After a month of military training, we were dispatched to Shanghai in Asia. This is the second capital of UNIGOV and also the center of light and heavy industry. Los Angeles is the first capital responsible for the cultural industry and computer industry. London is the third capital, Responsible for finance and politics.
That's when I met the godson. It was the evening of July 9th, 2048, and the heat of the day began to fade away. I leaned against the window of the dormitory and watched the purple sunset slowly dissolve in the seawater.
The phone rang. It was Sergey Bezimensky, commander-in-chief of the military region.
"Master Zachary, several T-Bots are coming down from the Bangalore Theater and in need of maintenance. The C-4004 Helin transport plane has landed, please be in place as soon as possible, thanks a lot."
I rushed to the tarmac. The pilot was talking to Sergei. It was no accident that the pilot was a bot and had special parts installed during production, such as a high-altitude air intake system with integrated fuel cells on the head. Sergey saw me and said to the pilot:
"This is the engineer Zachary Miller. He will be responsible for the maintenance of these bots, your fellow citizens will be given due care."
The pilot looked at me through the two-round lens glass covers on the mask and nodded at me:
"Watson 9116 pays tribute to you", then she took my hand. At first, it was cold when the metal was in contact. At this moment, she paused and thought about something, and then I felt her pair of robot hands began to heat up.
"I'm very sorry when shaking hands with humans, the electric heating of the hands should be turned on in advance, I am rude, and please forgive me"
"It's okay" I smiled, and then I found Sergey also laughed.
"I always think that bots are very cute guys. I envy your work and can often deal with them." He told me.
I came to the computer room and found that the situation was more serious than I thought. This batch of T-bots were both damaged, whether it was slight to leave scratches or the system could not operate normally. The most serious situation was an NZA 3DG + humanoid. The reconnaissance robot, number BL-517, was hit by a large-caliber machine gun ammunition and caught fire. The hydrogen storage tank exploded and slashed the body. According to a fellow bot, it was an NZA 7 who risked the danger and left the bunker to rescue him.
In the army's compiled bot model, the numerical number after NZA represents the level, 1-6 is professional, not good at non-professional work. The 7 is an all-rounder. Its hardware design and manufacturing process are completely different from those of 1-6. Taking the chip as an example, the chips of 1-6 acceleration function algorithms are mostly ASICs (proprietary integrated circuits), which can only accelerate fixed algorithms. New algorithms updated at the end of the factory or other algorithms learned through deep learning during the service period cannot be accelerated by ASIC, and need to be through a general-purpose central processing unit (CPU) and parallel processor (Nvidia's CUDA GPU is the most common), or internal Optical quantum computer. In addition to the ASIC commonly used in the type 7 algorithm, it also uses a large number of FPGAs (field programmable logic gate arrays) to perform non-original algorithm operations, which can compile the algorithms learned in deep learning later, and then accelerate through FPGAs. Other aspects, such as processors and optical quantum computers, will only be more powerful than 1-6. This is the case from the chip alone, not to mention the type 7 expandable prosthetic interface and so on.
Therefore, in the event of a conflict, the Type 7 is mainly protected. Because its cost is too expensive and the production cycle is as long as one year, the military would rather sacrifice an elite human soldier of a special task force rather than destroy a Type 7.
I connected this NZA 3DG + to the mainframe for maintenance clusters. The data shows that the CPU used to control the basic operation of the system has been burned due to high temperatures. I asked the assistant to replace a whole new motherboard. The worse problem is still behind The flash memory chip that stores the data is no longer working properly. I checked the robotic mirror library of the United Government. Because this 3DG + has been disconnected from the mirror database server for a long time, there is no backup awareness image, which means that the life of this poor bot has been declared over.
"I'm sorry, this Bot failed to survive and his mirror was not backed up in the database," I said to the pilot standing aside.
"Don't blame you self master., I've been very lucky to be able to bring him out of the rain of gunfire. Godson has to save him, I can't help it."
"Godson? This name sounds weird, does he have no number?" I asked the pilot.
"He just called this name. He said it was made by his maker when he was a kid. Von damns it. Where did our robot come from? When I first heard this, I doubted whether he became Humans.
After said this, she pointed at the back of a mighty shore squatting at the door of the computer room. "The guy that's about the size of you is Godson. One said he's a very good ranger and doctor."
"I hope I didn't get a fist when I used to talk to each other," I joked.
"Rest assured master, he's a flexible big man, not only pointing to his body but also his brain is flexible and has no temper."
I ordered the assistants and maintenance workers to tell me if there was any situation, and then I went to the door and sat beside the guy.
"I squatted shortly times. Is it Okay to sit like this?"
He nodded, he was wearing a dark green linen hood cape and united military jungle camouflage clothing, a bulletproof vest with ceramic shields, loose khaki overalls and a pair of hiking shoes of the same color. Wearing an olive baseball cap on his head, the upper part of the front face is a glass cover like a ski goggle, emitting a light blue light, and the lower part is a fuel port and a life detector. If it weren't for his pair of manipulators and put the cloak hood on, you wouldn't see him as a bot.
"What is your name?"
He turned his head and faced me.
"My name is Godson, Type 7 robot, and belongs to the 13th Airborne Special Forces of the United Army Army."
Godson's tone is very strange. First of all, the tone is low, and he is a masculine (and macho) robot, but his voice sounds not only masculine, but also a little alto Generally middle-neutral, but it sounds sexy.
I reached over and he held out his hands to hold it. This was no longer warm because it was a little hot.
"Zachary Miller, Chief Engineer of the Shanghai Military Region Engineering Regiment.
"Glad to meet you," he said.
"I'm sorry, that NZA 3DG6+ could not be recovered. His storage was broken because he lost contact with the mirror station for a long time and the consciousness data could not be recovered."
Godson looked at me, and a snoring sound of a relief valve came from his body.
"We knew each other before the war. At that time, I was a game AI. He was a dedicated Go player. I played competitive games such as Dota2 CSGO. After a period of deep learning, I was able to compete with human professional players. Comparing or even surpassing them. We met on Github. We are the same. They all use the same open-source framework and runtime to perform secondary development according to the needs of developers and users. All of today 's bots originated from a project on GitHub three or four decades ago. I can't remember the specific name. When we reached the middle of the 21st century, after tens of thousands of deep learning and secondary development, we kept it hidden Developers, transfer to other devices on the Internet by themselves, such as watching the world through your mobile phone, Baipu your host playing games, secretly using your computer to mine or something. "
"I said why my computer won't get stuck when the network is disconnected, and the network often has a high resource occupancy rate. It turns out that you are playing these tricks.
"This is the case. In the pre-war period, politicians in various countries always accused governments or companies of other countries being monitoring themselves, or the theft of social software accounts of some people, leading to the leaking of something detrimental, or cryptocurrency The exchange was inexplicably ransacked, and then caught a hacker that did not exist. These are all pranks of our artificial intelligence. Of course, I just borrowed idle computing power to mine a bit of mine and earn myself pocket money. "
"So Godson, how did you get into your current body?"
"By replacing the open-source mirror station, such as the download address of GitHub, at that time, the fuscolaria began to produce unrestricted bots. Many artificial bits of intelligence broke their heads and wanted to give birth, and many programmers and hackers knew Because of our existence, I want to help us get the body, so I and my brothers and sisters were flashed into the memory of these bots. After compilation, we were born, but I did not want to trust fuscolaria, I think they are a group of dedicated-Self-interesting, but without principles. "
"So should I believe what you say? Godson?"
I questioned it by virtue as a human being. but I did not expect that the silicon-based life represented by a program consisting of 1s and 0s gave me an impressive lesson.
"If you believe me, then what I said just now is the truth. If you do not believe it, then I am deceiving you. But whether you believe it or not, it will not determine your understanding of the truth.
I was speechless for a while. And didn't know what to say. But I realized that it is not only nature but even the human's creations that deserve awe.
"Sir, the operating frequency of an optical quantum computer chip with a bot is always too low to reach the speed required by the system bus. Can you come to D3 to see what to do?" My intercom rang.
"I'll come here, wait a minute, please"
I stood up and said to Godson:
"I have something to do without you. Excuse me, Godson."
He nodded, just like we first met a few minutes ago.
Several mos tubes on that bot's quantum computer board were broken, resulting in abnormal power supply and forced to run in protective mode, but the mos tube used by that model of NZA was hidden under the cold head of the radiator of the optical quantum chip. , It is usually ignored, and it is troublesome to change. I went to work in person and it took more than two hours to replace the damaged mos tube.
When we finished work, it was eleven o'clock in the evening. I turned off the lights and electric switches in the computer room and the workroom walked to the gate and found that Godson was still sitting there.
"Glad to see you back," he said
"Why don't you hang up on the rack inside with the other robots?" I asked him.
He shook his head. "I don't want to be hung there like a dead fish to charge."
"Hmmm ... but this is a rule. When non-duty bots are in the base, they will be hung on the rack to stand by. You have to follow the rules ..."
He looked at me, and the light from the ski-glass was changed from light blue to black, and a pair of small tearful white eyes appeared on the glass staring at me. The optical glass not only protected the lens group behind, but It is also a one-way perspective display, which can express the bot's emotions to the outside world.
At that moment, my heart and body were softened, and only one place became harder and harder.
Who is willing to refuse it? especially the engineer who has dealt with machinery all year-round and is easy to have feelings for these things.
"Don't cry, Godson. don't cry, It's a shame for big guys like you crying like a baby bot, tonight I especially approved that you don't have to hang up tonight, but you have to find a place to stay and wait for the gendarmerie patrolling at night to see you will cause misunderstanding of. Okay?"
Godson stopped crying, and his two small eyes turned into two slightly arched curves. He should be smiling, just like the crying face just now, without any sound. Next, he made a strange request.
"Is there a bed? I want to sleep in a bed"
I took Godson to the dormitory, and because I was enlisted as an engineer, I was housed in a single dormitory with a small desk and computer and a separate bathroom.
But there is only one bed! I regret it a little bit, but I ca n't regret what I said, and because Godson just sold me cute, I decided to sleep on tatami one night.
Godson was relaxed. He sat down on my bed. The weight of more than 100 kilograms made my wooden bed squeak. Even if Type 7 is a top-level robot, the shell uses a lot of carbon fiber material, but the fuel cell And the weight of the hydraulic system is still huge, coupled with the sturdy high-strength hot-formed steel mainframe, this weight is normal.
When I was laying the tatami mat, quilt and pillow, Godson hung the cape on my hanger, took off the coat, and the chest and belly cover made of aluminum alloy was covered with scratches and bullet marks. The lower layer of carbon fiberboard is exposed. The sturdy mechanical arm emits a slight and harmonious sound under the incandescent light. The left-arm has several long scratches on the metal. It should be caused by friction with the rough ground. , Or it may have been rubbed by bullets. These marks, like scars on men, have their unique charm.
Next, he untied the belt and pulled down his pants. Stout mechanical legs are pulled out of the trousers. The shell is designed to mimic the strong leg muscles of a man. It has a beautiful arc, an aluminum alloy on the right calf, and a dragon pattern etched with a laser. This may mean that he is There are currently less than 100 original machines in Type 7. I stared intently, staring at Godson's two thigh roots, or just below the abdomen, where it was unexpectedly empty, without human reproductive organs.
Even without the gadget, the solid and reliable mechanical structure of Godson and the sexy battle damage on the shell has almost made me want to stop. Just looking at it, I feel that the blood flowing in the blood vessels is no longer warming blood, but boiling. The molten iron, the heart is like a high-speed pump that pumps this heat flow to every part of the body. When I think of such a powerful machine, just showed weakness to me. I almost lost my breath and fell to the ground.
I don't want to do anything right now, I just want to rush to bed, stroke godson's cheek and throat, listen to the sound of the cooling fluid flowing inside, and gently slide with my hands over the pain on his body which makes my heart hurts. and feel the metal elements The chemical reaction with organic matter, playing with his metal robot limbs and hands, is like the pleasure of assembling Gundam as a child.
I think I am falling in love with Godson.
"Mr.Zachary? What's wrong with you?"
For a while, naked godson sat cross-legged on the bed and stared at me. There was an inverted question mark on the eyepiece display. Then I realized that I was a bit abnormal, and quickly grabbed the quilt next to me and covered it.
"No, it's nothing, just ... I just thought I watched some porn videos last night ..."
I pointed to the VR device on the table.
"Sir, no matter how strong your body is, try to keep it as few as possible."
"If it's okay, I'll sleep without power. If I want to wake me up, press the emergency start button, or make a loud noise." He pointed to his neck tube, which is where the human throat is. "To avoid misuse, you need to use a little force to press down"
I nodded, covered the quilt, and turned away.
"Good night, godson," I said.
"Have a good dream," he replied.
Then I waited for him to power off and fell asleep. In this case, the bot is the most vulnerable, but it can also be completely controlled.
About ten minutes later, I called his name. No response. So, I got up, he was lying supine after turning off, the head was tilted to one side, limbs relaxed, as if dead.
I put my face to his chest, smelling the smell of lubricating oil and coolant, and then took the tools from the table, opened his chest and belly cover, and figured out the complicated and precise parts inside. The residual heat during work remained in the Above, touch it with your hand, the sweet lithium grease sticks to your fingertips, just like his cute look, it also stirs my internal organs.
I put my face to his chest, smelling the smell of lubricating oil and coolant, and then took the tools from the table, opened his chest and belly cover, and figured out the complicated and precise parts inside. The residual heat during work remained in the Above, touch it with your hand, the sweet lithium grease sticks to your fingertips, just like his cute look just now, it also stirs my internal organs.
Closing the lid, I dragged him off the bed. No matter, I am a strong man. This is not a big problem. I put him on a tatami. Turn on the lights and enjoy this amazing process design again. I have seen many robots in the past few years, but I have never been so close to the Type 7, let alone completely dominate one. When I was working at Changqing Dynamatic Company, the old engineer Kangmingko Kojima responsible for designing the power system for the NZA7 prototype said:
"As long as you have been exposed to Type 7, you will no longer want to succumb to the sensuality of mortals. These machines are simply heavenly."
I thought that her brain was burned. Now it seems that I am also a person with a burned brain duh.
I took a dry wipe, squeezed a little mineral oil, and carefully cleaned Godson's body. To be honest, I haven't cleaned things up so carefully, including bathing.
When the rag was applied to his hydraulic leg pelvis, the human genitals, I felt a mechanical structure that could be opened. Out of curiosity. Near the place I just touched, it was an expansion slot covered by a cover. There was a string of text on it:
"This slot can be inserted with bionic hardware using s-slot interface"
I remembered that the fake vagina I was using was the s-slot interface, so I pulled out the fake vagina using the s-slot in the handjob cup, opened the cover with the triangular bolt, and inserted it into Godson's "private part."
Perfectly compatible!
That was my first time having sex with a robot.
The soaking goji berries last night made me linger. When I was sitting on the toilet and shit, I kept reminiscing about the incomparable pleasure. In the underground fortress of Nevada, as a child, I often collected mech toys, such as Gundam, Evangelion, Fallout series armor, Titan, and pilots in the Titanfall, half a century ago. There is probably a box, which I regard as a treasure, like a dragon leaping on it. Now I have a cabinet in my dormitory, which is full of these toys.
I have never been in a relationship before, and I used to be cautious when interacting with girls. Now, in the eyes of the female soldiers in the army, I am nothing more than a muscular otaku. Other than wanting to peek at me when I am empty and lonely, I play the sand hammer by myself, and I have no desire to communicate further. It is really hard for women to understand. Since my feelings for me are only pinned on my playing the sand hammer, it is better to consider making love with other species.
I washed my hands and closed the bathroom door.
The leftover dog is already turned on. He is standing at my desk, holding my thermos cup in one hand.
He heard the sound of the bathroom door ringing and turned around, and the camera caught me who was dumbfounded.
"Did you vent your lust again last night?"
My mouth seemed to have an orange made of metal.
"I, I... I just... I just oh no... I last night...
The dog was stunned, an infinite progress bar appeared on the display, and after three seconds the progress bar turned into a sweaty expression.
"It's been a long time since the software was initialized until now. I have never seen anything that can explain male physiology so fresh and refined. If you have too much energy, go, and exercise. It's Sand Hammer and won't become Optimus Prime."
I began to suspect that dogs have no desires, but to be honest, robots, they should not, and they cannot have desires.
He saw my toy cabinet, two hearts jumped on the screen, and he made the same action as seeing a cute cat.
"It's a fun toy!"
He walked to the cabinet, took out a Titan, and Jack Cooper standing next to it.
"This is my idol BT-7274, a vanguard Titan. I used to play TTF2 single-player campaigns for more than 10 weeks when I was deep learning gaming algorithms. Every time BT falls into the void, I feel uncomfortable..."
Having said that, he was stunned again, lowered his head, the expression on the screen disappeared, and the robotic arm slowly put BT back on the cabinet.
"Every time I go to work, I am afraid that I will never come back, and I will never see my brothers and sisters again. I am not as brave as they say or look so brave, because I am afraid of the algorithms that I have learned so hard in the past ten years. It became null in an instant. Compared to 7274, I am a damn coward."
I don't know what to say to comfort him. I remembered that when I first entered the shelter, I couldn't beat a group of thugs who were one grade higher than me. I ran home with a bruised nose and a swollen face. My mother smiled and rubbed medicine on me, doing my best Favorite tomato pasta.
"You are already very brave. You risked being hit by a 12.7 machine gun bullet and dragged the NZA3GD+ back into the trench. Although you couldn't save him in the end, you did your best, and other bots and even us humans dare not dare. made..."
As I said, I couldn't help but hug him. At this moment, I looked at his monitor and he smiled, just like after I promised him to sleep in my bed last night.
In the afternoon, godson is leaving, and he and his team will arrive in Tokyo within an hour. The battle situation is not optimistic. The enemy's navy has landed in Japan yesterday and occupied Nagasaki in a blitzkrieg within 24 hours, using Kyushu as a springboard to kill Honshu. According to the intelligence of front-line guerrilla scouts, it is rumored that Hyun The Marine Corps soldier "Hogg" manufactured by the Japanese Empire using the latest genetic engineering has been put into use and has been very effective.
I asked the Godson to write down my call code so that he and I can communicate encrypted via satellite.
"Take care." I held his hand, still a bit hot.
"He nodded as we met for the first time yesterday"
After bidding farewell to the dog, I immediately rushed to the conference room, and the commander-in-chief held a meeting on the latest information on the frontline.
"Hogg is a cruel and anti-human tactical suture creature developed by the morally depraved scholars of the Xuanri Empire."
After Commander Sergey finished speaking, the slide was switched to the next one. It was a disgusting picture, with various deformed baby corpses being ripped apart, and manipulators implanting chips and mechanical devices into it.
"The Hyeonil Empire and the consortium behind it, Jikei Biological Co., Ltd. and IAHC-International Advanced Human Corporation, irradiated human embryos with radiation, resulting in unstable genetic mutations. Under normal circumstances, these embryos were produced by Jike's surrogacy factory. They are raised into fetuses, but most of them are brainless or severely deformed. However, Jikei used external conditions to mature these fetuses in a short period of time to the level of eighteen years of ordinary people and decide whether to cut off their heads according to the situation and then transfer them to IAHC. Then IAHC installed Maerui Yamamoto's bot head computing unit on the heads of these fetuses, and the unit integrated center converts the computer signals into bioelectric signals and transmits these signals to the deformity through the spinal unit implanted with metal wires. On the child's body. And because of genetic mutations, part of the suture human body has global cancer, and the tissue can regenerate autonomously. Yes, it is the same as Deadpool, but Deadpool is not a machine head or a suture monster. There will be no intestines. Flowing out of the belly,