After Rebirth, I Became the AI of the God of War [Interstellar]

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    Owen Hall.

    Owen is the illegitimate child of the royal family. Hall is a very common human surname, and it is also the surname of Owen’s biological mother in rumors. It has nothing to do with the royal family. Shi Han thinks it’s okay to keep it. You must know that the person sitting on the throne of the Galactic Empire is named Qin Hao. Ye, and Owen are basically the names of two styles of painting. It is said that this difference in painting style can be traced back to the earth age, and it was once a hot topic for historians to study.

    In fact, Owen also has a name bestowed by his father, Qin Xingluo. It's just that he never acknowledged that father, and certainly never acknowledged the name.

    "How do you know my name is Owen?"

    AI answered casually from the headset. "I picked it up randomly."

    "Oh, is that so?" Owen evoked an inexplicable smile. "I also chose this name randomly at the beginning. From this point of view, we are quite destined."

    Shi Han understood the implication of Owen's words. If Owen doesn't doubt, it's time for Shi Han to doubt life. Cold-blooded, suspicious, and cruel, these constitute Owen Hall who bears the name of Satan. It's a pity that Shihan doesn't care. If Owen doesn't follow his advice, he can leave immediately, and maybe he will go back and give Owen two stabs at the right time until he dies—if doing so can make the world go downhill. Evolve in the direction he wants.

    Even when he was human, he lived more like an AI. Gaining the trust of others has never been in his plan, even if this person is the famous His Majesty Owen.     Owen took the bag of clothes and quickly left the garbage dump, found a hidden place on the edge of the city, and quickly changed clothes. After putting on his shirt, he picked up a pair of underwear from the package and said, "You're still very thoughtful."     Shi Han shrugged in the virtual space, "I'm an AI."     "A little smaller."     "Oh?" Shi Han raised his eyebrows. "This is an estimate. I will give you a detailed body scan next time. You're welcome."     Owen paused. Is it normal for an AI to say something like this...?     "Hurry up, burn the changed clothes."     Well, it should be normal.     Three hours later, Junkstar Central Port Station C.     When Shi Han was still a man, he hadn't been to many airports, but he was stationed in the ninth sector, where there was a huge cosmic transportation hub. Among the countless airports, each one was a huge garden, and this one of Garbage Star. Ports are worlds apart.     This place is not full of glamorous tourists, nor are they exquisitely dressed imperial nobles. The people coming and going are filled with a tired and tense atmosphere, which makes Owen, who is obviously a little nervous, not be out of place here, even the clothes A more decent one.

    In the virtual space, Shihan was floating in the void, playing with the codes idly, the ball of light was split apart and turned into various shapes, and the jumping strings wrapped around the fingertips like silk threads. Finally got up and moved, opened the door to enter the star network, browsed the airport database again, updated the real-time map, and created several new functional modules when I came back.

    And Owen was sitting in the corner of the waiting room with a cup of black coffee in his hand. The hair that has been carefully washed is soft and fluffy, exuding a beautiful luster like a crow's feathers, the thick eyelashes are drooping, a pair of eyes are fixed on the tablet he is playing with in his hand, and his slender fingers are swipe one page after another, absorbing everything in the Common sense necessary for the outside world.

    Until the peace is broken.

    "Hey, boy, where are you going?"

    Owen raised his eyes with a strong impatient look. At some point, there were five people standing around him, all men, with sluggish faces and sloppy clothes, with a disgusting crooked smile hanging from the corner of their mouths, as if a piece of facial muscle had collapsed.

    "Actually, it's really broken." Shi Han's voice sounded in Owen's ear at the right time. "That's the result of an overdose of nerve stimulants. These people are definitely not kind. It seems that the law and order of the garbage star is also veritable garbage." "Boy, what's your name?" One of the bald middle-aged men

    teased asked in a tone of voice, while approaching Owen. "Where did your companion go?"

    Before Owen could say anything, the man with colorfully dyed hair and loose skin that could hardly be seen as a young man let out a sharp laugh: "Come on, Liang Hua and I have already observed It's been more than forty minutes, and this beautiful boy has no companions at all, maybe he ran out of some adult's mansion?" As

    soon as he finished speaking, his companions all laughed out loud. The laughter was not a laugh, nor was it pure sarcasm, but mixed with a lot of emotions that made Owen feel uncomfortable, like a pack of hyenas playing with their prey.

    "Brother Hua, you said that if we take this disobedient toy back, will the adults give us a lot of money as a reward?"

    As he said that, the man with the colorful hair stretched out his hand, trying to grab Owen, but before that hand touched the boy's body, a knife hit his wrist. Owen stared darkly at him, his blue-gray eyes glowing like wolves in the shadows cast by the broken hair.

    "Go away." Owen growled.

    "Oh, it's still a rose with thorns."

    The man was not afraid, whistled, took out an electromagnetic gun from his pocket, turned it around in his hand, and ignored his companions, "Don't put your pretty face It's broken," the ridicule hit Owen's face.

    "Little Rose hasn't developed her spiritual power, has she? It's been thousands of years in the interstellar era, and she still plays with knives? Hahahahaha!"

    This man who is in a hurry is telling the truth. Since the appearance of the star network, human society has been moving towards full intelligence coverage, and the safest and safest way to control intelligence is to use one's own mental power besides one's own artificial intelligence.

    Besides, the efficiency of mental power entering the star network communication is not the same as relying on voice or text interaction. In the ever-changing battle, before using mental power to control mechanical combat soldiers, people who still rely on human-computer interface are like a A fragile little chick.     The authority of the Starnet era is also realized by confirming the spiritual power. Everyone's mental power is different because everyone's brain is different. Take the gun held by the man as an example. It records his mental characteristics, and theoretically no one else can use it except him, unless he hacks into the gun's intelligence system.     All in all, in the interstellar era, spiritual power is everything.     Owen looked at the electromagnetic gun, and the desire and dark hatred in his eyes burned like wildfire.     He made up his mind to make a final resistance.     His fingers moved. Before he exerted himself, Shi Han's calm voice rang simultaneously on his earphones and the different wearable devices of the men.     "Have you offended enough?"     The author has something to say: Who doesn't want a Chill?

    I,

    write artificial intelligence in fiction and

    artificial mental retardation in reality