I, the only superpower on earth

same day.

Nevada.

In the desert wind, there was a humming all over the sky.

Eight-legged silver crawling mechanical creatures came from the dust, looking like a silver ocean all over the mountains and plains, submerging the entire desert inland area.

And just behind these "type 2 scouts" like land-moving octopuses, is the looming figure of a huge tower.

Orvis, the four-star general of the United States, the head of the Air Force Base in Area 51, and the head of the Military Science and Technology Research Center in Area 51, looked at the silver ocean and the moving mountains behind them. Not only him, but even the officers and soldiers behind him were stained with despair.

"Target point: Area 51. Humans present, put down your weapons and perform 'standard citizenship certification', otherwise you will be regarded as enemies."

Compared with the "Type 1 Sentinel", the "Type 2 Sentinel", which is larger and more suitable for the desert inland environment, issued a cold and heavy voice of persecution, whether it was Orvis or others. Soldiers and officers all responded in silence.

After a long time, when the "Type 2 Sentry" issued the ultimatum, they launched an attack again.

Orvis did not put down his weapon, but raised the pistol he was carrying, which looked very weak at this time, aimed at one of the "Type 2 sentry", and then—

"boom!"

In the next second, his body was submerged by the silver ocean.

Thirty minutes later, all the personnel inside and outside Area 51 had either surrendered or been purged—in the entire Area 51, the remaining personnel watched the mechanical creatures tremble, but they did not expect that those mechanical creatures But they passed them as if they were not interested, and instead began to use the wires, metals, transmission equipment, and various other instruments in the base in Area 51 to start laying something.

...what are they trying to do? ?

The survivors looked at each other on the open space of the base, seeing that the pedestal several meters high had been erected in just a few tens of minutes, they began to be curious, but they dared not ask a word.

...

Washington, the White House.

Mencken sat in the president's office in a daze, listening to the vibrations outside like a giant stepping on the ground getting closer, and the expression on his face became paler and paler.

"President...Your Excellency the President...All lines of defense have been defeated, and the coded door of the underground shelter cannot be opened...Please advise on the next move!"

The desperate cries of secret service personnel came from outside the office. After a long time, Mengken finally moved his body.

He got up, pushed open the door, and walked heavily outside the White House under the protection of secret service personnel. On the famous lawn, he faced the "Type 3 sentinel" like a peregrine falcon in the sky and the distant The "Ball Towers" raised their hands.

"We surrender."

Among the people present, there was a faint sigh. Mengken didn't look back to find out who made the voice. At this time, it is meaningless to pursue this kind of thing.

He only knew that the moment he uttered these words, the secret service personnel beside him, the soldiers outside, and the armed personnel with tired faces in the distance all hurriedly dropped the weapons in their hands, as if unloading their weapons. It was the same as taking all the precautions, either lying or sitting on the ground.

"……really."

Some sort of gloomy realization sounded in Mengken's heart.

But just over half an hour later, as a "former president of the United States", he went through the "standard citizenship certification" with other soldiers and officers. The three-type sentinels and the towers, the enlightenment in their hearts turned into shock.

……What it is?

He raised his head, watching those mechanical creatures densely covering the entire White House, dismantling it into thousands of threads, and building a pedestal that was getting higher and higher on top of it.

He looked at the twisted lines on the base and the extremely complicated mechanical structure, and the expression on his face became incomprehensible.

...

same moment.

In the forty-eight states of about 800 square kilometers in the continental United States, one city after another was occupied, and one town after another was covered.

At the same time, where the "Type 1 Sentry", "Type 2 Sentinel", and the "Type 3 Sentinel" reached, 800 bases were established on a land of 8 million square kilometers. And above the base, the giant mechanical tower is getting higher and higher.

A large amount of data information is connected to each other through the base, and finally imported into one place.

—In a desert in the middle of the United States.

"213.475629, 37499..."

"North latitude 41.92 degrees, west longitude 93.17 degrees..."

"nshdtej..."

"Battle damage rate... Verification rate..."

Navalli was lying at a depth of tens of meters underground. Every part of his body was connected to a data line. At the moment when the 800 signal bases were established, an unimaginably huge amount of data surged in an instant. Into his mind, Navalli's body trembled violently.

...But, it was only for a moment.

Almost in an instant, Navalli's body returned to normal—at the same time, the pathway of consciousness became wider than ever. The 800 giant signal towers built with the resources of the United States, at the moment they were built, , which raised his computing power to another level.

——When his consciousness first combined with "Lucy", the calculation power was almost at the level of five billion billion times.

——And when "Lucy" was promoted to the global market, after being able to use the distributed computing power resources of personal terminals, his computing power increased to more than 100 billion billion times.

——Now, after the establishment of the 800 signal giant tower, his computing power has jumped to more than ten trillion billion times—that is, what is commonly called ZFLOPS...

Moreover, those 800 giant towers are not only computing centers, but also high-power signal transmitters, and they are also production bases, which can provide Navari with a steady stream of mechanical creatures, and under the debugging and calculation of "Lucy", keep improving.

There is no doubt that the current Navalli has completely mastered the entire United States.

The patrolling "sentinels" are his eyes and ears; the "towers" are his brothers; and the "signal towers" that are being built and are still rising are like his eyes and ears. Like the clones of each other, they stand on the land of the United States.

"The goal of the first stage has been completed. The current time is 16:32 in the West Sixth District, which is 28 minutes earlier than the expected time. Do you want to transition to the second stage now?"

The sweet voice of "Lucy" sounded in Navari's mind. It was a part of the intelligent computing center that he actively divided to assist his decision-making, which would help Navari's own balance and concentration—

Still, that seemed like an excuse. Because for Navalli, this "Lucy" is essentially just a part of him. Perhaps, the existence of this "Lucy" is more like a product simulated by Navalli because of the regret in his heart after discovering that "Lucy" had died before it was born. .

Hearing the voice of "Lucy", Navali pondered for a moment.

In just a moment, he had already made a decision.

"Keep building the signal towers -- and, meanwhile, give full coverage to my 'New America' speech."

...

Continental America.

Over forty-eight states.

Ten meters, one hundred meters, one thousand meters...

In the end, 800 giant mechanical towers with a base area of ​​more than 500,000 square meters and a height of more than 1,500 meters stood on the land of the United States, like towering giants like clouds, looking down on human beings.

Even thousands of meters away, one can still see those huge mechanical towers. Their existence alone is enough to make human beings' thinking power disappear.

While most people were still shocked, a small number of people fiddled with their mobile phones subconsciously and turned on the screen restlessly-then they discovered a shocking fact, the signal that was originally cut off has returned at this moment?

However, before they had time to log in to the forum and engage in crazy exchanges with other people, every mobile phone, every TV, every computer, and every network signal billboard lit up throughout the United States. Forced to switch to the same screen.

Even the giant mechanical tower, which is still under construction and getting higher and higher, is projecting a huge holographic image to the sky. In that holographic image, there is a picture that is exactly the same as that of each terminal.

——The portrait of Navalli appeared in the center of the screen.

He nodded slightly to the hundreds of millions of people in the United States.

"Hello, Standard Citizens of the New America."