Cyberpunk: From Dogville to Legend

Chapter 443 The Dike Breaks (Part 3)

cold? !

where?

With all the program packages removed, the hacker leader was now nothing more than a string of insignificant code in front of the lark—code of this magnitude was as easy as the ocean washing away a castle on the beach.
Although the lark was roaring fiercely at the sky, its hands were moving directly towards the black-robed hacker.

The built-in program is also inserted into her personality consciousness. If the hacker in front of her is not dealt with, then the chain stuck in her head may be used by Rin who is coming soon.

The moment the hacker looked up, he saw a huge, ghostly figure that rivaled the programmatic AI that was Blackwall!
"Holy shit..."

However, the data attack by the Nightingale came first!

The data from the Nightingale contains a large amount of redundant malicious AI from outside the Great Firewall. If it were to enter an implant or brain-computer interface, it would quickly explode and become its final destination.

however--

A red and black hand suddenly appeared above the hacker. The lark's hand seemed to be corroded by something, and the hand made of data particles began to collapse rapidly, seeping into the huge phantom hand above.

The hacker closed his eyes and awaited his death...

One second, two seconds...

The hacker slowly opened his eyes. Since the clash of data in cyberspace does not produce a deafening boom, the hacker did not hear a sound.

As the gurgling sound of data flowing slowly filled his ears, he witnessed the most magnificent sight he had ever seen in cyberspace.

The data being eliminated flowed slowly around him, making him feel as if he were enveloped in it…

"This guy...?"

The man in black seemed to realize that the so-called giant phantom was trying to save him.

Is this Rin... no, the enemy that New America suffered a crushing defeat in cyberspace? The man in black robes didn't believe that such a massive amount of data was a projection of Rin's consciousness; he was more inclined to believe that it was the creator of the Soul Killer, Otto Cunningham!

"Considering this guy risked his life to leave me a backdoor—"

Rin silently watched the hacker who had almost no defenses, and kicked him out of the network before he even had a second to react.

Of the New American hackers wiped out by the Lark, only that guy remains...

"So you're planning to use that hacker's backdoor? You won't have access to that backdoor now that he's dead, right?"

Ultraman has always been good at seeing through the essence of things.

Lin Yue just smiled and said, "There is a way. Isn't it a good thing to keep him alive and see what Miles has done? People who know I'm alive won't dare to come after me, but I want these companies to know that they still have enemies within the network."

As they were speaking, the mournful cry of a lark came from below.

Lin Yue's data was destroyed too quickly. The series of attacks by the Nightingale using AI from outside the Great Firewall and the Black Wall algorithm were quickly dismantled. In the Nightingale's cyber network image, her entire black and red data palm seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

Having extensive experience fighting roaming AIs outside the wall, Lin Yue wouldn't give the Lark any chance to take advantage; the data spores that fell to the ground would be devoured and erased in the first instant.

As the lark tried to retreat beyond the black wall, the chain firmly pinned to her forehead was pulled by the illusory hand!
Wow!

The taut chains felt like they were about to pull the lark's soul out. Lin Yue looked at the strange state of the lark's consciousness projection and felt a little hesitant.

The lark's personality hadn't been completely eradicated; death was a kind of relief for her.

"Fuck you! Rin—"

The lark, its head thrown back by the chains, cursed Lin Yue like a defeated man about to be hanged. Meanwhile, Ultraman had already circled around to the outside of the black wall, and the lark's phantom flickered incessantly on the other side of the wall.

Ott looked down at her feet and noticed an unusual clue.

Without notifying Lin Yue, she crushed a data stream with her hand…

"Completely annihilating the lark, something is trying to transform her into an AI, using... a soul killer?"

Lin Yue heard Otto's soft murmur and frowned, thinking carefully.

"It is Night, Ultraman."

"Remember when the Night Clan ambushed Lucy at NCX? Michiko Arakasaka used the Soul Killer instance, and the Night Clan may have taken that thing."

Otto suddenly realized that she clearly didn't even remember it.

This process will take a few minutes. Lin Yue has already ignored the curses from the AI-generated lark. As long as this secret cyber weapon of the new America is completely destroyed, the entire operation will be completely completed.

The heavy burden in my heart will be greatly reduced...

The thought that Rebecca would soon have a chance to recover made Lin Yue feel much better, and he became even more strict with the control of the Nightingale program.

"cold?"

The consciousness projection that was being held back by chains suddenly emitted the voice of a normal human.

Lin Yue's gaze shifted to the tiny projection of the hacker's consciousness below, clearly not expecting the Nightingale's original personality to awaken at this moment.

Ultraman's voice suddenly rang out—

"Don't look at her!"

By the time Lin Yue realized what was happening, Song Zhaomei, who had used the data from the Black Wall to construct the consciousness cage, had pulled Lin Yue into that cage, which resembled a collection of thousands of parallel spaces.

Lin Yue stood in a room constructed of red and black data. He had experienced this half-real and half-virtual scene before, but this time...

Looking at the girl living a normal life in the room in the distance, Lin Yue knew that that was the true personality of the Nightingale.

However, there is an insurmountable gap between virtual and real data, and Lin Yue is merely watching a giant holographic movie like an outsider...

In the area where data is clearly quantifiable, another "lark" leans ominously against the window, with blackened eye sockets, bright red pupils, and a body heavily modified with military technology.

She was also observing herself.

To be precise, the AI ​​residing in the lark's brain is scrutinizing whether the creature in front of it is a human or data.

It's been two years.

The situation was more complicated than Lin Yue had imagined.

The lark's self-awareness is inextricably intertwined with that of the AI, and the black wall has become the lark's main area of ​​activity. This has led to the lark's increasingly severe self-awareness disorder, making it impossible for it to give up on its own life.

Looking at the parallel space before him, densely packed with squares stacked to an endless expanse, Lin Yue, with his near-omnipotent understanding of data and code, quickly located the location of the Lark's true consciousness—

"help me."

Caught off guard, Lin Yue's wrist was grabbed by the highly prosthetic lark.

Looking at the haggard face of the woman in front of him, he felt as if she were a glass vessel about to shatter.

"You've taken away my chance to live. Please have mercy on me this once."

"Kill me..."

The man before me was calm, his eyes filled with a detached calmness as if he were looking at an inanimate object.

As the red data seeped into his body, Lin Yue slowly raised his other hand. The lark panicked and tried to remove her hand from Lin Yue's wrist.

The black prosthetic hand had already firmly gripped the lark's wrist.

"He really is incorrigible..."

"You AIs."

In Lin Yue's eyes, there was no longer any lark, only a red data outline, surrounded by drifting black particles.

"What are you?! Answer me!"

The lark stared wide-eyed like a demon. Perhaps in the eyes of the AI ​​outside the wall, the cockroach that could be crushed at will could detect the intrusion of the wandering AI and was even beginning to fight back.

This is what omniscience and omnipotence at the data level are all about. Lin Yue's understanding of the characteristics of AI instilled a sense of fear in those outside the Great Firewall who despised the projection of human consciousness.

"With me in front of you, how can you still have the mind to operate the equipment elsewhere?"

Lin Yue turned his gaze downwards, the data surging in his eyes already giving him complete control over all of the AI ​​Lark's actions.

"Impossible... You're a program! You absolutely are!"

Lin Yue looked at the data spreading beneath the lark's feet, then grabbed the back of the lark's head with his other hand, pressing his forehead against the lark's, and began frantically reading the data.

"Don't!"

A sharp scream rang out, and Lin Yue felt his eardrums buzzing.

"You deliberately let me drag you into this?! Rin, you bastard!"

The AI, tainted by human malice, cursed incessantly like a resentful woman. Lin Yue saw it all; he saw deep within cyberspace, a sprawling data chain embedded in a black wall, controlling a device somewhere that was hunting down two weak humans.

Rebecca, Miles…

His temples throbbed several times.

The unobservable nature of the black wall almost allowed the lark to conceal this ultimate goal.

Did she want to kill Miles in revenge?

Just as Lin Yue was watching the two AI-modified machines chase after the two women, all the Song Zhaomeis in all the parallel universes stopped what they were doing and all looked at Lin Yue with sinister eyes…

"You want to be Miles's dog too?"

This is the real Song Zhaomei.

Lin Yue sighed, crushing the data clone beside him into data particles amidst its wails. He quietly watched the consciousness projections that were randomly rearranging and combining again. It seemed that Song Zhaomei herself was also one of the supporters of killing Miles.

"Looking for me!"

"cold!"

The song of the lark came from all directions; this was the hacker's ultimate challenge, the difficulty of decryption being like the density of data multiplied many times over during a data matrix intrusion—

In other words, Lin Yue now needs to solve a password with a power of ten or more.

Superposition cipher.

"Let's see if the Miles you want to protect dies faster, or if I do—"

The lark's resentful cry abruptly ceased!

In a small room, a tall man in a smooth silk shirt grabbed the lark by the neck—grabbing the only bird in the cage.

"and then?"

Rin exuded a deep chill; this top-tier ability to pierce through data had an ultimate effect: [Ignoring Protocols].

To Lin Yue, any illusions the lark used were merely data; no matter how flashy its appearance, that remained unchanged. Only the projection of human consciousness was different…

Song Zhaomei, whose throat was being choked, made a series of exhalations.

Lin Yue's data had locked onto her; taking action was just a matter of a moment.

"Song Zhaomei, I sympathize with you."

"You were the only weapon the new America possessed that could confront me... or rather, you used to be."

"You can seek out the Neural Matrix to survive, and we will have a fair chance to live... But when I first met you, you were toying with others."

“Expensive trust should not be exploited in this way.”

“You, me, Li De… and Rebecca.”

again?
Song Zhaomei didn't understand why the man before her was so wary of her. Her first flawless lie had been easily exposed, and her supposedly excellent ability to obfuscate information was utterly useless.

"I lost... I was hoping to find a chance to survive by defeating you."

"The chance to start over has never existed... right?"

Song Zhaomei looked like a pitiful kitten, the chilling red data in her eyes corroding her.

Rin pursed her lips.

The world is inherently cruel. Perhaps the lark will follow the original story, but some people will still have to pay the price of losing everything.

“Yes, Song Zhaomei exists.”

Lin Yue grabbed the data chain in the room, stopping the robot that Song Zhaomei was controlling to attack Miles and Rebecca.

This state only lasted a few seconds. Lin Yue could no longer see the two of them and could only silently wish Rebecca all the best.

Song Zhaomei raised her eyes—

"But you wasted it."

His eyes looked dead again.

Lin Yue said calmly, "The Ye family is a puppet company supported by data. It is essentially the same as the thing that wants to devour you, only the target of their scheme has changed."

"I'm in so much pain, Rin."

The lark slumped to its knees on the ground, utterly dejected.

"Please, kill me."

Lin Yue nodded.

“Yes, this is a relief for you. In any case... the Black Wall cannot be controlled by Miles. Her ambition is willing to bear all the blame.”

Song Zhaomei murmured, "You are the smartest hacker I've ever met, even more like a program hacker than me... Can you tell me why?"

"Is it the power that the largest entity provides you?"

Lin Yue didn't mince words, "Yes, she was the one who saved me from the crisis in cyberspace. We both had our own purposes, but now..."

"I understand the structure of the network."

The lark closed its eyes.

"Rin, I hope she can be rescued."

With a nod, the illusion shattered.

Lin Yue watched from the high data layer of the cybernetic network as the body on the giant head of the lark slowly fell, the trail of data flames behind it resembling a footless bird that was constantly flying and was finally about to crash into this dark and calm sea.

Birds fly their whole lives, but they also die in the sky.

Goodbye, Song Zhaomei.

Lin Yue sighed softly.

Until the Lark's consciousness was projected and splashed into the bottom layer of the cyber network's data ocean, becoming a part of the world she roamed.

Ultraman, who was watching all this from outside the wall, slowly relaxed his tightly clenched hands.

That guy was both kind and cruel.

Many times, Ultraman couldn't figure out what Rin was going to do, but... he only cared about one thing: anyone who tried to stop him and that Lai Xuan's plan had to make way or be eliminated.

"Should we give it our all and let the Blackwall protocol repair itself, or should we send this AI over the Blackwall to be eliminated?"

Lin Yue was asking Otto a question.

Ott raised his hand and listened to Lin Yue's words, saying, "The latter is more secure. It's inevitable that New America has also installed backdoors in AI. I will do a thorough disinfection, the kind that involves a full scan."

"I will process the servers I'm probing one by one, which will take a while."

The lark, howling and roaring, was torn apart by Ultraman. Her body was only half the size of Ultraman's, and she was held up by Ultraman with one hand, like a saint.

Lin Yue scanned the surrounding area to see if there were any omissions, and only after confirming that there were no hidden adverse consequences did he slowly exit the cyberspace.

In the annihilated sea of ​​data, filled with chaotic and useless data, a tangible hand slowly emerged from the data, spewing out photons.

He looked like an ordinary hacker with indistinct features, except that he was surrounded by a blue aura, the same kind as the blue-eyed man…

Blue chains appeared and disappeared within the data, until…

Inside the black wall.

He yanked hard, and the almost unchanged black wall began to bulge with data!

"The Lark Protocol can still be preserved. The Black Wall made a mistake in its judgment. Those two entities did not detect that the Lark Protocol had been tampered with."

"The plan has been moved up..."

"We will detonate the dam!"

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(End of this chapter)