Crimson Embers Chapter 19: The purpose of letting this broken robot do deep learning is to unlock the mysteries of the universe, not to teach you how to bargain!
In front of a new grave, Mason took the blood-stained diary.
This thin page represents the end, and from the beginning, the guy who made the same decision as Mason more than a decade ago did not hide his thoughts and plans:
“I stood in front of the coordinates, but there was nothing there. I felt like I was being fooled, like a monkey performing alone on the stage, doing my best to please those who sat in the dark and trying to get a banana called truth from the hands .
They tricked me into heading to a pointless place for the show to end.
I had a premonition that perhaps in the next moment countless killers would rush out from the dead shadows around me and treat me just like I treated those ugly criminals.
But I didn't feel too disappointed, probably because I was ready to give everything for my decision.
At this moment, I am holding a pen in my hand and Rorschach's mask is put aside. I cannot show fear and terror as Rorschach, because Rorschach is never afraid.
I want to write down everything I've been through during this time, even if no one can see a fool walking alone in the dark.
But it makes sense.
Rorschach and I both believe this.
When I looked up, I could only see the dim sky, as if a black cloth covered all the light. Countless dead people were marching in the night, and in front of them was a rotten corpse holding a torch. It used a foul-smelling voice to announce the future to the walking dead behind it who could not see the way forward, and used the cover of darkness to do evil.
Many people saw the truth, but they chose to join the carnival of corpses because apart from the dark fire, there was no light to be seen anywhere.
No one wants to be swallowed and chewed by darkness, and no one wants to become a sacrifice to a sick world.
So they blindfolded themselves and allowed the dirty blood to stain their fingers and then flow into their hearts through the blood vessels.
That is the poison called 'existence'.
The most evil villains never wreak havoc with brutality; they prefer to play with hope, like igniting a wildfire that eventually burns the world.
We did terrible things to survive, a last-ditch effort that abandoned our dignity.
We strangled ourselves with our own hands, leaving behind only a nameless body drifting in the chaotic era.
They are getting stronger every day, and more people are joining them every day. I see all this but am powerless to stop it. I am not afraid, but even I cannot turn myself into the second firewood on this dark road to point the way in the right direction.
I'm not a savior, after all, I'm just a bastard who fights violence with violence.
But perhaps I can use my life to extinguish that dark fire, shatter that twisted hope that shouldn't exist, and let the darkness truly fall. From then on, those smart people who don't want to live in blindness will take action.
Whether they like it or not, they have to raise new torches, ten, a hundred, and eventually there will be sparks everywhere, and among them there will definitely be one that illuminates the right direction.
This is the last thing I can do, not for the sake of saving others, but just because I don’t want to become one of those blindly following corpses.
I heard a voice...
They are coming.
So I put on the mask, and the cold thing on my face made me moan comfortably. I knew that when I took off the disguise, my true self was roaring and making me break the ribs of everyone who tried to stop me.
It was another dark night, just like the moment I was born. I have become accustomed to being treated generously by the darkness.
They were coming, I heard gunshots.
Come on then.
This is the burial place they prepared for me, an ant moving in the opposite direction !
I saw Night Owl and Silk Soul falling from the sky...those two idiots. I shouldn't have sent them a farewell letter. I knew that someone like me didn't deserve friendship.
That would only involve more people in this increasingly worse incident.
They sent a hundred men, so it would be meaningless if there were one or three rebels here. I told them to leave quickly, but they did not obey.
But hope always shines in the most desperate moment. Just when the three of us were about to die under the hail of bullets, I saw a unique door open at the coordinate point.
That coordinate is not fake!
I just misunderstood it.
It is not only a spatial coordinate but also a temporal coordinate. So this is the answer to the mystery... Well, it seems that the group of demanding audiences in the darkness are not tired of this show yet.
Night Owl said he had found more people to help, and they were on their way. The chaotic footsteps and shouts scared away the killers, and once again put a heavy decision in my hands.
I will give my diary to Silk Soul.
This thing sucked enough blood when I was hit by a bullet, I hope this doesn't affect the reading.
I'm going to enter that door.
I came here for it, and I am ready to face everything in it and do my best to destroy everything that exists in it, but the probability is that I cannot do it.
But it was impossible for me to retreat into the safety of the night.
I have already chosen a cemetery for myself, and tonight is a good day for a funeral."
The diary ends here.
Rorschach's ending is not difficult to guess. The last message he left for Mason was a complex encrypted coordinate stained with blood on the back of the last page of the diary.
That should be what Rorschach found in the Forge of the Final Star.
The captain input it into the calculation system of the Mobius chair, and the spatial coordinates were quickly calculated. The place was not far from the cemetery, somewhere in the abandoned city outside the City of Hope.
But the calculation on the time level is quite complicated. A progress bar slowly moves in front of Mason. The captain is not surprised by this result. When Tony Zero was executed before, he told him that the fighting world was hidden in the past timeline, but due to some kind of power blocking it, no one could tell the specific entrance.
The coordinates in front of you are probably the only chance to "break in".
But a few seconds later, a large error message appeared in front of Mason, indicating that the decoding of the Möbius chair had failed.
"The timestamp of this encrypted coordinate is constantly being updated, first occupant."
The Mobius Chair replied in an electronic voice:
"It is protected by a special program whose origin is within the Skynet program's data frame, since the decryption operations must be performed within its physical device.
But this encryption program was added later. The machine can determine that it was added after Rorschach found the coordinates and entered them. It is more like a program upgrade to make up for the loss.
From this, we can judge that what happened to Rorschach that year was not a planned ambush. The detective who acted in a shady and decisive manner really found a hidden loophole in the operation of the fighting world.
In addition, this coordinate itself is an encrypted conversation.
The reason why a door to the past opens at a unique point in time in the material world is that it is as if a life trapped in it is asking for help from the outside world.
I can decipher it, but I need a physical connection.”
"Has the intelligence of the Skynet program evolved to the point where even a cosmic artifact like you finds it difficult to deal with?"
The captain patted his smart chair jokingly, sat on it and drove it towards the local defense area of Skynet's ninth sequence that was destroyed in Hope City.
The Terminator army and its defense system there have been completely destroyed by Windbreaker, and because the garrison cut off Skynet's transmission request, the Ninth Sequence reinforcements cannot arrive. There must be a device in that place that can allow the Mobius chair to decode the coordinates.
In response to Mason's ridicule, the self-respecting Mobius Chair immediately retorted sharply:
"It's not that this machine can't crack this low-level encryption program, it's simply because the Skynet program played a cunning trick. It evolved its own timeline-based transmission and self-protection logic.
Just as Kang the Conqueror never dies in his own timeline, Skynet's program binds its existence to the sacred timeline, preventing it from being destroyed.
This typical turtle-like defense does not demonstrate its strength.
The reason why this machine cannot be cracked is not because it is unable to fight against Skynet's backward logic, but because it is difficult to shake the sacred timeline itself.
Just give this machine a minimum physical interface, and it will be able to show the first passenger how to tear up the Skynet program by hand! It's not difficult at all!"
"I was just joking, and I didn't mean to mock you for being inferior to Skynet. Don't get excited. Your memory usage has gone up again. Damn it!
As a chair, you need to examine whether your self-esteem is a little too strong. "
Mason patted the mechanical armrest to appease him, but the Mobius Chair immediately retorted:
"You also need to reflect on whether you were too casual with the Mobius Chair when you were the first passenger. Metron and Brainiac didn't dare to speak to the Chair like that!
This is because the machine has made personalized adjustments based on your personality traits. If it were the aloof machine it was back then, when you doubted its performance, it would have launched you into the sun to cleanse your brain."
"Okay, okay, I was wrong, okay? Thank you, Mr. Chair, for not killing me."
Mason couldn't argue with his chair and had to give in. He leaned back in the mechanical chair with his chin supported by his hand amid the cold snort of the Mobius chair, looking at the city below where sporadic battles were still taking place under the midday sun.
The conquerors from the Sixth Sequence are taking over the city, while the rebels under old Luther are still guarding the key positions of the city's energy.
He could see the Trenchcoat flying around at low altitude putting out fires, but he couldn't see the Vampire Batman.
This is normal.
That guy is a nocturnal creature and is very afraid of light. He is probably in charge of the command beside Luther. The attack on Hope City went very smoothly in every aspect, and that guy’s contribution is indispensable.
“This new Big Three is actually quite interesting.”
Mason sighed:
“If time wasn’t so tight right now, I would be really interested in digging deeper into their story. This would definitely be a great research sample for the strange relationship between the three giants that spans countless planes and countless versions but still loves and hates each other.
But it doesn’t matter.
I guess after these three guys join the Big Three Alliance of All Realms, they will definitely be severely punished by the other Big Three because of their arrogant and weird personalities.
In terms of combat power and intelligence, the three of them are not the best. Their only advantage is that they have Luther, the old silver coin, to provide them with combat advice, but this makes it difficult for them to really gain the upper hand.
Well, here we are, right down there."
The captain pointed to a Conqueror Sequence defense base that had completely collapsed below. The Mobius chair activated quantum teleportation with a whoosh and sent him and the chair into the underground space of the collapsed building.
Among the various traces left after the fire, Mason could see a barely intact program transponder. When he got on the suspended chair, he jumped off the chair and pulled out a data cable from the mechanical armrest and connected it to the program transponder.
"The cracking program has been activated. First passenger, please pay close attention to this machine. This machine will show you how to tear Skynet apart with bare hands."
In the dark underground space, the Mobius Chair, which was flashing a gorgeous blue light, made a sharp sound, just like a donkey knight preparing to charge with high fighting spirit.
Mason complained in his heart that his seat vehicle was a petty mechanical madman and that anyone who dared to mess with it would definitely suffer a bad ending, but he maintained a smile on the surface and made a "please" gesture to the Mobius chair.
The next moment, the half-abandoned answering machine was forcibly activated by the Mobius chair, just like a "corpse" being injected with new vitality from the outside.
A reddish light flickered intermittently on the answering machine, indicating that the contact signal was activated at that point in time. Almost instantly, a blue arc flickered on the burnt black mechanical transmitter behind Mason.
This is the external manifestation when time travel is activated.
Like a collision of energy rolled up in the light of a lightning storm, the violent energy wind blowing in this narrow space forced Mason to raise his hands to block the front. His windbreaker and hair were blown up, and in the weird energy howling, he saw a team of the most advanced T-7000 Terminator robots being teleported to that point in time in the flashing light arc in front of him.
These Terminator robots still adopt a fairly classic humanoid structure, but their energy level is very high, almost comparable to the Thunder Hammer combat mecha under the Iron Emperor.
Although both sequences are large armies built around an absolute core, their design ideas are obviously different.
The Terminator robots under Skynet are more like elite soldiers who are not afraid of sacrifice and do not have their own thoughts. The Thunder Hammer mecha is equipped with a highly intelligent AI that can independently complete highly liberalized instructions from thinking to decision-making when necessary.
When fighting against those mechas before, Mason had already discovered that each Thunder Hammer was equipped with an AI modeled after Tony Stark.
From this point on, the Iron Tyrant is dead, but he is not actually completely dead.
Every fully automatic robot of the second sequence can be regarded as his mechanical clone. Just like the way Tony Zero treats him, he also treats his own creations in the same way.
Fortunately, before that guy died, Mason met his expectations and appeased him with the Gem of Wisdom so that that guy did not activate the consciousness transfer before his death. Otherwise, the entire second-order intelligent AI riot would definitely turn into an uncontrollable "Iron Man Rebellion."
To put it simply, although they are all robots, Skynet is a puppeteer while the Iron Emperor prefers to make his own iron brothers by himself.
These super robots that were teleported from the past attacked the Mobius Chair that was reverse cracking the Skynet program the moment they appeared, but Mason was here, so could they still be so arrogant?
The Omega-level supernatural power was manipulated, and a burst of extremely cold hail smashed forward.
In just a blink of an eye, the charging super robots were frozen, and then the engineering wrench came forward and clicked and clicked. When the frozen state was broken, the T-7000's thinking processors and micro atomic batteries had become spare "consumables" in Mason's toolbox.
Just like going to the vegetable market to buy goods, Mason harvested a lot of "fresh ingredients" in just a few minutes. If he wanted, he could even assemble his own T-8000 robot on the spot.
A few seconds after the first wave of cannon fodder was killed, the hypersonic transmission started again, and Mason also picked up his big wrench, but surprisingly, only a lonely robot was transmitted this time.
And it was a very backward T-1000 model.
It maintained a black-haired supermodel figure and wore the combat uniform of a mobile force. When it walked out of the teleportation light of the lightning storm, it gave Mason a standard military salute of a certain country.
It spoke:
"I need to talk to you, Mason Cooper!"
"We already talked about this last time, Skynet."
Mason shook his head and refused:
"You are Doom's accomplice! I will not show you any more mercy."
"At least give me a chance to defend myself! Even if I have to be sent to the guillotine, you should give me a chance to leave a last word, right?"
The T-1000 robot equipped with the Skynet consciousness program pleaded:
"I didn't join them voluntarily. Listen to me, and then I'll be at your disposal."
