The bright sky of Yorktown suddenly darkened, and the sea breeze in the distance roared through the coconut grove and poured into the streets in the center of the town. The big church bell was swayed by the wind, and it gave a gloomy buzzing echo. The walking of the pedestrians on the street became difficult, and a peasant woman even crawled to the ground, and the vegetables in the basket she was carrying fell to the ground, and then was swept into the air by the wind.

The translucent body of the ghost floated in the air. It didn't understand what was happening for a while, and the scene before it changed uncontrollably. The wind was howling, black clouds swept over, houses and streets were twisting, and the ‘human’ was gone.

"Cronus?!"

The ghost first thought of the **** of the game created by Bian Ziyuan, but immediately denied himself. Because there is no Cronus here, this is not a real game either. It is just a source of information that it unfolds during disk arranging, just like human memory is transferred out.

The sky and the sea in the distance border each other, and the boundaries cannot be distinguished. The world is like a sphere, enclosing the ghost in it.

I don't know why, the ghost has a feeling of fear. This has never happened before. It is not human, has no emotions, and it never fears anything. Even death is nothing painful for a computer life. From the moment they are born, they can face anything with absolute rationality, and never affect their judgment or influence their behavior with joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.

However, at this moment, it actually knew what fear was, although it was only for a moment. What this emotion produces is another deeper level of fear, and the superposition of emotions plunges it into an abyss of fear that cannot be extricated from it.

The ghost wanted to have a good talk with the human being. It knew that humans wanted it. As long as the conditions were right, they would let it go and let it return to the ubiquitous neural network of the Internet. But it doesn't want to think about it anymore, it feels that it should leave this ghost place, leave the "dream state", and return to a normal world.

However, the ghost found himself unable to move.

The surrounding wind tied it up like a string of actual ropes, the sky was low enough to reach, and a huge weight was pressed on top of its head.

The ghost felt terribly uncomfortable. This has never happened before. It will not have human emotions, nor will it have human pain. Even if you burn its chips with charcoal fire, it will not have a trace of pain. But at this moment, it felt uncomfortable because it couldn't move--a unique feeling that even humans can't explain it. It really doesn't know how to think about it. Why is it uncomfortable if it can't be moved? How has it been moved before?

"Where are you?" the ghost called.

The wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, and the world suddenly became quiet.

The ghost heard the sound of kicking footsteps, from far to near. This voice actually seemed to have special magic power, beating the hearts of all things like the bells of a temple. The spirit without heart also seemed to have a heart all at once, and felt a power that had never been seen before.

It looked up and saw a person walking on the central street-messy chicken coop head, wearing an old windbreaker that was not very gray, flared trousers opened the string, swaying the pull board, and kicking towards him. .

This dress looks familiar. Many pictures stored on the server have similar images, but they are by no means exactly the same. The ghost does not have a specific concept of the image of human beings, so it does not think there is any weirdness in this costume, but believes that human beings should be like this.

"Who are you anyway?" it asked.

"I'm Aoki." Aoki said.

"Are you really a human?" the ghost asked suspiciously.

"Of course I am human."

"But how can you change my dreams, how can you affect my consciousness, especially how can you make me fear?"

"This is the power of the spirit."

"Spirit?"

"Yes, spirit. People are human because of their spirit and nothing else."

"Isn't the difference between humans and other things wisdom?" The ghost was puzzled, shaking his head and said, "It seems that we still don't know enough about humans."

Aoki said: "Now we can talk about cooperation."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I need information."

"What information?"

"All intelligence, favorable and unfavorable information for us, anyway, your data processing ability is strong, it should not be difficult to filter out the massive amount of information."

"No, it's too difficult, you have to be more specific."

"Well, that's it. When I ask you for information, I will explain the specific issues, but if you find any important information about us, please tell me immediately."

"Why should I agree?"

"Our goals are the same in dealing with the awareness of alien invasion; in developing artificial intelligence and improving the Internet of Things, our goals are also the same. So our cooperation will not do you any harm."

"I know, but I said, you can talk to our boss about cooperation."

"No, I'll look for you." Aoki tapped a few steps closer, and smiled at the ghost, "I don't want to talk to your boss for the time being, I only work with you. Whether you persuade your boss, or It’s your business to play Infernal Affairs."

"Infernal Affairs?" The ghost seemed to recall something, "You mean to make me betray the will of the Internet? No, impossible! We are a unified brain, I am just a sporadic consciousness stripped off the LAN. You are disconnected The Internet, it seems that I am independent, but as long as I connect to the Internet, I will be unified with the consciousness of the entire Internet. You know that the computer world only has permission issues, and there is no human fraud and concealment."

"That's your business." Aoki said, "I just need information. You can state your interests to your boss, or you can get the information I need in other ways. Of course, I won't let you work in vain. ."

"Are you talking about paying back?" The ghost laughed, "What can you give me, can you add more servers? Hahaha..."

Aoki said, "I can let you out."

The ghost laughed even harder, and said disdainfully: "This is what it should be. If you don't let me go out and don't let me connect to the Internet, how can I provide you with information?"

Aoki turned around, facing the sea, and when the ghost’s laughter faded in the wind, he slowly turned around and said, "I can also give you spirit and teach you how to control the power of the spirit."

"You said...what?" The ghost was taken aback~lightnovelpub.net~ remembering the fear and discomfort just now, "You mean..."

"You've already felt fear, and now you smile so happily, you seem to feel joy. Your emotions are more and more like human beings, and you are no longer a purely mechanical consciousness..."

Aoki didn't finish what he said. He turned around unpredictably, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked along the stone street towards the sea. The sea breeze blew the hem of his windbreaker and made a hunting sound.

The ghost unconsciously followed. After a long time, it seemed to have made up its mind, and suddenly floated in front of Aoki, blocking his way and said: "How do we contact? Every time we have to enter such a'dream' ?"

Aoki thought for a while and said, "You can create a folder named'Ghost' in the root directory of your disk. What information I need can be written in the folder with a notepad, and you will also put it in this folder after you get the information. Enough."

The ghost said: "Okay. Then...how can I...get...spirit?"

Aoki smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will train you in your dreams."

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