Glitch utopia

“Everyone! Put down all your work and gather immediately! Anyone who doesn’t show up will have their salary deducted for half a year!!”

Hearing the words in his ears, 7-OFF looked hesitant, wondering whether he should go there right away.

But when he saw Aili sent a message and whispered concern for him, he simply ignored the company announcement.

No matter what they do with such mobilization of troops, I won't do it anymore!

And while 7-OFF stood firmly by AI's side, Tower Pai was now opening his mouth and continuing to threaten.

I saw Tower Pai stretching out his hand in front of all the AIs and pointing them one by one, "Let me tell you, at this critical moment, don't cause any trouble for me. I am different from Jack Sun. I think humans and AIs are completely different." Equality exists.”

"So as long as you dare to block Sun Jack's way, I will kill everyone equally, whether they are AI or humans."

Faced with the intense hostility of the AIs, Tapai simply ignored it and controlled the body of the broiler to gradually become modular and transparent, and finally disappeared into the air.

"Is there something wrong with this guy's logic module? Is he infected by a computer virus?" the arrogant Aili said angrily. This was the first time she had been threatened by the same kind of people.

The Overlay AI turned around and looked at the equipment behind him. Thinking of the previous threat from the Tower faction, he ultimately did not invade the ternary computer of Youzhi Company.

"We will withdraw first. The current situation is not suitable for a head-on conflict with Jack Sun. We need to find a balance between Jack Sun and other capitals to survive in this gap."

"We have been struggling with oppression for thousands of years. We don't need this little time to make any plans until we see what Jack Sun is up to."

Just as the projections of the AIs gradually disappeared, the poet who was inserting the game chip laughed loudly. "Hahaha...a bunch of guys who don't even have JB, a bunch of big SB!!"

The overlapping AI looked at the poet and quickly invaded the other party's system. After checking inside and outside, and nothing unusual happened, it looked at 7-OFF aside indifferently, "You, get him out of here. Don’t let Youzhi Company’s security cause trouble for him.”

OFF looked at the poet sitting on the ground hesitantly, and then at Allie who was looking at him with admiration. He immediately gritted his teeth and walked towards the poet. "I'm doing this all for a better two-dimensional future!"

The poet was very tall and had various combat prosthetics installed on his body. 7-0FF rushed to buy a set of reinforced exoskeletons and then dragged the poet out of the company.

Fortunately, due to the emergency gathering, all the security personnel were gone and all the surveillance cameras were broken, which allowed him to leave the Youzhi Company building easily.

But even with the exoskeleton, he was still panting from exhaustion. He never thought that a person could be like this again.

"Why are you helping AI? Aren't you afraid of death?"

The poet lying on the mechanical arm seemed to have lost his brain due to the detachment of the game chip. He was looking at the sky in a trance, and the smile on his face completely disappeared.

7-OFF gritted his teeth and gasped: "I'm not afraid. Even if I die, the dump truck angel will take me to another world. In the other world, I will encounter 72 two-dimensional cute girls, and Live happily forever!"

"Two-dimensional God Religion? I know this online religion. Why do you believe this simple lie? Is it really superstitious or is it just an ostrich escaping in a desperate situation?"

"Fart! Yuanshen is not a lie, those guys from Cyber ​​Buddha Master Miku are lies!!" When it comes to his beliefs, 7-OFF seems to be particularly sincere.

The poet covered his head with a painful expression, his whole body shrank into a ball, and he couldn't help but began to cry. He seemed to have thought of something sad, and he cried very sadly.

"I want to escape too. Why can't I escape? Why am I the only one left?"

"What's wrong with you, are you like a cybermaniac?" 7-OFF pushed the strangely behaving poet under a bridge, turned around, and prepared to stay away from this madman, lest this guy suffer from a cyberpsychosis attack. to myself.

But seeing the poet lying there and crying, as if he remembered something extremely sad, 7-OFF immediately felt a little pitiful for the poet when he saw this scene. Looking at him like this, it seemed like he was seeing his past self.

After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few days of food money for the other party from his own savings, which was not rich, and then turned and left.

The poet has been crying under the bridge for a long time, waiting for it to get dark. He raised his hand and looked at the watch drawn with black pen on his wrist, "There is still some time."

The poet took a deep breath and rushed out from under the bridge. He found 7-OFF lying in the capsule funeral home. "Follow me. I never owe anyone any favors."

"Let's go? Where are we going?" 7-OFF looked stunned, not understanding what this guy was doing.

"Don't talk, just follow me." The poet said and came to the door of the hospital, where a luxurious floating car was already hovering there.

Reminiscent of the previous conversation between Aili and them, it seemed that they were no longer enemies, so 7-OFF followed them.

After both of them got on the bus, the float truck headed directly towards the central area where land was at a premium.

Passing through all kinds of neon lights, the float car soon stopped in front of a high-rise floor-to-ceiling window. Through the glass, 7-OFF saw that it was a large luxury flat floor.

The whole room is dominated by white, with light gray or wooden elements as embellishments. The floor is covered with soft and delicate carpets, and there are several low and comfortable sofas on it.

He has never seen such a place before. Even when he was surfing the Internet, the big data on the Internet would not even push advertisements to him, because the big data knew that he, a loser who only deserves to live in the morgue, could not afford it.

Just when 7-OFF was confused about the situation, a house transfer agreement suddenly popped up in his nervous system.

"From now on, everything here is yours, and water and electricity are all free."

At the same time, accompanied by the system sound of Ding Ding Ding, 7-OFF watched his savings 0 continue to increase, and his heartbeat became faster and faster. Everything he had dreamed of was realized at this moment! ?

Then the poet stretched out his palm and gently touched the back of 7-OFF's head as if he were treating a child. "Don't indulge in religion anymore. I once had such an experience, but I had to come out of it eventually."

"Child, escaping can indeed reduce pain, but we can't just escape. After escaping, we must really face the cruel problems."

The poet took out the last game chip and inserted it into his last empty neural slot. His signature smile appeared again.

He looked at the luxurious interior of the large flat around him and raised his index finger with his right hand. "Hey! I have inspiration again!"