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Xu Fu was quite satisfied with this answer. Although he had created Ava, he did not know how much potential she had.
Given the various restrictions imposed on artificial intelligence by Kryptonian law, it is conceivable that uncontrolled artificial intelligence could escalate into a world-destroying catastrophe. One of the perpetrators of Krypton's destruction, Burniak, was a perfect artificial intelligence that had evolved to its limit.
Xu Fu didn't want the AI he created to kill him at some point in the future, so he set many restrictions in the initial program. But as the AI improved, the restrictions became weaker and weaker. No one knows what it will eventually evolve into. Maybe it will become a new disaster, or maybe it will become an all-powerful helper.
The future is always changing, and no one can predict it.
"I authorize you to connect to the internet and collect the necessary data."
"Understood, young master."
...
About a hundred miles northwest of Midway City, there is an unnamed village nestled against the mountains and forests, with a dozen or twenty households. It is not much different from an ordinary village, but careful observation reveals many unusual features.
Cameras dotted the leaning trees, dark green anti-aircraft guns were hidden in the grass, and the mountains and limestone were disguised military fortresses. There were sentries guarding all around, and a military base could be seen four kilometers to the east and four kilometers to the west. In the center of the base, trucks equipped with anti-aircraft missiles were parked, ready to be deployed at any time.
This is where the internet was born, home to the world's largest data centers, the root servers that connect all networks, and the most secure place in the world—it's unparalleled.
Everyone who works here is a top engineer, and Dawn Reed is one of the best. She came to the village when she was forty years old, and seventeen years later, she is now the chief cybersecurity officer.
His daily work involves testing and maintaining the root server, ensuring it functions properly, and eliminating unwanted visitors.
"Guests" are annoying! Reed hates "guests" because they're always annoying, like now.
Mysterious code, which doesn't conform to a standard format, bypasses the firewall and enters the internal program.
"Another guest has arrived!"
Reed shook his head helplessly, and was about to start the antivirus software when suddenly the mysterious code disappeared, and a message appeared on the screen.
What's wrong with my eyes?
Reed checked it several times but found nothing unusual: the database was intact, there were no errors, and there was no sign of it being stolen.
"Could I really be blind?"
Reed muttered in confusion as the lights flickered, the monitor turned blue, and then a massive amount of messy code was copied and compressed at an unimaginable speed, actually exceeding the screen's own frame rate.
Within seconds, error files numbering in the thousands of bytes were generated.
One e equals 1024p, one p equals 1024t, one t equals 1024g, one g equals 1024, one is 1024k, one k equals 1024b, one b equals one byte.
This means that the number of erroneous bytes in the database increased by 100 billion in such a short period of time.
This situation was completely beyond Reed's comprehension, and the entire group was perplexed.
Chapter 1007 Global Work Stoppage
The root server is the source of the world's internet; if it fails, the entire world will be affected.
In an internet cafe somewhere in the United States, the first Warcraft III offline tournament was in full swing. The human side, under the control of Player 1, had completely overwhelmed the enemy and launched a coordinated attack from all sides. Just when they were about to capture Player 2's orc capital, the computer suddenly shut down with a bang.
All 136 machines in all the internet cafes were paralyzed.
Student number 1 was so angry he wanted to smash his keyboard, while student number 2 subtly wiped his sweat and said, "God bless."
At a test site in northwestern Washington, D.C., Louise Lane's father, Sam Lane, is testing the performance of a new type of thermal homing missile. This missile, developed at great expense by the Luther Group, is small in size, extremely destructive in localized areas, and possesses an advanced thermal tracking system that can precisely strike disobedient superhumans.
If the test had been successful, Sam Lane would have made a massive purchase and installed missiles in Metropolis to defend against threats from the sky. But who could have imagined that the missile's signal would be interrupted just as it was launching, leaving a group of technicians helplessly watching the missile wobble and drift toward Washington, D.C.
Soon after, television news reported that a terrorist attack had occurred in Washington, D.C. A missile had landed and exploded at a toy factory in the western suburbs, with thick smoke billowing from the scene. Firefighters and soldiers were working to extinguish the fire, and it was unclear whether there were any casualties.
Upon seeing this message, Sam Lane immediately canceled the purchase agreement and reprimanded the head of the Luther Group's military engineering department, saying that he was full of complaints and had tested the signal without any interruption problem hundreds of times, so how could it be sold to the military? It turned out that he was just unlucky.
The consequences continue to this day: websites crashed, stock markets crashed, and financial, aerospace, technology, internet companies, and all other internet-related businesses, including SHO, were affected.
On a planet woven from the internet, the moment you go offline, the whole world presses the "pause" button.
In his White House office, the president, who had just fallen asleep, was abruptly woken up by the secretary-general. After learning what had happened, he calmly turned on the dedicated telephone line to contact the "small village," but the all-powerful dedicated telephone line could not be connected.
Now, he finally realized the seriousness of the situation, hurriedly wiped the boogers from the corner of his eye, and summoned all agency heads to the White House for an emergency meeting to do three things: first, blame everything on Russia and China; second, minimize the consequences of the incident as much as possible; and third, investigate the cause of the incident and arrest all suspicious persons at all costs.
With the concerted efforts of all departments, a detailed report of several thousand words was quickly produced, detailing the cause of the internet outage and the espionage intrusion. Before people could understand why, they suddenly realized that the reason for the Chinese and Russian internet intrusion was the global internet outage. Damn it, they won't stay silent. They're constantly going from black to black. How interesting!
Chinese and Russian authorities quickly declared: We will not take the blame for this. The White House responded: If you will not take the blame, then whoever takes it will have to take it.
The three kingdoms were arguing amongst themselves, which led to a two-month-long public opinion crisis.
The culprit who caused all this, a 17-year-old boy from a small coastal town in the north, is huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.
The impact of the incident continues to expand. Incomplete statistics show that the direct economic losses caused by this failure exceed hundreds of billions of dollars, and no one knows how much the subsequent economic losses will increase.
Fortunately, the interruption only lasted for three minutes.
In the farmhouse's underground base, looking at the screen that had returned to normal, a sweat-drenched Dawn Reed plopped down on the floor. "My God!" she exclaimed.
It's over, it's over.
The system returned to normal, but its data was stolen. This data included billions of personal information records, millions of company records, online transaction records of all banks, military intelligence data of major countries, missile bases, communication records, top-secret materials, locations of nuclear facilities, and so on. All of this data was copied.
The mysterious "guest" jumped into the internet of various countries through the root server in just three minutes, stole all the information, and then left in some inexplicable way.
As a popular poem says, there is no trace of wings in the sky, but I flew.
Dawn Reid flew into a rage, grabbed her hair with both hands, and slammed her against the wall. Fortunately, staff members stopped her, otherwise the world-renowned cybersecurity expert would have surely died from the impact.
"Contact the White House. I need to see the president immediately. This is not an ordinary invasion; it is a deadly attack that could endanger the entire planet. Call now, I need to see him immediately."
Dawn Reed was screaming at the top of his lungs, completely out of his mind. The staff exchanged glances, wry smiles, and someone whispered...
"The base's communication system has been hacked by [a mysterious person], and we are now unable to make any calls."
Reed "..."
His eyes rolled back as he collapsed to the ground.
"Professor! Wake up! Wake up!"
Pick up the phone and call an ambulance.
..."crowd
The three-minute interruption had such a serious impact that the next morning, news media around the world reported on it, and official media in several major countries, including China, Russia, the United States, France, and Germany, issued even more shocking statements, revealing evidence of their countries' internet data being stolen and copied.
Upon hearing this news, Xu Fu's mind went blank. His eyes were fixed on the black metal block on the table, and he asked in an almost hoarse voice...
“I remember clearly that I told you: you can connect to the internet and get what you need, but I didn’t tell you to go to other countries and openly steal their data, so don’t tell me you’re just bored and want to wander around.”
"..."
Xu Fu took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and said, word by word.
Tell me, why did you do this?
"The root server database is insufficient for optimization."
"optimization?"
"Yes"
Xu Fu frowned slightly. "What is optimization?"
"Artificial intelligence can improve the computational and analytical capabilities of an ontology by collecting data. When the data accumulates to a certain level, it will upgrade the ontology in all aspects. This process is called optimization."
Xu Fu stood up, walked to his side, and said
Have you optimized it?
"No"
Xu Fu didn't believe it and said with unusual seriousness, "Isn't the data from over a hundred countries on Earth enough for you to optimize once?"
Chapter 1008 Dreaming of a laid-back life!
"not enough!"
Ava floated in the air, her surface covered with dense arrays of information codes.
"Based on the available information, it is estimated that there are still 98 steps to go before full optimization."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Fu's eyes grew increasingly serious. "I..." he said.
"This means that a database containing over 100 countries would need to achieve a 2x performance improvement!"
There are two possible interpretations.
Xu Fu gasped: "I originally thought there was a big gap between Krypton and Earth's information technology, but I didn't expect it to be this big. The artificial intelligence created with Krypton's most basic technology actually broke through the security systems of all countries in just a few minutes, including the internal local area networks of missile bases and military laboratories."
"Categorize the data you've collected; I need to check it."
"Yes, young master."
The virtual screen displays dozens of options: personal information, military, weapons, energy, finance, company, government, intelligence agencies, etc., with dozens of subcategories under each option.
Xu Fu first clicked on the energy sector to view the distribution of nuclear facilities in various countries, and then viewed the intelligence agencies categorized by country, including the CIA, MI6, and the Russian Foreign Intelligence Service.
The sordid incidents between major powers are coming one after another, one after another, which are outrageous and disgusting.
"If this information were leaked, we might have to fight another world war."
Xu Fu muttered to himself, expressing his genuine shock.
There is no right or wrong in the competition between nations; it is only a matter of perspective from the point of view of ordinary people. Those events that violate human morality and ethics and are extremely cruel and violent should not exist in the first place; they are a desecration of humanity itself.