Fault Utopia

Chapter 603 Collection
The poet's new round of offensive began. This time it did not seem so shocking, but the power was equally amazing.

His words and previous lies spread through public opinion and clones, and began to leave a mark in everyone's mind.

In the face of the so-called intelligent machine crisis, noises began to appear among humans who were working together.

This time they are facing not only the poet but also his own people who believe in the poet.

"Okay, my show has begun. Next you can face the people who oppose you. I hope that when you face them, you will be ruthless enough to use nuclear bombs to destroy them together with you."

After the poet finished speaking, he left the cyberspace without caring about Sun Jack and Sanke. A new battlefield had been opened up, and there was no need to talk to them any further.

With his eyes closed, he shuttled through the data stream like a dolphin, sensing the information around him, and looking at the underground cloning factory, where a constant stream of savages were being produced, moving towards the city and spreading their ideas.

When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived at a small island in the middle of a lush green lake. It was extremely quiet with only the sounds of the wind and birdsong.

This is not the real world. It is obvious that everything here is generated by AI. Everything here is moving, including the number of the poet's fingers, which is constantly changing at this moment.

Although it looks strange, this is the reality for data life like AI.

The poet walked across the swaying grass, passed through the swaying woods, and finally entered a Gothic building in the center of the forest. He stopped in front of a painting of a handsome young man in the gorgeously decorated lobby.

"Master, we meet again." The poet said, looking up at the person in the painting.

If described in AI terms, the boy has a delicate face and skin that is white and smooth, like first snow.

A pair of deep eyes are like bright stars, revealing curiosity and wisdom. The eyebrows are curved like a crescent moon, adding a bit of gentleness.

Under the straight nose bridge is a thin lip, always with a faint smile. His black hair is soft and shiny, casually falling in front of his forehead. He wears a simple white shirt, just like a breeze in the summer, making people feel extremely comfortable.

"Master, the Third Class wanted to threaten me with mutual destruction. They thought they could use this method to force me to stop the war. But they didn't know that all this was already part of our plan. I had already thought of a way to deal with it."

The poet sat on a high stool beside him. As he raised his hand and squeezed it lightly, a violin appeared in his hand.

While playing the sad music, he continued to talk to the painting: "This method can't deal with me. The ultimate weapon in Section 3's hands that can destroy the earth can't be used under all circumstances. It can only be used once, and everyone will die after it's used. But there are always people who don't want to die."

"People are afraid of death. Selfless people are always a minority. Humans are selfish. As long as I continue to invest resources in the information and cognitive battlefield, humans will eventually turn against me. Humans will oppose this plan and even turn against me in order to save their lives."

After the song ended, the poet looked at the painting again, his expression becoming a little complicated. "Master, you said that humans are not like this. The data I calculated is not correct. I have to feel it with my heart. But I have felt it with my heart for 1000 years, but what is the result?"

"All my kindness has brought bad results. I treated them well, but they thought I was easy to bully. I forgave them, but they kept asking for more. I even did nothing wrong, but someone came to steal from my house." "Master, I want to agree with you, but facts are facts. I found that my calculations are still correct. It seems that I was right again this time."

The poet stretched out his right hand with fingers that kept changing, and gently brushed across the face of the boy in the painting. "So people are people, and all people are no different from those who hurt you. I tried to change this, but I found that I couldn't change it, so they shouldn't exist."

In the Metropolis, Statue Street, Sun Jack's office, Sun Jack was receiving reports from others. "Currently, all cities in the Utopia Federation have entered martial law, but the situation does not seem optimistic. Many people secretly began to doubt that what the poet said was true. What's more troublesome is that the poet has obviously cloned a lot of people to enter the city to guide public opinion in this regard."

"First, stop the wildling recruitment plan." Sun Jieke thought for a while and then said, "Then let Lao Liu increase the publicity and turn this situation around."

After hearing this, Ta Pai shook his head slightly. "The savages were fine. After discovering that the poet had cloned them to guide public opinion, the Security Department could at least handle it easily. However, the poet began to read the memories of the soldiers who died on the battlefield, cloned them and sent them back to the city, using them to launch a public opinion offensive."

"We are continuously culling these people. Although many people understand, this is only temporary."

"Damn! Damn poet!" Sun Jack said gritting his teeth.

Of course he knew why the poet did this. The premise for Plan No. 8 in Lesson to shock the poet was that everyone had to think so.

However, if differences begin to emerge among humans, the deterrent effect will be greatly reduced, and even a large number of people may become accomplices of the other side.

"We're not doing badly here." Ta Pai said. "At least you've fired them all once, so the pressure will be much less. TT and DF23 need to guard against traitors as well as a new round of resistance led by poets."

"Sun Jieke lit a cigarette, took a deep puff and said, "We can't listen to the nonsense of the three lessons anymore. If we continue like this, there will be no hope of winning. We must unite and think of a solution together."

Soon he contacted Section 3, and through Section 3's network, he connected all the controllers of the cities.

Half an hour later, dozens of people appeared in Sun Jack's office in the form of holographic images, facing the same enemy and the same difficulty.

After briefly reporting on the current situation in all cities, Sun Jack unexpectedly discovered that the situation in his city was much better than in other cities.

"Who can be blamed for this? It's all your fault, Sun Jack!" The DF23 spokesperson was the first to attack.

Sun Jieke would not indulge him. "Fuck you! Will you die if you give more profit to those below? Otherwise, how can the situation be so serious now!?"

"You, an outsider, know nothing! What do you know about governance? Just let the lower class barely have enough to eat! People are greedy! If you satisfy their hunger, they will have countless demands next time!!"

(End of this chapter)