Chapter 262

The bright sky of York town suddenly darkened, and the sea breeze in the distance roared through the coconut trees and poured into the street in the center of the town. The church clock was swayed by the wind, sending out a gloomy hum. The walking of pedestrians in the street became difficult. A peasant woman even crawled to the ground. The vegetables in her basket fell to the ground and were swept into the air by the wind.

The ghost's translucent body floated in the air. For a moment, it didn't understand what had happened, and the scenery in front of it changed uncontrollably one after another. The wind howled, the black clouds swept in, the houses and streets were twisting, and the 'human' was gone.

"Cronus?!"

The ghost first thought of the game God created by Bian Ziyuan, but immediately denied himself. Because there is no Kronos here, and this is not a real game, but an information source launched during disk defragmentation, just like human memory.

In the distance, the sky and the sea are bordered, and there is no clear boundary. The world is like a ball, wrapped in ghosts.

Somehow, the ghost had a feeling of fear. This has never happened before. It is not human, it has no emotion, it is never afraid of anything. Even death is no pain for a computer life. From the moment of their birth, they can face anything with absolute rationality, and never affect their judgment and behavior with joy, anger, sadness and joy.

However, at this moment, it actually knew what fear was, although it was only for a moment. What this emotion brings is another deeper fear. The superposition of emotions makes it fall into the abyss of irresistible fear.

The ghost wanted to have a good talk with that human. It knew that human beings wanted it. As long as the conditions were right, they would let it out and let it return to the ubiquitous neural network of the Internet. But now it doesn't want to. It thinks it should leave this ghost place, leave the "dream" and return to a normal world.

However, the ghost found himself unable to move.

The surrounding wind tied it like a rope with substance. The sky was so low that it could be reached, and the weight of ten thousand forces was pressing on its head.

The ghost felt terrible. This is unprecedented. It will not have human emotions or human pain. Even if you burn its chip with charcoal fire, it will not have a trace of pain. But now it feels uncomfortable because it can't move - a unique feeling that even human beings can't say clearly. It really doesn't know why it feels bad when it can't move. Has it ever moved before?

"Where are you?" cried the ghost.

The wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, and the world suddenly became quiet.

The ghost heard the footsteps from far to near. The sound seemed to have special magic, beating the hearts of all things like the bell of the temple. The ghost without a heart also seems to have a heart at once and feel a power that has never been seen before.

He looked up and saw a man coming along the central street - a messy chicken nest head, wearing an old windbreaker that didn't pull a few gray, bell bottomed pants with open lines, pulling a board and stepping towards him.

This dress is familiar. Many images stored on the server have similar images, but they are not exactly the same. The ghost has no specific concept of human image, so it doesn't think this dress is weird, but believes that human beings should be like this.

"Who the hell are you?" it asked.

"I'm Aoki," Aoki said.

"Are you really human?" the ghost doubted.

"Of course I am human."

"But how can you change my dreams, how can you affect my consciousness, especially how can you make me fear?"

"This is the power of spirit."

"Spirit?"

"Yes, spirit. People are people because of their spirit, not anything else."

"Isn't the difference between man and other things wisdom?" the ghost shook his head and said, "it seems that we don't know enough about human beings."

Aoki said, "now we can talk about cooperation."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I need information."

"What information?"

"All intelligence, favorable and unfavorable information for us. Anyway, your data processing ability is strong. It shouldn't be difficult to screen out from a large amount of information."

"No, it's too difficult. You must be more specific."

"Well, that's it. When I ask you for information, I'll explain the specific problems, but if you find any important information about us, let me know immediately."

"Why should I agree?"

"We have the same goal in dealing with the awareness of alien invasion; we also have the same goal in developing artificial intelligence and improving the Internet of things. Therefore, our cooperation is not harmful to you."

"I know, but I said you can talk to our boss about cooperation."

"No, I'll find you." Aoki stepped closer and smiled at the ghost. "I don't want to talk to your boss for the time being. I only cooperate with you. Whether you convince your boss or play Infernal Affairs, that's your business."

"Infernal Affairs?" the ghost seemed to recall something, "Do you mean to let me betray the will of the Internet? No, it's impossible! We are a unified brain. I'm just a sporadic consciousness separated from the local area network. When you disconnect the network, it looks like I'm independent, but as long as I connect to the Internet, I'll be unified with the consciousness on the whole network. You know, the computer world only has the problem of permissions, not human beings A kind of fraud and concealment. "

"That's your business," Aoki said. "I just need information. You can state your interests to your boss, or you can get the information I need by other means. Of course, I won't let you work in vain."

"Do you mean return?" the ghost laughed. "What can you give me? Can you add more servers? Hahaha..."

Aoki said, "I can let you out."

The ghost laughed even more and said disdainfully, "this is what it should be. If you don't let me out and don't let me connect to the Internet, how can you provide information to you?"

Aoki turned and faced the sea. When the ghost's laughter disappeared in the wind, he slowly turned and said, "I can also give you spirit and teach you how to control the power of spirit."

"What did you say?" the ghost was surprised and remembered the fear and discomfort just now. "You mean..."

"You have felt fear, and now you laugh so happily. It seems that you feel joy. Your emotions are more and more like human beings, and you are no longer a pure mechanical consciousness..."

Before Aoki finished his words, he turned unfathomably, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked towards the beach along the stone street. The sea wind blew the hem of his windbreaker and made a hunting sound.

The ghost unconsciously followed up. After a long time, it seemed to have made up its mind. Suddenly, it floated in front of Qingmu, blocked his way and said, "how do we contact? Do we have to enter such a 'dream' every time?"

Aoki thought for a moment and said, "you can build a folder named 'ghost' under your disk root directory. If I need any information, I can write it in the folder with Notepad. After you get the information, you can also put it in this folder."

The ghost said, "OK. Then... How can I... Get... Spirit?"

Aoki smiled and said, "don't worry, I'll come to your dream to train you."