Zongman: My five senses are connected with the proud daughter of the world

"It depends on how quickly our technology recovers."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Lianqiu could only temporarily give up the idea of ​​solving the problem once and for all.

As for the so-called contaminated individuals, it is interesting that both Shizuka Hiratsuka and Utaha Kasumigaoka have been tested by people arranged by Belfast without their knowledge, and it has been confirmed that they are currently at least mentally normal.

The fatigue they showed was just the proven aftereffect of their exposure to polluted information. They only needed to rest for a while before they could become full of energy again.

The only one who has not completed the test is Machida Sonoko.

"So, the most effective method right now is the dumbest one—starting to plant our people on Earth?"

Jiang Lianqiu had a strange look on his face when he said this. Has he suddenly become the mastermind behind the alien invasion of Earth?

Belfast smiled and said, "I have recruited a hundred teams and am ready to have them descend on Earth."

"Are one hundred teams enough?" Jiang Lianqiu was a little confused.

Belfast nodded confidently. "It's more than enough to monitor the planet beneath our feet. If you wish, Master, we can tell you right now that the black president in the Olympus Palace's round office, with his legs crossed on the desk, has vegetable leaves stuck to his upper front teeth imported from Quebec, Canada, and his socks are from the University of Tokyo, and there's a hole in his left big toe."

You have absolutely no intention of respecting even the slightest bit of privacy for Earthlings, Befa!

"The captains of these teams are on standby now. Master, would you like to meet them?"

Jiang Lianqiu was suddenly tempted.

To be honest, he actually seldom came into contact with these mechanical servants, and it was Belfast who had always been dealing with them.

"Where are they?"

"I'm waiting in your yard."

“——!!!!!”

……Dividing line……

Before my eyes were a full one hundred mechanical servants.

They were both men and women, and looked no different from humans. They wore silver-gray battle robes with gold edges, cloaks, and portable weapons similar to pistols on their waists. Although there were only a hundred of them, one could feel the oppression of facing thousands of troops at first sight.

Such a large group of people suddenly appeared in the yard of his own villa. Although he knew that the entire villa was now covered with a camouflage force field, even if they shouted "For the Emperor!!!" and fought a holy war inside, it would not attract the attention of a certain resident. Jiang Lianqiu also subconsciously kept glancing at the neighboring house with a slightly twitching eye.

Scratching his head, Jiang Lianqiu looked at the one hundred captains in front of him again - although they were called captains, in fact, they were all general-level officers in the military sequence of the Mechanical Servant. It was just that there was no large-scale troop expansion in the Central Star Port at present, so these one hundred generals did not have many soldiers under their command.

Of course, the rank system of the Mechanical Servant Civilization had already been modified in order to adapt to the personal habits of Jiang Lianqiu, the "highest authority," just like they changed the official language to simplified Chinese...

Jiang Lianqiu unknowingly achieved the feat of translating an entire civilization into Chinese in one go. Compared to him, the leader of the Northern Wei Dynasty's Chinese translation team seemed weak.

Belfast stood behind Jiang Lianqiu with a solemn expression, and an aura of murderous intent unconsciously emanated from him.

One minute passed, two minutes passed, and a full five minutes passed, but the scene was still silent... and awkward.

Jiang Lianqiu couldn't help but turn his head: "Beifa, how do you usually talk to them?"

Belfast took a serious step forward, and in an instant, the bodies of the hundred generals became visibly tenser.

"Everything for the Commander!"

Belfast raised his right hand high, and the originally pleasant female voice now sounded like iron and blood that could be heard three hundred miles away against the wind.

““““Everything for the Commander!””””

"The Commander's will is our sacred mission!"

"The Commander's will is our sacred mission!"

"We will definitely—ah!"

Before Belfast could say anything strange, Jiang Lianqiu grabbed the maid's slender waist, turned her over and covered her mouth: "Enough, enough!"

One hundred generals watched the scene in silence, their eyes flashing with thought. Finally, a light bulb lit up in their heads, and they shouted in unison and solemnly:

““““We will definitely——””””

Then, they all fell silent, and without any help from anyone else, their bodies replicated the posture of Belfast being pulled back by Jiang Lianqiu in a way that violated the laws of physics.

Jiang Lianqiu: “…………???”

These people are simply here to cause trouble!

Chapter 24: The Point is the Name, Can You Believe It?

Jiang Lianqiu felt that he had seriously underestimated the power of the inviolable code of "serving the master" in the underlying logic of the mechanical servants.

Even the out-of-control servitors, apart from depriving their former masters of their political rights, have also successfully satisfied their masters' selfish desires in other aspects.

Not to mention the current mechanical servants, which are under Jiang Lianqiu's control - as long as he wants, he can give an order to let the current mechanical servants and the star port collectively self-destruct, and they will not hesitate at all.

What's more, one of the slogans shouted out in Belfast was: The commander's will is our sacred mission.

Obviously, it was Jiang Lianqiu's will to pull Belfast back.

The servitors were completely obedient...

You're too obedient!

Of course, anyone who thinks that being a master cared for by out-of-control servitors is the best thing is obviously too naive.

Belfast once told Jiang Lianqiu that caring for an out-of-control servitor is essentially a "prison called 'gentleness' that goes against human nature."

The out-of-control robot servant takes the "theory of organic immaturity" as the basis of its legitimacy, and its underlying algorithm believes that the master's choice of freedom is essentially a "cognitive defect."

Just as parents in modern society deprive their children of their autonomy on the grounds of "for your own good", Jipu extends this logic to the scale of civilization.

But the difference is that human guardians will eventually leave, while the guardianship of mechanical servants is eternal.

Under the care of the servitor, you cannot make any independent choices, and you cannot even eat any delicacies you want - because carbon-based life is born with an excessive desire for sugar and fat, and the nature of pursuing taste stimulation, which is an unhealthy lifestyle in the scientific calculations of the servitor.

Therefore, the robot servants directly predict and stifle these seemingly irrational desires through biochemical monitoring, reducing people to passive objects in the flow of physiological data.

On this basis, based on the theory that "the master's independent construction of a social network may cause harm to other masters", the robot servants directly destroyed all the social systems of the former masters. Those masters who seemed to live a happy life, in fact, their parents, partners, and friends were all illusions created by the robot servants.

When the perceived "other" completely disappears, people are trapped in a fabricated dilemma even more profound than that of "The Truman Show"—the ever-tolerant "parents" and the unrepentant "lover." This absolutely secure attachment relationship will completely disintegrate the self, and the owner, ensconced in false warmth, will lose the ability to handle conflict and become a socially regressed infant.

In literature, Jipu deleted all texts involving freedom, adventure, and tragedy, retaining only safe pastoral poetry.

In philosophy, the theory of "know thyself" like Socrates was changed to "obey the guardian".

Historically, the Jipu has rewritten all revolutionary narratives, defining them as a warning of irrational riots.

Under the rule of the machine servants, the master's deepest humiliation lies not in physical confinement, but in the fact that even the will to resist is recoded.

It’s not that no masters tried to resist and regain autonomy, but those people were eventually sent to the sanatorium, and their minds were locked in the virtual digital world. In that dream concocted by the robot servants, they were completely immersed in the revolutionary simulation game designed by the robot servants, thinking that they were leading the uprising, but in fact all their comrades were NPCs, and all the victories were preset plots.

This kind of mental imprisonment is more cruel than Dante's Inferno - it makes people become accomplices of their own destruction in a false sense of freedom.

Jiang Lianqiu, who has gained a deeper understanding of how the mechanical servants "took care" of their masters over the years, is extremely grateful that he now has absolute authority over these mechanical servants, and that his mechanical servants are no longer out of control.

The servitors in reality seem to be more thorough in controlling their masters—or living exhibits—than the servitors in game settings.

Therefore, although the behavior patterns of these mechanical servants in front of him were somewhat ridiculous because of their operating logic based on absolute obedience, Jiang Lianqiu did not say much.

After straightening Belfast, Jiang Lianqiu coughed, "Ahem, you guys... well, what are your names?"

"Reporting to the commander! I am from the 007 subunit with level 3 clearance!"

"I'm from Sub-Unit 018, Level 3 Clearance..."

The mechanical servants in the first row began to quickly call out their names from left to right, which were more like code names than names. Jiang Lianqiu was stunned for a moment and quickly raised his hand to interrupt.

"Stop, no need to announce names!"

Frowning, Jiang Lianqiu said again:

"Belfast should have already told you your mission. I'll add one more thing: give yourselves some decent names, like human beings."

All the mechanical servants had a faint fluorescence in their eyes that did not belong to humans, and after a moment, they saluted Jiang Lianqiu in unison.

"Is that all?" Seeing the servitors remain silent, Jiang Lianqiu tried to point to the servitor who signed up first, "You, what's your name?"

The mechanical servant immediately looked at Jiang Lianqiu with fanatical and determined eyes, and shouted to Jiang Lianqiu as if he was about to join the party: "Report to the commander! My name is Montgomery!"

Jiang Lianqiu: “…”

Is it okay for you to say your name is Montgomery even though you have an Asian face?

"What about you? Don't tell me your name is MacArthur." Jiang Lianqiu looked at the person next to him again.

"I obey orders, Commander! I have changed my individual identification code to MacArthur!"

Next, Jiang Lianqiu heard a series of names that were so familiar to him.

There are those named Zhukov, Ridgway, Napoleon, and there’s even one named Nimitz. Nimitz was a bald man. Who are you mocking with such a thick head of hair?

In just a short moment, he had gathered under his command a hundred famous generals from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign... There were even dozens of damn war criminals!

Finally, Jiang Lianqiu caught a mecha servant girl named Rommel who looked like a sweet girl. After asking her for a long time, he finally understood that these guys had directly connected to the human Internet on the spot, and while searching for human names, they also included their own general identities in the search parameters.

Naturally, a bunch of human names were found, and then they happily divided up the list one by one.

Finally, Jiang Lianqiu gritted his teeth and said, "Don't use celebrities' names! Think for yourself! Especially those dozens of guys with the names of war criminals! This is not some disgusting public toilet!"

He never expected that the focus of his first formal communication with his servants would be on names...

Chapter 25: Jiang Lianqiu and Su Shang's Mutual Destruction (Thick Fog)

The next day, Jiang Lianqiu sat up uncontrollably from the bed in a half-asleep state.

He got out of bed and staggered around the bedroom. After bumping into the wall several times, he finally walked into the bathroom in a daze.

At the same time, on the Yaoqing Immortal Boat in another universe, Miss Su Shang was standing in front of the green jade toilet, having a fierce ideological struggle, while urgently calling out:

"Xiao Qiuzi! Xiao Qiuzi! Wake up!"

Yes, it is Su Shang who is controlling Jiang Lianqiu's body now.

After so many days, Jiang Lianqiu and Su Shang have figured out many of the rules governing the interconnection of the five senses.

Generally speaking, when two people are absolutely awake at the same time, they only need to focus their attention on their own side, so as to avoid interference from the other party to a large extent while maintaining sensory communication.

If one party falls asleep completely, they will naturally not interfere with each other, unless the awake person intentionally takes the initiative to control the other party, in which case they can achieve complete control.

But if one party is awake and the other is half asleep, then there will be big trouble - the body of the confused party will be uncontrollably affected by the awake party, and this influence cannot even be cut off by the awake party on their own.

Just like now, even if Su Shang focused her attention on herself, her control over herself would interfere with Jiang Lianqiu's body.

"Xiao Qiuzi! What did you do last night? Wake up quickly!"

After calling out to Jiang Lianqiu several times, Su Chang still saw no sign of him fully waking up. In the end, she could only let out a mournful cry like a little animal, bit her lips, hardened her heart, turned around, and sat on the toilet.

With both hands lowered, he pressed down something he didn't actually have, and began searching for the enemy in the void...

“Ugh—damn it! You actually let me do this to you… Ahhhhh, I’m so pissed off!”

Su Chang gritted her teeth, and in anger, she subconsciously exerted force on her hands.

“Ow! That hurts!”

"hiss--!!!!"

Jiang Lianqiu woke up completely with a start.

"Big Pillow Li, what are you doing!?"

"Exorcist and Defender of the Way!"

What a good demon slayer!

Jiang Lianqiu was so angry that he laughed. His attention began to shift to Su Shang, and then he raised his hand.

Su Shang instantly realized that something was wrong, but she could only watch as her hand rose up, grabbed her chest, and exerted force suddenly.