My own war game

Chapter 450 Touching the Possibility of the Future

In 1972, in a small port town in the Hamburg area of ​​Germany.

The warm sea breeze blew in from the window, white seabirds glided low in the sky, and there was a faint scent of roses in the air.

A Mercedes-Benz car drove along the path, startling a flock of seabirds.

Jima left her Mercedes Benz and walked straight into a small gray villa with a bouquet in her hand.

A children's stroller was parked on the lawn planted with long, hardy Nordic grass, and He Chi was sitting beside it, fiddling with a household lawn mower.

"Hi, how are you? I'm here to pick up Xiao Heran." The British girl walked over with a smile.

"I'm so sorry that I have to make you come here alone." He Chi picked up a rag and wiped the oil off his hands, then stood up with some apology.

"It's okay. I just happened to go see Mr. Guderian. He seems to be recovering well after his last illness."

After saying that, Jima put down the flowers in her hand and bent down to tease the baby in the car.

"Xiao Heran, did you miss me? I brought a gift. Guess what it is?"

The one-year-old child has inherited his mother's eye color and his father's black hair. Like most mixed-race children, he looks very cute.

Seeing the familiar face at this moment, he smiled happily, stretched out his white and tender little hand to touch Jima's pocket, and then took out a small thing - a ladies' miniature pistol.

"Oh, God, that's not it." Jima frantically took the pistol back, and then stuffed a small toy in before the baby started crying.

The sobbing stopped abruptly, and the child's attention was drawn to the object in his hand.

"Is it too late for me to change my mind now?" He Chi joked when he saw the flustered Jima.

"No, you promised me that you would let He Ran accompany me on the weekend." The British girl then bent down with a sweet smile, picked up the baby, and carefully put it in the car. A special woman was responsible for looking after the baby at the side.

Before getting in the car, Jima lowered her voice quietly, "He, there is news from England that the royal heir is born, and it's a girl."

After saying that, Jima carefully observed He Chi's facial expression.

"What great news. Tell Margaret later that she shouldn't continue going crazy outside and take this opportunity to go back and take a look." He Chi looked calm, with no sign of any emotional change.

Jima checked He Chi's condition again and breathed a sigh of relief after not finding any flaws.

"Okay, here we go. We'll be back next Monday. Happy Anniversary!"

Jima's car left with the baby. He Chi put down the rag in his hand, washed his hands, and returned to the restaurant to tidy up the tableware, but he seemed a little absent-minded.

From the clinking sounds coming from the kitchen, it seemed that Christine's cooking skills had not improved significantly.

But He Chi had no intention of helping.

No matter how long you have been together, there are always some experiences that you can only slowly understand after living together. Not showing up when the other person is embarrassed is a little trick He Chi has mastered recently.

"Have Jima and the baby left?" Christine half leaned out.

"I just left and will spend the weekend at Swan Castle." He Chi replied.

"Oh, wait a minute, dinner will be ready soon."

By the time dinner was ready, about three hours had passed.

Christine brought the stew to the table wearing cotton gloves, then pulled her hair up and sat on the other half of the table.

The seafood soup was served with lamb chops with herbs and vegetable salad, and the dessert was tiramisu made with her own recipe.

"Try it." Christine handed He Chi a spoon.

“The seasoning is very good, and the taste is getting better and better. The only problem is that the oysters were stewed a little too long. They could be put into the pot a little later.” Appropriate suggestions make the praise seem more genuine.

The two chatted casually about some trivial matters, mostly some interesting stories between neighbors, interspersed with a few not-so-funny jokes that He Chi happened to remember. The whole atmosphere was warm and comfortable.

The news is being broadcast on TV.

"The Munich Olympics are underway and the German Olympic Organizing Committee's security issues are once again being questioned."

"Last night, at least nine armed extremist group members sneaked into Berlin through normal channels. The entire German security force did not respond, allowing the armed personnel to successfully climb over the fence and enter the Olympic Village."

"When the militants were about to enter the athletes' dormitory, they were suddenly attacked by unidentified people. Then the two sides started a gunfight. The German security forces arrived 20 minutes later and arrested the relevant personnel. The other party in the firefight mysteriously disappeared."

"This is the third case in recent years where a mysterious armed group has prevented a terrorist attack. While people are disappointed with the German government, they are also very curious about this mysterious armed group..."

Click! The TV volume was turned down.

"You were right again. The Berlin branch completed its mission very well." Christine cut a piece of lamb chop and said softly.

"It's expected." He Chi drank another spoonful of seafood soup without being surprised at all.

A few minutes later, Christine put down the knife in her hand and said, "He, you know what? Many people in the organization used to regard you as a god."

"How could that be? I'm not those weird guys from ten years ago." He Chi laughed in silence.

"Of course, you don't think so, but there are still many people who hold this view." Then the French girl pointed to the report on the screen.
"We just received relevant intelligence and speculated that someone might cause trouble in Berlin, but you arranged for people to wait there a few days ago and even planned an evacuation route. In the eyes of the people below, you are like a prophet."

"I don't age, I can often predict the future, and I can perform miracles from time to time..."

"Wait, when did I ever play a miracle?"

"Don't you know? Ten years ago, when something happened underwater, no one felt that there was any other explanation except a miracle." Christine raised her fork to remind the other party.

“That time, I also felt it was amazing.”
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Boom! ! ! Boom! ! !
Two electromagnetic torpedoes passed by each other at high speed, but were eventually dodged by the opponent who was also maneuvering at high speed.

Sound cannot be transmitted well underwater, and the explosions only left traces of fluctuations on the Soviet sonar screen.

"So fast! What is this?!" The Soviet commander stared at the jumping signal on the screen in disbelief.

"Voiceprint recognition, one of the ships was confirmed to be the George Washington, the other one is unclear for the time being." "Are the two sides at war?"

"Yes, Comrade Commander!"

"Load the torpedoes! Get ready for battle!"

"Yes, sir, commander. However, it may be difficult for us to intervene in a battle of this speed. The speed is too fast, and a rash attack may even hurt the other side." The adjutant reminded.

Looking at the ever-changing signals, the commander fell silent.

The Soviet nuclear submarine was born not long ago, and the relevant underwater tactical experience is more concentrated in the exercise manual, and there has never been a real record of a battle between nuclear submarines in the world before.

The situation before him was beyond his relevant experience. In the commander's cognition, underwater submarine battles were assassins deceiving each other in the dark, slow, treacherous, and full of danger.

The two submarines on the opposite side did the exact opposite. They did not hide themselves at all and seemed to make destroying the other side their top priority, chasing and attacking each other at high speed.

Although they could not see it with their own eyes, Soviet technicians could clearly see from the sonar images the huge chaos caused by the battle between the two sides.

The conclusion is that there is no strategy at all. In the words of a Soviet technician, "It's like two great white sharks chasing and tearing each other apart."

Two similar submarine signals were constantly chasing each other, signals of torpedo explosions appeared again and again, and the submarine signals of both sides were even confused and indistinguishable at one point.

Then at some point, the chaos suddenly stopped and the signal on the sonar screen went quiet again.

"Is the battle over? Who won?" The same question lingered in the Soviet army's mind.

"Sir, something seems to be floating up!" The soldier reported loudly while pressing the sonar headset.

"This ship is surfacing! Other ships remain alert."

"Drain the ballast water, the buoyancy is gradually increasing, the cylinder system is activated, and we are ready to float!"

Splash! The Soviet submarine surfaced, startling a group of water birds at sea.

"Check around! Is there anything there?!" the commander gave the order, and a soldier opened the lid and stepped onto the back of the submarine.

"Comrade Commander, look there!" A sharp-eyed soldier saw some shiny objects floating on the shimmering water.

Some broken pieces of metal and bits of soundproof rubber, with some letters printed on a larger board.

USS GeorgeWashington……

Night in the waters near Cuba.

The water was rolling on the sea surface, and the Minerva resurfaced on the sea surface, with obvious scratches appearing on its originally smooth surface.

The ventilation system was turned on and fresh air from outside re-entered the cabin.

Inside the submarine, He Chi was the first to open his eyes. What he saw was a mess, with members scattered all over the place, and some papers and small objects flying everywhere.

He Chi stood up and found that the people around him were not in danger of life. He propped himself up and looked around.

Da da da~~ Da da da~~~
The paper tape communicator started working again, and at the same time, the little spider robot jumped down from the operating table with its hands dancing.

He Chi picked up the paper tape with a short sentence written on it.
"I killed it!"
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Inside the Minerva submarine, a special conversation is taking place.

"KITT, where is the USS Washington?" He Chi's question was brief and straightforward.

"Destroyed. The probability of target repair is less than 0.5 thousandths." These words were typed quickly on the paper tape machine.

"You operated it?"

"correct."

"Why did you bring everyone here?"

"The hull seal is damaged. We cannot continue diving below 100 meters before repair. This is the nearest land and is suitable for continuing to hide."

"When did the Minerva undergo the electronic control upgrade?"

"9273 hours, 8 minutes and 37 seconds ago, due to technical needs, AI modified the transformation drawings."

More than a year ago? That means when Minerva was still in South Africa, KITT had already awakened his self-awareness and even left himself a way out without notifying humans.

This is far beyond the level of ordinary AI. Perhaps at this moment KITT can be called truly "intelligent".

For some reason, He Chi thought of α and β from his previous memory.

A man and a machine stood facing each other, and He Chi extended his right hand towards KITT.

KITT instinctively took a step back and then relaxed his body joints.

He Chi's fingers slowly approached KITT's reset switch, and the little robot just stayed there without any resistance.

The man's hand is getting closer...

When the two were only ten centimeters apart, He Chi's right hand clenched into a fist and shook it in front of KITT's eyes.

The little spider raised his head, and for the first time, He Chi read a kind of confused emotion in his electronic eyes.

"Let's fist bump. You did such a great job this time, shouldn't we celebrate? Or is the ritual between robots a little different?"

The air became quiet and the paper tape machine next to me started to click - I don't know.

"It's okay, you'll get used to it slowly." He Chi stretched out his hand again.

KITT raised his front legs and carefully put away the sharp knife, and gently touched He Chi's fingers.

A gentle expression appeared on He Chi's face, but the next second dozens of red targets appeared in front of his retina.

(End of this chapter)