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Chapter 625 - 322: Artificial Intelligence - The Night, Secret: Cylinder Brain!_3

Chapter 625: Chapter 322: Artificial Intelligence - The Night, Secret: Cylinder Brain!_3

Sounds crazy, doesn’t it?

I think I’ve gone mad now.

When I realized I had become a camera, or some kind of even more magical gadget, I couldn’t tell if I was high or if the world had changed.

Luckily, I had leaves.

Thank God, this stuff saved me; otherwise, I would have gone insane by now.."

The mental state of the other party was worrying, and they rambled on with many nonsensical, self-directed mutterings..

Through the sparse information revealed by the other party, Brian could only make out that the era when the other party’s body underwent changes was around 1975.

This was when the second Blood Moon descended, and marked the dying breath of hippie culture...

Hippie culture actually refers to the rebellious 60s in the United States.

It was a crazy era, with freedom and rebellion as its main themes.

To express this rebellion, some people began advocating for breaking from tradition in pursuit of extreme freedom.

You want to be conservative; then we will practice free love.. However, this ultimately evolved into mass L disarray, multiple R involvements, swapping Qs..

You want to follow the rules; then we will grow long hair, not work, just hang out, listen to rock music.. But in the end, it transformed into crimes of violence, robbery, Q assaults.

In short, it was a crazy, rebellious, and chaotic era.

This era lasted for over ten years.

It was during these ten or so years of rebellion that the United States began to see a polarization in its culture.

The man in the footage was clearly a hippie.

However, by the mid-70s, hippie culture had become similar to what Brian referred to as a niche or counterculture in his past life, still recognized and even yearned for by some, but considered by the mainstream as a bunch of chaotic ruffians and scoundrels.

The man in the footage talked to himself for about three or four minutes until the cigarette burned down to his fingers, and he finally snapped back to reality.

The man slapped his head: "Damn it, there’s definitely something wrong with me. Ever since seeing that sinister moon, I’ve been having issues. I discovered that my brain isn’t working correctly. My eyes can even be taken out, heh, damn, I’m thinking about that disgusting scene again; I need more leaves..."

He stopped his narrative to busy himself rolling a new cigarette.

That involved taking crushed leaves, pouring them into a metal box, then inserting a slip of paper, closing, and opening the metal box, which produced a rolled cigarette.

Fortunately, the man remembered what he was talking about after getting his cigarette.

He licked the edge of the cigarette, sealed it with a lick, and then lit it, taking a deep drag.

With the mild hallucinogenic and calming effects taking hold,

he reopened his left eye:

"I got sidetracked again.

Anyway, I kept away from crowds, but a group of people appeared out of nowhere, wanting to catch me.

But they don’t know, I can predict all their moves; nobody can catch me...

Okay, I was wrong...

They had too many people, and my body is too weak.

I suspect those who want to capture me are government people.

After some calculations, this possibility seems very high.

God knows why my brain works so well now; even though it often gives me some very wicked ideas and makes my mood incredibly unstable, like a madman, it helped me find a safe place.

Right here, this small room you see.

Do you think this is a cabin in the mountains?

No, this is actually a staged photo studio in the city center.

Those people must think I fled to the wilderness.

I would never go to the wilderness.

My brain tells me that the most dangerous place is in fact the safest place.

This is where rich people come, there’s food, no nasty gangs, no low-class people, no spies; I can live well here, the only problem is that I don’t have many leaves left...

Damn it, I got sidetracked again."

Brian was speechless.

And honestly, this man’s ramblings were quite captivating.

He had guessed the man’s identity.

The presence of the artificial intelligence Night was probably based on the research of this Second Generation Mutant man.

The only issue, why the memory from the man’s brain would appear in the Night sub-program and be referred to as some sort of underlying logic?

To figure this out, Brian had no choice but to watch patiently.

..

In the footage, the man took another hit from his leaf before getting back on track:

"Okay, I shouldn’t get sidetracked this time.

Actually, it’s nothing much, it’s just that while I was on the run, I overheard a plan from the people chasing me.

Pretty amazing, huh?

Me, this waste, while in embarrassing flight, was still able to eavesdrop on the conversations of the pursuers.

Haha, indeed, it’s incredible.

Because I left my ears behind, then retrieved them.

It works just like a tape recorder, recording everything it hears.

Damn, turning oneself into a machine was just a fantasy after I got high, but now that fantasy has come true.

It’s cool, but now I’m a freak being hunted...

They must want to capture me to dissect me in a lab; those bastards are capable of anything, I can’t let them get me!"

Listening to this guy’s continuous blabbering, Brian rolled his eyes again.

Bro, you’re off-topic again!

Just when Brian thought the man would start another tangent, he suddenly looked towards the ’camera’: "Their plan to catch me is code-named ’Cylinder Brain’..."

With these words, the footage ended.