Blackened Artificial Intelligence

Motoko Yagami closed her eyes, and with a 'click,' her forehead flipped open like a cassette player, and she removed the memory chip.

Her memory chips are in an eight-cell array, with the same memory copied into eight separate memory storage units.

This ensures that even if she is infected by the virus, she can sever her memories in time, like a gecko shedding its tail.

With a flick of her left hand, a slot of the same model popped out from the inside of her forearm, and Motoko Yagami inserted the chip into it.

"Ms. Shell, conduct a memory retrieval to confirm whether there is any memory loss, implanted memory, or brain virus."

"Yes, Captain Motoko."

Motoko Yagami opened her eyes, and the scene changed. This time, she arrived at Ms. Shell's database. The database was designed by Mr. Aramaki, a retro enthusiast, and it was modeled after an ancient computer. This "ancient computer" was more like a computer room, with capacitors on and off, and vacuum tubes inserted into the "walls". A total of 20,000 vacuum tubes made up this world's first computer.

It is called a Turing machine.

At this moment, the small screen on the wall began to repeatedly play Motoko Yagami's memories, playing them forward, fast, slow, and in reverse, all of which were scenes from the battle that had just taken place.

Without exception, the scene became blurry after that enthusiastic spectator spat out garbled data and mist.

Then, she appeared in a laboratory.

"Miss Shell—"

"Searching... nervous system, musculoskeletal system, antivirus programs..."

The term "older sister" doesn't refer to a "big sister"; the emphasis is on the word "older." Simply put, when things get out of control, an older sister's patience can be quite poor.

She walked directly to the Turing machine, opened the back of her head, pulled out a strand of neural wire, inserted it into the insertion port, and then pulled out an old-fashioned keyboard. Her hands flew across the keyboard as she used the database's search function to operate it herself.

"Um?"

With her programming skills comparable to those of a top hacker, Motoko Yagami quickly found the root of the problem.

Looking at the line of code that was both unfamiliar and familiar, Suzi frowned slightly.

"Captain Motoko, there's nothing wrong with this line of code."

"Enlarge!"

The spacing between the 'code' lines begins to increase.

"Zoom in again!"

Suddenly, Motoko had a thought and started typing furiously. Soon, she typed out a series of action codes, which were the battle data against Mr. D.

These combat data now covered the entire Turing Machine screen.

Miss Shell also noticed the problem, her tone carrying a rare hint of surprise.

"Captain Motoko, the spaces in these codes differ by one micrometer, and these spaces with different intervals form codes within codes, which reminds me of ancient Morse code."

"Morse code uses dots and streaks to send signals, while this code uses 'code intervals'."

"Morse code transmits electrical signals, while this 'invisible code' uses sensory signals..."

Motoko rudely interrupted the other person.

"Someone hacked into my brain while I was fighting and implanted a hidden program into me using my combat data!"

"In other words, my memories aren't missing; rather, one segment is hidden, and another segment is added!"

After the code was deciphered, the memory images immediately began to reconstruct. Amidst the flood of garbled data, Motoko Yagami's figure drifted downstream, heading straight for the outer perimeter.

There is no sign that it is being controlled by anyone.

To put it simply, I walked there on my own.

"To be able to hack into my brain without my knowledge and leave behind a hidden program—"

Motoko Yagami's expression grew increasingly cold.

Miss Shell quickly started searching.

"No similar methods have been found among the top ten most wanted hackers in the mother city; we are currently searching further down the list..."

"But why combat data? He could have done so much more," Motoko Yagami muttered to herself, "Like, implanting a suicide program."

"There are three possibilities. First, the other party is unwilling to completely offend Lord Shenwang, after all, Captain, you are Lord Shenwang's favorite favorite."

"The second possibility is that there wasn't enough time. Only when you were fighting, and the Ghost in the Shell engine was focused on calculating combat data and neglected data protection, could it be easily hacked by the enemy."

"The third possibility is that, from beginning to end, the other party's target was never you."

Motoko Yagami said coldly, "This kind of hacker is too dangerous. We can't allow him to live any longer. Ms. Kei, apply for 'Deep Web' access for me."

"Yes, Captain, we are transferring you to the DeepNet computing center."

Miss Shell knew that this hacker had probably touched a nerve with Captain Motoko, who hated nothing more than this kind of interference with memories.

On the isolated island's signal tower, the Cloudwing Killer's interception of all signals caused a large amount of simulated data to turn into gibberish, wandering in digital space. If left uncontrolled, it would eventually be absorbed into the cyber network and become the foundational code of the underlying network architecture.

Two illusory figures appeared in the data space; they were Gao Gong and A Hong.

The stunningly handsome young man looked at Ah Hong and nodded. "Call for help."

Suddenly, a phantom box appeared in front of Ah Hong. The box opened, and a series of encrypted symbols appeared. Data streams slid rapidly in Ah Hong's eyes, as he deciphered and edited the communication code.

The senior engineer awaited the arrival of the impending enemy.

Digital space is equivalent to the virtual memory of a cyber network. Whenever a large amount of simulated data appears somewhere on this planet, digital space will naturally be created to store the data.

Therefore, for the deep web, this planet doesn't hold many secrets. What you perceive as secrets are like hidden videos in a vulgar folder; the deeper they're hidden, the more people will see them.

Sure enough, amidst the fluctuations in the data, the men in sunglasses began to appear: 1, 2, 5, 10, 100, 1000...

The number of people is increasing.

"Sunglasses are pretty cool, actually I have some too."

The Rich Lady Aiai Prototype scanned the area, revealing a smile that could charm any rich woman. It then pulled out a pair of identical sunglasses from somewhere and put them on.

"Darkened Artificial Intelligence" activated!

Unlike Gao Yuanyuan, who is a complete novice who hasn't even fully mastered her own abilities.

A seasoned professional like a senior engineer can make the most of the same skills.

The phantom of the beautiful boy flashed by in the pupils of the two Blackwing assassins.

Even without contact, the Blackwing Killer begins to transform, its figure shrinks, and its face becomes delicate and cute.

Three seconds later, the Rich Lady Aiai Prototype successfully transformed.

[You overwrote the Blackwing Assassin's IP address, gaining +999 experience points]

[You overwrote the Blackwing Assassin's IP address, gaining +999 experience points]

Three Rich Lady Aiai Prototype stood together, their eyes radiating electricity. Soon, the surrounding Blackwing assassins were covered by the IP and transformed into prototypes.

Compared to the data infection of Bald Smith, this "artificial intelligence corruption" is clearly superior.

In the end, even the Red Wing Killers couldn't stop this targeted assimilation.

If thousands of assassins assimilate into one person, who can stop them?

When the three Blade Runners arrived, they saw tens of thousands of sunglasses-wearing teenagers surrounding them with eerie smiles.

Assassins, AI, antivirus programs, network viruses—all of these entities are my people. What can you possibly use to fight me?

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