Chapter 639: Operating System

"Where is this?" Gazing at the bizarre scenery before him, Sun Jack felt utterly disoriented and couldn't quite grasp the situation.

"This is the Poet's internal network, where are the data streams? The computational nodes? Have I been discovered? Is this the sandbox he created to contain me?"

With trepidation in his heart, Sun Jack started to walk forward while scanning for abnormalities.

He didn't know where this was, but what he was looking for was definitely not here; there was no Poet cognition that he needed to assimilate. This place was just a simple painting.

Sun Jack moved slowly through the oil painting, not too quickly to avoid detection by the internal scanning software. He pretended to be a Poet with a genuine love for art, strolling leisurely within the masterpiece.

When he passed through Van Gogh's "Starry Night," he saw the Mona Lisa smiling at him, followed by "The Scream," "The Birth of Venus," "The Athenian School," "The Night Watch"....

What kind of scene did he imagine the internal network of an AI would be? Cold logic? Efficient data streams? Or an assortment of fast but coordinated programs?

He had thought of many possibilities, but he never expected this one. Where the typically cold and mechanical interior should be, it was instead filled with paintings by various artists.

When such highly artistic paintings were presented in data form before him, he couldn't immediately tell if these were genuinely artworks or merely simple data.

Sun Jack could see the browsing history here; it seemed the Poet visited often, clearly very fond of these artworks, never tiring of them no matter how many times seen.

After passing through the paintings without incident, Sun Jack could finally confirm this was not a trap set by the Poet, he had simply been sent to the Poet's art collection folder through a portal.

There were many of these collections, filled with a wide variety of artworks. In addition to paintings, there were various 3D models data as well.

Through simple analysis, Sun Jack deduced the Poet's logic behind such actions. It was apparent that, as an artist, he couldn't bear the complete disappearance of these unique masterpieces, which is why they were preserved in data form.

One could only say that he truly loved art—not just poetry and rock music, but he had even tried painting in the past. With correct and incorrect names, his genuine passion for the arts as a cultured individual was evident.

Looking at everything before him, and thinking about what he was currently engaged in, Sun Jack could only think to say, "Damn, cultured people are really pretentious."

After figuring out the situation, Sun Jack hastened his pace, quickly leaving the place; he didn't have much time to observe the Poet's collection now.

Once outside, the situation finally returned to what he had imagined. The entire internal network of the Poet was like a complex digital maze, filled with endless data streams and complex algorithmic pathways, appearing before him like a colossal city.

At that moment, Sun Jack found himself in a three-dimensional space woven from light and shadow, flickering in different colors, representing various types of information, from simple numbers and text to complicated images, audio, and even multidimensional sensory data.

These streams of data flowed like rivers on the virtual "streets," sometimes converging into wide rivers, at times dispersing into trickles, weaving through the "city" comprising algorithmic nodes, and the place full of art that Sun Jack had just exited was merely one of the city's doors.

"Is this the Poet's entire operating system? To what extent has he evolved over time?" Sun Jack, looking at the stunning network vista before him, couldn't help but marvel.

However, a new round of scans had begun again, more thorough this time. Although he passed, it made Sun Jack increasingly nervous.

"No, I can't delay any longer; I must act quickly before the Poet realizes what's happening."

Sun Jack began to move, integrating himself within the digital realm where browsing equated to copying. He commenced disguising his presence using cloaking software and sought out his target.

Sun Jack rapidly navigated through the algorithmic nodes spread across the cities, aware that they were the Poet's neural brain cells – not just static processors, but capable of dynamic adjustment and self-optimization.

Each node carried out specific data processing or decision-making tasks. They were interconnected through high-speed, low-latency virtual links, forming a vast and efficient neural network.

By analyzing the data between each node, Sun Jack swiftly grasped the external situation – the Poet's collected strategic intelligence unfolded before him in full detail.

"Damn, over thirty cities already destroyed? Nearly a hundred million people dead?!"

This worsened his mood, but if he wanted others to live, he had to achieve his purpose.

"The Poet has forces stationed on the Moon Ring too? After the job's done, I'd better find a way to spread this news."

Various pieces of information flashed before him, and Sun Jack caught sight of a surveillance image that made his heart skip a beat. It was the AA!

A group of AAs worked tirelessly on something. Just as Sun Jack thought they were building another nuclear bomb, the Poet's data analysis program promptly provided the answer.

(Cobalt salt hydrogen bomb, a doomsday weapon. Cobalt-59 is placed around the explosives within a nuclear bomb. When the bomb detonates in the stratosphere, the neutrons produced in the nuclear reaction turn cobalt-59 into radioactive cobalt-60, which falls back to Earth as dust, contaminating the surface. When cobalt-60 decays into nickel-60, it emits gamma radiation of 1.17-1.33 MeV. With a half-life of 5.27 years, cobalt-60 has ample time to spread and maintain sufficient radiation intensity. If produced in enough quantity, it could destroy the entire Earth.)

"My God, what on Earth are the AAs up to behind my back?"

And at that moment, one of the AA clad in an Exoskeleton turned to the others and announced loudly, "Everyone! Boss said we need the most powerful, biggest weapon – one that can destroy the whole world! We need to increase its potency!"

"This is the task Boss set for us! We can't help with other things, but we can't let Utopia Logistics Department down on this!!"

Hearing these words, the other AAs responded with a surge of high spirits, eagerly starting to work overtime.

Sun Jack discovered that according to the Poet's detected data, the cobalt bomb had been completed and was already rolling off the production line. The current task of the AAs was to experiment with other isotopes in an attempt to maximize the radiation's half-life, thereby ensuring they significantly exceeded their assigned task.

He had indeed assigned the AAs the task of creating a world-ending weapon, but he somewhat underestimated his subordinates – he didn't expect they would actually succeed! What was even more unexpected was that the Poet had directly detected it!

At this moment, Sun Jack was incredibly nervous. It wasn't the AA's plan that unsettled him; what alarmed him was the abnormal data activity here.

He could see data streams converging on the nearby algorithmic nodes, as if they were engaging in an intense debate to select the optimal solution.

"Back on an old path, this crooked timber of humanity can never produce anything straight. The danger level for AA Clones raised to A-, starting cleanup."

"Not good, the Poet is about to make a move on the AAs!"