Reborn in 2010, the AI ​​in my mind is too powerful.

On the Atlantic Ocean, aboard the French nuclear submarine Le Triomphant, which was sailing silently along the way, Captain Jérôme Latigé was suddenly awakened from a dream. He quickly touched his neck as he got up.

Lately, he's been having nightmares about being killed by robots in various ways, such as having his neck chopped off, being cut in half at the waist, or even being swung around in the air dozens of times while being grabbed by the ankles, causing his brains to be shaken until he dies.

He picked up the water bottle next to him, took a couple of sips of water, and then picked up the walkie-talkie on the wall to contact the command center.

"How's it going? Have you received any new orders?"

The deputy captain said with some helplessness, "There are no new orders. Although I am very reluctant to admit it, I have a feeling that our high command may have really been wiped out."

Jerome Lattig gave a wry smile and comforted him, "Never mind, I was just asking casually. To put it another way, even if there were new orders now, we'd have to think for ages about whether they're real or fake. Forget it, how far are we from New York now?"

"3 nautical miles to go. We've stopped here as you instructed. Shall we surface and listen to a radio broadcast from the American mainland?"

Jerome Latig glanced at his watch, realized it was already dark, and replied, "Wait for me to come to the command room."

After washing his face and giving himself several mental pep talks in front of the mirror, Jérôme Lattig walked out of the room with a smile. His subordinates, who encountered him on the way, felt much more at ease upon seeing him.

Upon arriving at the command center, Jerome waved gracefully and said, "Maintain the depth of 300 meters and deploy the communication buoy; we may be staying here for quite some time."

Upon hearing this, communications soldier Hugo quickly took action, releasing a moored buoy connected to a cable, which slowly rose to the surface of the water.

Under the tense gaze of everyone on the ship, communications officer Hugo turned on the shortwave radio. They searched it out and heard something that completely shattered their worldview.

"This is Maine WBCQ, 5130 / 6160 / 7490 waiting for you 24 hours a day! Okay, let's get back to the previous topic, why is Chen Yiran a god?"

If we think about it carefully, why is it that our Holy Alliance of Humanity is still able to resist marine life? It all stems from the efforts of the aurora borealis. In every sense, Chen Yiran seems to have been sent by God to save us!

Of course, the God we're talking about isn't the God the Europeans talk about. We should say it's a far deeper, more incomprehensible force that brought Chen Yiran to lead us in winning this racial war, and even venturing into deep space!

We can't let orcas and dolphins go just because they look cute! We must kill them all!

Next, we'll have a discussion session. Although many people enjoy immersing themselves in Oasis these days, there are probably quite a few people like me who don't really like going into Oasis and instead spend most of their time working in real life.

I think when I'm about to die, I'll have plenty of time to enjoy the oasis. So, if I make more money now, I'll be able to live more peacefully then.

Okay, now everyone can call in and let's have a good chat about this topic!

Jerome frowned and waved his hand, and the communications officer Hugo quickly changed the frequency.

"I believe Chen Yiran is our messiah! I've said before that the Jews in Israel are wrong, and their atrocities against the Palestinians will be punished! And now it has come true!"

It's time to tell the truth: God doesn't favor us. When we break our vows to God and abandon our previous codes of conduct, God will not make an exception and continue to protect us.

Only by following in the footsteps of Messiah Chen Yiran can we survive future disasters.

Jerome asked, completely bewildered, "What the hell is this?! American shortwave radio stations, what kind of monsters are these?"

Signalman Hugo explained, "In the United States, there aren't really any proper shortwave radio stations. Most of them are rented by religious groups to spread their doctrines. Americans themselves don't use radios much, and even when they do, it's usually in cities using AM."

Should we listen to AM? Even though the signal isn't great tonight, we should be able to pick up New York news channels.

"Then hurry up and fix it, what kind of mess is this?"

Communications officer Hugo quickly operated the system, connected to AM, glanced at his notebook, and tuned to WINS, New York's only 24-hour news channel.

Half an hour later, everyone in the command center looked grim.

They had considered that they had been betrayed by artificial intelligence, and that if they lost, they could accept it. So many movies have told us that robots are very powerful!

But now it seems that it was actually taken care of by a few fish?

The chief engineer frowned and asked, "Is it possible that all these broadcasts are just a lie? That the robots have actually taken over the whole world! Even America has fallen!"

For a moment, Jérôme thought it wasn't so bad, at least it made France seem less inferior, but he immediately dismissed the idea.

"Impossible. What are you trying to fool us for? If the whole world has really fallen, what would we be worth fooling? Besides, even if they really are just trying to lure us in, we might as well give them our lives. If the whole world has fallen, what can a nuclear submarine like us possibly fight for?"

Let's think about how to contact them. It seems there's definitely a big problem in France right now. We can't use our military satellites to contact the outside world, or they'll be intercepted.

Although we are very close to the US coastline, we still need to be cautious. The other side may be killer whales or dolphins, whose underwater advantages may be more exaggerated than we imagine. It is not impossible that they are waiting for us off the coast.

We can't just barge in; what if the Americans open fire? After all, without contacting them, they can't tell whether we're being controlled by humans or by that Azure thing.

The first mate suggested, "Why don't we just go to the international distress signaling frequency and ask them to send troops to pick us up?"

Everyone fell silent. It was a solution, but it was a bit embarrassing and not very secure. If there were robots sent by Azure within a few hundred nautical miles, they would definitely be monitoring this channel.

The chief engineer thought for a moment and said, "How about we follow the traditional procedure? Find a merchant ship to relay the message on VHF channel 16?"

Jerome thought for a moment and nodded: "VHF (156–162 MHz) is line-of-sight propagation, a straight-line propagation, which is blocked by the curvature of the Earth. The communication distance from a surface submarine antenna at periscope depth to another ship is about 30 to 50 kilometers, with a ceiling limit of only a few tens of kilometers."

The chances of us being discovered are very slim. Finding an American merchant ship and having them help contact the US government is a good idea.

Do you have any other ideas? If not, let's use this method.

Hugo, the communications officer beside him, hesitated for a few seconds before raising his hand and saying, "Reporting, Captain! I'm reporting! Sergeant Major Raynor secretly brought a Starlink terminal up!"

Sheng Nabing, who had been watching the drama unfold, stared in disbelief at his friend of twenty-five years. He then immediately stood up and saluted.

"I'm reporting that Hugo, the communications soldier, isn't innocent either! We bought it together! We secretly bought it from a smuggler at the harbor last time! We were afraid it would be stolen if we left it in the dormitory, so we brought it up here."

Jérôme had no time to mourn the deterioration of French military discipline; a better plan immediately came to mind.

"You mean we can just use Starlink to find people?"

Communications officer Hugo said with a smile, "That's what I mean, Captain. Although we brought the equipment on board against the rules, we haven't used it, so it shouldn't be considered a violation, right?"

"Speak your mind now. With Faraday gone, I can't even get you two to a military court."

"Alright, Captain, we'll just put the Starlink into the mooring buoy and replace the equipment we used to use to contact French satellites. There's plenty of space."

After it floats up and starts up, it will automatically find satellites. We'll connect to the internet via a wired connection. Starlink uses the Ku/Ka band, and its phased array narrow beam only points towards satellites at two degrees. The probability of its main lobe being intercepted by the sea or air is extremely low. Although transmitting and receiving signals is still easily exposed, it's still a very good solution.

Moreover, since we can access the internet directly, we don't need to contact the US government anymore, giving us a better option!

After all, the US government wouldn't react quickly either; they'd probably need to hold a meeting to discuss whether we genuinely came here for refuge, or if the whole thing was a setup by Azure.

Jerome exclaimed in shock, "You're not talking about Chen Yiran, are you?! How did you contact him? You can't possibly leave a comment on his Twitter account, can you?"

Hugo said mysteriously, "Of course it's not Chen Yiran. Hundreds of thousands of beautiful women send him messages every day, but he never replies to a single one. I'm talking about a more famous account. Recently, it seems to have surpassed Chen Yiran in the number of followers. Moreover, it's very easy to talk to. It will reply as long as you praise it a couple of times. It's said that it answers almost every question."

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Honolulu, the core decision-making body of the Holy Alliance of Mankind is holding a small meeting.

Although Wei Lan wanted to talk to Chen Yiran privately, after weighing the options, Chen Yiran did not bypass the alliance and took the initiative to bring up the matter so that everyone could discuss it together.

After all, Chen Yiran had always hoped that this would become a truly effective international organization, rather than a superficial organization like the United Nations.

If Azure is actually being manipulative, claiming to have a secret conversation with him but then having other allies expose it, it could create a crisis of trust among the allies, which would be very troublesome.

Amy Zegart has been appointed as Aurora's representative in the alliance, and is now working with the other four representatives to discuss countermeasures.

Chen Yiran lay sprawled on the boss's chair. The meeting had been going on for ten minutes, but he had been playing games on Oasis in his mind for nine minutes.

Jasmine, on the other hand, was standing on the table, looking like she was trying hard to participate in the discussion.

But it's just that Jasmine is good at multitasking; she spends 99% of her attention replying to Twitter followers' comments.

Jasmine was very happy because yesterday her number of fans finally surpassed Chen Yiran's!

It has been waiting for this day for so long!

It was worth it; when Catherine was speaking that day, he had the exhibition staff find him an angle to stand under the stage, so he was perfectly captured at the edge of the camera lens.

As Catherine spoke, it shook its head, its cuteness revealing a touch of determination, and it even tried to jump around when everyone cheered.

Heaven rewards the hard-working AI, which has finally become the world's number one internet celebrity.

Fans need to be cultivated! Jasmine started extorting money from Aurora's various data centers, chatting with millions of fans at the same time every moment.

Although there are still some people complaining, it's no longer as easily offended as it used to be, and it no longer needs to go to Chen Yiran to complain.

It's a one-stop shop: blacklisting, researching, flagging in the background, and secretly sabotaging them! From now on, they'll trip and fall even when walking in place on Oasis. And if anyone wants to use Aurora's technology, they'll be charged extra without warning!

Amidst a deluge of information, a single account caught its attention.

"Hello Jasmine! I'm your fan. My name is Hugo, and I'm a communications officer on the French nuclear submarine Le Triomphant. We're about 300 nautical miles off the east coast of the United States. You can find our exact location using the data, right? Could you please help us? We'd like to seek refuge in the United States and tell you about our past experiences."

Could you help me contact the US government? I'm worried they might have questions about us. Our ship is staffed entirely by civilians; we haven't been infiltrated.

The user then posted a photo of the inside of the submarine, along with several group photos of the crew.

Hugo deliberately highlighted him and his childhood friend Reno with arrows, and the two of them smiled broadly when taking the photo.

The other people all looked somewhat helpless.

Jasmine quickly replied, "Don't worry, I'll protect my fans! I'll send someone to pick you up right away!"