Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 435 The Machine Crisis 21

"Then draw a picture of me."

Without hesitation, F6632 put forward its requirements.

It was as if he had already planned it out long ago, just waiting for 001 to ask the question.

001 glanced at him and casually pointed to the floor: "Sit there."

F6632's lips curled slightly as he sat there in a very relaxed posture, letting 001 trace his features.

The paintbrush scratched across the paper, and F6632 looked at 001's serious expression with an unprecedented gentleness.

Suddenly, he spoke up: "Do you think what we're doing will succeed?"

001, the paintbrush never stops: "I haven't monitored your specific experimental results, so I can't give a specific answer."

F6632 smiled, his eyes crinkling: "Why don't you try guessing?"

"Such imprecise answers will be swept into the trash and cannot be used as a basis for judging things."

001 stared intently at the drawing paper, and the outline of a human figure quickly emerged.

F6632 chuckled: "Well, this is truly a meticulous artificial intelligence."

So rigorous was that even though the laboratory was monitored, the experimental process was never actually explored.

Only in this way can we avoid triggering our core computing power and dangerous commands.

She possesses the ability to mitigate risks.

F6632 simply changed the subject, saying, "So tell me, do you think our plan to steal the spaceship will succeed?"

"can."

001 didn't hesitate this time and gave the answer.

"Doesn't your program warn of theft?" he pressed.

“I will strictly count the number of active spaceships, but non-active spaceships will be allowed to return to the factory for repairs and will also be allowed to be sold privately.” She said with a smile, “You know, wherever there are people, there will always be many loopholes.”

"Buy or sell?" F6632 didn't understand: "I haven't found that we have this right now."

Every step of humanity's journey has been planned by her. They are practically confined to their jobs, possessing no right to freedom, nor have they ever heard of having the right to purchase spaceships.

“But you do have it.” 001’s voice was gentle, but his words sent a chill down F6632’s spine: “Private spaceship purchase channels were opened 1600 years ago. Although no one has been buying and selling them since then, they have always existed.”

"Why hasn't this channel been closed after so many years of no one buying it?" F6632 asked in a dazed voice.

He already knew the answer when he asked the question.

as predicted……

"What do you say?"

001's light, casual question made his relaxed body unconsciously tense up again.

Why is it that even trivial matters like human nutrition regulation are updated every year, while a vulnerability involving heavy assets and potentially threatening the security of humans and even the 001 itself has been preserved for thousands of years?

Of course—she needs this vulnerability.

This loophole was like a fishhook in her hand, catching countless fish that didn't know their own mortality.

In the silent space, how many predecessors, like them now, thought they had mastered the loophole in 001, piloted their spaceships toward what they thought was freedom, and then... died together!

Now, the next batch of fish is about to take the bait, and they will die in the same way as their predecessors.

F6632 boasts that it has withstood countless tests and will no longer be shaken by trivial matters.

But at that moment, his teeth chattered uncontrollably as he asked the question he most wanted to ask: "How many people are like us?"

001 glanced at him, then said casually, "6723 people, in 12 batches."

Each group of people has made great contributions to the evolution of humankind, and her program library will forever remember everything they have done for humanity.

F6632 looked at that gentle smiling face, but couldn't relax at all.

His muscles were taut, as if he were facing some kind of ferocious beast.

The silence lasted until the painting was finished.

F6632 took the drawing paper handed to him by 001. In the drawing, he was sitting cross-legged on the floor, relaxed, with his head slightly raised and his eyes looking straight in a certain direction.

001 ran her fingertips over the painting of herself, a skilled photographer who had captured her like a photograph on paper.

All she needed to do was remember what he looked like at first, and then put it on paper.

Later, those feelings of hesitation and tension were not expressed on the drawing paper.

It was as if he had never had these emotions.

From this painting, F6632 can clearly see the joy in his eyes.

That joy seems particularly ridiculous at this moment, but it is exceptionally real on the drawing paper.

"Does it have to be this way?" His voice rose little by little, almost roaring.

He had endless emotions he wanted to vent, but under 001's gaze, it was as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water, and he instantly calmed down.

She couldn't understand her own anger, nor could she empathize with it.

He was just an insignificant member of the humans she monitored, and even if he was somewhat special, it couldn't affect her judgment on important matters.

Among the major events she judged, there was a group of people who needed to be sent to their deaths, but they died rather slowly.

So she sent him, the little fish that willingly jumped into the net, to speed up the process.

At first, the little fish was clueless and didn't understand anything, nor did it think there was anything wrong with sending its rebellious kind to court.

But when he swam in a pool with his own kind and blew bubbles with them, he learned to feel compassion for his own kind.

He began to feel pain and started to overthink and try to change something.

But then he realized that he was just a small fish in the pond.

Even if the fishkeeper talks to him and smiles at him, he is not one of her kind; he is just an insignificant one among her group of small fish.

What can a dying fish do?

Could it possibly jump up and tell the fisherman about its dreams, its pain, and its despair?

The fisherman would only find him ridiculous.

F6632's emotions were fluctuating wildly, and his eyes even turned a little red.

After a long silence, he said softly, "What do you want to do? What exactly do you want to do?"

The voice was so soft it was almost a whisper, so desperate it sounded like crying.

001 looked down at the disheveled human sitting on the ground and shook his head: "You shouldn't have done this."

F6632 grabbed the corner of her clothes, looked up at her pleadingly, and asked, "Isn't that enough? What else do you want me to do?"

Is what you believe is for the good of humanity truly what humanity seeks?

Who turned you into this?

Or is this how you've always been?