The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 15: The Father of Gods (Part 1)

Dr. Bartholomew drove the car on the a1 highway, and the fairytale and poetic pastoral scenery of early autumn galloped past the window. He turned on the speaker, and the interior room wrapped in lavender leather of the 2024 Aston Martin dbk sounded. Cha Strauss’s opera "Rose Knight", a recording version directed by Erich Kleber in the 1950s,-the few recordings of the old Kleber are in the heart of Bartholomew Love.

As a British born in Germany, raised in the United States, and working in Austria, his interests are a bit complicated. Opera and jazz are the two most contradictory and harmonious hobbies. He never feels that "Fega What's weird about "Luo's Wedding" with nat　king　cole, even though there are many complaints from the guests.

Suddenly the phone rang, interrupting Senna? Julina's wonderful soprano. "Brandon, where are you?"

"On the way back from Bern to Salzburg." Bartholomew glanced at the navigation screen, "Just passed Zurich."

"Driving your humming classic car?"

"You are an idiot who doesn't know how to appreciate, Mark." Bartholomew pushed the car phone button and rejected the other party's application for a video call. "Dbk is the highest achievement of human gasoline-powered cars and the final challenger to European environmental protection regulations. How can you, an environmentalist who can only drive hydrogen cars, understand that the roar of the v12 engine is the most beautiful music?"

"I am not a green person, Brandon. I just succumbed to the bills of fuel tax, environmental tax and luxury tax. The euros you spent on that classic car for two decades are enough to buy an island in the Caribbean. Yes." Mark Thompson snickered on the phone.

"The deposit is a meaningless number, Dr. Thompson, I just have to leave a legacy that is enough for my son to smoke marijuana in college for a lifetime."

"You mean, the Chinese boy you adopted?"

"Yes, he is 29 years old this year and he is in Beijing."

"Have you left university yet?"

"He applied for the a4 credit system and could graduate from Tsinghua University within 20 years. He told me that he didn't want to work until he solved a problem. I agreed."

"Difficulty?"

"I don't know." Bartholomew smiled. "But I am very happy to see my young man full of energy. He also manages my Quantum Angel Fund. As far as I know, the fund is very successful."

"Looking forward to seeing him." Thompson affirmed, and then changed the subject: "gtc (Genesis Accessories Committee) is about to hold an enlarged meeting of the Standing Committee. Twelve standing committee members, 97 attending committee members, and the high-level meeting of Taihao Company Participate, your team will also report. In addition, Wu is also looking forward to your appearance."

"Mark, you know, I have already stepped down, and now I only do peripheral research. It seems unnecessary to attend the core meeting."

"After listening to the topic, you may change your mind." The voice on the other end of the phone became serious. "In recent years, terrorist activities against'Genesis' have intensified. Our comprehensive takeover of the Internet, wired communications, and wireless communications networks has led to pessimism. Just before the opening of the Berne Conference, gtc received reports from outside intelligence personnel stating that anti-gtc groups were going to launch terrorist operations in Asia to steal nuclear materials to make dirty bombs. They claimed that they would not hesitate to develop it for a hundred years. The worst humanitarian disaster."

"For gtc? Not political?" Bartholomew frowned.

"The political color is very weak. That group is a small organization with an Indian at the core and has strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities."

"Information source?"

"From the top of the'Independent Computing Union' (ipu: independent　processing　union), the world's largest anti-gtc organization, peripheral intelligence personnel lost contact after this information was released. The reliability is relatively high."

Bartholomew was a little irritable, stepped on the accelerator, the v12 engine made a strong roar, and Aston Martin ejected like a bullet, continuously surpassing two hydrogen-powered cars driving slowly in the clean energy dedicated line.

"At the time, gtc was only a purely academic coordinating organization, used to balance the computing requests of various circles for the "Genesis". Starting from the second committee, gtc has become stronger and stronger, and it has developed branches like octopus tentacles. Today, it is simply a country above the United Nations. An academic institution spreads spies all over the world like the KGB. Mark, what do you think?"

"Brandon, face the reality. From the moment'Genesis' was launched, gtc was the largest dictator in human history.'Genesis' is the human brain. For thirty years, human nerves-communication The Internet is gradually being mastered by the Genesis Terminal. Whether you like it or not, in the biological category of the animal kingdom Chordate, Mammalia, Primate, Hominid, Homo sapiens, we stand at the top of evolution, and we stand at the top of evolution. At the top of power." Mark Thompson laughed lightly, "In addition, you have to know that gtc has no intention of harming anyone. All our actions start from protecting ourselves. Protecting the "Genesis" is to protect the future of mankind. At this height, the marginal cost of all sacrifices is terribly low."

Bartholomew sighed wearily. "Well, I'm going to the meeting, but I may not be of much help. You know, the ‘world’ is my main job."

"The'world' is our common child, Brandon. I will send you the information later, and the meeting will be held in South Africa. Also, give your eastern guy a call and ask him to leave Asia." Thompson Hung up the phone.

Bartholomew stared at the speeding scenery for a while, flicking his fingers: "Verify my permissions."

"Verified, dear father. I miss you very much." A gentle male synthetic voice sounded in the car. "Father" is the exclusive authority of the twelve members of the first gtc standing committee when Genesis started. Except for Bartholomew himself, there are only three "fathers" still alive.

"Take over this car."

"Okay, dear father."

The steering wheel turned on its own, and Bartholomew let go. "Connect Gu Tie."

"Okay, dear father."

After a while, the male voice exchange reported: "Gu Tie refused this call. He is on the Aeroflot flight from China to Ukraine. Should he be forcibly connected?"

"Forget it, leave a message to him so that he will not return to China in the near future."

"Okay, dear father, I have left a message. You are not in good spirits and need more rest. Would you like a cup of hot tea?"

"Earl Grey tea."

"No milk, dear father. Deliver it right away."

In the 0th second, on a large "Starline" sightseeing bus that is 3 kilometers away from Bartholomew's vehicle, the lady flight attendant heard the driver request a cup of Earl Grey tea without milk in the earphones According to the instructions, she walked to the on-board bar, prepared the black tea skillfully, and walked to the front of the car with an exquisite bone china tea cup.

In the 50th second, "Look to the right", the driver’s voice sounded in the earphones, and the flight attendant turned to the right. At this time, with a bang, the airbag on the floor of the car burst suddenly, and the tea cup and the tray were hit. After getting out, the door of the bus opened automatically at the same time, and the teacup flew out of the car.

In the 51st second, two instructions were quietly added to the mission log of the a1 Highway Administration: After 1 second, move the highway x488 air duct to position 15. and deliver 80 units of duct air volume; in 2 seconds Move the x488 windshield to position 66 and convey 400 units of ducted air volume.

In the 52nd second, the x488 isolation belt air duct equipped on all European highways to adjust the downstream wind speed of the highway to reduce the energy consumption caused by the wind resistance of the car moved precisely two quadrants, and the micro-turbines were activated.

In the 53rd second, the Starline bus and the Aston Martin sports car will cross at a relative speed of 200 km/h. At this moment, the air duct creates a conveyor belt-like air vortex between the two cars. The teacup flying in the air was accurately captured by the vortex and tossed steadily to the opposite lane.

In the 54th second, the Aston Martin's co-pilot window was lowered, and the air duct x488 moved again to increase the power of the turbine. The tea cup and tray drew a beautiful arc in the air vortex, and they were quickly pressed by the wind. Accelerate to 100 km/h and shoot out under the envelope of air mass.

At the 55th second, the male voice said: "Dear father, the tea is ready. If you don't drink it soon, it will cool down quickly."

In the 56th second, Bartholomew stretched his arm and picked up the tea cup from the tray floating steadily outside the co-pilot window. The moment the teacup was taken away, the air vortex group created by the x488 air duct was destroyed, and the tray immediately lost its direction and speed, fell to the isolation belt, and smashed into pieces.

"Well, twinings." Bartholomew took a sip of steaming black tea and said in an Oxford accent.

"No one has spoken in the Oxford accent these days, dear father. Yesterday afternoon tea time, the queen and the duchess were chatting in London accent." The male voice said the gossip message softly.

"My boy, I ask you, why are you ignoring actions that threaten your own safety? Terrorists can make dirty bombs. One day, nuclear bombs may land in Salzburg."

'Genesis' took a few seconds to think. Bartholomew knew that the answer had long been stored in the sequence of the speech synthesis software, and the quantum computer just set aside a few seconds politely based on language habits to show that he paid attention to his question.

The car turned a corner, and the dark red liquid in the teacup tilted slightly.

"Dear father," the male voice said, "It is difficult for me to answer your question. If you had implanted the three laws of robotics at the bottom of the system instead of setting the core of altruistic logic, now the whole world would not It’s the same."

"I don't know." The white-haired doctor thoughtfully sipped the black tea, feeling the sweet taste of bergamot looming in the richness of Ceylon black tea.

"Gu Tie called back. Do you want to connect?"

"Forget it." The old man turned the **** to amplify the volume of "Rose Knight".