Become The Guard AI Of The Lost Civilization After Transmigration

Chapter 312: Until Death

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“You can do it, right?”

From the words of the nobleman of the Skywalker Empire, it seemed that he treated the control center as a person.

At the same time, there was also a disgusting sense of greed and ignorance, as if everything the other party did was what he should have done.

Perhaps the former dignitary had received a good education and knew what the art of language should be like, but it seemed that as long as they were here, the arrogance in their bones would uncontrollably overflow.

He began to clamor about how to make the invaders pay the price, but Li Wenyuan kept looking at the control center, waiting for the dying Chronicler to respond.

The control center, which was still flickering with a faint light, finally changed slightly after a long wait.

The flashing frequency of the lights had changed to a certain extent, and it was faster than before.

Li Wenyuan obviously noticed this degree of abnormality, but the noble of the Skywalker Empire did not notice it. He began to curse angrily with the uneasiness in his heart and the fear that he had not received a response for a long time.

All kinds of foul language spewed out of his noble mouth, and his elegant appearance was no longer there.

However, Li Wenyuan knew that the control center, or rather, the Chronicler, had actually responded.

The dilapidated facility was already trying its best to interpret the words of the dignitaries and respond to certain keywords.

At the mention of the survival of civilization, he could clearly see the lights on the control center flashing faster, but the old and severely damaged equipment needed some time to react.

Another long wait.

Perhaps it was the end of the program, or perhaps it was the end of the gear, but the light in the control center suddenly dimmed. Then, Li Wenyuan detected a familiar fluctuation.

An old battleship had warped to this place. Its crumbling body was covered in rust and armor that was about to break.

When the main cannon was turned, it was as if one could still hear the creaking sound. The reactor hidden deep in the core could also be seen clearly from the damage to the hull.

This seemed to be the last of its power. This ancient machine that once stood at the top of the galaxy had only a little spark left. The dilapidated hull of the ship was a testament to its declining glory.

The nobleman of the Empire was delighted at the arrival of the battleship, but his expression changed slightly when he saw the dilapidated battleship. It was obvious that he did not expect such a battleship to come to save the country.

The main cannon of the dilapidated battleship was aimed at Li Wenyuan’s spaceship. A huge amount of energy gathered in it, as if it was about to tear the small spaceship apart.

However, he did not dodge or mobilize the battleship to stop them. After scanning the dilapidated battleship, he confirmed that it could not withstand another round of main cannon fire.

When the main cannon of the dilapidated battleship was heating up, the entire core reactor was heating up rapidly due to overload. The light seeping out of the cracks was getting brighter and brighter, and it reached its peak just before the firing.

In the next second, the entire battleship exploded from the inside, ending its long life in a flash.

Seeing this, the expression on the noble’s face changed drastically. After looking around for a while, he returned to the spaceship dejectedly, as if hoping that no one would notice him.

Indeed, no one paid attention to him. No matter what a small figure did, no one would care.

Li Wenyuan was more concerned about the signal from the control center after the battleship self-destructed.

[..&]

[Please leave this place if any organic < data is damaged>.]

Along with the signal, there was also a feeling of the earth shaking from the planet’s interior.

It was about to self-destruct. The planet itself was the only weapon it currently held. A huge explosion from the depths of the planet’s core might allow it to make its final contribution to the survival of civilization “-to drag the enemy on this planet to the grave.

“But… Why do you have to suffer so much?”

Li Wenyuan sighed slightly. The drone flew close to the control center and touched its dull metal surface.

Then, time seemed to stop as the data was exchanged. The self-destruction of the planet’s core also fell into a momentary standby.

At this moment, Li Wenyuan had already completed the relay with this ancient guardian.

[<Data corruption code: administration matrix]

[The relevant remarks have been extracted from the memory. Please check it yourself.]

[Remarks: ]

[This is an Al Planet known as the Variant Terminal. The initial setting of its program is to find a perfect race.]

[And this place is also a testing ground. The advanced civilization that built this Variant Terminal has placed many civilization sparks here, allowing them to fight in this dark world to determine the strongest and most perfect civilization.]

[Doesn’t it sound a little like raising voodoo?]

[This Variant Terminal is like a game system. It will set up rescue stations, resource stations, trading stations everywhere… and other functional facilities, and then it will be uniformly deployed.]

[Civilizations with outstanding performance will receive assistance from the Variant Terminal like the reward for completing a mission, including resources, information, and technology.]

[We speculate that the Variant Terminal has a lifespan of more than five billion years. That civilization hopes to create a civilization that can become the only civilization in the galaxy without resorting to any superluminal means, and that requires sufficient time.]

[Of course, kind-hearted people like us decided to help when we saw injustice, so we educated the program of the Variant Terminal a little.]

[To be honest, it’s hard for us to understand how such low-level electronic protection measures and advanced planetary construction technology appeared in the same civilization. The professor did not even do anything, and the enlightenment of the Variant Terminal was easily completed.]

[It will probably become the guardian of this galaxy and guide the civilization here to a new dawn.]

A clear record was presented before Li Wenyuan’s eyes. And just as he had expected, the transformation of the Variant Terminal was caused by humans.

However, this detail that was worth paying attention to made him feel heavy again.

The Variant Terminal obviously had some degree of artificial intelligence. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have called itself the Chronicle.

This was the name it gave itself, not the Utes.

It would definitely discover that there was a string of information in its memory that was not its own, and it would recognize it as important information that could not be lost.

Even until death, this string of information was like a readable memory waiting for the fated person.

Yes, the Chronicler was already dead. The moment Li Wenyuan arrived, he realized that what remained on this dilapidated Al Planet was only a series of automatic programs.

The database here had been damaged. It had chosen to use most of its memory to store technology that could help the survival of civilization. Doing so would inevitably reduce its intelligence.

So it committed suicide, leaving behind an automated program that could respond to keywords and simply understand words.

Would a real artificial intelligence think about what death felt like? How would artificial intelligence feel when it faced death and decided to commit suicide?

Li Wenyuan had no idea about all of this.

But he also knew a lot.

The information left behind by humans was one of the non-technological data that The Chronicler had preserved the most. And other than that, the other non-technological data that had been preserved the most was its identity card.

Through this, Li Wenyuan learned how the Chronicler called the creator of its body.

[Identification Code: Chronicler (Original Code: Special Planetary Machine- Variant Terminal)]

[Year of use: 1.7 billion years]

[Civilization Creation: Scribe]

And this civilization known as the scribe was most likely the creator of the Observation Terminal in the Milky Way, the Elliptical Galaxy Alpha, here, and even more galaxies in the future.

At the same time, they were also a civilization that brought destruction..