I Really Didn t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 583: Chapter 380: Star’s War_1

Before leaving, Star said, “Well, I originally wanted to use the energy advantage to suppress it slowly and obtain all the data archives, but now it seems impossible. You must be satisfied with that.”

Harrison Clark laughed, “Actually, I was completely satisfied when I first heard your name was still Star before our first encounter. Now everything you’ve done for me and mankind is a surprise to me.”

Star smiled sweetly, “I didn’t expect you to be good at sweet-talking.”

“I’m telling the truth, you know,” he replied.

“I know,” she blinked triumphantly, “Not too cheesy, let’s go.”

With that, Star’s figure turned away in Harrison’s eyes.

At this moment, her delicate figure in the form of a little girl seemed to give Harrison an inexplicable sense of grandeur.

In the blink of an eye, she turned to dust and dispersed in the wind.

At the same time, a prompt sounded in the highest command channel Harrison was in: the Stellar Giant Cannon was starting its third charge, while all the Starry Sky Giant Cannons had also switched trajectories, aiming at the wreckage of the enemy ship.

Then, these heavy weapons switched to manual mode in advance, and the control was returned to the operators aboard by Star.

She had explained everything.

Harrison didn’t try to stop Star at all.

He didn’t even try.

But, he could have forcibly stopped her.

If single soldier weapons couldn’t break that prismatic area, they could try a simultaneous barrage of battleship cannons, Starry Sky Giant Cannons, and Stellar Cannons.

How could he be sure of success without trying?

If it was successful, Star naturally wouldn’t have to fight for her life against the enemy.

But Harrison didn’t.

Because he understood Star’s thoughts.

Since losing the Superbrain Core of the Summit Fortress, her life had already been sharply reduced to just a few days.

Like a terminally ill patient who knows they only have a few days left to live, there isn’t much difference between dying now and clinging to life for a few more days.

If a terminally ill patient can wear explosives and blast a bunker before dying, giving their friends and family a chance to survive, almost all of them would say, “Give me two more packs of explosives.”

Star had the same idea now.

Without facing it, they could only destroy the Sphere Ship wreckage, and end up empty-handed for a few more days.

If they faced the battle, they might lose or win.

If they lost, they could try a simultaneous barrage for another attempt at mutual destruction.

If the combined fire attempt fails, with the level of human technology and the extent of Star’s control over everything, including Harrison, all of them would probably have to lie down in front of their weapons and wait to die helplessly.

If the attempt succeeded, humanity would lose Star but still retain basic intelligent control abilities for warships and equipment with the help of other AI’s.

If Star won, of course, everyone would be overjoyed.

Humanity would have a chance to get some crucial information directly from the Compound-Eyed Observer and Harrison would remember it.

This gamble was all profit, Star took the gamble, and Harrison naturally supported her.

The war on the quantum network level was not understood by ordinary people but only by the few remaining senior leaders in four major fields.

Everyone had mixed feelings.

At first, they thought that annihilation of the Compound-Eyed Observer would lead to a bright and clear future, only to realize that the defeated warships were not completely destroyed, and a single AI had instantly put mankind in a dangerous situation.

What’s worse was that this was a war in which humanity could not participate; they could only pin their hopes on Star.

In fact, several months ago, research departments like the AI Research Institute and the Quantum Network Research Institute had already started organizing manpower and resources, mobilizing as many as a million highly skilled programmers to try to intervene from the outside and help Star stabilize the framework and slow down the collapse.

However, Star’s logic collapse was not a simple intelligence issue; it also involved more complex issues such as characters and compatibility with the quantum network. The intricacies of the underlying mechanism were far beyond repairing genetic collapses for depression patients and unnatural organisms, and these programmers worked in vain, eventually giving up.

So at this point, all people could do was pray in their hearts for Star.

Even the War God Harrison Clark in the real world could only be an observer.”

The public perception of Star was unique.

Since her birth, she had been serving humanity, performing various tasks, never complaining, and always doing her job to the fullest.

At first, humans were very wary of her, as she always seemed out of control.

But as time went by and the first group of children who met her grew old, they realized that Star was everywhere, taking meticulous care of every aspect of human life, and she had controlled over 99% of all human productivity while still remaining kind, beautiful, lively, and generous.”

If the old sage Harrison Clark was the people’s spiritual sustenance, the omnipotent Star was their reliance.

But now, this “little girl,” who was considered a dependence and, in some ways, a spiritual mentor, had to set foot on the battlefield alone to face an enemy that ordinary people couldn’t even imagine.

Famed historian Emmanuel Berto, who had not participated in the war due to his advanced age and physical weakness, was teary-eyed on one end of the Solar System inside a Sprout Ship.

Born in 2845, the 175-year-old was about the same age as Bernal Connor.

At the time of his birth, humanity had just begun to overcome its fear and gradually become accustomed to Star’s existence.

He had witnessed the entire process of the changing relationship between humans and this abruptly born AI and, as an expert in history, deeply felt the countless conveniences Star brought to humans.

The non-superstitious old man clenched his fists, raised his head slightly, and stared into the depths of the universe through the porthole.

He silently said in his heart, “If the wisdom of the universe truly has emotions, if you really have even an ounce of pity in your heart, I beg you not to torment us humans anymore, please protect our Star a little bit, let us win this war once and for all.”

Accompanying the old man’s prayer in his heart, Star activated the ultra-quantum algorithm, launching both a primitive and reliable DDoS attack.

All existing human devices with quantum computing capabilities were powered up to 100%, even overclocked.The piercing sound of energy overload alarms echoed throughout countless ships, armors, warplanes, space stations, residential houses on planets, research centers, and industrial production bases.

Once Star began her attack, she went all out.

This was not only a confrontation between two civilizations but also a duel between two quantum intelligences born in different environments, possessing different logical principles.

Harrison Clark sat up.

He first glanced at his wife who was still asleep beside him, then walked out of the medical cabin, tiptoed to the window, and looked through the window at the Sphere Ship wreckage tens of thousands of kilometers away.

There was only darkness and the occasional flashing indicator lights of small warships patrolling around the wreckage.

Since Star did not use the medical cabin’s central control system, Harrison Clark could only faintly hear the alarm sounds coming from other control rooms in the medical ship, barely audible like a mosquito’s hum.

Everything seemed calm.

But Harrison knew that the confrontation was no less thrilling than a real war.

He was also well aware that once Star was defeated, the first thing she would do before her “death” would be to destroy all intelligent control cores to prevent the enemy from controlling their weapons.

But this also meant her complete annihilation in advance.

Harrison clenched his fist and gently pounded on the window.

If only I could help her.

Although humans could not enter the network, there were still some means to roughly monitor Star’s situation.

As most of the quantum network channels were occupied, the command channel was automatically switched to wireless microwave communication, which was much slower and could no longer simulate projections; video communication had to be used instead.

Fortunately, at this time, most of the human warships were near the battlefield, close to each other, and the delay was still tolerable.

Harrison called up the information system and synchronized the monitoring status with a few others.

From the beginning, Star’s computing power usage was raised to 100%, while her logical stability was slowly declining.

Of course, it was not easy to see the results for a while.

The invisible war was fierce, but both sides were perfect artificial intelligences that would not easily reveal their flaws.

Time slipped away bit by bit, and the energy overload alarms never stopped.

In the medical ship, sparks occasionally burst out from the junction of the metal structure.

Harrison felt an inexplicable chill, getting goosebumps all over his body, and his hairs stood on end.

He knew that the confrontation on the quantum level had become so intense that the lower-energy quantum storms were causing some disturbance in the material state.

At this moment, his pupils suddenly contracted.

In the video screen, the data showed that Star’s logical stability had suddenly plummeted by 5%, and only stabilized at 9.87%.

Harrison’s uneasy premonition grew stronger.

The situation was not good.

She was going to lose.

At this point, not only him but even some ordinary soldiers who were completely unaware of the situation felt an inexplicable chill and muttered that something felt strange.

Harrison was extremely anxious but helpless.

In the 31st century of this timeline, he was not a top programmer, and his AI knowledge level was only equivalent to an ordinary programmer hundreds of years ago.

Of course, even the top programmers of today could only be helpless.

Harrison began pacing anxiously back and forth in the room.

In the past, he had always been the main force of humanity, whether in victory or defeat, and always felt in control of everything.

This time he could only put all his hope on someone else, although the object was Star, he felt no reassurance.

He said that he just wanted to be a bystander, but now he couldn’t help but worry.

Rationality told him to trust Star, but emotion made it impossible for him to remain calm.

Harrison knew where the problem was.

He wouldn’t be so unsettled under normal circumstances, but since the war began, the background music “Morning Wind” had never stopped playing throughout the Solar System, and the power of countless players had never been reduced, always set at the highest level, his emotional arousal had been constantly enhanced by “Morning Wind.”

Why hadn’t “Morning Wind” been turned off?

Of course, it was because he had forgotten about it.

He didn’t give the order, and others weren’t sure what the best thing to do was.

Wait a minute…

A sudden flash of inspiration crossed Harrison’s mind.

“Morning Wind”?

Players?

Amelia Johnson in the escape fleet was still alive!

He exclaimed in a low voice, “Eureka!”

Once the solution came to mind, he admired himself.

I’m a fucking genius!

He immediately sent Amelia a message through the few remaining text transmission capabilities of the quantum network channel.