Chapter 345 - 320 Keyboard Warrior

In this era, a healthy person actually finds it somewhat difficult to accept this technology.

After all, it’s unsettling to think about someone cutting open your head, then connecting cables, a Cyber Modulator, and personal links.

However, there’s a demand, and as a company employee, Skye had a much higher acceptance level.

Most importantly, the International Gene Cooperation Company had successfully completed charitable surgeries on over 1,000 disabled individuals and conducted more than 2,000 commercial operations.

Since only one hospital had the capability, those waiting for surgery to treat neurological diseases and disabilities had to wait up to ten years.

Mostly, it was the urgently needy and wealthy people who queued in the commercial surgery channel, leaving other hospitals’ training applications queued up for years as well.

The social acceptance was still quite good.

So Skye gritted her teeth and nodded her head—she used to be just a hacker, now she was turning into a computer!

But no sooner had she finished speaking than she saw Lille wearing the Octopus Arm Exoskeleton, then opening the portable box and asking her to lie down on the operating table for surgery...

"Right here?! Right now?!"

Lille nodded, "Right now, it’s just a small surgery, come on and lie down quickly."

In reality, this was not a small surgery. Theoretically, every operation required pre-surgery evaluations, customization of interfaces, and surgery preparations before it could begin.

At the International Gene Cooperation Company, Professor Conners and Parker used computers to establish a fully automated evaluation and customization system, needing only a single full-body examination to complete the process.

But on Lille’s end...

He could perform it normally even if there was a war going on outside.

Consequently, Skye swallowed her saliva and lay down on the operating table.

The first-generation brain-machine interfaces in the Marvel realm had a low rated power, but they were basically sufficient for operating old relics like Military Technology Parallel Line.

The surgery took only three hours.

Due to the lack of prosthetic eye technology, the visual heads-up display system had to be shut off, and Skye was fitted with a handheld terminal compatible with Military Technology Parallel Line individually.

In the Cyberpunk World, hackers in 2020 also used this method for working, so it hardly reduced efficiency much.

After the surgery was completed, Skye felt as if she had just taken a nap. When she woke up, her head had an odd sensation.

She looked at the screen beside her, and merely thinking caused the screen to respond.

"The Cyber Decoder will directly read your neural activity, convert it into electrical signals, and communicate via a wireless transmitter," Lille explained.

Lille packed up the surgical equipment. "There are tutorials in the computer; you can tinker with them on your own."

With a flicker in her eyes, Skye immediately connected to the forum she had been arguing on just before.

[Ironheart Game End 001: ...In summary, humanity is hopeless, humans can’t fight against capital.]

[Ironheart Game End 001: Only the disappearance of humans can stop the fighting.]

[Skye: Alas, capital.]

[Skye: What’s your education level?]

[Ironheart Game End 001: I don’t have an education.]

[Skye: Braindead. Humanity is hopeless, aren’t you human? Aren’t your parents human? I suggest you show off by killing your dad first.]

[Skye: You don’t have parents, do you?]

A series of words controlled by Skye were issued, and Lille watched the bizarre words on the screen, his mouth twitching.

"What are you doing? Why so aggressive?" he asked.

Skye licked her lips; the anesthetic hadn’t completely worn off yet, but that didn’t hinder her speed in typing furious retorts.

Astonishing.

"It’s about time I scolded these transistors, I don’t know why recently many have come out with conclusions like ’humanity is doomed’ or ’this society is totally rotten,’ and when asked what they have done, they haven’t done anything.

I’m just amazed, where do these keyboard warriors who stay at home get the confidence to negate this and that..." she spoke as she opened dozens of frames, moving fluidly and eagerly.

Lille hurriedly intervened: "Wait, I didn’t equip you with this to be a keyboard warrior. The ctOS network domain will continue to expand; we need to upgrade some software and then develop some AI technology."

"AI?"

A flash of blue light in Lille’s eyes, a large amount of AI curriculum from network monitoring was transmitted into Skye’s terminal.

In addition, Lille, using the sub-node program that Little Octopus used to manage the OCT network domain, created an AI for information management as a reference, providing it to Skye.

Although he could continue to manage ctOS indirectly through Little Octopus, that wouldn’t give his subordinates room to grow.

With the data received, Skye’s eyes glazed over, rubbing her hands. "Actually, boss, I’ve also been studying AI recently."

An individual facing the chaotic Internet has limits after all.

But a language model that had learned her own style of berating wouldn’t, continuously drawing from its reservoir of past brilliant quips, combining them with new inspirations to create even better phrases.

This was indeed also AI, considered early-stage AI.

Lille waved his hand dismissively, able to adjust anything that happened here if he wanted.

"I know; now you can continue your research. Be sure to organize the data well, as I might check it anytime."

"Alright," Skye responded.

Lille packed up his equipment and placed it on the AGV cart at his feet, which then automatically carried the items out of the room.

Checking the time, she had been at the company for almost four hours, her agent guest was probably getting impatient.

"Okay, that’s all for today. If you need more equipment, contact Professor Conners, you can discuss it with him.

Later, I’ll provide you with even more advanced technology, but for now, get accustomed to this chip."

"Alright, boss, take care," Skye replied, getting up from the bed and waving to Lille.

Once Lille had left, she gazed at the wall of screens, her expression solemn—

The equipment had been upgraded, and the work was piling up, so how could she manage her online acts of justice?

Flashes of AI textbooks passed through her mind, sparking an idea.

Now that she was a super hacker and her skills had improved substantially, why couldn’t she handle both?

She would give her all to her boss’s work, while for the online warrior’s work...

She could totally use AI for that!

Moreover, the ctOS itself had a system for monitoring the network to assess public opinion, which with a little modification and using her past speeches as a template, could train a super sprayer on the net fiercely punishing the diodes!

"This is private research... but..."

After some thought, Skye still created a separate file in the company’s database for Lille to review this technology.

And the name of this file was "Keyboard Warrior".

As Skye shifted her focus towards Wakanda, the "Keyboard Warrior" began to search for and fiercely denounce opinions similar to "Genocide 001".

And as the "Keyboard Warrior" became active, anyone monitoring the Cyberspace all along would notice that each activity formed a cluster of subtle new Data Blocks...

These Data Blocks were difficult to fully parse, akin to human emotions.

Data were read, then output from the Data Blocks, yet it was completely unclear how it processed that data, but if Lille saw it, she would know...

It was a standard AI core, a black box invisible to humans.

It was just quite immature.

....

"Jarvis, what’s the matter?"

In the Stark Industries campus, Tony was making adjustments to the designs of the Unmanned Mecha comparing it against the actual products produced.

However, the screen he was using flickered violently a few times and even displayed the image from the front camera—

It was the handsome face of Tony Stark himself.

"Sorry, sir, I am experiencing some lag..."

Tony tapped the screen suspiciously: It seemed like it wasn’t his imagination, but why did Jarvis seem a bit annoyed?

And the moment the image from the front camera flickered, it felt like he was being spied on.

But who could spy on him through Jarvis?

"Focus, I guess I need to do a full diagnostic on you... to see if the engine speed is normal."

"Yes, sir."

The almost 3-meter tall Unmanned Combat Mecha, equipped with machine guns designed by Tony himself, Micro Missiles, high-sensitivity sensors, EMP, and Reactive Armor.

The legs were fitted with highly adaptive tracks, and multiple parts were fitted with small propulsion units, allowing it to step forward like a human or move rapidly like a machine.

Designed to prevent corruption, it covered almost all conceivable combat scenarios, undoubtedly disallowing modularity at a clear and transparent cost.

Under Jarvis’s coordination on the combat network, it was aimed to replace human soldiers and conduct warfare in a totally controllable manner.

"A grand invention," Tony nodded to himself in vanity.

The only downside was that the Unmanned Mecha ultimately did not solve the energy issue. Still, a friendly club member provided a type of super petroleum fuel.

After its initial trial run, the Mecha shut down again as Jarvis began to optimize power distribution based on the performance of the fuel.

[Dalio: I agree, this is the greatest invention of our generation, it could bring us order for hundreds of years.]

[Dalio: I guess, I can contact the Nobel Peace Prize committee to reserve a medal for you.]

Tony proudly walked over to a table, picked up a cup and wine, and poured himself a glass of champagne.

Drinking in a tent at a weapons testing base was something only he could do.

"Erik, not bad, huh?"

"This big guy is just a ruthless iron beast."

Erik Killmonger, Tony’s head of security, although appearing serious on the outside, was inwardly cursing.

The energy issue had been resolved by this mysterious investor.

Tony took a sip of wine and continued to send messages to his club colleagues.

[Tony: How did you come up with such energy? Its physical properties are simply miraculous, not to mention this monstrous energy source.]

[Dalio: Oh, just stumbled upon it.]

[Tony: Got it, great inventions all need a bit of luck, without your stuff, I could only hope for Vibranium.]

[Tony: But that stuff got lost, I don’t even know where to start looking.]

[Dalio: Speaking of which, do you want to test the Mecha’s power?]

[Dalio: We lost a research vessel, you know, the last network turbulence burned a lot of our equipment, thieves took advantage of it.]

[Dalio: The ship left from the Arctic and disappeared while stopping in the UK for supplies.]

[Dalio: The latest intelligence suggests the hijackers might have headed south.]

Tony raised an eyebrow.

[Tony: Went to Africa?]

[Dalio: Yes, we need a reliable person to investigate this matter, one of our own.]

[Dalio: More on that the next time we meet.]

Tony put down the champagne, looking at Erik, "Fancy taking this big guy on a trip?"

At that moment, Jarvis’s adjustments ended, and the Mecha slowly stood up, the electronic voice sounded:

"Iron Soldier Model I ready for action, ready to engage in combat at any moment."