park,’ so if I show up and say ‘Get out of here, my child,’ everything will be fine.”
“The direction is a little strange… but it’s what you thought, so it’s probably right.”
“Then that’s it. Now, where is that manager?”
“He’s always here where Professor Park sleeps, so he’s probably around here… Oh, he’s coming over there.”
The situation was roughly settled and there were crazy killing machines running rampant outside, so we decided to hurry.
Even for a stubborn religious person, it is a piece of cake to roast and boil a religious person who believes in me. The moment I turned my
head
while thinking that,
I was speechless at the sight of the ‘facility manager’ who came into view
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[The old man said it. He is said to be ‘extremely stubborn’. Is there anyone in the headquarters of the Hanger Church who can refuse the words of a person who is as many as a keeper?]
Whiiiiing –
flutter… flutter!
[You wouldn’t know if it wasn’t a person.]
Farquh’s quiet murmurs from within were scattered among the old mechanical sounds.
Eight wheels. It looked like a slightly elongated, high-tech wheelchair with a balancing device, an external battery, and a bunch of other luxurious devices that I didn’t know about. The only difference from a wheelchair is that it is designed to assist machines rather than carry people.
『Gigeek- Gigi-geek- Hello, how are you?』
What was placed on top of the high-tech auxiliary device was a very old machine with the exterior paint almost completely worn off.
Small screen in the center. Small wing-like panels on either side that flutter when you speak.
A small robot arm and welder that I attached myself a long time ago.
『Identity verification— failed. Sorry for the inconvenience, 』
That was my drone in my dusty memories.
“…Corduro?”
“yes. you’re right. “This is the artificial intelligence Corduro, the manager of ‘Professor Park’s Hall’, the underground museum of the Hanger Church.”
Corduroy. The housing drone AI that managed my small shelter.
Now, more than 150 years later, he appeared before me, unable to move on his own and wearing all sorts of assistive devices.
I have been sleeping here in the underground museum for a very long time.
He was still doing his duty as my housing drone. Managing the house where the owner sleeps.
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“Corduro.”
『Gigiki-Did you call me?』
“….Do you remember me? “Who am I?”
Drum, clang –
The machine, which had been active for nearly 170 years, including when I was alive, finally spoke after searching through data for a long time.
『I’m sorry. This AI is a housing drone created by Gedreuts Company and learns the owner’s personality and personality to create the most friendly and perfect personality. Ah-』
“….Hey.”
『This drone has lost most of its data due to aging of the aircraft, so we cannot answer personal questions. If you have any questions, please contact Gedroitz Company’s drone production department. #45217-88-03495….』
“….”
Instead of speaking, he cast a gaze filled with many questions at Lazard.
“yes. AI has already reached the end of its lifespan. “As time passes, data wears out and machines also age.”
“…Then you could have just let me rest. Since it’s a museum, is that guy still active as part of the exhibits?”
The sight of the machine barely functioning despite all sorts of auxiliary devices was enough to dare to describe the machine as miserable. Was there a reason on earth to make Corduro the manager of this place?
Rajerde must have sensed the subtle anger in my voice and spoke as if he had made a big mistake.
“It’s not even possible! In fact, we have tried changing permissions several times!”
“….however?”
“Originally, an AI whose data has been worn out to that extent will naturally disappear and its authority and tasks can be transferred without a separate security check, but that AI called Corduro was a little unusual. Even though all of the personality data was lost, personal will remained, and even when all external functions, including movement, were on the verge of failure, it was said that authority would not be transferred without the security clearance of the owner.”
Giiiiing –
Next to me, Corduroy’s unlit lens was zooming in and out repeatedly. As if looking for something invisible.
“Corduro already had full authority over the museum, which had security facilities at the level of a bomb shelter, so there was nothing we could do. “We have no choice but to install a device to assist the function and wait until the last remaining ‘stubbornness’ of that AI wears off.”
”
why not. Corduroy. Why on earth?
Even as he was thinking that, his lens was constantly getting bigger and smaller. The internal lamp would burn out, so it wouldn’t really function as a visual device.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez Wow!
Eyes that move constantly. If most of the learned data has been lost, such abnormal behavior would represent his last remaining stubbornness.
“….no way.”
I bent down and made eye contact with the guy’s lens.
Corduro’s vision device was damaged.
A stretched speaker won’t be able to perform delicate functions such as voiceprint analysis.
However, unlike the latest drones, the low-cost model is the main model.
….click!
An old-fashioned iris recognition device was also included.
『Gigi Geek – Identity verification…. Owner Professor Park. Master.』
The drone, which was constantly vibrating and moving bustlingly, became quiet. As if I had found my desired goal.
“….Yes, it’s me.”
『Good morning- Today’s weather is— Error. The concentration of fine dust is-』
“….That’s it, dude.”
Basic comments about housing drones. He had no memories of being with me. As I removed the complicated auxiliary device and lifted him up, the buzzing sound somehow felt a little more enjoyable.
『Video record addressed to Professor Park. – 1 item – has been archived. Do you want to check-”
“…Video record?”
[No way? This type of learning artificial intelligence is supposed to prioritize personality data over historical data because AI is in charge of security, right? [How can there be a video record when all the personality has been lost?]
As Farqu said, this cannot happen as it is.
What that means is that this video is the essence of ‘Corduro’s stubbornness’ that has endured for the past 100 years.
『Do you want to check it?』
The guy was just repeating the question of whether he could check it with a half-broken microphone as if he absolutely had to.
“….check.”
okay. I don’t know what made you endure so much, but listen to me. What you cherish more than your soul-like data personality.
『Dirick! 1 video record. ‘Happy time. avi’ is played.』
Yes. The ‘happy time’ I wanted to convey to myself so much. avi’….
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.
.
.
?
“-What?!”
no way.
No way, no way, no way, this persistent bastard-!!!!
At the same time, the incident of ‘threatening the owner of the housing drone’, which was buried in a distant memory, came to mind and I tapped the Corduro’s screen with desperate reflex speed, but the sensitive devices such as the touchpad on the screen had already broken down a long time ago.
“Machine revolution….”
Oh no. If this is the second mechanical revolution, it means that there was also a first revolution. This means that he may have lost his temper at that time and was quietly waiting for his moment! To take advantage of a moment when one is off guard and deliver such a fatal blow!!!
The realization was late, and Corduroy played the video as if he had been waiting for me in despair. The screen that I thought was broken lit up, and the screen seemed to have been recorded from Corduroy’s perspective. I was ready to bite my tongue in preparation for the greatest blasphemy of the century that would occur a few seconds later, but… “
This is… “This is the museum we are in now.”
[don’t do it! It’s my body! don’t do it! Don’t do it, you bastard!!!!] I
narrowly avoided committing suicide thanks to Farqu, who felt his life was in danger and desperately tried to stop me, and Lazard, who watched Corduro’s screen with the most serious face in the world.
“….museum? “Not my little shelter?”
“yes. Looking at the condition of the building and the number of exhibits, it appears to be a museum from at least 100 years ago… Wow, this is really valuable historical information.”
Fortunately, Corduro’s ‘Happy Time’ was not like Professor Park’s dark history medley. Because I was no longer alive when this museum was built.
『Kwaaaaang!』
The scene recorded by Corduro was the scene where the wall of Professor Park’s museum exploded in a grand manner 100 years ago.
『Clog, crunch! Damn you bastards…! “I said I was going to see a friend, but it’s so damn difficult to get permission…!” The
person who came out of the dust was someone I was very familiar with.
He’s short. My back is bent. Bex, who was at the peak of presbyopia a long time ago, now has a face befitting her age.
The old Bex, who was looking at the exhibits in the hall with a new emotion, seemed to have found a camera and walked towards it.
『It’s been a while, too, Corduroy. How have you been?』
『I should have come here often, but I meant to come. That… didn’t go well.』
『I was scared…. I’m afraid I’ll get scolded by you guys.』
Tak. widely. widely.
Bex took out three cigars and a stand from his bag. He put each one in his mouth and lit them on fire, then hung two of them on a stand and placed them on the floor.
The aged Vex sucked in the smoke deep into his chest.
『Still, I had to come at least once, so I finally mustered up the courage, but the strange guys stopped me from entering…』
The guy pointed to the wall with a hole in it as if he was embarrassed, and let out smoke like a sigh.
『…I came because there was something I wanted to entrust to you.』
Bex smiled faintly as she said that and stretched out her hand towards the camera. An old data chip that seemed to be tailored to the Corduro, an old drone, flashed across the screen for a moment, and soon another screen filled the video.
A place that probably looks like an operating room.
“I did it! Well done Dana! “You did really well!” said
the roe deer, smiling brightly with tears streaming down her face.
“Show me…give me…show me too…”
Dana stretched out her hand in a sweaty and exhausted state.
and. A writhing lump of blood in her arms.
「My baby….」
The cry of birth.
Bex’s proud voice overlapped the crackling screen as if a recorded video had been uploaded.
『Hey Hepburn… are you watching? Will it be visible from up there?…』
Yes. watching. It’s a bit late, but I’m watching.
「Heung! Professor Park, an idiot with no sense of responsibility in this world… A crazy bastard who teaches prenatal education and shows off his baby’s father in a big way… Sigh! “At a moment like this, at a good moment…”
The deer on the screen was crying, cursing me like crazy, and Dana was pulling the deer’s collar with her tired hands, as if blaming her.
“Don’t be like that….”
“…Kuhhh! I don’t know! “What do you know about this guy who left without even giving my daughter a name!”
Daughter. It’s your daughter. Like the roe deer said, my daughter whose name I don’t even know.
“no. “If it’s a name, I already gave it to you…”
“Sigh! Really? when? When there are two lines? “When we were alone on a trip?”
Dana shook her head. Then he looked at the camera as if he was looking at me and said.
“Up there. I said it clearly. I want our lives to continue in the future. That’s what I did that for.”
Dana’s eyes, which I can no longer see, meet mine.
「…Seo(序). Park Seo. It means the beginning of a new story. Park Seo. “My cute Seo-ah.”
Before I knew it, I was so close to the screen that my nose was almost touching it.
The hospital’s records disappeared and Bex’s image appeared, engulfed in cigarette smoke.
『Yes, it’s pretty, right? You have to stand. “When they called me Boxer, they called me Seoah.”
Bex’s wrinkled face smiled brightly, and she took out a small pouch from her bosom and turned it over.
『I thought you would want to see me.』
Bex finally said after struggling to open her mouth as if she was telling a difficult story.
『I came to pay off my debt.』
Spurrrrrrrrrrrr!
What appeared to be a handful of data chips spilled out of the pocket.
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