How to Live as an Immortal - Chapter 276
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How to Live Immortally Episode 276
276 What doesn’t work is your mind.
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The old man who had been rambling about his work in the lab until this afternoon is now absentmindedly mumbling. He finally realizes his mistake and becomes contemplative. It is all the result of not being able to live up to his reputation.
I couldn’t shake the impression of ugliness from the grotesquely twisted wrinkles.
But those two eyes were filled with resentment.
It seems like he doesn’t understand why he has to be treated like this.
It was as if he had no idea what kind of results the troubleshooter he hired in a fit of anger would bring about. No, he simply wanted to forget about it.
“Hey, I don’t know how much the yakuza promised me, but I’ll pay you double that.”
Even though he had to face the fact that his wife was dead, the first thing that came out of his mouth was a pact for protection.
“5 times! No more than that.”
“What’s not working is your mind.”
Paulo was a man who would not listen to anyone who tried to tell him to repent for his mistakes. He was a small-minded man who was lucky enough to become a professor and was obsessed with power that was not even as great as soy sauce paper.
He had not been able to control his innate temperament for decades and was still inviting trouble, so actual violence was the only remedy he could offer.
“Will beg like this make you feel better?”
As expected, even as he kneels and pleads, his pupils move noisily.
“The auction won’t come.”
Click, Gaon, who had locked down Paulo’s device, bound his limbs with acupuncture.
“Because it’s all your fault. You didn’t think you could just quietly let it go if you were trying to bury someone else, did you?”
“So, you’re going to take revenge on someone for stealing a paper? My wife and me, everything?”
Even though he was as limp as a paper doll, Paulo kept teasing him, knowing that it was his only lifeline.
“It’s nothing to you, but it’s everything to others. It’s because you don’t understand that that you’re in this situation.”
But it wasn’t like Paulo had nothing to say.
The suspicions that have been spreading like wildfire have been like that.
I was informed that not only was an investigation scheduled, but some parts were even confirmed.
There was a high chance that he would be released on bail, but he would have to lose about half of his life’s savings. He felt that was enough to pay the price.
“It’s because a professor like me took a risk and submitted a paper that it shines. Do you think a mere assistant like Sari would get attention if he submitted a paper? It’s all possible because of connections and money. No matter how hard you work, if there’s no interest, you won’t achieve results.”
“That’s academic practice!” Paulo shouted, but Gaon lifted him up onto a chair as if he didn’t care.
So that it can be in a straight line with the string hanging from the ceiling.
Paulo couldn’t help but feel tense as the shadow of death gradually closed in.
“Well, how about we stop here? If you stop, I’ll forget everything and keep my mouth shut about you until the grave. If you need me, I’ll also give you the bearer bonds in the safe. What do you think?”
“There are guys like you in every era.”
Is it because of the inherent greed of humans? Is it because of the inherent nature of living things? The habit of coveting other people’s things is not easily corrected.
“You know what? In fact, AI almost died. An incompetent professor tried to monopolize the fruits of his talented student’s labor. Just like you.”
The year is 2185. 27 years have passed since the Second announced its intention to terraform Mars.
Humanity, at the crossroads of whether to settle on Mars or not, has been putting its life on the line and spurring technological development. They have spared no investment in research fields that seem promising and have tried to scrape together whatever resources they have to prove it.
An era in which the experience of almost self-destructing in World War III still serves as a lesson.
Everyone was one before the existence of the species.
But, heterogeneous impurities exist everywhere.
The professor who taught the genius of the century pursued personal gain without caring about what other people thought.
He stole the thesis that his student had risked everything to write.
It was a manifestation of short-sighted thinking that everything would go well as long as I could carve my name into the academic world regardless of whether humanity perishes or not, but it was the best choice for an old man over 100 years old.
No matter what anyone says, it was an opportunity to become the father of artificial intelligence.
However, it was impossible for him, who had neither the ability, the will, nor the mission, to conduct follow-up research.
In fact, while the disciple was in seclusion for two years, the field declined.
“Nonsense. I’ve never heard of such a story.”
“Of course.”
It was an invention that would become a turning point in civilization.
“There’s no way I could have left a single flaw.”
“What on earth were you talking about earlier… … .”
He puts Paulo’s head, who is still looking bewildered and confused, into the noose. Then he tightens it tightly.
Enough to never get out again.
“But that author, the teacher, is treated as a household name in academia. I couldn’t see any way to deal with him.”
In the 22nd century, when people were obsessed with developing Mars, intellectuals were treated on par with ambassadors of a country.
So Gaon had to learn something new.
How to escape the pursuit of investigative agencies armed with cutting-edge technology.
It is an extension of this that even fingerprints, sweat, saliva, epidermis, dead skin cells, hair, footprints, and even each fiber that makes up clothing are controlled by mandalas.
The reason he infiltrated without detonating an electromagnetic pulse and only controlling his route was to avoid revealing the time of his visit, and the reason he dealt with Purcell first was to add evidence that Paulo had killed her.
“You’re lucky. It’s been 150 years since I’ve handled someone this elegantly.”
Gaon, who said that, puts a paper bag on the table.
“that?”
“What’s the will? Fortunately, there are plenty of samples of your writings in the office.”
“Do you think you can be forgiven for doing something like this?! Someone else will definitely find out about your atrocities! It won’t end with just killing me!”
“The truth doesn’t matter. What matters is what comes out and what you’ve done to other victims.”
“Wait, shit. Didn’t I tell you to stop for a second… … .”
Gaon, who had retrieved the needle, pushed the chair absentmindedly.
Unable to bear the pressure strangling his neck, Paulo had a seizure, but his feet cleverly maintained a gap that seemed to barely touch the ground.
After the fleeting smoke ends, all that remains is a doll hanging from the ceiling.
Paulo, unable to bear the endless scandals that came his way, committed suicide in an act of atonement.
“Time will remember you like that.”
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This wasn’t the first time Gaon had taken on a request like this.
2187.
There was once a woman who lost her thesis like Sari. She was devastated by the fact that everything had been taken away from her trusted teacher, but she soon overcame it.
And he was desperately trying to get back what he had been missing for the past two years.
However, her teacher is a prominent figure who is also close to the city government.
She was nothing more than a mere assistant, so it was natural that she would turn her attention to the underworld to resolve the issue secretly.
It was for this reason that Gaon was hired under the pretext of being a service agent.
At that time, the perception of private sanctions and self-defense was negative, so there was not even a concept of a problem solver.
Because of that, Ga-on was immature at that time. In terms of martial arts, the use of supernatural abilities, and even the way to start and end a relationship.
Although they did their best, they were still enough to fall prey to those with vested interests.
It took three years to get it back, even to the point of a legal battle, and several months were wasted trying to get rid of the aftermath.
Her research was opened to the public around 2190 under the name General Theory of Artificial Intelligence.
The technology that would have been completed in 2185 was delayed by five years due to the greed of just one person. It goes without saying that human civilization regressed to that extent.
But she didn’t dwell on the long journey and continued to show off her talents.
Not only did they build a virtual reality, invent androids, and establish a cybernetics system, they became the center of Mars colonization in the 23rd century.
But did the heavens envy that natural talent?
He died young at the age of 55.
Her name is Isabella Lee.
She was the mother of artificial intelligence and the ancestor of Noah.
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Ray Calix, a professor in the Department of Artificial Intelligence’s Software Department, smiles broadly. It’s a smile that literally makes it seem like all his aching teeth have fallen out.
“Thanks to Mr. Gaon’s timely advice, we were able to minimize the damage.”
“If that’s the case, then that’s good.”
“As you may know, Professor Paulo and his group were a cancer to our university.”
“If they’re called a faction, then they must be quite big in size?”
“I didn’t know the inside story because you guys were always hanging out together. But I found out for sure this time.”
The private school scandal that broke out at Isabella Public College was named ‘Isabella’s Lament.’
It was a name that came from the fact that it violated her spirit of dedicating herself to the advancement of humanity, despite the severe hardships she had endured during her time as an assistant.
Well, that’s it, so to speak.
A provocative title that reflects the public perception that Isabella would have been heartbroken if she were alive.
Gaon, who was involved, also had similar feelings.
“I originally planned to talk to the president and handle it easily, but guess what, he was also involved.”
Ray’s face was filled with happiness as he confessed that the university president was involved.
“then?”
“You will step down at the appropriate time. After delegating all authority to the person with the most integrity in this matter.”
The faculty also doesn’t want the president to get involved. If that happens, the banner of Isabella Public University will fall to the ground.
Looking back, the investigation process was going smoothly despite the huge obstacles.
“I guess that was the deal.”
“I understand that you don’t like it. Gaon, who wasn’t even a party to the matter, wrapped things up so hotly, but we, who were the parties to the matter, were busy trying to cover it up.”
Last night, Paulo and his wife committed suicide together. It was said that it was a decision made because they could not bear the guilt, but less than 10% of people believed it.
The same goes for Ray.
“Oh, this was a secret?”
“It’s no secret. In reality, I didn’t do anything.”
“Since that’s who I am, I have to protect you.”
“Anyway, I hope Sari doesn’t have any problems obtaining her degree.”
“Don’t worry about that. It’s a matter that the entire faculty is prioritizing.”
“Well, I’ll believe and wait.”
It was a time when a complete reorganization under the direction of the board of directors had begun. It was ambiguous to even ask for a favor for Sari alone. She had to be seen as having nothing to do with this incident.
“Oh, by the way, I found something interesting. Would you like to take a look?”
At the same time, one file is transferred to the device.
“This is… … .”
“There is information that the Miyauchi-gumi is secretly involved in the operation of the black market.”