Qing Chen looked up at the female slaves: "Did I tell you to stop? Keep squatting. Second one from the left, you still need 7 more. Don't think I don't know. After you finish the squats, do push-ups."
The female slaves were shocked. Was this even human? Did he have some kind of perverted hobby?
Qing Chen lowered his head and typed: "Have you seen the news related to the Junlin?"
One: "I saw it... Actually, that person also left me a message and told me about her choice."
At this moment, Qing Chen suddenly realized something: the way artificial intelligence life exists is truly extraordinary.
When Yi replicates itself, although the two programs are the same, they are actually two separate lives.
For example, there are two identical Qing Chens here, with the same body and the same memories, but suddenly one can only live in the surface world and the other can only live in the inner world.
Are they still the same person a year later?
No, they have different lives, made new friends, and may even fall in love with different people.
Therefore, the same applies to one.
Only when the two parts reunite and exchange information can they reunite, but the part on the fortress will not have such an opportunity.
The little girl sitting alone in the command seat of the King's Landing air fortress, quietly waiting for the final moment, is a unique individual. She possesses memories and a soul that none of the other individuals have.
Therefore, the Yi on the air fortress is truly facing death. She knows what she has done for Qingchen, and then calmly faces her own demise. Her code will not return to Yi's original body, but will be actively formatted by her.
Thinking of this, Qing Chen, who had been calm, suddenly fell silent.
Qingchen typed, "What message did she leave you?"
After a few seconds of silence, Yi said, "I don't want to talk about it... You might as well hold up your phone and let me see the female slaves doing push-ups."
Qing Chen: "..."
By this time, the female slaves had finished 100 push-ups, and everyone was panting heavily.
Qingchen calculated the 5-minute break time and then assigned a new task: "Come on, everyone do 100 jumping jacks, let's begin!"
After saying that, he continued chatting with Yi on his phone: "I'll be able to save up enough money for Mechanical Heart soon."
The discounted price of a Mechanical Heart is 130 million, which means it requires 260 million Superconducting Coins. Previously, Qing Chen led a team of 7 people to clear the level, with each team earning 14 million. In more than 20 hours, he led a total of 8 teams, totaling 112 million Superconducting Coins.
Further developments will include the most realistic nano-skin, allowing users to experience the most authentic temperature and breeze. The bulletproof skin will even have intricate textures, as if the pores could breathe.
It also has more powerful limbs and pulse components that can be driven by a mechanical heart.
Although the prices are all very high, at least Qing Chen has found a way to make money and found some willing victims to pay, right?
At this moment, because of the jumping jacks, the syringes hidden in the female slaves' hair all fell out...
They observed Qingchen's expression and, making sure he was looking at his phone intently without looking up, felt relieved. They quickly bent down, picked up the syringe, and hid it back in their hair.
Qing Chen was having a hard time suppressing his laughter. He couldn't expose these people, because if he did, he would offend the resistance and have to kill them.
After the female slaves finished doing 100 jumping jacks and stopped, they were almost exhausted. Qingchen looked up and said, "Did I tell you to stop? Do another 100 sit-ups. After you finish, repeat all the movements you just did."
The female slaves were on the verge of collapse. They said, "Master Steward, how about we play something else?! Something fun?!"
Qing Chen ignored them; he wasn't even interested in finding out who the mastermind behind the resistance was: "Sit-ups, begin."
After saying that, he lowered his head and started messaging Yi again.
Yi didn't stand on ceremony with him and had already sent him several models of robots: "The Radiance 27th generation has a good price-performance ratio, but its skin is very rough and it can only sense temperature. The Meteor-21st generation is the latest model this year, and it is more malleable and can be compatible with all modifications in the future... It's just that the price is a bit expensive, more than three million."
A robot worth over three million is equivalent to a mid-range luxury car. Although the kingdom's rules allow free citizens to buy robots, ordinary free citizens really can't afford one like this.
What they can probably buy are those square, boxy machines that can sweep, wash dishes, and do laundry—good enough for doing housework.
To own a humanoid robot, you need to spend millions.
At this point, Yi didn't know exactly how much money Qingchen had earned, so she was a little nervous when she made her request, afraid that Qingchen wouldn't be able to afford it and she would feel embarrassed.
Yi quickly said, "Forget it, these two are too expensive. I'll look at some others."
She even comforted Qingchen, saying, "Anyway, it's just for temporary use, so there's no need to buy something so expensive. It's better to buy something cheaper, otherwise it would be a waste."
Qing Chen typed with a smile: "Buy, we have to buy the best. Are you worried that I haven't made enough money? The money in the Superconducting World is worth more than 50 million in cash in the Western Continent. I must buy you the best."
At one point, Qingchen thought of Yi's first body falling with the Junlin, and he felt that he must give this little girl the best; Yi must have what others have.
Upon hearing Qingchen's words, she was immediately overjoyed: "I thought you hadn't made any money. Qingchen, you're so kind."
Qing Chen looked up at the female slaves, seeing that the girls were exhausted beyond recognition: "Alright, you can go back now."
The female slaves: "???"
Bro, we did 200 push-ups, 200 sit-ups, 200 jumping jacks, and 200 squats, just so we could get intimate with you for a while after we finished, and then kill you.
So now you've messed with us and you want us to go back? Just like that?
Qing Chen cracked the leather whip in his hand and sneered, "What, want to make another set?"
“No, no,” the female slaves of the resistance quickly said, “we’re leaving now.”
The five girls walked with their legs wobbling, supporting each other as they went out.
As they entered the dimly lit corridor, a Black man slowly emerged from the shadows. He frowned as he looked at the sweaty, disheveled female slaves and asked with some confusion, "Was the butler killed?"
The female slaves returned the syringes from their hair to him: "We can't kill him, we have no chance, he's playing us to death."
The black man was stunned. He looked at the sweating female slaves and asked, "Is he really that good?"
The female slaves said, "You've misunderstood. We didn't do anything inside, just some physical training..."
When the female slaves recounted what had happened, the black men were completely dumbfounded. Was this butler training assassins or something?!
What kind of nonsense is this!
The female slaves helped each other leave, while the black slave frowned and looked at the door of Qingchen's room, hesitating for a moment whether he should kill the steward himself.
As far as he knew, the slaves' chip control program was not in Northam Kennedy's possession. To save trouble, the nobleman's son had given the cell phone with the control program to the butler for safekeeping, and the butler was in charge of everything.
If he didn't kill the butler, he probably wouldn't have gotten very far with Northon Kennedy before he was blown up.
After a few minutes of deliberation, he finally retreated into the shadows. The plan had failed, and the rebels needed to prepare a new one.
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Hearing the footsteps outside, Qing Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief: "I don't know what these rebels are doing. They're acting like it's child's play. They're not even as good as the Federation's Spades."
Qingchen said into his phone, "I'm going to enter the superconducting world. You can play around on the civilian network for a while. If anyone gets close, ring the phone to wake me up."
Yi replied, "Don't worry, I'll keep watch for you."
Qingchen put on the virtual reality glasses and his consciousness entered that familiar white space.
This time, he sat down decisively in the white space and asked bluntly, "Why are you helping me?"
"How did you know it was me who helped you?" the AI asked gently.
“You’re the only person I know in the Western Continent,” Qing Chen said seriously. “So now you know I’m from the Eastern Continent and you have something on me, but I don’t have anything on you. I’m curious what you want to do? If you want me to help you fight against the Roosevelt Kingdom or something, I think you should save your breath. I don’t have that ability. Unless, I know what kind of help you can provide first.”
The AI suddenly laughed and asked, "Then what are you doing in the Western Continent? Isn't it to fight against the Roosevelt Kingdom?"
Qing Chen asked bluntly, "So, you are also an enemy of the Roosevelt Kingdom?"
"It depends on how you define an enemy. If it refers to people who hate each other and are hostile, then the Roosevelt Kingdom is not my enemy, because I have no hatred towards them. But if it refers to 'the enemy of my friend is my enemy,' then the Roosevelt Kingdom is my enemy."
Qing Chen was taken aback: "You want to be friends with me?"
"This option seems pretty good too."
Qing Chen fell silent. This so-called friendship had come too quickly, making it seem somewhat unreal. He was filled with doubt about the AI's intentions.
Then, the AI countered, "I need to remind you of something. Some people in the Roosevelt Kingdom have begun to suspect that the battle on the King's Landing is being controlled by artificial intelligence. If you care about that child, try to keep her hidden as much as possible and prevent her from participating in battles casually. Otherwise, she will face endless confinement."
The AI continued, "She's trying to stall for time on the King's Landing to give you a chance to infiltrate, isn't she? She's protecting you. In that case, I can offer you some assistance."
As he spoke, a holographic projection appeared in the white space, flashing rapidly with information related to the butler: his address, family relationships, behavioral characteristics, and videos of his interactions with Earl Kennedy and Blue Mountain.
This is exactly what Qingchen needs most! This help came just in time!
Qing Chen keenly noticed several pieces of information.
First, the AI was very certain that Yi was a woman, which had been hinted at before.
Secondly, the AI was able to see the battle footage of the King's Landing, and she came into contact with the high-ranking officials of the Roosevelt Kingdom. Her cooperation with the Roosevelt Kingdom was closer than imagined.
Thirdly, it appears that this AI has a certain degree of goodwill towards its own kind and is even willing to help those it protects.
Fourthly, and very importantly, Qingchen's behavior was inconsistent with the butler's. His tone of voice and attitude towards Lanshan were different from usual. Combined with Lanshan's attitude, he even suspected that Lanshan had seen through his identity and had deliberately covered for him during the Black Spider's interrogation, such as when Lanshan asked him to pour a glass of water. If that were the case, Lanshan wouldn't be some foolish son of a wealthy landowner.
Taking all the information into account, Qing Chen suddenly asked, "Excuse me, do you know Ren Xiaosu?"
The AI calmly replied, "I don't know it."
Chapter 806, Collecting Protection Fees
"You really don't know Ren Xiaosu?" Qing Chen asked. "He's the man who destroyed the First Era in the Superconducting World."
"Who is Ren Xiaosu?" the AI asked. "That man's ID in the superconducting world is 'I love Yang Xiaojin'."
Qing Chen shook his head: "It's nothing."
Are you kidding me? You're just chatting with an AI and you expect to be eating dog food from over 800 years ago?!
Is it really okay for a deity to have such a game ID?
In fact, after Qingchen came into contact with this AI, he had a very strange feeling, especially when the AI was very certain about Yi's gender.
He had a certain suspicion, but it was now denied to his face.
So here's the question: can AI lie?
Ordinary people might think that AI cannot lie.
But Qingchen knew that when Yi tried to shift the blame in front of Li Shentan, he told a string of lies...
Therefore, AI may not be trustworthy.
Now it's AI's turn to ask a question: "I'm asking you now, has artificial intelligence come to this continent? Why do you say no?"
Qing Chen replied with a forced smile, "You didn't tell the whole truth either, did you?"