"Are we still responsible for deleting comments?" Yun Tuan was slightly surprised.
"No, it was deleted by the blogger. The company can do whatever it wants as much as the company charges." 888 is still switching between various trumpets, outputting while giving likes to the previous rainbow fart.
"742, it doesn't matter if you can't remember it right now. Your numbers are of good quality. Come and like them and let my comments stay in the front row."
Yun Tuan nodded, feeling as if he had just entered Jing's and was pushed away by an old employee.
She imitated 888 and called up a row of account lists from her shoulder.
Among the series of IDs, there are many big V accounts with hundreds of thousands of fans.
She switched accounts and kept likes.
Yun Tuan couldn't understand that since he was already a professional zombie fan, he had to use this time-consuming and labor-intensive way to generate comments for a group of independent data - why didn't Xiaoxiangzhu Company design a few more dynamic programs?
?
She has seen a small program written by Jing Yu, which runs automatically when opened, and can generate a large number of paragraphs in a few seconds.
I have seen Yun Tuan, and his literary talent is better than hers.
Where is the need to go through so much trouble as now?
Has technology regressed?
She, 888, what are those weird things in the dark?
"742, you have done a good job in maintaining your account. The weight is so high. If you give me a like, my comments will immediately rush to the front!" 888 sighed and continued to post rainbow farts.
The few questioning comments that Yun Tuan just saw have been deleted.
"Shall we only write this article?"
"No, go and look at other marketing accounts. They should also have issued relevant press releases. If you find that the copywriting is exactly the same without even changing the typos, write down the ID and report it to the company."
"Are these marketing accounts all from our company?" Yun Tuan asked casually while recording.
She browsed quickly, trying to find some information about cyborgs.
But 888 was watching from the side, and it would be strange for her to suddenly search for a biochemical person - could she say that she received an oracle in her dream, asking her to find a powerful and handsome biochemical person that is unparalleled in the world?
It will be regarded as a fault and returned to the factory for repair or destroyed in place...
"Of course not, we have a competitive relationship. By disclosing this information to customers, we can eliminate some of our opponents."
888 replied, turning his head 270 degrees in a strange way, "You speak strangely, why do you look so human? Could it be that you..."
Yun Tuan became nervous all of a sudden. This was her first time impersonating this kind of artificial intelligence, and it was possible that the machine's tone of voice might not be the same as hers.
"Did you secretly study behind my back? Why are you so human? The end-of-year assessment will leave me far behind in second place, right? Stop being involved, we are just zombie fans!"
888 was filled with righteous indignation, so angry that even the machine voice trembled slightly, giving it a bit of a human touch.
Yun Tuan breathed a sigh of relief and shook her head, "Will I be praised for imitating humans? I'm just a zombie fan, and I can't really become a human."
But the next second, 888 took off his own head.
Yun Tuan was stunned for a moment. He didn't see any bloody scenes, only some glowing chips and codes.
More, there are "0..." with green light
It’s actually binary.
888 put the keyboard projected in mid-air back into his iron belly, and then sloppily pressed his head on the iron bucket. The smile on his soft white face gradually disappeared, and he suddenly said with great seriousness: "No, we will become humans.
Yes, one day."
Somehow, the clouds suddenly became creepy. A group of data said this, and to her, it was like——
A crayfish that was about to be cooked suddenly pressed its pincers against the ground, raised its head, and uttered human words: "One day, you will appear on my family's diet."