My own war game

Chapter 453 Ending (Part )

Constantine Duwei, a physical trainer at a certain university, a gray doctor in California, and He Chi's nominal teacher.

Now we have to add another title, the leader of the "Yellow Cake" organization hidden in Cuba.

The two men stood opposite each other. They had been friends, teachers and students, and leaders of two large underground organizations during the Cold War.

And they may become enemies in the next second.

"He, you don't seem surprised. Don't you want to ask me when I came here?" Constantine looked at his student opposite him. His once gray hair had turned dark, his wrinkled skin had become smooth, and even his height seemed to be a little taller.

"Around 1942?" He Chi said a number.

"Oh?" Constantine raised his eyebrows, looking a little surprised. "How do you know for sure?"

"Your people participated in the later development of the Type 8 tank, right? Otherwise, it would have been very difficult for the Germans to defeat a Maus with their technology at the time. How could they have made a test machine in 1944?"

"And I've driven a Type 8 tank. Although you guys have deliberately concealed it, some modern design concepts can still be felt. For example, the hidden entrance design you actually restored is like that of a modern supercar."

"Oh, you are talking about that. We were short of start-up funds at that time, so our methods were a bit rough. No wonder you noticed it." Constantine patted his forehead and laughed, as if recalling the early days of the team was a very pleasant thing for him.

"How's Lisa?"

"Very good. I have obtained the status of an intern. I will probably be employed in a short while."

"Where's Laura?"

"It's also good. I've passed most of my subjects. I have a boyfriend, who is a classmate from the same school. He's a very down-to-earth young man."

"That's great. It seems they can live on their own without me."

After a few ordinary conversations, the atmosphere in the room inexplicably eased, and the two seemed to still maintain the kind of teacher-student relationship they had in college.

But some things have changed after all.

"So? Sir, what exactly do you want to do?" He Chi looked at the killer robots outside the door and simply made the question clear.

"Of course they are used in combat. Aren't there a lot of them in your submarine?" Constantine shrugged.

"Fight? Against whom? The United States? The Soviet Union? Or the whole world?"

Constantine did not answer directly, but walked up to He Chi and asked, "My student, what is your original intention?"

"I……"

He Chi was stunned. At first, he just wanted to earn a little more "time coins" to keep himself alive. He was just a guy struggling on the line between life and death every time.

He never thought he would become what he is today.

"Look, you and I actually have the same idea. You want to live for yourself, but don't you know what I, an almost 70-year-old man, want most?" Constantine walked past He Chi with his hands on a table.

"You are Chinese. Your first emperor once had brilliant achievements. The vast land once prostrated under his feet. But when he became rich, what was his ultimate wish?"

"Eternal life." He Chi frowned and said softly.

Constantine's voice slowly became deeper. "When I was young, I also laughed at life and death. It seemed that living a wonderful life was the only thing I had to consider. But as I got older, I found that no matter how much physical exercise I did, my body functions were still declining." "One day, I found that my teeth could no longer chew hard food and my eyes often became blurry. I knew that the end was not far away."

"Do you want to be immortal?" He Chi asked in a deep voice.

"Of course, the Chinese, the Egyptians, the ancient Babylonians, the ancient Romans, which nation has not longed for immortality? But now mankind has the opportunity to achieve it, between you and me." Constantine spread out his hands, and a test tube filled with golden liquid appeared in his hand.

"Golden Apple." He Chi looked at what the other person was holding.

"Yes, it seems you have had that dream too." Constantine held up the test tube. "Nano-scale biological robots that can integrate with the human body can directly repair all defects in the human body from a genetic perspective. They also have an information library from the old human era. This is the essence of what you and I call time currency."

The test tube was held high, and Constantine said in a somewhat religious tone, "Master it, and you will master immortality."

"But haven't you already achieved these wishes?" He Chi asked, looking at the other person's black hair.

"Achieved? Your idea is too simple. The golden apple is a consumable. How can something that is consumable itself make people immortal?"

"Only by completing so-called tasks again and again can I continue to live. This feels like working on an assembly line to earn money. Don't you think this feels bad?"

"What on earth do you want to do?"

"He, why should we let the so-called system take control, instead of the other way around?" Constantine said in a seductive voice.

He reached out and patted the control console next to him.

"The essence of the system is artificial intelligence from the old days, and the Golden Apple is the product of millions of years of continuous calculations and research and development by artificial intelligence. If I can find a way to replace artificial intelligence, I can also control the source of production of the Golden Apple."

"Have you found it?" Looking at the robot beside the man, He Chi had some guesses in his mind.

"Yes, I found it." Constantine gently stroked the wheeled robot at hand, and then continued, "A long time ago, I discussed related issues with Professor Craig. As long as the underlying logic of artificial intelligence is built and it is allowed to evolve continuously, it can fully evolve into a more advanced individual as long as there is enough time."

"I even provided him with a sum of money earlier, but I didn't expect that he would succeed in the end. Professor Craig developed an artificial intelligence that can continuously evolve on its own."

He Chi continued, "It's KITT?"

"Yes, it's the little guy in your hand, but unfortunately, due to some accidents, it came into contact with you first." Constantine said with some regret.

"But fortunately, my luck is not too bad. Craig still has the backup of the underlying code."

"Carrl? Are you planning to let Carl replace your [system]?" He Chi's tone was more serious than ever.

"That's right. After all, the [System] is also a human creation, so why can't it be replaced?"

"It's just that there is a slight flaw in my plan," Constantine said, pointing to the smart host beside him.

"I discovered that this thing has some kind of protection mechanism when it is semi-dormant, and this protection mechanism will disappear only when it is fully operational. This is the best time to replace it."

"When it's running at full capacity? How do you do that?"

"A time when he needs to fully activate his computing power, such as a world war."

At this moment, Constantine waved his arms excitedly, and a curtain was pulled open. Outside the wide glass, hundreds of missiles loaded with unmanned fighter jets were quietly pointing to the sky.

(End of this chapter)