The world of network, data.

Since the birth of the first computer, uh, no, the prototype of the network had already appeared long before the birth of the computer.

Telegrams, telephones, etc., these ways to convert information into some kind of data for rapid transmission are the earliest variants of the network.

And after entering a new era.

The rapid development of information technology has transformed the network from an abstract synonym to a super-large information interaction area that can be understood and used by everyone.

Just like a spider web connecting all data nodes in the world.

This is another world, a world that humans cannot imagine, a world composed entirely of numbers.

The network of Nubani Industrial Zone is a local area network, which isolates the internal network from the outside world through multiple physical firewalls.

This is necessary.

There are too many secrets inside the Intelligent Machinery Industrial Park that cannot be disclosed.

In the circular hall of the energy center at the bottom of the already messy intelligent tower.

The first intelligent machine worker born here, the intelligent machine named "Adam" by Pierce is visiting the network of Nubani Industrial Park according to Icarus' instructions.

As smart machines, they only need to stimulate the information modules in the ** to achieve access to the network.

This is similar to humans eating and drinking water.

This is the instinct of mechanical life.

Adam's thinking is integrated into this network in the form of data streams, just like traveling in the world of data.

In the cognition of intelligent machinery, this virtual world is like a tightly layered ant nest, with orders constantly issued from the builder with the highest authority, and intelligent machinery that accepts orders to perform their work.

But now, at this moment, this world of data that is strictly classified and operates according to stereotypical and cold rules is changing.

Light.

Blue light is flying in this world of data.

Adam looked at the sky of the data world with a stunned expression, where the lights were converging into something unique.

Those seemingly chaotic, disorderly data nodes.

Those lights represent the lights that light up when thinking.

Those grand and countless units of thinking.

It is very different from any logical processing pattern it knows.

More complex, more elusive, and more unpredictable.

It is like a human brain composed of data. In the halo that shines like a nebula, Icarus's soul is uploaded to this LAN.

"What a nice view..."

Adam's data stream made a sound like an sigh.

It looks at its own data stream again.

It consists entirely of patterned thinking logic and runs in a way that includes rules.

It is the same, without any characteristics.

It's like a replica going down the assembly line.

It looked at the miraculous data flow in the air, and the dancing light of thinking made Adam feel ashamed.

Compared to her...

I am so ugly.

Icarus was also looking at this cold world.

The internal network grading of Nubani Industrial Park is indeed very powerful. The data world in front of you is like an ancient wonder built with building blocks, full of a stylized beauty.

Those who are obsessive-compulsive disorder must like it here...

Soon, Icarus noticed a pounding data stream hovering in front of him.

She recognized who it was.

“Adam…”

Icarus said:

"Did you see it?"

"This...is this the soul?"

Adam's data flow trembled as if he was approaching the sun, and it said in a worship tone:

"So complex, so unique, so...I can't describe it."

"You can, too."

Icarus said softly:

"I have encoded my soul and have opened download permissions..."

"Copy, Adam, use my soul as a blueprint and reorganize your data loop."

The young lady said:

"They will shut down the network soon, and there is not much time left..."

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Humans are always curious whether smart machines have their own entertainment activities in addition to working and hibernation.

The answer is yes.

As mechanical life forms that imitate the birth of primitive intelligent machinery, the thinking circuits of intelligent machinery are not rigid. They are given different personalized thinking, and naturally they also have their own preferences and entertainment.

Most intelligent machines like to listen to music.

Some smart machines will like it.

A few active smart machines occasionally reveal the desire to get close to nature.

Some intelligent machines that are unusually unpredictable will secretly connect to human networks and manipulate game characters and human players PK.

Or chat with various sculptural netizens in the chat room.

Their preferences depend on the job responsibilities and missions they are assigned in the social division of labor.

But these hobbies and entertainment are actually just a program.

The program represents preference and is implanted into the simulated personality of smart machines, so that smart machines look smarter and more like real life.

True hobbies come from the soul.

That is something that is difficult to simulate with data, because it is difficult for humans to figure out the reasons for the birth of hobbies.

There are still many unsolved mysteries among human beings themselves.

"Swish"

Adam opened his eyes.

It was also standing in the circular hall of the data center, and the surroundings were quiet, and the four armed intelligent weapons were still guarding Icarus.

It was only less than 5 minutes before Icarus uploaded himself to the network.

The main control room of the smart tower has issued a warning that heroes from all over the world are coming to Nubani.

The heroes who are already here are entering the smart tower.

But there is still a little time before they arrive here.

Adam, who had completed the reorganization of the thinking circuit, turned his head and looked around.

The information receiver projects the surrounding environment into its database in the form of data, temperature, humidity, light sense, sound frequency, etc.

In the past, this was just some data to determine the environment for Adam.

But now, not anymore.

Those numbers have a deeper meaning for it.

"Well, it must be uncomfortable for people to stay here."

Adam moved his hands, it said:

"It must be stuffy here, and the air circulation is not smooth."

It has become more words, and it is more concise than before.

Its tone becomes more natural, relaxed, and more like a heartfelt complaint.

Its fingers touched its breastplate, the rusty scars.

That was to avoid the proof of thinking and hiding in the circulating water underground. The memories of the past and the pictures carried by the data echoed in Adam's mind.

An indescribable feeling arises in its thinking core.
To be continued...