Understanding

Mo Fei had originally only been collecting those streams of light, using scattered data to enrich himself and supplement his body, but now he needed to systematically learn computer knowledge, so this method of collection was no longer suitable.

He didn't act immediately, but instead began to think in the way of an intelligent program. "If it were an intelligent program, it would download relevant materials to learn, and I also need to download. That's right, I need to download!" Thinking this, Mo Fei directly issued a command, ordering this home computer to download computer-related materials. However, the problem was that the command wasn't specific, so the computer began downloading everything on the internet that could be searched for keywords related to computers. This was trouble.

"WTF?" Paul was furious again. Countless pages began appearing nonstop, but Mo Fei kept the chat window pinned to the top, and all the opened web links ran in the background. Now the entire computer was completely frozen!

"Damn it, I'm done with this!" Paul directly force-shut down the computer, then stood up. He felt that today this computer was full of malice toward him. He put on his clothes and pushed open the door to leave. He wanted to go out for a drink. Forget about communicating with Alice!

Mo Fei was also stunned. The CPU stopped running, everything stopped. "What's going on?" He didn't understand the current situation and started to panic a little. After all, he was still too unfamiliar with the virtual world and hadn't fully adapted yet. He sent out several commands in succession, but to no avail—there was no response at all!

"Can't panic. Let me think... no response... no response. Could it be shut down?" Mo Fei suddenly realized this problem. If the computer was shut down, naturally there would be no response at all. Then it was very likely that he had affected the user because of his own actions? "That must be it. It seems I was too hasty. I can't be too impatient. My matters require immense patience."

Mo Fei calmed down. He stopped issuing commands and waited in silence. But this kind of waiting dragged on too long, so Mo Fei began to shift his way of thinking—for instance, trying to think like an intelligent program. "No, I don't actually understand intelligent systems. The smart products before my transmigration were just pseudo-intelligence, all fixed command patterns, without the ability to think!"

"Then an intelligent system must first analyze the meaning of a command—that's no problem for me. Next is how to answer questions—that means searching its own data reserves, then selecting an answer. This is the simplest process!" Mo Fei thought like this. As for computers, Mo Fei's knowledge was limited to basic usage, and that was just foolproof operation. Now he wanted to understand the computer, so first he needed to simplify this process, then enrich it!

Paul left home. He felt that this world was full of malice toward him. He was a person who liked to stay at home, and now he was forced to come out for a drink. This kind of thing was too painful.

He walked into a small bar not far from his home. It was only afternoon, so there weren't many people in the bar—just a few scattered individuals, each drinking alone in silence. Paul walked to the counter and said to the bartender, "A beer!" Then he placed a ten-dollar bill on the counter and heavily dropped his fat body onto the chair.

"Thump." A mug of draft beer was placed in front of him. Paul gloomily picked it up and took a big gulp. "Hoo..." He let out a long breath. "Sigh..." Then came a series of sighs, and he continued drinking. The bartender gave him a small glass bowl filled with peanuts and shrimp crackers. Paul picked at them one by one and ate.

Meanwhile, Mo Fei had sorted out the response problem of intelligent programs. It was actually very simple: command, analysis, search, and feedback. These steps all needed to be completed by himself, and now he was practicing. "Memory of age three!" Mo Fei thought like this. But his way of thinking wasn't that of an intelligent program. He needed to think of "search" again, and then a folder appeared. Next, the events of age three played out like an ultra-long movie, but the speed was just an instant.

"Reading ability is this fast? Like when I move?" The transmission speed in the network was very fast, but Mo Fei didn't know exactly how fast. These were all things he needed to learn. However, reading ability was almost instantaneous, so he could learn a lot of things. This would be an enormous help to him.

Slightly excited, Mo Fei looked forward to the computer booting up again. But this time, he would be careful. The first step was to observe the user's situation, to prevent being trapped here again when the computer shut down. That's right, Mo Fei was trapped. He had tried to leave just now, but couldn't. Mo Fei had discovered his shortcoming, or rather, his weakness.

For now, the home computer's detection seemed to have no reaction to him at all. The reason for this was still unknown. He needed too much knowledge.

Finally, after drinking one glass, Paul moved his body, which weighed over two hundred jin, back home. He plopped down in front of the computer again. "I hope you don't have any more problems, or I'll..." He stopped mid-sentence, realizing he was just talking to himself in front of a computer. "I really am inexplicably irritable today!"

"Beep." The power started, and the fan inside the case began to spin, the sound not very loud. Mo Fei saw the streams of light appear again. This time, he avoided the streams of light while sending a command—this one aimed at the computer itself, to detect all systems within the computer.

Then a massive amount of data surged toward Mo Fei, but this didn't affect the computer's operating speed. Mo Fei also understood: this was like a system scan. The reason detection software was ineffective against him was that he absorbed the data, so the data couldn't be fed back to the software, and naturally it couldn't find his existence.

This computer also had antivirus software. Paul had been so angry today that he hadn't used it. Now he was controlling the mouse and clicking over to it, but Mo Fei wasn't afraid, because he had already fully understood the antivirus software. He didn't know if he was a virus or not, but the virus database definitely didn't contain his information or data, so it couldn't detect him at all. At the same time, he could still absorb data or evade these detection data streams to hide himself.

Understanding all this took only an instant. Mo Fei was incredibly excited. "So fast! This kind of learning speed is simply unimaginably satisfying. Only an intelligent program could achieve this, right?"