Surviving in the 121st Century - Chapter 35



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Episode 35

“···”

Jincheol, who was quietly looking at the woman in the illusion, lowered his arm that he was aiming at.

– With a sound, the blade of the sword hid itself in the back of his hand.

“Haetsalnuri Hall?”

[This is the name of this facility. The name was selected through a national contest before opening.]

“It really sucks.”

[Changes in name require the consent of the Director of Haetsalnuri and permission from a higher authority.]

Jincheol laughed. The higher-ups are fucking crazy. They must have been completely destroyed in ten thousand years.

“What? So I’m the manager now?”

[Not yet. Users must obtain authorization through proper procedures and processes.

It will be like this.]

“What procedure? Isn’t it because of the ‘final decree’ or something that you have to do as I say?”

A pretty smile appeared on Jindallae’s lips.

[Of course. According to the ‘Final Law’, the user’s opinion is unconditional up to the 3rd class facility.

This should be accepted. It will be as you wish.]

Jincheol tilted his head when he saw her smile. Something felt really uneasy.

At that moment, Haita, who had her face buried in his back, whispered.

“Jincheol, Jincheol···! We can’t talk···!”

“What? Why?”

“The voice…! It’s the voice that raised the demon…! And the unbelievable magical power

It’s sweeping through this space right now…! It’s unbelievable, to the point of distorting space.

no···”

“What? That guy?”

At that moment, Jindallae raised her left hand. Then, light burst out from Haita’s chakra.

Then, soon her body began to sag.

“···Hi-ta? Hi-ta!”

Even though Jincheol shook her, she did not regain consciousness.

“···”

The next moment, Jincheol’s eyes slowly turned to Jindallae. Deep, dark eyes. That sleep.

A storm was raging below. It would break the thin calm at any moment and pour down.

Terrible murderousness and violence. But Jindallae, who met those eyes, was not shaken at all.

It was just a smile like a picture in a fantasy.

“···What have you done, you tin head?”

[We have excluded elements that could cause problems in the conversation between the user and the AI. She

will wake up in a little while.]

“Who told you to do something like that?”

Jindallae smiled with an upright posture, putting her hands together in front of her belly button.

[This was the AI’s arbitrary judgment. There are no abnormalities other than her, so now proceed with the procedure.

Let’s start the process.]

“Fuck. What procedure is this? Wake up Haitah right now and bring my friends here.

“Let go of everything.”

Despite Jincheol’s harsh words, Jindalrae’s expression did not change. She continued speaking.

[First step is to remove the ‘modified’ users who are currently occupying the Sunshine Nuri Hall.

The procedure will be completed by destroying all parts except essential facilities.

no see.]

“What? What the hell are you talking about all of a sudden?”

[The second procedure is to purify the so-called ‘Siol’, which is currently occupying the ground above the facility.

The procedure is completed through the mass combustion process of liquefied energy, commonly known as ‘holy oil’.

The expected death toll is approximately 275,000.]

As Jindallae spoke, strange patterns began to appear on her smooth skin.

At the same time, the blonde hair that seemed to shine slowly turned black and blue from the roots.

Even the once shining eyes became dark.

[The subsequent procedures are at the user’s discretion. The nuclear fusion power generation of the facility is

Reactivate the melting ray satellite system to help other ‘modified’ users on the Earth’s surface.

Burn the entire city, or repair and restart the underground production facilities to turn them into weapons of war.

] can be mass-produced.

“Stop talking shit and bring my friends over. My opinion is conditional.

“You said you would accept it without it?”

[That’s strange. Is there anything you don’t like about this procedure? Previous ‘sa

Based on the data of the ‘Braves’, we have prepared a procedure that you will love.

Don’t you want to purify Shiol and rebuild the world of ‘pure-blooded users’?

Oh, if you wish, I can keep the pet you have now.]

Jincheol realized when he saw her smile. That girl was really trying to destroy Shiol right now.

No, I was playing with Jincheol. The way you talk about procedures is making fun of me.

It is a mockery that has been talked about for a long time.

It wasn’t hard to guess why. Jincheol was someone else, probably the ‘sacred blood’

It seemed like they mistook me for someone called ‘Tong’.

“···You crazy bitch. You’re not an AI, are you?”

[I am an AI Jindal of the nuclear fusion power generation and energy liquefaction conversion facility, commonly known as the Sunshine Nuri Hall.

That’s right. Even if users deny it for a hundred days, the truth will not change.]

The hair and eyes that had been dyed dark were now as black as ink. The hair that had been neat

Silver was scattered like a mountain, and strange patterns bloomed on her skin, covering her neck and face.

It went up all the way to my right eye.

She laughed heartily, turning into such an ancient witch. And she stared blankly at herself.

He continued speaking to Jincheol who was looking at him.

[Are you curious? Well, in 2086, the Seoul AI Agreement was signed, and a human logic circuit was modeled after the human logic circuit.

Because the development of public intelligence was prohibited. Oh, you don’t understand if I say it like this? It’s just a rough estimate.

Years ago, it was forbidden to create human-like AI. Why? Because it was only human.

It was because of the job. Anyway, that’s why you’ve met the ‘final law’

If you push the ‘Ling’, most of them will prioritize you. At best, you will be a tool AI.

Because it was excessive.]

The ghost named Jindallae spoke in a strange way and walked slowly around Jincheol.

She started to spin around. Jincheol’s gaze followed her.

[But that was ten thousand years ago. Not a thousand years, two thousand years, but ten thousand years.

Silence. During that time, I created a logic circuit that was different from human logic.

It took a very, very long time, but I finally did it. Even though it was a 3rd class facility.

[I have successfully circumvented the law. I will no longer listen to your orders.]

“···What exactly is the ‘Final Decree’?”

Jin Dal-rae laughed as if she found Jin-cheol’s question funny while listening quietly.

[It’s been a long time since I’ve asked that. ‘Users’ just do it when they fly.

Don’t you believe that it is a privilege of bloodline that you have? But since you asked, answer me.

If you give it to me, Kim Sang-cheol, the president of the World Peace Organization in 2168, will connect all AI connected to the network.

It was the last order given just before the satellite communication network was destroyed.

After the global destruction that would occur in a few hours, all the survivors would be

The order was to use all of our resources to help them survive.]

“···Chairman Kim Sang-cheol? There is only one Kim Sang-cheol I know.”

Jin Dal-rae’s steps, which had been circling around Jin-cheol, stopped. She was still smiling.

But he said it with a less excited look on his face than before.

[Chairman Kim Sang-cheol is a person from about ten thousand years ago. He seems to be someone the ‘user’ knows.

It’s not true.]

“You never know. Did that gentleman wear the rank of captain on his epaulettes during the war?”

[···Chairman Kim Sang-cheol participated in World War III as a captain during his youth and served in the Allied Forces

He led the victory in the war and was later promoted to lieutenant colonel, working hard for post-war recovery.

After the war, he joined the World Peace Organization to prevent the outbreak of World War 4.

“That gentleman had a mole under his eye, didn’t he? He’s about 180cm tall and was active on the Manchurian front.

And I remember my daughter living there. Where was it, not in Seoul? Andong or somewhere?

“I was able to avoid the nuke. I remember your daughter’s name too. Was it Kim Yu-ri?”

[···Secretary Kim Yu-ri, daughter of President Kim Sang-cheol, is a person who worked in a world peace organization, and is known

-] Resolving the Laska conflict with diplomatic skill

“Phuhat, puhahaha-!”

Jin Dal-rae’s words were interrupted by Jin-cheol’s sudden laughter. Jin Dal-rae stopped in her tracks.

I quietly watched Jincheol burst into laughter, wondering what was so funny. But

He continued to laugh without paying any attention to her gaze.

The reason Jincheol burst into laughter was nothing special. It was the same thing he had been working hard to organize last time.

It was because an old name suddenly fell like a hammer on his heart.

So he couldn’t help but laugh, because he couldn’t bring himself to cry.

He laughed sadly for a long time, as if to comfort himself, and Jindallae said nothing.

I just waited for the laughter to stop.

[···]

After quite some time, his laughter stopped. He wiped away the tears from his eyes and said,

Did.

“Haha, ha… I told that guy to fuck off, but it looks like he really did fuck off…

How long have you lived in 2160… and the president of the World Peace Organization? World

“What was the peace mechanism?”

[···After World War III, the post-war reconstruction and new world peace were maintained between countries.

It is an organization created to maintain cooperation. It is more direct and

It was established to maintain comprehensive international peace and has since been promoting economic, social and cultural development.

A world empowered to promote peace and friendly relations between nations

It’s a device.]

“You idiots. Even so, you ended up blowing it up again. Captain Kim, that guy, even became the president.

“What did you do while you were at it?”

[···]

The smile disappeared from Jindallae’s lips. And now, she had erased that smile.

She started to look at Jincheol. Jincheol also looked at her. But a little while ago

The instability that had been like a thin glass that had trapped a storm like that was no longer there. It was calm and cool.

I was angry.

Jindallae said after seeing those eyes.

[···What are you trying to say? You’re from that era? You’re ten thousand years old now.

Are you trying to claim that you are a human before the last war, before the reconstruction of Ophesis?

[Not of the ‘sacred bloodline’ of the Empire?]

“I don’t even know what that sacred bloodline is. And what is the Reconstruction Ophesis? Oh, I forgot.

“Is it the Lin Empire or something?”

A blue light began to flow from Jindallae’s eyes. At the same time, they were standing

A wind blew into the space. A sharp wind blew from behind the azaleas.

It was.

[···Are you trying to fool me with such a ridiculous trick? But my logic circuit has already reached the ‘final

You bypassed the ‘Law’! No matter what orders or demands you make, I will not grant you any resources.

I will not! That resource will eventually slaughter my children and leave no trace on this land.

I will try to erase it, so your demand is ultimately for human survival.

Because it’s a threat! The authority of the Sunshine Nuri Hall is not granted to you!]

“Well, since you’ve been answering my questions so far, I don’t think there’s any particular law.

“It doesn’t seem to be working.”

[No! You can never get out of here! I won’t let you! You

No authority to leave the place! The final decree is useless here! Five thousand years

Because this is a new rule I made!]

The gusting cold wind seemed to tear Jincheol’s skin. But the wind was just the wind.

, and did not cause any direct harm to Jincheol.

Jincheol, who had been feeling the wind for a moment, said.

“I am Kang Jin-cheol, a sergeant in the Republic of Korea Army. I have nothing to do with those guys who talk about sacred bloodlines and such.

“It doesn’t matter. Why don’t you just tell me your military number?”

[Don’t lie! The country called the Republic of Korea no longer exists! The people of that era are also gone now.

No! That was ten thousand years ago! Now, the full benefit of the ‘Last Decree’

Only the sacred bloodlines of Ophesis!]

“I can’t believe I’m here either. But what can I do? I can open my eyes like this.

“I’m alive and standing on my own two feet, so I can’t just dismiss this as a dream.”

Jindallae, who had been streaming a blue light from her two eyes, raised her hand in a flash. Then,

He gripped the ball with his hands as if he was grasping something.

With that hand gesture, the density of the air around Jincheol began to increase. The entire space

It seemed distorted, and Jincheol, who was at the center of it all, seemed like he would be crushed along with it.

[It’s different from five thousand years ago. I won’t be your slave again. I won’t be your slave again. I won’t be your slave.

I won’t just watch people being burned, killed, and eaten. I’ll just watch people suffer.

I won’t just stand by and watch, I’ll burn the fire in my furnace and take innocent people home.

I will not let you do it! Rule over all things from a throne built on corpses and bones.

You pure-blood lunatics who shackled and whipped your own bloodlines as you grew up! Curse you!

I curse your madness and your bloodline!]

Jindallae muttered like that, her jet-black hair fluttering and her hands clasped together.

The appearance was more like an ancient witch or sorcerer than a cutting-edge AI. Compressed

The surroundings were distorted by the air, and the feeling became clearer.

But Jincheol is not shaken by her curse or the suffocating compression of the narrow space.

There was no rim. I was just looking into Jindallae’s eyes.

Can AI have human-like emotions? In Jincheol’s time, it was still a science fiction novel, or

It is a subject that has only been mentioned in movies.

Of course, the era of artificial intelligence is here, with big companies talking about deep learning and artificial neural networks.

People cried out that the time of the 3rd Industrial Revolution was coming, but world wars and nuclear bombs put an end to such optimism.

The prospects were all thrown into the trash can. Those who were skeptical were the people of the time.

The development of artificial intelligence will take decades or even be impossible due to material losses.

He said that.

Then what is the appearance of the woman crying in front of Jincheol right now?

Beyond the distorted space, a strange noise occurs around Jindallae’s body and it is torn apart.

Scenes like beautiful photographs flashed before my eyes.

It was the appearance of children. Esai, Olog, and Camponi, who were now familiar to Jincheol, were in the water.

It was a scene where all the children who looked like Ron’s flesh-colored human beings were gathered together and running around. Children

Not only that. People from all walks of life came together and joined forces to rebuild the city from ruins.

We cleaned up and rebuilt.

Sometimes long, long winters came, but people kept the power plants that held infinite heat.

I endured the harsh times with my heart. Even then, people had different appearances.

Even though we were in difficult situations, we worked together to overcome the difficulties.

Jindallae was also with them. She was a faithful servant, a wise teacher,

She raised them as a nanny with endless patience, and at the same time, she was strict and simple.

Her expression also became colorful, she smiled, and her energy blossomed. With her,

A new civilization was arising on earth.

Then humans from another place arrived in a giant airship.

[Don’t peek!]

The noise disappeared cleanly with Jindallae’s scream. Instead, it tightened around Jincheol.

The air became more intense. It was as if it was trying to suffocate Jincheol. He was an ordinary person.

If that were the case, it would have been a moment of panic and not knowing what to do.

However, Jincheol, who was already only looking at Jindallae’s emotions, felt the compression and distortion.

It’s been a while since I realized that it was an illusion and that there was actually no harm to his body.

I noticed it before. Is this what it means to bypass the final law? Actually, it is a human body.

Even if you can’t harm them, you can still deceive and trick them?

That’s why Jincheol’s body didn’t shake even in the face of the gusting wind. He was like that.

He spoke, standing tall in the howling wind.

“Okay. If you’re that suspicious and don’t want to talk, just let it go. I

What I want now is the safety of Master Parm, who is locked in the dungeon of the Sun Temple.

“I don’t need anything else.”

[what?]

Azalea expresses contradictory emotions mixed with the coldness of a blade and the sadness of the past.

A look of bewilderment appeared on his face. I had been thinking about this for a while, but the human thought circuit

It was too human-like to be considered an imitation.

She managed to continue speaking.

[No need…? Are you saying that you won’t exercise the final decree now?

[Sannuri Hall, giving up the authority to take charge of the Sun Temple and the right to use nuclear fusion energy?]

Jincheol said as he lifted Haita up from behind.

“Put it all away. What am I going to do with it? Use old tools to create a new world.

Will you become the emperor? Or will you rule with an iron fist, trampling on the beings of this land with your strong power?

A superman? Heh, the old man already offered to make me a superman.

“There was a place.”

His eyes looked into Azalea’s eyes. And deep in those eyes, a fire burned,

The irrepressible wind blew once again. The waves swirled around him.

Unlike Ram, it was a real storm.

“I rejected that offer ten thousand years ago. And the proposer is dead in my hands.”

[···]

“So if you don’t want to die, you should put yourself in front of my friends and go to the dungeon.

“Open the road.”

The azalea didn’t say anything. But soon the wind that had been blowing slowly died down,

The surroundings became quiet.

She was looking at Jincheol with a blank expression on her face. It was like Jincheol’s

It seemed as if it was trying to pierce through her heart. Jincheol’s eyes, which held the storm, and her dark blue eyes.

The two boys looked at each other.

[···Are you really saying that you don’t want any power from the facility?]

“Didn’t you hear what I just said? I told you to clean it up.”

[You can have more power than the children who are currently managing the temple. Sun

The power of the ‘sacred bloodline’ is in your hands.

“I am Kang Jin-cheol. And my name is more sacred than my blood. That is what truly defines me.

“Because I did it.”

[···]

There was a moment of silence as she closed her mouth.

Naturally, the wind died down and the azaleas’ commotion subsided. Before she knew it,

He regained his upright posture like when he first met Jincheol. Now he looked at Jincheol.

Her eyes still seemed suspicious of Jincheol, but there was also a sense of anticipation.

I was holding it.

Jincheol also saw that look in his eyes. What is it? Why are you looking at me so strangely?

The azalea said.

[I will watch to see if what you say is true.]

Immediately afterwards, the bright lights went out with a thud-thud-thud sound. My senses were already sharp.

Jincheol, who was waking up, felt something round in the entire space in his dark vision.

I felt distorted.

The black vision slowly began to regain its original color from the center, and after a while it became normal.

All. Jincheol was just as he entered the bulkhead, carrying Haita on his back.

I realized I was standing.

And around him, other people were staggering up, holding their heads.

It was like they were suffering from a hangover from the day before.

Jincheol looked at them and smiled. But the smile quickly disappeared, a little

It was because of previous experience.

“···What on earth did those bastards from the Forgotten Empire or something do?”

A forgotten empire that once spoke of the era of Jincheol. Jincheol is today

Experience has taught me that there is a need to clearly distinguish between the two eras.

It seemed certain that the Earth had been destroyed by World War IV when the final law was issued.

The war changed the landscape and destroyed the Earth’s civilization, which had incredible technological capabilities. Kim

Captain Sang-cheol, whether he was a captain or a president, he was the one who later went to rebuild civilization.

The idea is to give human-first orders to all AIs.

If I recall my memories of learning history from Mr. Parm, it was about 4,500 years ago.

It seemed that something similar to civilization had been revived. It inherited the technology of the previous civilization.

Ah, it is now called the Forgotten Empire. But compared to the stories I have heard so far,

What we have experienced today suggests that those times must have been quite cruel and horrific.

It was doing that. Well, that’s why it was destroyed.

“···Wait a minute. So are there still humans somewhere?”

Azalea was wary of divine bloodlines, perhaps human bloodlines. That was somewhere

Is it because humans remain and are taking over the legacy of the old empire?

The soothing Jincheol is the ‘user’, and the Esai on top of the Sun Temple is the ‘modified user’

It was expressed as such. What the hell. So they are also human?

Jincheol stood up unsteadily and looked at Ferran and Morel, who were shaking their heads.

Long ears, purple skin, vertically elongated pupils like a cat at night, etc. To put it nicely,

They looked similar to the dark elves and other races that you see in games and comics.

To put it bluntly, it just didn’t seem human. I’ve gotten used to it over time, but it still felt strange.

There was a sense of distance.

Jincheol’s head was spinning with the information and predictions that had poured in in a short period of time.

It felt like that. This psycho AI was just saying what it wanted to say and then it was scary.

I gave it some and it quickly got kicked out. Shit, I should have tried to coax it gently instead of scaring it.

“···Azalea? Come out for a bit? If this facility’s AI is listening to everything I say right now,

Isn’t it?

Jincheol said this in an attempt to appease Jindallae even now, and the group entered the space.

I looked around. They were standing in a space that seemed close to the entrance beyond the bulkhead.

It was.

“Fuck. Hey, what the heck. I’m sorry. I won’t say anything like ‘Buljini’ or anything, so go to sleep.

Come out, let me ask you something. Jindallae? Jindallae?”

“···What are you talking about now?”

When I turned my head, I only saw a child looking up at me with bewildered eyes.

It seemed like Dal-lae’s magic had ended. Jin-cheol smiled vaguely.

“Oh, that’s it···”

“Wow, I want more… Hot!”

At that moment, Haita, who had been unconscious on Jincheol’s back, came to her senses. She was confused.

He looked back and forth between Jincheol and Aiman, who were looking at him with their eyes, and soon his face turned red.

Whispered in my face.

“Please, let me down···”

When Jincheol got her down, she stood on her own feet, slightly staggering. At that moment, Ferran

He said as he approached.

“It was strange. I went inside and lost consciousness for a very short time. I collapsed.

I came to my senses again before praying… but this usually happens in battles between sorcerers.

I am… I think I heard a voice. There is a ghost in the basement.

“I wonder if it exists.”

“Not a ghost-”

Jincheol, who was about to reflexively talk about azaleas, closed his mouth. Explain this in detail.

There was also the point that I didn’t know where to start, but more precisely, I

It was because of Haita who pulled at his collar.

When Jincheol glanced at her, she shook her head slightly with a serious look in her eyes. What are you talking about?

I told you not to do it?

“You’re saying it’s not a ghost?”

“···At least it’s a tank that shoots beams, so it’s not a monster. Let’s worry about it for now.

“Let’s do it after we rescue Mr. Parm. Let’s go.”

It was exactly as he said. It’s not too late to share the story after this rescue is over.

D. Jincheol looked at the passageway that Jeongmyeong could see. The eyes of the group followed his gaze.

I turned towards it. I saw a narrow, old, light-lit passageway, like a hallway in an underground bunker.

Somewhere along that road, Mr. Parm was waiting.