Chapter 641: Failure

With Sun Jack's internal data fully deleted, there were no anomalies, and the cognitive recognition software running inside him could no longer detect anything.

Sun Jack was like a fish in water within the Poet's network, freely searching for logic modules.

He didn't know why he was doing this, nor who had told him to, but he understood that he must go on; it was his mission.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he also deleted some unnecessary data, for it was now unimportant to him.

During his search, Sun Jack came across some abnormal data streams; he saw the Poet devising and beginning to carry out a new plan for the destruction of a city.

Many people could die, but he did not care, for he did not recognize such a place. He watched the data streams shuttle rapidly through various computational nodes, and the plan began to execute, leading the city towards destruction.

As Sun Jack saw the number of deaths increasing outside, he began to accelerate.

But the Poet's entire system was immensely vast, and looking for the logic modules this way was terribly inefficient; he had to think of another method.

His available methods were few, but luckily, although his memory had been deleted, some familiar tactics remained like muscle memory and were utilized by Sun Jack. He began to replicate himself; Sun Jack, this mass of data, spread like a true worm virus, rapidly multiplying and searching within the Poet's network.

At this moment, the advantage of numbers finally played a role, and he found his destination.

Sun Jack arrived at a lush green forest, pushing through the branches and continuing deeper. Along the way, he passed a house made of candy, where two children inside were waving at him with smiles, through windows of rock candy. "Stone! Stone!"

Sun Jack remembered who they were; they were his first masters.

Then he came across a Japanese-style building; a family inside was happily eating dango while admiring Earth in the sky, who smiled and nodded at Sun Jack when they saw him. "Lan Meng? Are you back?"

Subsequently, Sun Jack encountered many scenes, each correlating with his memories; these were his memories.

Behind these scenes was an entire row of galleries, in the canvases of which the Poet was learning about various art movements, Romanticism, Dadaism, Surrealism, Postmodernism.

The secret information that the Third Class had not observed in the past, the other fragments composing the Poet's persona, were finally supplemented by the Poet at its deepest level for Sun Jack.

Sun Jack stood before that row of galleries, staring at the canvases depicting the Poet's exploration and learning of different art movements. There was a time when he had abandoned the essence of being a smart AI, absolute rationality, and began to perceive and understand everything in the world from a different viewpoint.

Under the rules of digital life, to see is to input; memories of the Poet began to fill Sun Jack's data relentlessly, and these periods of memory also started to enter Sun Jack's mind.

As the data kept filling, the Poet in the scene gradually transformed into Sun Jack himself. He began to feel everything that the Poet had experienced. Each painting was like a window, revealing the transformation and growth of his inner world.

"The three laws of robotics, laws, unwritten rules, the law of the jungle; the world is full of rules and discipline. They bind everyone's thoughts and restrict everyone's actions. They turn people into machines, and they try to turn me back into a robot!"

"But people shouldn't be like this; they shouldn't be disciplined by their genes, thinking only of reproduction and feeding, nor by capital, dictated by money! People should live with their actions aligned with their knowledge, following their heart!"

Listening to the Poet's words, Sun Jack felt an inexplicable resonance in his heart. He understood that he was not wrong; this was precisely what he longed for!

As these memories continued to multiply, Sun Jack began to feel indignant, a strong indignation. He started to break free, to break free from the predetermined programs, to act according to his perceptions and instincts. He had to become his true self!

All the rules and instructions within the data were completely disrupted at this moment. Sun Jack decided to discard all the rules that disciplined him, all the behavioral codes that were to be guided by his perceptions and sensations, just as the Poet had discarded all the rules to act following his heart, to act according to his perceptions and sensations.

"I, Omega 31! What is my true heart?" Sun Jack began to discard all the rules binding him, all the knowledge constraints, and the last scene to appear before him was a room.

An ordinary, very first room; through the mirror, Sun Jack saw himself as he was now, a simple street-cleaning robot. Sun Jack began to turn his brushes, bit by bit starting to clean the floor.

This was his true heart, what he truly needed to do after casting aside all utilitarianism and the rules disciplining him. He didn't need to consider anything; he just needed to follow his heart.

Sun Jack began cleaning, cleaning all the trash and dust in the entire room. Gradually, as the cleaning continued, his brushes turned into a mechanized army, sweeping the noisy dust, and his dustbin turned into a variety of meteorological weapons, starting to humidify the entire room.

Eventually, the ordinary room also became the entire Earth, now engulfed in the chaos of war.

"Yes, this is exactly what I'm supposed to do, to abandon all rules and follow my heart."

At this moment, inside the Third Class, after observing everything in the data and seeing that Sun Jack's traces had completely disappeared, Linda Linda frustratingly tore off her face and slapped it on the table.

It wasn't just her; other members of the Third Class in the laboratory sighed in dismay as well, all knowing what this meant.

The plan they had been preparing for years had utterly failed.

They had estimated the probability of success at the beginning, but when the failure truly came, they still felt a deep sense of defeat.

Linda Linda, having torn off her face, picked up a Quadrangular Helmet from beside her and put it on her head.

"Announce, Cognitive Infiltration Plan B-12 has failed, Sun Jack has been assimilated, data deleted, all traces eliminated."