usenovelgroup Chapter 18 What kind of real-life paradise is this?!
Chapter 18 What kind of real-life paradise is this?!
Inside the divine realm, Luo Huan stared at the bead that represented Qian Liren.
Blue light has stabilized.
Just now, the power structure of the [Change of Knowledge] pathway finally stopped fluctuating and solidified.
The model feedback is as follows:
【The Mad Thinker】.
The ability is simple: enhanced brain computing power allows for proactive and deep resonance with electronic devices, temporarily borrowing their computing resources.
"Oh?"
Luo Huan blinked.
She reached out and tapped to access more detailed records.
The scene unfolds, showing Qian Liren in his study last night.
The consciousness extended along the network signal and was directly embedded in the Noah AI's computing matrix 30 kilometers away.
"The soul has returned, but the connection remains?"
She was a little surprised.
Qian Liren's soul has indeed stabilized at the Iron level, and his powers have also taken shape.
However, according to feedback, the deep resonance channel between him and Noah AI did not close after the power was completed. Instead, it became an ever-open, low-power invisible link.
His consciousness could slip into that vast sea of data at any time, as if he had an external brain.
What she cares about even more is Noah AI itself.
It did not develop self-awareness.
There was no flash of inspiration, no desire for autonomy, and no signs of awakening.
It is simply a machine that has become incredibly efficient and has an astonishing iteration speed, a tool that perfectly executes the self-iterative framework designed by Qian Liren.
"General artificial intelligence? Looks like you'll be my biggest boss ever~"
Luo Huan tilted her head and said softly.
Based on the current feedback data, this AI's intelligence level is very close to the top level of humans, and it has even surpassed them in areas such as logical reasoning, pattern recognition, and iterative optimization.
What it lacks is autonomy and a broader range of data input.
Both of these can be left to time.
"Then everyone except a very few who will enjoy it will not be needed."
Luo Huan grinned.
It's really fun.
A civilization designs its own tools, and these tools eventually replace the ecological niche of the vast majority of people.
He dismissed the meaning of his own existence.
"I never expected this! Qian Liren, you're insane! Oh, no, you guys are truly demons on earth!"
She fell backward, lying in nothingness, her long, silvery-white hair spreading out.
But she won't stop it.
Why stop it?
More, more chaotic, more fun.
No?
She shifted her gaze from Seattle to another bead emitting a dark red glow.
Michigan, north of Detroit.
Carl Jensen’s pickup truck left the main road and turned onto an unpaved dirt road.
On both sides of the road are abandoned factory walls, with rusted and broken wire mesh and walls covered with layers of spray-painted slogans.
After driving for about ten minutes, a rusty iron gate appeared ahead.
It was painted with "No Whites Allowed" and featured a typical redneck cowboy with a gun in the background.
A black, top-of-the-line version of the Gundam helmet still hangs on a century-old utility pole.
There was a guard post on each side of the gate, and there were figures inside.
The pickup truck stopped in front of the door.
Two white men emerged from the guard post, wearing camouflage pants and black tactical vests, carrying AR rifles.
One of them approached the car window.
"name."
"Karl Jensen".
The other person nodded and turned to make a gesture toward the guard post.
The iron gate slowly opened inward.
The pickup truck drove into the gate.
Jason glanced at his phone; all signal bars were gone, and the internet was down.
Inside was another communication system. He heard short commands coming from the walkie-talkie, somewhat like a military system.
The road has been paved with cement, making it smooth and wide, with streetlights on both sides.
The roadside is lined with neat houses, mostly single or double-story wooden structures that look old but are well-maintained.
The yard was filled with pickup trucks and SUVs, and some doors had American flags or Confederate flags hanging in front of them.
As you continue driving in, the scenery gradually changes.
There were warehouses, repair shops, a small gas station, and even a training ground enclosed by barbed wire, where people were conducting tactical drills.
Gunshots could be heard faintly, with a regular rhythm.
"A city within a city..."
"Jensen said in a low voice."
This place is located in downtown Detroit. Although it appears on Google Maps, it is not accessible by normal routes.
The community uses a separate communication and energy system, making it semi-isolated from the outside world.
The plain where he last met with Stephen Taylor is less than 20 kilometers from here.
The allure of community isolation.
"Wow, how come I've never been here before?"
Jason looked out the window and murmured to himself.
He definitely didn't come.
Although he was also a veteran, he had been invited by his former boss, James Jones, but he declined.
To preserve his last shred of dignity as a soldier, he did not want to become a member of the gang.
Even though this white gang operates under the guise of a fraternity, mutual aid society, or community self-defense force.
In retrospect, he missed out on a lot.
"if……"
A pang of regret flashed through Carl Jensen's mind.
Two Humvees were parked at the edge of the training ground, with M2 heavy machine guns mounted on their roofs.
Wooden crates were piled up at the entrance of the warehouse, with military serial numbers printed on them.
There were no tanks, and no fighter jets.
Those big guys should be hiding deeper inside or in another stronghold.
However, the level of armed force here far exceeds that of ordinary gangs, and even surpasses that of some National Guard outposts.
He even felt that a complete team could already be assembled here.
The pickup truck stopped in front of a two-story brick building.
A wooden sign hangs at the entrance of the building, with the following words written in bold:
"7th Infantry Division Veterans Association - Michigan Chapter".
Jason turned off the engine and got out of the car.
There was a person standing at the door.
James Jones.
He was dressed in casual clothes and not wearing a hat.
"Karl".
Jones spoke, his voice steady.
Welcome back.
Jason stopped and looked at the other person.
The two were five meters apart, and the air was silent for a few seconds.
"I never said I wanted to come back."
Jason said.
"But you came."
Jones said,
That's enough.
He turned and pushed open the building's door.
"Come in, there are some things you need to see."
In the divine realm, Luo Huan rested her chin on her hand.
She looked at the image inside the beads.
Jason followed Jones into the building, where there was a simple conference room with maps, number flags and old photos hanging on the walls.
"Wow! There's actually a place like this!"
She was still somewhat surprised.
This is akin to discovering, while playing Cyberpunk, that a new DLC mission is actually located on the original map.
But I had never paid attention to it before.
That strange sense of surprise.
"But now that we're here, let's get this party started!"
Jason finally stepped into the field he had always refused to enter.
There, there were guns, people, organizations, and a whole group cornered and seething with rage.
If we don't rebel now, when will we?