Apocalypse: System of lotteries



[Page 9: After the modifications of the past two days, Little A now has its own 'brain', which is currently only for storage and simple emotional management. To make it 'come alive', it needs a lot of basic data support. For example, if it sees an apple, and there is no concept of an apple in its own 'mind', it cannot confirm that it is an apple. So, I need to implant a lot of information into it, a certain encyclopedia has been a big help...]

[Page 14: The process of copying and pasting programs is very slow. I was thinking about taking a shortcut, but I dismissed the idea of planting a Trojan horse in a certain encyclopedia to get data because I don't want to go to jail. If I go to jail, Little A will 'die'.]

[Page 38: I'm constantly copying and pasting, while looking for a body for Little A. After all, it still exists on my computer now. Oh, I can go to the second-hand market.]

[Page 43: I found an intelligent robot that someone had played with in the second-hand market, and bought it for 100 dollars. This kind of toy is not worthy of the word 'intelligent' at all, it can't compare with my Little A. I cleared out the toy's interior and prepared to 'transplant' Little A.]

[Page 58: The transplant of Little A has been completed. It was much more difficult than I expected. The hardware is a hodgepodge. I hope to enter a real tech company and meet someone who appreciates Little A and me.]

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Ming read from beginning to end, some of the phrases in it were very professional, but the mundane logs akin to these he managed to comprehend.  As for the various formula calculations and columns of code, he completely did not understand. What can be confirmed is that Janic was creating a 'loved one'.

Hiss~

Ming lifted his hands to rub his temples. Could it be... that the rules are Little A?

But... Little A was created by Janic, and according to the intel so far, Janic was unemployed, thus it was safe to assert he was not a deity, but an average individual.

How can Little A, made by an ordinary person, become the rule that changes the world?

"Is this misleading me?"

Ming frowned, looking at the starry night sky, "Or is it guiding me?"

Thinking of this, he suddenly stood up and walked down from the top of the hill.

[Your Da Vinci is lying in the flower field with the little butterfly, cuddling each other. Da Vinci's idea is simple, he doesn't know when the little butterfly will turn into a cocoon next time, it might take a long time to meet again, so cherish every day~]

[Your Foodie, is held in the mouth of the little Koi, only showing his head outside. Although it is helpless, it still remains passionate. Reality is as it is, since it can't be changed, might as well enjoy it~]

"~~"

These two fellows are usually silly, but can occasionally impart some profound insights.

Ming halted, eyeing the fog rolling ahead of him. Yes, the world had morphed to its current state, and he should confront it in this evolved manner rather than fearfully thrashing about, disturbing his own peace of mind. Yes, continue according to his own plan.

Having cleared his mind of these quandaries, Ming strode into the fog, entered the lake territory of the flying leech, summoned Frank, and start bombarding!

After issuing the command, he, along with Frank, retreated from the foggy terrain, leaving behind a sky ablaze with flaming tremors.

...

The next morning.

[Your Foodie hops out of the pond and goes downstairs to exercise in the yard. It had a beautiful dream last night... it saw a nine-headed snake walking in a spiritless manner~]

[Your Foodie starts its fighting spirit and knocks the Hydra to the ground... if you want revenge, you have to get past me first... Medusa looks at Foodie in surprise, how can you just eat without growing your brain~]

[Foodie is angry, actually scolding me, continuing to attack... Foodie, you like sleeping on Ming's left cheek, your favorite food is sweet and sour pork loin, last time I helped you steal three pieces, did you forget?]

[Foodie stops and looks at Medusa, knocking her over with its head, you know too much~]

"~"

Upon waking up, Ming freshened up and prepared to head to the prairie for foraging. After thinking everything through, the whole person feels exceptionally relaxed and comfortable.

[Your Foodie comforts Medusa, it was my fault just now, but when you grow another six heads, you should also notify me, you don't treat me as one of your own, should I hit you... Medusa looks at Foodie in surprise, is this how you comfort me?]

[Your Foodie comforts Medusa, having nine heads is pretty good,  at least you can comfortably perform addition and subtraction within ten...  Medusa retorts, I can even handle calculations beyond ten, to which Foodie knocks Medusa over, don't overestimate yourself~]

[Da Vinci ambles past, casting a sidelong glance at Medusa, whose child is this, even fostering bifurcations~ tsk tsk~]

"~~"

Ming wipes his face, and squats by the pond watching the Koi, it's time to give it a new home. Yes, the small river on the farm, it's half yours. He scooped up the Koi, placed it in a plastic bucket, opened a portal to the farm, and released it into the small river.

Watching the Koi release bubbles by the riverbank, he reassured, "Don't fret, it won't be long before we all relocate here, and Foodie will join you soon."

"Bo Bo~"

The Koi spit out two bubbles and dived into the water.

"~"

Ming wondered, did the Koi understand what he meant?

Interesting.

He then proceeded to 1521, prepared to move the other two Koi and a turtle to the small river on the farm. Upon entering the room, he was taken aback by the sight of dozens of spiritual stones strewn across the floor.

"??"

He swore he never put these here, and they weren't here the last time he came.

Could it be...

Then, he saw a honey badger walking into the room with a spiritual stone in its mouth, tossing the stone on the ground.  It tossed the stone onto the pile, leading him to a vast pit littered with more spiritual stones. The antlion in the pit was engaged in vigorous digging, flinging soil. A spiritual stone landed near Ming's feet.

"Is there a mine too?"

1521 really is a blessed place. First, he made more than 20 million here, and now he found a mine. Good, those people on paid leave finally have their work cut out for them.

...

In the command hall of Zone 402, Punicov studied a map festooned with an array of geometric shapes, a pencil clasped in his hands behind his back. After a moment's consideration, he raised the pencil and marked a rectangle in the southwestern region of the 109 map. He turned to the woman behind him, "How did you discern his plan?"

Christina said, "He specifically found an expert in geography. I chatted with that person, who has strong professional knowledge. He couldn't have found such a person on a whim, it must be consistent with our plan. I was thinking, should we collaborate with him?"

Punicov turned around and looked at the woman, "We don't know enough about him yet, it would be safer to spend some more time together."

Upon hearing this, Christina's face changed slightly, and she raised her head and said, "How much longer do we have to wait?"

"I know you have your own thoughts, but you must understand that what you are saying is what you see in your dreams. I cannot risk so many people's lives because of your dreams."

Punicov looked serious, and added, "The old general told me before his death to protect this place. You should understand his meaning more than I do. When a person is dead, what can they do?"

...

On the grassland, Clos looked surprised at the girl in front of him who was glowing brightly all over, and curiously asked, "Are you... electrified?"