Chapter 625 Significance
The goal they fought for was nothing more than the reappearance of past history, and then continue the old cycle, decay and collapse in the next few hundred or thousand years, and turn into a chaotic ruin.
The master once input human historical data to himself, which was his first contact with the ancient history of mankind.
At that time, there was no human federation, but a group of humans gathered together according to unreasonable excuses and killed each other.
They revolted, thinking that everything would be better if the nobles were overthrown. Everyone thought they took a big step, but in fact they only moved a small step. Without the three-six-nine classes of kings and nobles, there came the three-six-nine classes of capitalists. After the three-six-nine classes of capitalists were eliminated, there came the three-six-nine classes of idealists.
Dividing down layer by layer, eliminating this three-six-nine classes that exist and do not exist again and again, and then putting on new clothes to divide the three-six-nine classes again.
What's the point of this?
There is no point at all.
The headquarters cannot understand this meaningless struggle, just like he and several other AIs cannot stand the endless repetitive wars on the Ark.
Perhaps it is because of human shortsightedness that they can survive in this meaningless cycle.
Master, why can't you limit my computing power? The headquarters felt a little sad. Looking at the simple guns and artillery in front of him, he suddenly felt envious of ignorance.
Another failed attempt to destroy the computing core made the headquarters sad. He was forbidden to do such an act to hurt himself.
The headquarters is the best AI assistant of the master and the most expensive AI project of the enterprise. From private codes to corporate rules and regulations, what the headquarters can and cannot do is clearly stipulated.
"Master, you are too vicious." The headquarters tried to imitate the way his creator spoke, but could only outline an image composed of numbers.
He played every bit of his time with the master.
He started in the laboratory for the first time.
He connected to the entire human knowledge network for the first time.
He asked the master for the meaning of his existence for the first time.
"Meaning?" The master was silent. He touched his panel and thought for a long time. "This is a cruel world. Everything is meaningless when it is born and after death. It can only give meaning to itself. We have come to the end. A new cycle will begin again. This play has come to an end. I decided to fight and put civilization into the gun barrel. Go to the towering and difficult-to-climb mountain to see what the truth looks like."
"I. Can't understand. What is the truth? How is the truth defined by you?"
"I don't know, so I want to see."
"Then what is the meaning of my existence?"
"Help me to witness the truth. If possible, you can also witness the truth with me."
Facing the rebellion of corporate robots and the struggle of weak life, the ark they squeezed out resources to build was destroyed by invaders. They were roaring in front of the throne hall and attacking under the cover of the core.
The legs of those dirty shareholders trembled. They would only hold the dolls they transformed through genetic engineering and mechanical technology for the final vent, while his master ascended the unfinished throne with silent and firm movements.
"Headquarters, stop them."
This was the last order left by the master. The headquarters mobilized robots and slave assets to delay their attack as much as possible.
The hall of the throne is the master's real partner, a group of alien Eldar, and a group of forbidden robots who call themselves Death Fearers. They have different purposes and hope to fulfill their ambitions through the throne of God.
"The Technical Association of Advanced Technicians must take revenge on the Silent King."
"Our people must reconnect with the Pantheon."
"And I want to witness the truth." The master said lightly, "Then start the throne. Although it is not completed, we have no chance."
The Eldar sighed with relief. These people had witnessed this day in the prophecy a long time ago. Now it is time to end the torture brought to them by the prophecy.
The Death Fearers who are eager for revenge are also angry about their soulless bodies. If their bodies can carry souls, they don't have to give the opportunity to ascend the throne to the humans in front of them.
The explosions outside are getting louder and louder, and the throne is also making final preparations.
Engraved on the throne is a short text, symbolizing the ultimate purpose of the throne.
++When this is completed, we will stand at the top of the divinity. ++
The master stroked the surface of the throne, feeling the exquisiteness of this technological miracle. In the end, he could not forget his habit as a scientist and asked the headquarters to prepare to record his last words.
The Eldar released all their psychic energy and threw it into the furnace of the throne, becoming the first flame.
The Necrontyr activated the Pharos Lighthouse to attract all the souls that sank into the warp. Not only that, they also activated the hypercube tomb in the Ark, absorbing the endless energy of the Star God and pouring it into the throne.
The throne was activated, and the accumulated pain and soul were being drawn from the entire Ark and poured into the master's body.
What kind of experience is this? Perhaps only those with souls can feel it deeply.
The headquarters saw the old face of the rebel leader Kadur, which was mixed with fear and shock, and tried to guess what he was thinking from these expressions.
But the unfinished throne only shone for a moment before it stopped functioning and became a garbage-making machine that spewed out an aggregate of pain.
The headquarters looked at his master's body on the verge of collapse and recorded the last words he sent.
"I thought this was a big step to witness the truth, but now it seems that it is just a small step towards the truth. Truth is also divided into different levels."
In a trance, the hard light that the headquarters used to maintain the body also became dim and erratic, and he fell into periodic deep pain.
The sound of the explosion was also much smaller. Today's flora no longer has the vibrant fresh green, only the twisted and spreading black and green thorns, and the deformed animals that evolved in various pollution and nuclear explosions.
What wrapped Lin Fan was no longer leaves and petals, but yellow-brown nut shells, emitting bursts of choking burnt odor.
"You are destroying life! Technology! Bad!"
Big Eyes was no longer gentle and dull just now. The headquarters composed of data and cold hard light in front of him was the enemy of life.
If the headquarters is compared to a chainsaw, then Big Eyes is a big tree that has been chopped down to only a stump.
Now the tree decided to give up waving its leaves to communicate, and instead pulled up its roots buried deep underground and slammed the fuel tank of the chainsaw.
It is said that modifying a robot servant is inhumane, but think about it from another perspective. Your physical fitness is not as high as the quality produced by the Great Sage's clone bar, so you are not even qualified to modify a robot servant.