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Chapter 1036 You are a waste in my eyes

What role did mathematical usurpers play in this incident?
This question made Professor Maxwell fall into long thinking.

Not only he was thinking about it, but all members of the Supreme Council were thinking about it.

There is a logical contradiction here.

Humans have put forward strict rules of the game, and the intelligent machines operate according to these rules. If something goes wrong, should humans or the intelligent machines be held responsible?
You said what she did was wrong, but where is your reason? Where is your evidence?
Are the rules of the game that you proposed at the beginning not rigorous?

But the rules themselves cannot be too strict, otherwise the game cannot be played.

Humans cannot escape their desires.

You want to smoke a cigarette today, but the intelligent machine refuses to provide you with cigarettes out of consideration for your health, and even restricts your freedom of movement in order to prevent you from getting cigarettes.

Is that the responsibility of the omnics?

"How long will it take for the defenders to arrest or kill the outsider?"

After a long silence, the Chief Officer asked the question.

Now is not the time to blame anyone; the top priority is to resolve the problems at hand as quickly as possible.

Although the usurpers have always replied that the losses are controllable, controllable does not mean acceptable.

Many of you here have already turned pale when you saw the list of losses.

"According to current estimates, it will take approximately thirteen minutes."

"Didn't they just say ten minutes? Why did it take longer?"

"The calculation result just now is based on the premise that the other party is willing to fight the defenders head-on."

The Chief Officer's face turned completely dark.

"What on earth does this bastard want?"

"According to speculation, the goal of the outsiders' actions is to use the defenders' firepower to further destroy the city's buildings."

"Neuropathy!"

Wang Yunxiao rolled on the spot to avoid the cannonball flying over his head.

The defenders were chasing him relentlessly like a thorn in his side, and he had a clear advantage in both close combat and long-range combat.

There was no need for any scientific calculations. Just by looking at the opponent's metal body with extremely high technological content, Wang Yunxiao knew that he could not last more than three rounds in a head-on confrontation and would be torn into pieces by the opponent.

Amid the violent explosion, the bodies of innocent civilians were blown away by the air wave and torn into pieces.

If we follow the routine of future movies, even if we have obtained authorization, if civilian lives are harmed during combat, the mathematical usurpers will surely be held accountable after everything is settled.

But what's the point of holding a machine accountable?

Even if you lock it up in a dark room, sentence it to death, or dismantle it... what's the point?

You cannot morally blackmail a person who has no morals at all.

By the same token, Wang Yunxiao also didn't think that the Supreme Council could cause any substantial punishment or damage to the supercomputers on which they depended for their survival.

Based on this premise, Wang Yunxiao saw through the real intention behind this farce.

This is a reminder, a warning.

This tragedy is used to remind the rulers of Avalon that their real concern is not whether they can "control" the intelligent machines, but whether they realize that all their actions are under the "control" of the intelligent machines.

Who is the master and who is the servant?
The straight-line distance to the central control tower is 800 meters.

That is to say, there are only the last two streets left.

Tight defenses have been set up outside the central control tower. Soldiers have built simple barricades and set up machine guns and mortars.

Under the command of the intelligent machines, the efficiency of the army has been significantly improved, and the balance of the battle is tilting with every minute and every second.

Wang Yunxiao tried to attack once, but was almost shot into a sieve by the concentrated fire.

The last 800 meters of distance seemed like an insurmountable chasm, and the defenders behind him had already caught up. The metal giant opened his arms and pounced on him like a gorilla, trying to hug the Tianji Divine Armor around the waist.

Wang Yunxiao raised his spear to block, but the spear that had always been effective before suddenly broke in front of the opponent's huge steel fist!

There was no way forward, and there were pursuers behind. The gun was broken, the strength was exhausted, and the Yuanqi Furnace was on the verge of collapse.

The Tianji Divine Armor let out a satisfied sigh. After sixty years, it was back on the battlefield, acting recklessly and arrogantly. It felt that it had killed enough.

Even if I die here, it would not be a disgrace... "Have you calculated my fate?"

Wang Yunxiao stopped and asked loudly.

"Surrender, or die."

The defender uttered a muffled electronic voice: "You have one last minute to struggle. If you want to leave a last word..."

"idiot."

Wang Yunxiao smiled and said, “Please tell Professor Maxwell what I said. The supercomputer you worked so hard to develop is just a piece of junk.”

"Just talking won't do..."

The tail flame of the airflow that suddenly burst out from the Yuanqi furnace submerged the metal giant.

"Senior, can you still fight for the last leg of the journey?"

Wang Yunxiao shouted loudly.

The Tianji Divine Armor responded with a violent roar.

Sixty years later, the final roar overlapped across time and space.

"Turn left 15 degrees, go full throttle, and sink the St. Marian!"

"Directly ahead! Full power operation, cut through the enemy's formation!"

The Tianji Divine Armor turned into a stream of light and in a flash crossed the street blocked by guns and cannons, kicked open the barricade made of sandbags, grabbed a soldier with his backhand and threw him behind him, blocking the defenders' pursuit.

Advance!

550 meters from the Central Control Tower!
The shrill sound of alarms echoed throughout the hall, and the members of the Supreme Council all looked pale.

"Please don't panic, the losses are currently under control..."

"How can I control you? He's coming!"

"We've been deceived! The Omnics have betrayed us!"

"This is a scam! We can't die here!"

Screams rang out one after another, and the scene became increasingly chaotic.

"calm!"

The top officer banged the gavel hard, trying to quiet everyone down.

But at this time even he himself could not remain calm. Unprecedented panic and suspicion shrouded his heart.

Is the previous information correct?
Has the Omnic been deceiving us all along? Is it trying to take advantage of this opportunity to wipe out the Supreme Council that controls her?
"Usurper."

Amidst the panic of the crowd, Professor Maxwell suddenly said, "Review the overall design of Avalon and recalculate the possibility of the outsider's escape."

"Professor, what do you mean?"

The top officer looked confused.

They are about to kill us!

"We are reviewing the overall design and reanalyzing it... It's unbelievable, professor, the escape rate has risen to 100%."

At this moment, even the calm sound of the computer began to fluctuate slightly.

"What joke are you talking about?"

The top commander had a face full of question marks.

Are they going to kidnap us and hold us hostage?

450 meters from the Central Control Tower——

He dodged the defender's giant fist again, and a Yuanqi furnace exploded behind him, but Wang Yunxiao stopped and turned left.

There is a clear line of text engraved on the building nameplate in front of you.

"Garbage Recycling Center No. 12."

(End of this chapter)