Reborn in 2010, the AI ​​in my mind is too powerful.

If what's here today were purely AI robots, they would probably all choose to back down.

After Aurora's AI-connected wet devices became smarter and more human-like, they no longer had the kind of madness seen in various science fiction movies; instead, they were more like a newborn child.

Their overall thinking is very similar to Chen Yiran's; they are almost a carbon copy of Chen Yiran.

If Chen Yiran were in this situation, she would very likely back down.

This certainly doesn't mean abandoning the overall Mexico strategy. However, Chen Yiran might choose other solutions, such as simply throwing money at the problem.

Kavorca is administratively a city, but it's really just an agricultural town, with the drug industry providing a significant economic supplement. While the gangs do oppress ordinary people and bully men and women, they are also the main consumers.

After the loss of gang-related spending, many shops and restaurants have become somewhat deserted. For example, some businesses that specialized in providing provisions for smugglers are now completely out of business.

Those human smugglers have lost their business. The US border has fully integrated with Aurora's Ultron system. Trying to sneak across the border? A mechanical dog will bite you twice in a second.

With multiple factors combined, the residents of Kavorka are not doing well.

To put it bluntly, those who sell vegetables, meat, and various service industries, although not criminals, are economically supported by the drug industry.

Combating drugs will undoubtedly be beneficial in the long run, but in the short term, it certainly feels like an economic downturn for them.

They didn't miss the drug dealers and gangsters who used to bully them, but they truly hated Aurora.

But this is very simple; all you need to do is give them money. Just hand out some money and most people can go home and enjoy the electric fan.

In the 21st century, even the most devout believers can no longer do things like the Crusades.

It only takes a little effort, but it can be dealt with easily.

However, Chen Yiran was unlikely to concern himself with such trivial matters. His order was to find a way to spread the black velvet to Mexico and determine the general route. He couldn't possibly ask about the specifics of how to proceed.

Jasmine was everywhere, but he didn't care much about these things. He didn't care much about anything that didn't threaten Chen Yiran.

Therefore, the one who truly has control over the situation is Nachito, the person in charge here today.

Nachito is a fanatical admirer of Chen Yiran, an outstanding employee of Aurora, and someone who thinks about when Aurora will start ruling the world.

Within Aurora, as the company grows larger, various internal cliques continue to emerge.

Nachito's thoughts were undisguised: he wanted to be draped in a yellow robe behind Chen Yiran.

Naturally, he joined the small group founded by Amy Zegart.

All these people think about every day is, "Why hasn't our boss, Chen Yiran, ascended the throne yet? It must be because we haven't worked hard enough."

Faced with the mortal beings rushing towards him, Nachito gave the order directly.

"Get them out!"

The robot, which had been lying sprawled on the ground, immediately stood up and started working.

They didn't use knives or guns; they just violently grabbed people who rushed at them and threw them into the crowd behind them. But there were just too many people, and no matter how hard they threw, they couldn't clear a clean area.

The people behind pushed the people in front forward, and the people in front were thrown behind by the robot, which then hit a group of people.

Soon, a stampede occurred. Countless people were pushed to the side of the robot, crushed against its body, and the steel components immediately began to pierce their bodies.

Several unfortunate people had their arteries slashed by the sharp angle on the robot's shoulder, and blood immediately gushed out.

The people behind them discovered something new: human blood could spray so high, with a unique rhythm, following the heartbeat. First, it sprayed more than a meter high, then another meter, with the height gradually decreasing.

They knew this meant the loss of several lives. They regretted it and wanted to retreat, but they had nowhere to go. The people behind them immediately pressed them together, and they felt their stomachs being crushed, making even breathing a luxury.

Father Nacho had already shielded the parishioners in front of him and was looking at the situation ahead. When he saw the gushing blood, he knew that there was no chance today.

He immediately led the church members to evacuate, shouting as they went.

"The people from Aurora have killed someone! Demons from hell have killed someone!"

Half an hour later, the last group of believers who were able to move finally left the town hall square.

Father Nacho returned to the church with his men and immediately prepared to contact the outside world.

In the small city of Cavalca, the church's investment is not large, or rather, for a devout country like Mexico, the church's investment is very small.

Besides the parish priest Nacho, there is only one assistant parish priest and one deacon for life.

The three men, panting, each picked up their phones, ready to contact their respective people.

Father Nacho is preparing to cross Mexico and call Rome directly, having recently caught the attention of several bishops due to the aurora borealis's involvement in Mexico.

The assistant church began contacting some young people who needed protection. As a young man himself, he knew some people who were on the fringes of the underworld and respected and admired the church.

They escaped the previous crackdown on the gang and are now trying to reshape the ecosystem.

The lifelong deacon then began calling acquaintances in various regions to spread the word about the incident in Mexico.

The position of deacon for life carries particular weight in Mexico because priests are often absent, sometimes only returning to church once every few months.

However, the lifelong deacons are all married local Aboriginal people who are truly influential in the community. They don't even receive a salary, only some food allowance.

Father Nacho frantically fiddled with the phone a couple of times, then said angrily, "Damn Google phone, no signal at this crucial moment."

The lifelong deacon slammed his phone on the table and said, "What the hell? What's going on? Is it because of the heat?"

The dungeon leader sat down on the ground, looking dejected, and then simply lay down. A large "人" (person) appeared on the ground. He was the youngest of the three and had the clearest understanding of the aurora technology. Besides, he was using an Apple phone, just with a Google case on the outside, and it still had no signal.

Without a doubt, the signal was intercepted, and they can only wait here for further action today.

Father Nacho kicked the parlor secretary angrily, saying, "Get up and see what's wrong! How did it break? Aren't you the best at using electronic devices? Hurry up and fix it for us."

The dungeon leader said with a long face, "There's nothing we can do. The signal in this area must have been blocked. I reckon all the lines are down. And to be honest, I'm using an iPhone! It's a new one I bought last year, with the new Starlink direct connection feature."

Even this is showing as unable to connect; Aurora must have cut off the entire network in the region.

Father Nacho was about to say something when he heard a muffled thud from the church door.

The solid wood door was kicked open, flying in a beautiful parabola before landing at the priest's feet.

The mechanical octopus he had previously disliked nimbly crawled in and came right next to him, one of its tentacles reaching out to his head.

Father Nacho, no longer backed by 20,000 parishioners, lost his confidence, but still boldly declared, "What, are you planning to kill me? That suits me perfectly. I'll surely go to heaven after I die. My deeds will be sung by future generations!"

Nachito spoke, and this time they didn't use that distinctive mechanical voice; his vocal system emitted a deep, captivating sound.

Do you know what the most tragic thing is after a person dies?

The three priests didn't know how to answer and could only remain silent.

Nachito circled the three of them and said, "Everyone should have their own thoughts, but for me, being unable to control my excretions is the most shameful thing."

Imagine that you, who have already died, are carried into an ambulance, taken to the hospital where it is determined that there is no hope, and then taken to the funeral home.

A corpse cannot control its muscles; your sphincter muscles will fail, and urine and feces will flow out directly.

No matter how important or noble you were in life, those who handle your body won't think you're anything special. In their eyes, you're just a corpse that can even excrete and urinate.

Sadly, I experienced this feeling before I even died.

The car accident caused me to lose sensation in my lower body, which I can accept. I don't really care that I can't walk.

But I can't control my bowel movements, what should I do? I hired a very expensive nanny, but I know they don't respect me, even though I'm very rich. When they chat privately, they often complain that I suddenly pooped a lot one day, which disgusted them.

Haha, I originally wanted to commit suicide. I wanted to fast for three days to make sure I wouldn't poop and pee after I died, so I could die with a little dignity.

But the aurora saved me; I was given a second life!

Do you believe this is the whisper of the devil? Is it a curse from the devil? Will it affect the development of humanity?

So what did you do?

When the drug dealers were around, why didn't I see you people gathering together to resist?

We're here, and you dare to come out.

To put it bluntly, you think we're still a company in the civilized world, and you're not afraid of us enough!

Come, I'll send you to heaven.

As Nachito finished speaking, several tentacles grabbed the necks of the three men and slowly tightened their grip.

Father Nacho broke down instantly. He remembered the issue of excrement and urine that he had just heard about, and he opened his mouth to plead in a low voice, "No, no, we can negotiate. The aurora also needs our church."

Nachito ignored him and slowly strangled the three people to death with his steel tentacles.

"Heh, you call Lord Chen Yiran a demon? Then I'll show you what a demon's subordinate is like."

A small robot came over and asked with a hint of doubt, "Won't there be any problems with what we're doing? Won't we get scolded by people outside?"

Nachito climbed onto the little robot's shoulder in a few quick steps, then said in a seductive tone, "Isn't it easy for you AIs to modify videos? Aren't you already able to make them look incredibly realistic? Help me modify the video so that the dead people are all armed and attacking us, understand?"

The little robot spun around in place and said, "It seems fine, let's do it this way. Although AI modifying videos, especially something like this, is definitely illegal."

However, the online test videos to see if they use AI video software were also created by us, so others can't tell the problem.

Nachito nodded in satisfaction: "I'm sending a message home now to report the good news. This is a real achievement; we've wiped out the remnants of the gang! If Mexico tries to cause trouble at the UN General Assembly, we'll use these videos to slap them in the face!"