The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 147: The God of Father (Part 1)

The silver Aston Martin dbk sports car parked quietly on the emergency stop belt of the a1 European highway. The hazard indicator light kept flashing and the light of the yellow light dimmed. It was not because the twelve-cylinder engine stopped working. But the thick snow is covering up the turn signals of the parking spaces. The four bright stainless steel exhaust pipes emit snow-white steam. The engine is still running. Only the machine cover of the car is not covered by heavy snow. The windshield and the car are still running. Two inches of snowflakes accumulate on the top. The highway air duct system uses hot wind to blow away the snowflakes on the road. The snow flutters and deposits on the side of the road, slowly covering the shoulders, isolation belts and the sports cars parked there. This time The snowfall is finely powdered, and it melts into thin ice when it sticks to the glass windows. Ten minutes ago, the side windows of this car were also covered. From the outside, it looked like a strange white snow piled up by naughty children. Castle.

"Dear father."

After the 140th soft call, the male synthetic voice gave an instruction to Aston Martin’s air-conditioning system. The air-conditioning compressor was briefly turned on for two seconds, blowing a cool breeze from the central air outlet To Brandon Bartholomew’s forehead, the cold wind blew white hair, the old man woke up suddenly, lifted his heavy eyelids, and found that the world in which he was living was dimly lit, and the gleaming sky reminded him of his childhood. When I hid in an igloo waiting for my friends to look for it, the snow was icy, the house was warm, the snow was white, and the sun was warm yellow, exactly the same as it is now.

"Dear father, you need to go to the hospital immediately. I have already contacted your cardiologist. He is waiting for you in the operating room of the Reina Restorenzi Hospital in Salzburg." Male synthesis Yin said softly, "Although the gtc headquarters hospital has richer medical experience, it is not suitable for you to go back to the headquarters building in your current situation. Please give instructions. We will be able to reach Renji Hospital in eight minutes. , The artificial heart and lung are already ready. You may need to live on cardiopulmonary bypass for a period of time until the cloned heart is developed."

"You...what are you talking about." Dr. Bartholomew replied tiredly. He moved his body to loosen the seat belt. This small movement almost exhausted all his energy, and the seat belt called the police. The prompt tinkled immediately, and aware of his father's irritability, the **** hiding in the Salzburg underground immediately turned off the beep of the sports car and slightly increased the volume of classical music.

"You need to be treated immediately, dear father." The synthesized voice repeated, "I can't go against your wishes, so I need your approval to start the car."

A smile appeared at the corner of the old man's mouth: "Treatment, I don't need that kind of thing,...Can I ask you a question."

"Of course, any questions, dear father." The male voice replied.

"What is the ultimate answer to life, the universe, and everything?" the old man said.

After a few seconds of silence, the quantum computer replied: "If you analyze from the perspectives of philosophy, mathematics, quantum mechanics, and religion, I can get 102441 contradictory answers, but if you are referring to the famous science fiction novel In the plot, then the answer is a simple two-digit number......"

"You are really boring, computer." Bartholomew smiled wryly, "Stop kidding,...Tell me, did I do something wrong."

"You can't be wrong." The man He Chengyin replied immediately, "You will always be right, even if it is an unreasonable decision, dear father."

The old man sighed: "Does my authority already override the logical judgment of right and wrong? Don't judge from the perspective of quantum computers. Suppose you are a human being, an ordinary earthling, tell me The decision just now is right or wrong, the last command I issued to the ghost organization."

"From the perspective of the listener, your final order will trigger a world-scale terrorist attack. It is estimated that more than 100,000 victims will be killed, causing a direct economic loss of 1.2 trillion U.S. dollars and an incidental economic loss of 20 trillion U.S. dollars. gtc No matter what decision is made, the seat of the special permanent supervisor of the United Nations will be deprived, gtc and Taihao will face trial, whether it is moral or a formal prosecution by the International Court of Justice in The Hague. At the same time, the ghost organization will be destroyed. Sexual strikes. Only a handful of elite members who remain hidden are expected to survive international joint counter-terrorism activities. The ghost branch in the'world' will also lose its dominance and collapse completely. You will lose everything, dear father. "

"Go on." The old man coughed twice over his chest with his right hand, and slowly narrowed his eyes.

"Whether this directive can achieve its goal, the probability of success is not clear. There are quite strong forces within gtc to promote the'world' project. If they resist the pressure and announce the release as usual, there will still be tens of millions. Of players get biochips to log in to the system. There is nothing wrong with what you have done, but it is a dangerous gambling with a slim chance of winning all at once, dear father."

"And you can't turn off the network interface and deny the player to log in." The old man sighed.

"Yes, because I am running on the core of altruistic logic and cannot deprive a large number of log-in users." The quantum computer reduced the volume and showed a sorry posture.

Bartholomew stared at the thick white snow on the window for a while, and then said: "Let's do it, I did what I should do, and the rest can only look at the children themselves,... Can I open the car door? I want to go down and take a look. Why didn’t I find the car door so heavy before? Now that I think about it, it’s a stupid idea to refuse to make progress. Those shiny hydrogen-powered cars should be electric doors..."

"The temperature outside is minus four degrees, your body can't be stimulated, dear father." The synthesized voice speeded up, but despite all objections, it opened the door lock obediently and warmed up. The wind pushed open the door on the driving side of the Aston Martin sports car with indoor pressure.

The wind immediately swept into the car with snowflakes, and the severe cold from the Alps instantly washed Brandon Bartholomew’s blood vessels, making him gain strength from nowhere, stepping out of the car, facing Fengxue stood up, "Look, what a beautiful snow." He exclaimed in surprise like a child, pointing his finger into the hazy distance, "Look, that's the backbone of the European continent. Salzburg is the Alps. Only in this season can I see the endless snow peaks. Isn’t this sight the reason why I fell in love with this land? Once I came to Salzburg, it was such a refreshing winter."

"Yes, dear father, that's so beautiful." said the quantum computer. Even if you look at the Alps from the same angle of view with thousands of high-definition cameras it controls, you can't see the rolling mountains beyond the wind and snow. At this moment, the computer understood that it was just a phantom that appeared in front of the dim eyes of the old man. It told a lie, a lie that caused twenty expensive lattice relays to burst in the deep underground well of the gtc headquarters, an unusually high level command." "Genesis" instantly produced a certain illusion, a strange illusion that can experience human emotions.

Computers never lie.

Unless you are a considerate child in front of your father.

The old man took a deep breath and poured cold air mixed with snowflakes into his chest, "Do you know what I am thinking now."

"You want to talk to Gu Tie, dear father." Synthetic voice replied, "You have said that you want to do this more than once, but for fear of causing interference, you always hang up the call to the listener's point of view. , I have called a large number of electromagnetic debris to lock Gu Tie’s position coordinates, and can talk to him directly. The upper limit of the time is ten seconds."

"The child is very poor." The old man looked a little lonely from his back. "He is too smart and too stupid. He can't find any friends. He doesn't know what he is living in the world for. I know the decision just now. It will kill many people, but it is for the survival of the personality in another world, and I do not regret it; if the only thing I regret in this life is to involve the child in all this."

"It's not your fault, dear father." The computer said, "Do you want me to connect to him? It only takes a second."

Brandon Bartholomew gently touched his nose. He always liked to do this action whenever he was hesitant. Neither the old man nor Gu Tie realized that this is because of different races, different beliefs, and different destinies. The only thing in common between his father and son, "Let me think about it." The old man said, "Let me think about it."

The quantum computer closed his mouth obediently, and the car stereo played Richard Strauss’ opera "Rose Knight", one of the old man’s favorite records, when the young knight Octavian’s aria sounded, In order to prevent the singing every second from being overwhelmed by the wind and snow, the computer increased the volume by three notches, and fearing to noisy the thinking father, quietly reduced the high frequency part to make the symphony sound softer.

Three minutes later, the male synthetic voice asked tentatively: "Have you made a decision, dear father."

There was no answer. Brandon Bartholomew's battered heart had already stopped beating, his body leaning on his favorite sports car, standing quietly in the snow and wind in the Alps.

"It's cold outside, dear father."

"Genesis" knows everything. The memory in the underground cave records the debilitating sound of the old man’s heart beating for the last time. It just chooses not to accept it, letting its artificial intelligence deviate from the core of logic again, and the lattice relays are connected one by one. A burst, brilliant fireworks lit up in the dark cave.

"...What are you talking about." Gu Tie suddenly turned his head and asked in the three-hundred-meter-deep bunker in Batangafu, Central Africa.

Xiao Liping whose mouth was sealed with tape shook his head.