Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

The next second, he felt a slight weight in his palm.

Looking down, a palm-sized, silver-white metal box appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, a message entered my mind.

"The initial source code for Skynet has been distributed. The carrier is a quantum storage unit. Tapping the top three times will activate data projection, which the technical team can then read and copy. The master recognition process will automatically bind to the first connector upon initial launch."

Murphy held the small box, feeling the cool touch in his palm, hoping that old Jameson wouldn't disappoint him.

Murphy placed the box on his desk, took a deep breath, and called softly towards the door.

"Jansen, come in."

The door was pushed open almost immediately.

"The boss?"

Murphy didn't say anything, but simply gestured with his chin toward the desk.

Old Jameson's gaze fell on the small silver box. He paused for a moment, then quickly walked over, bent down, and looked closely.

"This is……"

He reached out his hand, but then pulled it back and looked up at Murphy.

"Boss, may I pick it up and take a look?"

Murphy nodded.

Only then did old Jameson carefully reach out and pick up the small box with both hands.

He examined it over and over, his fingers groping along the smooth surface, trying to find a joint or gap.

"Quantum storage units... I've only ever seen pictures of these in UEG's technical journals. They're supposedly used to store top-level core secrets... Boss, where did you get them?"

Murphy didn't answer the question, but just gestured with his lip: "Open it and take a look."

"How do I open it?"

Old James held the box, looking completely bewildered.

Tap the top three times.

Old James did as he was told.

I tapped the top of the box three times with my thumb.

The next second, a faint blue light appeared on the surface of the box.

Immediately afterwards, a palm-sized holographic projection rose from the center of the box and hovered about twenty centimeters above the box surface.

It was a series of dense lines of code scrolling rapidly.

Upon seeing this, old Jameson's eyes widened instantly.

"This...this...this algorithm logic, this underlying interface writing...this is real! This is real AI source code!!!"

Perhaps due to excessive excitement, old James's voice cracked, and he spun around in place several times while holding the box, almost tripping over the chair.

Murphy stood up, walked to his side, and looked at Jason seriously. "Can you handle this?"

Old James nodded vigorously.

"Yes! Yes!! Boss, just give me enough equipment, three days, no, two days! Two days is enough!"

"Okay, make a list of what you need, and Garcia will do his best to assist you in purchasing it. Use any equipment you have in the factory that you can. If you need more manpower, just let me know."

“But Jason,” Murphy said, his gaze fixed on old Jason, “this is the most important thing I’ve done since I took over the factory, do you understand?”

Old Jameson held the box and nodded vigorously.

"I understand, boss. I'll stake my life on it and make sure this gets done."

Murphy patted him on the shoulder. "Go ahead."

"clear!"

With Murphy's approval, old Jason carefully carried the box out of the office, then practically ran away.

If Jason Spoelstra can successfully build Skynet, it means that from today onwards, he will have eyes that never tire and a brain that will never betray him.

Factory production data, material flow, personnel dynamics...

Environmental control, energy allocation, and ecological cycle monitoring in future vertical farms...

Even the simulations and calculations of certain plans and equipment projects...

All of these can be handed over to Skynet.

He will possess decision-making advantages that most people in this era cannot imagine.

All he needs to do is wait two more days.

However, he was thinking about something else: whether or not he should spend the remaining 1000 faith points. Looking at the white treasure chest in the shop that only cost 1000 points, Murphy suddenly felt a little itchy.

Although his luck was ridiculously bad before he transmigrated, that was before he transmigrated. The fact that he even encountered the transmigration itself proves that he is a person of great fortune.

Opening a treasure chest shouldn't be too difficult, right?

Without hesitation, Murphy clicked the redemption button.

The next second, a silver-white sphere appeared in Murphy's palm, and then a surge of information flooded into Murphy's brain.

Murphy's mouth then widened even further.

He has always been a staunch atheist.

He didn't believe in any God. Even if he were to believe, as a person from southern Fujian before he traveled through time, he should have believed in the Jade Emperor or Mazu.

But now all Murphy wants to say is, God, from today onwards, I am your third son.

Two days later.

Deep inside the factory's production area, old Jason was standing in front of a metal door, holding a tablet in his hand, while Murphy and Garcia stood beside him.

"Boss, it's ready."

Murphy nodded.

The metal door slid open, and a blast of cold air, mixed with the smell of ozone and coolant, rushed out.

The room is not big, about 60 square meters, but it is now crammed full of various devices.

In the very center are three two-meter-tall black server racks, and to the side is a full-wall storage array.

Thick power lines and cooling pipes hung down from the ceiling, connecting to the humming industrial-grade air conditioner in the corner.

The most eye-catching thing is the wall directly opposite the entrance.

A huge flexible display screen is hanging on the wall, currently in standby mode.

Several technicians were gathered around the server, doing final checks.

"Boss, this way please."

Old Johnson led Murphy to the display screen.

Then he turned around, nodded to the technicians, and said, "One last check."

"Yes, sir!"

A moment later, the technicians began their report:

"Power interface is normal."

"Data links are working smoothly."

"Storage array is online."

"Core computing node started, self-test passed."

Having confirmed there were no problems, Old Johnson took a deep breath, took out the small silver box from his pocket, and gently tapped the top three times. The box emitted a blue light, and the holographic projection reappeared.

Then, old Jensen carried the box to the server host, where there was an interface that also glowed blue.

"Boss, this final step is up to you."

Murphy glanced at him, walked over, took the box, and asked, "Where do you put it?"

Old James pointed to that interface.

Murphy aligned the box with the connector and gently pushed it in.

"Click".

A soft sound.

The lights in the room flickered suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, the three servers simultaneously emitted a low hum, and the indicator lights on the storage array began to flash wildly.

Then the screen lit up.

Lines of code begin to scroll down from top to bottom.

A few seconds later, the scrolling stopped, and a line of white text appeared on the screen.