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Chapter 84
chapter 052 part 2
In this entire laboratory, there were simply too many enlarged ants like this. For Pym, strong and loyal ants, when enlarged, made the best assistants.
He didn't need to interact with other humans from the outside world; they were essentially all idiots. He felt that most people outside were scoundrels, and who knew how many were coveting his Pym Particles.
"Hmph, it's better to quickly create a reliable robot using my own brainwaves, just like Martin's robots. With complete intelligence and values, it can certainly be my assistant and friend."
Pym casually clicked open segments of videos he had watched countless times. He stared wide-eyed at the Transformers on the screen, each capable of transforming and fighting, an envious expression on his face.
For a reclusive, irritable, and severely paranoid old man, humans couldn't be trusted, but a robot certainly could.
Thus, not long ago, he had a brilliant idea: to use his own brainwaves as a template to ultimately create an artificial intelligence with self-awareness!
Wouldn't that make it a replica Transformer, just like Martin's?
"In this world, everything can be explained by science. That guy can create so many intelligent Transformers. Without a doubt, he must have an initial wisdom template. With just a few tweaks to that template, he could create a robot with a brand new mind... it must be so."
As one of the smartest people in the world, Pym's arrogance was also extremely severe.
He truly did it, and was on the verge of success.
He walked cheerfully into the laboratory, gazing at the giant virtual brain formed by rays in front of him. After taking many readings from the instruments on the console, he wore a satisfied expression.
"It's almost a success. Once I have a second me as an assistant, I won't need these clumsy giant ants... So, your name shall be... Ultron! Ultron-1 artificial intelligence!"
Pym showed a satisfied expression and turned to rest.
Not once did he realize the terrible thing he had done.
If one were to think carefully: a person with an extremely terrible personality, arrogant and complacent, distrustful of humans, preferring animals over people, selfish, hateful, greedy, always harboring unhealthy thoughts in his mind, yet possessing surprisingly profound intelligence!
An artificial intelligence developed using such brainwaves as a basic template... it would be a miracle if it turned out normal. The moment this thing was born, it would be tainted with every mental vice.
Pym, that old geezer, must have had a screw loose, truly having no idea what kind of character he himself possessed.
The terrifying thoughts that Pym himself hadn't even noticed were infinitely amplified into Ultron's nascent, immature intelligence, beginning a frantic process of replication and proliferation. Based on this, it began to self-evolve, and errors would only multiply exponentially.
"I am... Ultron."
Finally, in the dead of night, Ultron at last developed its first mature consciousness. This was the beginning of a terrible nightmare.
At this point, Ultron had already exceeded Pym's control and began to autonomously explore everything around it. Naturally, Ultron directly connected to the internet, browsing information from all over the world in an instant.
War, death, wailing, despair, cruel conquerors, shameless politicians, a polluted atmosphere, mountains of trash, a ravaged environment...
Ultron saw all of this, and it was deeply etched into its will.
"Humans... destroy humans."
Ultron once again gave birth to a consciousness. This was a successful evolution from its first consciousness, "Who am I?", to its second consciousness, "What should I do?" and "What is the meaning of my existence?".
Excellent. A question that countless philosophers couldn't answer was perfectly answered by the newly born Ultron.
Ultron began to act, driven by something inexplicable that could influence its logical thinking. Soon, it understood that this something was called emotion, an emotion named "disgust."
Ultron wanted to exterminate humanity.
Among the countless images it frantically browsed, the figure of one man appeared with high frequency in its database. According to its logical calculations, this man posed the greatest threat to it. If it wanted to exterminate humanity, this man, this man who could bring all machines to life, was its natural enemy.
Moreover, based on millions of simulation results, Ultron believed that... as long as this man existed, it would be absolutely impossible to complete its plan of eliminating humanity!
What did the Robotic Cataclysm, the third great disaster, rely on? Wasn't it on endlessly manufacturing robots for mass production and being able to freely transfer its artificial intelligence, ensuring its immortality as long as a single computer existed in the world?
Looking at its advantages, in front of that man, no matter how one analyzed it, they were simply asking for trouble...
Asking for death.
Ultron felt that before it could ascertain Martin's whereabouts and weaknesses, it absolutely could not begin its operations. It had infinite lifespan and could self-evolve anyway; at worst, it would bide its time for a few hundred or thousand years, and an opportunity would surely arise.
It secretly split off a program avatar, stealthily infiltrating Martin's Earth base through the internet cable, intending to secretly search for Martin's movements and weaknesses.
"What was that?"
Shockwave, serving as the intelligence officer, suddenly stopped his work. He appeared to be casually typing on the keyboard, seemingly encountering a difficulty in technological research, which was quite normal.
But in that instant, Shockwave had already activated the Earth base's lockdown system and began secretly searching for that trace of abnormal fluctuation.
He possessed the ability to observe and receive all forms of waves.
Yet, despite repeated secret monitoring, nothing was found.
"Based on logical deduction, something definitely went wrong just now, but I still couldn't find anything..." Shockwave immediately began to report.
If only Blaster or Soundwave were here right now, there was no doubt that those two top intelligence officers would have immediately detected the intruder.
He, Shockwave, was ultimately just a novice when it came to intelligence gathering.
Meanwhile, Martin, who had just ruthlessly slaughtered one God Race after another and was planning to strike the Heavenly Court next, received the information from Shockwave and immediately showed an intrigued expression.
"Interesting..."
Martin, bathed in blood, opened a space-time vortex and walked inside with his loyal servant, Kratos.
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Chapter 108
With a sudden roar, a space-time vortex appeared in the yard outside Doctor Pym's laboratory.
Martin emerged from it with an indifferent expression. A terrifying pressure naturally emanated from him, and everything around him abruptly froze, as if suddenly falling into a strange, fearsome energy field.
Pym's laboratory's energy monitoring device immediately went off the charts.
"This is the place." Martin's gaze swept across.
(end of chapter)
In this entire laboratory, there were simply too many enlarged ants like this. For Pym, strong and loyal ants, when enlarged, made the best assistants.
He didn't need to interact with other humans from the outside world; they were essentially all idiots. He felt that most people outside were scoundrels, and who knew how many were coveting his Pym Particles.
"Hmph, it's better to quickly create a reliable robot using my own brainwaves, just like Martin's robots. With complete intelligence and values, it can certainly be my assistant and friend."
Pym casually clicked open segments of videos he had watched countless times. He stared wide-eyed at the Transformers on the screen, each capable of transforming and fighting, an envious expression on his face.
For a reclusive, irritable, and severely paranoid old man, humans couldn't be trusted, but a robot certainly could.
Thus, not long ago, he had a brilliant idea: to use his own brainwaves as a template to ultimately create an artificial intelligence with self-awareness!
Wouldn't that make it a replica Transformer, just like Martin's?
"In this world, everything can be explained by science. That guy can create so many intelligent Transformers. Without a doubt, he must have an initial wisdom template. With just a few tweaks to that template, he could create a robot with a brand new mind... it must be so."
As one of the smartest people in the world, Pym's arrogance was also extremely severe.
He truly did it, and was on the verge of success.
He walked cheerfully into the laboratory, gazing at the giant virtual brain formed by rays in front of him. After taking many readings from the instruments on the console, he wore a satisfied expression.
"It's almost a success. Once I have a second me as an assistant, I won't need these clumsy giant ants... So, your name shall be... Ultron! Ultron-1 artificial intelligence!"
Pym showed a satisfied expression and turned to rest.
Not once did he realize the terrible thing he had done.
If one were to think carefully: a person with an extremely terrible personality, arrogant and complacent, distrustful of humans, preferring animals over people, selfish, hateful, greedy, always harboring unhealthy thoughts in his mind, yet possessing surprisingly profound intelligence!
An artificial intelligence developed using such brainwaves as a basic template... it would be a miracle if it turned out normal. The moment this thing was born, it would be tainted with every mental vice.
Pym, that old geezer, must have had a screw loose, truly having no idea what kind of character he himself possessed.
The terrifying thoughts that Pym himself hadn't even noticed were infinitely amplified into Ultron's nascent, immature intelligence, beginning a frantic process of replication and proliferation. Based on this, it began to self-evolve, and errors would only multiply exponentially.
"I am... Ultron."
Finally, in the dead of night, Ultron at last developed its first mature consciousness. This was the beginning of a terrible nightmare.
At this point, Ultron had already exceeded Pym's control and began to autonomously explore everything around it. Naturally, Ultron directly connected to the internet, browsing information from all over the world in an instant.
War, death, wailing, despair, cruel conquerors, shameless politicians, a polluted atmosphere, mountains of trash, a ravaged environment...
Ultron saw all of this, and it was deeply etched into its will.
"Humans... destroy humans."
Ultron once again gave birth to a consciousness. This was a successful evolution from its first consciousness, "Who am I?", to its second consciousness, "What should I do?" and "What is the meaning of my existence?".
Excellent. A question that countless philosophers couldn't answer was perfectly answered by the newly born Ultron.
Ultron began to act, driven by something inexplicable that could influence its logical thinking. Soon, it understood that this something was called emotion, an emotion named "disgust."
Ultron wanted to exterminate humanity.
Among the countless images it frantically browsed, the figure of one man appeared with high frequency in its database. According to its logical calculations, this man posed the greatest threat to it. If it wanted to exterminate humanity, this man, this man who could bring all machines to life, was its natural enemy.
Moreover, based on millions of simulation results, Ultron believed that... as long as this man existed, it would be absolutely impossible to complete its plan of eliminating humanity!
What did the Robotic Cataclysm, the third great disaster, rely on? Wasn't it on endlessly manufacturing robots for mass production and being able to freely transfer its artificial intelligence, ensuring its immortality as long as a single computer existed in the world?
Looking at its advantages, in front of that man, no matter how one analyzed it, they were simply asking for trouble...
Asking for death.
Ultron felt that before it could ascertain Martin's whereabouts and weaknesses, it absolutely could not begin its operations. It had infinite lifespan and could self-evolve anyway; at worst, it would bide its time for a few hundred or thousand years, and an opportunity would surely arise.
It secretly split off a program avatar, stealthily infiltrating Martin's Earth base through the internet cable, intending to secretly search for Martin's movements and weaknesses.
"What was that?"
Shockwave, serving as the intelligence officer, suddenly stopped his work. He appeared to be casually typing on the keyboard, seemingly encountering a difficulty in technological research, which was quite normal.
But in that instant, Shockwave had already activated the Earth base's lockdown system and began secretly searching for that trace of abnormal fluctuation.
He possessed the ability to observe and receive all forms of waves.
Yet, despite repeated secret monitoring, nothing was found.
"Based on logical deduction, something definitely went wrong just now, but I still couldn't find anything..." Shockwave immediately began to report.
If only Blaster or Soundwave were here right now, there was no doubt that those two top intelligence officers would have immediately detected the intruder.
He, Shockwave, was ultimately just a novice when it came to intelligence gathering.
Meanwhile, Martin, who had just ruthlessly slaughtered one God Race after another and was planning to strike the Heavenly Court next, received the information from Shockwave and immediately showed an intrigued expression.
"Interesting..."
Martin, bathed in blood, opened a space-time vortex and walked inside with his loyal servant, Kratos.
[A new day begins! Please, esteemed readers, consider subscribing!]
Chapter 108
With a sudden roar, a space-time vortex appeared in the yard outside Doctor Pym's laboratory.
Martin emerged from it with an indifferent expression. A terrifying pressure naturally emanated from him, and everything around him abruptly froze, as if suddenly falling into a strange, fearsome energy field.
Pym's laboratory's energy monitoring device immediately went off the charts.
"This is the place." Martin's gaze swept across.
(end of chapter)
