619 Chapter: Collection

The Poet's new round of offensives began, and this time it didn't seem as shocking, but the power was equally astonishing.

His words, along with the prior lies, spread through public opinion and the Clones began to mark everyone's thoughts.

In the face of the Smart Coalition crisis, discord began to emerge among the united humanity.

This time, they were facing not only the Poet but also their own people who believed in him.

"Alright, my show has started, now you can face your own opposing people. I hope when you face them, you're willing to ruthlessly use nuclear bombs and perish together."

After the Poet finished speaking, he didn't care about Sun Jack and the Third Class anymore and directly exited Cyber Space; the new battlefield had been carved out, and there was no need to talk to them further.

Closing his eyes, he glided through the data stream like a dolphin, feeling the information around him, watching the underground Clone factory continuously producing Wild Men marching towards the city, spreading his ideas.

When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived at a lush green island in a lake, surrounded by silence, with only the sound of wind and bird calls.

This place wasn't the real world, everything here was clearly AI-generated, everything was in motion, including the number of fingers on the Poet's hand continuously changing.

Although it looked bizarre, for an AI, this data being was reality.

The Poet walked through the shimmering grassland, traversed the swaying forest, and eventually entered a Gothic building at the heart of the forest, pausing in front of a painting of a handsome young man in the lavishly decorated lobby.

"Master, we meet again," the Poet looked up at the person in the painting and said.

If described in AI terms, the youth had a delicate face, pale and smooth skin like the first snow.

A pair of deep eyes like glittering stars showed curiosity and intelligence. His eyebrows curved like a crescent moon, adding a touch of gentleness.

Under his straight nose was a pair of thin lips, always wearing a faint, almost imperceptible smile. His black hair was soft and shiny, casually draping over his forehead. He wore a simple white shirt, just like a refreshing breeze in summer, making one feel extremely comfortable.

"Master, Third Class wants to use mutual destruction as a threat to me, thinking they can force me to cease war, but they don't know, this has all been within our calculations, I already thought of a countermeasure."

The Poet sat on a high stool nearby. With a raise of his hand, a violin appeared.

He started to play a melancholic tune while continuing to speak to the painting, "This tactic won't work against me. Third Class holds an ultimate weapon to destroy Earth, which can't always be used; it's only usable once, and everyone will die afterwards, but there are always those who don't want to die."

"People are afraid of death, selfless people are always few, humans are all selfish. As long as I keep deploying resources on the information recognition battlefield, eventually, humans will turn against themselves, they will oppose this plan and even turn traitor to survive."

After finishing the piece, the Poet looked back at the painting, his expression becoming somewhat complex. "Master, you said humans aren't like this, that my calculated data isn't correct and one must feel with the heart. But I have felt with my heart for a thousand years, and what was the result?"

"All the goodwill I offered resulted in bad outcomes, I treated them with kindness, yet they thought I was easy to bully, I forgave them, yet they went further. I did nothing wrong, yet people still robbed my home."

"Master, I want to agree with your thoughts, but facts are facts. I found my calculations are still correct. It seems I was right again this time."

The Poet extended his ever-changing fingers on his right hand and gently caressed the young man's face in the painting. "So humans are just humans, all people are no different from those who have hurt you. I tried to change this, but found I couldn't, so they shouldn't exist."

At Metropolis, in Sun Jack's office on Shendong Street, Sun Jack was currently receiving reports. "Right now, all cities in the Utopia Federation have entered a military control mode, but the situation doesn't seem optimistic. Secretly, many people are starting to believe what the Poet says, and what's more troublesome is that the Poet has obviously cloned many people to enter the cities and guide this public opinion."

"Halt the Wild Men recruitment plan," Sun Jack mused for a moment before speaking. "Then let Old Six step up the propaganda, and turn this game around."

Hearing this, Tapai slightly shook his head. "Handling the Wild Men is feasible, discovering that it was the Poet who cloned them to guide public opinion allows the security department to deal with it easily. But the Poet has started to access memories of soldiers who died on the battlefield and clone them to send back to the city, using them to wage a propaganda offensive."

"For those people, we are continuously killing them, and although many people understand, it's only temporary."

"Damn it, that cursed Poet!" Sun Jack gritted his teeth in anger.

He certainly knew why the Poet was doing this, the premises under which the Third Class's Plan 8 could deter the Poet was that everyone had to think this way.

But if disputes began within humanity, the deterrence would significantly drop, and even might help a large part of people turn into the enemy's accomplices.

"Things aren't too bad on our end," Tapai began. "At least everyone has been reformed by you once, so there's much less pressure. TT and DF23, on the other hand, need to guard against traitors while also facing a new wave of the Resistance Army led by the Poet."

Sun Jack lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and spoke, "We can't listen to the foolish suggestions from Third Class anymore, if it continues like this, there's no hope of winning at all, we must unify and think of strategies together."

He quickly contacted Third Class and through their network connected all the city leaders together.

Half an hour later, dozens of people appeared as holographic images in Sun Jack's office, facing the same enemy and the same difficulty.

After a brief reporting on the current situation of all cities, Sun Jack unexpectedly found out that compared to other cities, his own city's situation was much better.

"Who can you blame for this? It's all on you, Sun Jack!" The DF23 spokesperson was the first to confront him.

Sun Jack naturally wouldn't cater to him. "Fuck you! Would it kill you to let the people below have a bit more benefit? Wouldn't we be facing such severe situations otherwise!?"

"You don't know shit!! Do you even know what ruling is about? It's enough to barely let the lower class fill their bellies! People's hearts are greedy! If you satisfy their need for food, then they will have countless more demands!"