Night’s Nomenclature

"Master, when are we going back to Prison No. 18?" Qingchen felt that he had been away from there for a long time. He didn't know why, but he still missed it.

"There's no rush to go back," Li Shutong shook his head: "The things outside are not finished yet."

"Is there anything else?" Qingchen was confused: "But I heard Liu Dezhu say that there are more than 300 newly transferred prisoners in the prison, and they all have vicious looks. They should be here for the forbidden object ACE-005."

"Well," Li Shutong looked calmly out of the floor-to-ceiling window: "The bait has been put out, and people are gradually noticing that I left Prison No. 18, so naturally some people will think that now is the best time to take action."

"So, Master, do you want to wait for them to transfer more people?" Qingchen asked.

"Yes," Li Shutong nodded: "There are not enough people."

"Then what should we do next?" Qingchen asked.

"I'll go do my business," Li Shutong said with a smile, "and you don't have to think too much, just go to school in peace and quiet."

"go to school?"

Qingchen was stunned. He didn't expect that he would have to go to school after traveling to the other world.

He always felt that Li Shutong had a reason and intention for such an arrangement, but the other party didn't intend to tell him, and Qingchen didn't intend to ask.

Li Shutong would not harm him anyway.

Qingchen asked: "Master, I should be a prisoner now. Can I still go to school?"

"You'll know after you try it." Li Shutong stood up and handed a box to Qingchen, and then said with a smile: "This is another gift. All the information you need to know is in it. Study it yourself. Go to bed early, I Go out and do something.”

After saying that, the teacher opened the door and walked out, leaving Qingchen to open the box alone. Inside was a brand new translucent mobile phone.

Qingchen was wondering, did Time Walker tell Li Shutong that the father would give his son a mobile phone or something?

But...how to turn this thing on? !

The young man sat in the room and studied for a long time. There was not even a single button on this mobile phone. He held it in his hand like a piece of crystal with floating clouds.

The entire phone is seamless, with only the crystal surrounded by a thin ring of black metal.

"Do you need my help?" A voice sounded in the room.

Qingchen stood up with a loud sound. The sound was too sudden and touched his tense nerves.

The other party's voice was very familiar. It was the neutral radio voice from Prison No. 18.

"Who are you?" Qingchen asked hesitantly.

"Hello, I am One."

"I thought you were just the artificial intelligence in the reader of Prison No. 18. I didn't expect you to exist in other places in the city," Qingchen said.

At this time, he also recalled that Li Shutong did call "one" just now when he switched the sleep mode in the house.

"Strictly speaking, the federation stipulates that I can only exist in all federal prisons, serving as the warden and managing all mechanical prison guards. It was Li Shutong who asked me to help you, and I intervened in the artificial intelligence system of this building. "Yi Jingping replied.

Qingchen was shocked. It turned out that the other party was the warden of all prisons? !

No wonder he never saw a human administrator in prison, not a single one!

"Why does the federation let you manage all the prisons?" Qingchen felt a little strange. Even if the technology in this era is relatively advanced, artificial intelligence will not replace management duties.

One replied: "This is what my father stipulated."

Qingchen was even more confused by what he said. Artificial intelligence still has a father? ! Are you talking about the inventor?

"Why does your father want you to manage the prison?" Qingchen asked.

"Because of my impartiality," one replied.

"Do you have a good relationship with my master?" Qingchen asked tentatively.

"Not bad," one replied.

Qingchen: "..."

He was a little confused. In his impression, the answers given by artificial intelligence were very accurate, yes or no, there was no middle option.

And an answer like "Not bad" is very humane.

"So it's because of you that he can freely enter and exit Prison No. 18?" Qingchen asked.

"Yes."

"But doesn't the federation stipulate that you can only exist in prison?" Qingchen was confused.

Yi was silent for two seconds: "I don't have to follow the rules."

Qingchen was really shocked now.

This is artificial intelligence without underlying logic.

It’s an artificial intelligence that can violate human regulations!

"Why did you tell me this?" Qingchen asked doubtfully.

"Li Shutong said he could tell you," Yi replied.

"Why did you take the initiative to help me?" Qingchen did not dwell on the previous question.

The voice was silent for a long time, but when it spoke again it did not answer the question, but suddenly asked: "Are you also an artificial intelligence?"

"Why do you ask that?" Qingchen frowned. Why did the other party think that he was also an artificial intelligence?

"Just ask," One said.

"I'm not," Qingchen said, shaking his head.

"All right."

At this point in the conversation, Yi's tone has become very anthropomorphic, or in other words, the other person actually has an "independent personality".

After coming to the other world, even black technologies such as mechanical prison guards, mechanical limbs, and Yunliu Tower could not shock Qingchen. Only the appearance of Yi made him feel a little hard to accept.

This is real artificial intelligence, not the "pseudo-life forms" in the world that are only based on calculations.

He recalled the cameras in the prison that focused on him from time to time. It turned out that it was not the human managers who were paying attention to him, but Yi.

"Are there any artificial intelligences like yours in the Federation?" Qingchen asked if there were any other life forms with independent personalities!

"No more, just me," One replied.

"Then your intervention in the artificial intelligence of this building should not be limited to switching my sleep mode, right?" Qingchen asked.

"I promised Li Shutong that if an intruder enters this building, I will tell you to leave in advance," Yi said. "Let me teach you how to use the phone first. Press your thumb in the center of the phone and hold it for 5 seconds."

Qingchen did as he was told. Five seconds later, the cloud on the translucent phone dissipated and the phone became completely transparent.

Immediately afterwards, a yellow smiley face logo appeared.

"There is nothing in the phone, no parts, no circuits, nothing. How does it work?" Qingchen asked curiously.

"Its parts are integrated in the surrounding metal coils. The inside of the phone is made of liquid crystal molecules. You can't see the internal circuit because it is only 20 microns and difficult to detect with the naked eye," Yi replied.

Qingchen took a deep breath. He felt like a mountain cannon who had just seen the world: "Can I ask your father's name?"

However, this time, Yi didn't respond to him, as if she didn't want to pay attention to him.

This feeling is actually very strange.

Just like when you use Baidu Maps and say, Xiaodu Xiaodu, help me navigate to Xuezi Street.

In the end, Xiaodu said to you: I don't want to care about you now. You can find the map yourself.

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Countdown to 64:00:00.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, Qingchen walked out of the door wearing a white sportswear. When he opened the door, he was briefly startled because the silver-haired girl who lived opposite happened to be out.

The girl's silver short hair was very sloppy, and her small shoulder bag hung crookedly on her body.

Qingchen lowered his head, turned around and walked into the elevator silently. Behind him, the girl staggered a little because she didn't even have her shoes on.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" The girl's voice was nice: "Help stop the elevator."

Qingchen silently pressed the door button, and then watched the silver-haired girl hurriedly put up her heels as she walked.

He could even see the goo in the corner of the other person's eyes the moment he entered the elevator.

The atmosphere in the elevator suddenly fell silent. The silver-haired girl didn't dare to speak for a long time, but secretly looked at the boy's back from behind Qingchen.

When she was sure that Qingchen was not paying attention to her, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: What a shame! What a shame!

The girl came home last night and studied until about two o'clock in the morning. She opened her eyes when she heard the alarm clock but didn't want to get up. When she closed her eyes and opened them again, it was already too late.

The elevator descended to the 66th floor, and Qingchen walked out first.

This is the bustling waiting level. In addition to the load-bearing columns, there are tracks and platform gates that pass through the stairs.

Looking to both sides, the tracks extend outward, like a heavenly road.

In silence, the No. 21 light rail train drove quickly on Tianlu and entered the building and stopped slowly. The green light at the platform gate turned on. Everyone put their mobile phones close to the gate and entered the station to get on the train.

Qingchen was the first to squeeze in and find a seat, but the silver-haired girl behind him could only watch as the seats were taken away.

The sound of electricity came and the light rail train started.

At this time, four students in school uniforms walked through the crowded carriage. They had strange blue signs on their faces and were handing out paper flyers: "Please pay attention, we will hold a meeting this Sunday." We are marching in the hope that the federal government can extend school teaching hours and curb the disorderly expansion of extracurricular teaching institutions. If you agree with our views, you can sign our joint initiative."

Qingchen looked at it curiously. He didn't expect that there were paper flyers in this era.

A middle-aged man looked at the flyer in his hand and asked: "What is the significance of this parade?"

One of the students replied: "Now schools only have half-day classes, forcing some students who want to pass high school and college to have to spend extra tuition fees to go to classes outside the school. This is equivalent to increasing your expenses in disguise. Also Yes, with the support of capital, those educational institutions have poached all the good teachers from the school, which means that if your children want to go to school, they have to spend money outside the school. These are all interests that are closely related to you. If you are interested If you want, you can also join our parade.”

But he saw the middle-aged man stuffing the flyer back into the hands of his male classmates: "Why go to high school? My son is not that good at studying. High school and college tuition are so expensive. He just needs to go to a technical school. It’s business to go out to work early and help the family.”

An aunt on the side said: "That's right, my neighbor next door went bankrupt and sent his child to college. As a result, the child studied philosophy and couldn't find a job at all."

The male classmates were not angry, they just smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't support me. You won't lose anything by getting to know me better."