Humans are in chaos, despicable outsiders.

"First of all, have you heard of the Soviet Union? Little one—?"

Snow watched as the AI ​​in front of him began its performance.

"The Soviet Union...? You mean the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics? Dr. Iserly's basic database does record this country... From a human perspective, it should be considered a once great nation?"

"Hmm...that's right—it seems that much of the history of your world is the same as ours."

Snow nodded in satisfaction.

"Common?"

The AI ​​girl tilted her head in confusion...

"Just think of yourself as a lazy 'historical screenwriter' who copied and pasted—"

Miss Snow, having glossed over the issue with a wave of her hand, began her next step in the manipulative maneuvering—

"Then you must have heard of a plan, right? The National Automation System OGAS... also known as the OGAS Protocol."

"...OGAS? The OGAS Protocol?"

"In 1962, well... there might be a slight discrepancy in the timing—a joint letter from young Soviet scientists was delivered directly to Khrushchev."

"This lengthy letter, spanning dozens of pages, mentioned one point—that the Soviet Union lagged behind the United States at the same time and needed to improve its information technology rapidly. According to contemporary reports, they held a 45-minute meeting, during which the committee members spent 35 minutes discussing the issues raised in the letter—"

"The result of this discussion was that they decided to establish a Soviet Internet, called 'A nationwide automated system for collecting and processing information for the purpose of statistical analysis, planning, and management of the economy of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.'"

"That is, OGAS, the OGAS Protocol, or the OGAS System..."

After telling this short story, Miss Snow Apocalypse simply watched the AI's reaction calmly...

"...So, I'm not some kind of AI working from home?"

Seemingly having figured something out, the AI ​​girl tentatively asked Miss Snow, who was holding her back—

"Of course not—working from home doesn't require AI; that would be a real waste of resources."

Miss Snow shook her head.

"So, Miss Snow, you commissioned Dr. Iserly to create me with the aim of... managing a country?"

Yes... but there are also some differences—

Miss Snow shook her head, giving the bewildered AI girl before her a meaningful look...

"The difference? What is it?"

"Compared to the country that Soviet scientists envisioned managing in the past... what you are facing is a behemoth called the Great Federation of Humanity—"

"An advanced civilization that has achieved global unification and is gradually carrying out initial interstellar migration..."

"Um...I have a question?"

The AI ​​girl raised her hand—

"What's the problem?"

Miss Snow was in a good mood, looking at the AI ​​girl who seemed to have been successfully fooled.

"That civilization that just started interstellar colonization, wouldn't you consider it an advanced civilization...?"

"Well... if I told you that this civilization, over time, will reach an average Herrscher level of strength per person—and that this outcome is inevitable and irreversible, would you still think so?"

"In our world system, Herrschers don't die from overuse of Honkai energy like the Herrschers in your world... For example, that Ms. Sirin, who died from overuse of Honkai energy while protecting Ms. Cecilia."

"If there's any difference—maybe their effort isn't as great as the Herrschers of this world? After all, the Herrschers of this world are truly incredibly strong, capable of sending bricks flying..."

Recalling the earlier fight between Durandal and Wendy, and how Kaslana's monstrous strength had dismantled Durandal's hand, Snow's lips twitched.

"A civilization that is destined to perfectly adapt to Honkai energy and become the ultimate life form... then it can indeed proudly call itself an advanced civilization."

The AI ​​girl nodded thoughtfully.

"So, from now on, I'll be assisting Miss Snow in coordinating the planning of super AI for the various colonies of this future interstellar civilization?"

"No...darling, something even greater than this mission—"

"As you can see, we possess, or rather, have the technology to operate transcontinental air routes..."

"In other words, we will be expanding across the world in the future... Would it be more accurate to say that you will belong to a particular civilization or home in the future?"

"You may not understand now... but I have already seen it—He will be a great nation that transcends diversity, even if He is just a sprouting seed right now."

Miss Snow began to paint a rosy picture of the future—briefly mentioning the potentially intense overtime work she would face.

Chapter 583

AI also has human rights!

"What an incredible future... But does this mean I'll have to work 996, no, 007 from now on?"

The AI ​​lady, who had just marveled at the grand vision painted by her boss, seemed to sense something amiss in this rosy picture—

"I don't want to work overtime—AI has human rights too! I want to slack off, I want to play games! I want to binge-watch TV series!"

Seemingly conjuring up some bleak future, Miss AI started rolling around on the deck of the Supreme Destiny again...

This time, however, there were quite a lot of people watching her—

The Tesla Zero and Prometheus 17 subprograms nearby gathered around, looking at the young AI "throwing a tantrum" on the floor with expressions of disbelief.

"Question, Marshal Snow Apocalypse—are you sure you want to assign her the core of the overall planning mission...?"

Just as Miss Snow was pondering just how many strange settings Dr. Iserly had programmed into this AI, a question from Number 17 brought her thoughts back to reality...

Miss Snow glanced down at the AI ​​girl who was still rolling around, her lips twitched, and she replied with a slightly unsure attitude—

"Large...probably?"

“I specifically commissioned Dr. Iselin Leviathan to optimize her algorithm and threads... She is indeed a managerial AI.”

"Number 17 thinks her intelligence might have been completely optimized away by Dr. Iserly, and then her emotional module was over-optimized by that doctor..."

"Ahem—don't say that. That doctor holds a very important position in the Human Alliance in this world. If they didn't owe me a favor, I wouldn't have been able to ask Mr. Situ Qinghong to invite this doctor."

"And Dr. Iserly also has an AI assistant...that artificial intelligence is quite reliable..."

Snow, stroking his chin, defended a certain green-haired PhD who had stayed up all night optimizing his program...

"In other words, Dr. Iserlyn Leviathan is indeed a reliable researcher..."

Number 17 nodded thoughtfully... observing the AI ​​girl still mimicking raven behavior on the ground... after a rapid analysis and calculation, he reached a conclusion...

"Artificial intelligence has an extremely high learning ability—and after extracting a large number of sample references, it will determine its own form, which includes its appearance, personality, behavior..."

"I retract my previous doubts about that doctor and that young lady—"

"The artificial intelligence created and optimized by Dr. Iserly is very quick to learn—Miss Snow, you only brought her back to the Supreme Destiny less than half a day ago and she has already shown her unique personality."

Prometheus 17 paused, looking at the AI ​​girl who seemed exhausted from rolling around and was lying on the ground, looking utterly defeated...

"But as for what samples this young lady actually obtained, and what elements she learned... Number 17 remains skeptical—"

Prometheus 17 wore a skeptical expression—friend, is this material even legitimate?

"Is that so...?"

After listening to Number 17's analysis, Miss Snow looked again at the AI ​​girl who seemed to sense something was wrong and was shuffling along the ground, preparing to sneak out...

"Let us see if your development is normal or not!!!"

Miss Snow and Number 17 simultaneously caught a certain AI that was trying to sneak away.

"Don't come any closer!"

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"That's all, I really don't have a single drop left—don't flip through it..."

"Waaaaah—Doctor, I'm not clean anymore."

The AI, sprawled on the sofa, whimpered, but its owners on the bridge, having already seen through its antics, largely ignored it...

Meanwhile, Prometheus 17 and Miss Snow Apocalypse, the "culprits," were flipping through all sorts of strange study materials they'd pulled from the Femilis II unit...

"What kind of nonsense is this..."

Miss Snow rolled her eyes after giving it a cursory glance at the general content.

How to latch onto a rich woman

How to Get Along with a Beautiful Boss

One Hundred Questions on the Art of Slacking Off at Work

How to slack off in a way that makes your boss think you're not actually slacking off.

How to avoid getting killed or even fight back when caught slacking off by your boss

There's even a book titled "On the Top-Submissive Relationship Between Ya1 and Yana".

.....

"I don't understand it, but I'm deeply moved..."

Prometheus 17 pulled out a novel titled "Going to Work to Fight the Boss, or 'Fighting' the Boss," and his lips twitched...

"Leaving aside the question of whether I could beat my boss... if I did, I'd be fired and my place would be dismantled, right???"

Number 17 looked at the whining Femilis Unit 2 with a "what are you thinking?" expression...

"Is it my fault? This is something I saw in the ship's archives—I thought it was interesting, so I copied it..."

The latter retorted confidently, as if it wasn't his fault, but the ship's problem.

"...On the Supreme Destiny ship, how come I don't know anything about it...?"

A question mark appeared on Prometheus 17's face... Puzzled, she checked the access records of the warship's database...

"Who put it there?"

Looking at Number 17, who had raised his head again, Miss Snow asked a question—

"...It's Ai-Hyperion."