"You need me!" Root smiled happily, "She told me everything."

The artificial intelligence created by Mr. Finch regarded her as an executor, and Root also dedicated his body and mind to the God lurking in the online world. Root's referring to the machine is she (she), and Salomon uses it (it), and the two have completely opposite views on artificial intelligence. Root's idea is undoubtedly extremely crazy to normal people, and it also makes Salomon curious about the code written by Mr. Finch again.

What kind of technology can create such an artificial intelligence that is almost the same as life? You know, even Jarvis of the Stark Group is far from this artificial intelligence in terms of intelligence, and Jarvis is created by the genius Tony Stark - it is a bit unfair to say that, because Stark has a lot of energy to create mechanically - but no matter what, when Google's artificial intelligence is still an NSDAP on the Internet, Jarvis already has his own judgment ability, and this level of intelligence has surpassed the artificial intelligence being developed by many countries in the world.

"My knowledge in computer science is quite shallow, and my ability is limited to web page production at the level of public institutions in the town." Salomon generously revealed his shortcoming, "As soon as I see the code, I will feel stress-free hair loss. The doctor said this is a psychological problem. Compared to the code, I prefer to see magic runes. Take action quickly. Your God needs several servers, and I also need to install an alchemy body for it."

"I will agree with her order." Root followed Salomon and walked forward on the road that had not been cleaned. Although she was underground, she could still feel the cold, and the fine building debris under her feet made her feet hurt. They walked too hastily and didn't have time to take the items stored in the mental hospital - "Although the mental retardation is easy to use, not everyone will be caught." Salomon explained in detail, "There are always a few people with firm will be able to control the situation."

"Magic." Root pushed away his forehead, shook it in front of him, "This is something she cannot analyze. Magic is not in her logical judgment, and so is aliens. She classified this type of event as an "unknown threat", just like a monster under the bed, from time to time, she would climb up to touch your ankles with her cold hands. So are you, Salomon."

"At least I won't hide under the bed and touch someone's ankles, that's too bad."

"This is just a metaphor. You should have some literary literacy. The Eton courses have this content." Root changed the topic very quickly. Before Salomon refuted her slander for his literary literacy, she jumped to the next topic, as quickly and simply as going down the stairs. "I'm curious, why can I receive her signal underground?" she asked. "As far as I know, your communication network has not been established yet. Are we underground in New York?"

"It is unreliable to locate through the network, but the network cable is indeed brought from New York." Salomon helped her and helped her jump over the collapsed reinforced concrete wall to avoid scratching her ankles. The wall with exquisite colorful mosaic tiles suffered from unknown destruction. The pictures above were broken so hard that they could not be seen clearly. Only the tiny colorful streaming light reflected the faint light in the distance, flashing constantly as the viewer moved. In a trance, Root felt that the sense of gravity disappeared, and the tiny colorful light in front of her seemed to be the stars under the ground. Just jump down and you could fly to the deep dark sky.

She stepped on the broken stars curiously, and she felt that even if she cut her toes, it was worth it.

"This is underground in Rome," said Salomon. "The Vatican is not far above our heads."

"Oh, you are such a gentleman. Judging from your educational experience, you must be the best among them." Root seemed to wake up from his dream. She jumped over the stars and embarked on a path covered by darkness with Salomon.

"Some of the records in Eton are paper, and that machine can't see them. But I can tell you that I am the teacher's whipping assistant." Salomon roughly mentioned his educational experience, but this sounded like a show-off in a bar. "But I haven't whipped a few students, and the principal is not very brave to punish powerful students. What I hate the most is Saturday's sing, that's too stupid."

Silence enveloped the next period of the road, and Salomon couldn't help but chew what he had just said. He felt that his social level needed to be improved, and the cold scene in this one-on-one conversation was quite embarrassing - however, Root was actually listening to the message sent by artificial intelligence and had no time to take care of Salomon.

As they approached the powered building, Root opened his mouth again.

Obviously, she got some key information from artificial intelligence. The machine thought Root must have some understanding of him before working with Salomon. Don't get me wrong, artificial intelligence just thinks that the Root tool is very useful. Several captive turkeys passed by them swaggeringly, and one of them pecked at Salomon's boots.

The Secret Master explained that this is the animal raised by the druids who live here, and this is their druid training. "I didn't care too much when I first saw the portal. Now I roughly know your abilities. Now I understand your abilities." She said, "Is it the whole world? If I can, I want to buy a few clothes."

She pulled up her loose blue and white striped hospital gown, "My clothes were left in the mental hospital."

"No problem. Miss Maya Hansen will take care of you. She is your new colleague. I believe you must know who she is. After you install those servers, I also need you to assist the artificial people in network arrangement and bring a light broadband from the top of your head." The Secret Master seemed a little embarrassed, "This is a private commission, and I will pay you a reward."

"I'm grateful," Root said, "Also, I'm going to tell you something. In fact, the DHS has also set its sights on you. They've seen your face."

"It doesn't matter, there is a magic contract. If they violate the contract, they will be punished, without any delay. In fact, someone has violated the contract, I know." Salomon smiled a little sinisterly, "They will investigate my name, but they can't say it out loud. And those people close to my apartment... S.H.E.L.D. is very efficient in doing things, and so is Hydra. Others can't get what they can't get. I think S.H.E.L.D. agents are more powerful."

Root also showed a smile.

Although the food in the mental hospital made her a little haggard, a beautiful and warm smile still bloomed on her face. She seemed to want to use this smile to bribe Salomon. If someone who didn't know her personality would most likely accept it happily, Salomon knew that Root was a real madman, even more crazy than him.

"It seems you put on the secret agents, Salomon. So, people are killed at gunpoint near your residence every day. Don't you feel sad?"

"You overestimated my kindness again, Ms. Gen."

"How old was your first murder?" Root seemed to notice something. She smiled sly and suddenly raised a question and caught Salomon off guard.

"Why do you say this?"

"Don't you want to say it?" Root raised his eyebrows provocatively. She seemed to think that Salomon was a red-headed match, and he could catch fire by just wiping his butt.

"Why do you think I have the personality of an average teenager, ma'am?" Salomon frowned. "Androgens do make people impulsive, but if I can't suppress this impulse, I can't learn magic."

"Really? If you don't mind, I can provide you with psychotherapy. I'm a psychiatrist and I have proof."
Chapter completed!