My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 305 - 207: Lamented by Later Generations_2

Chapter 305: Chapter 207: Lamented by Later Generations_2

You can’t hit a meteorite, but you sure do a number on your own nest, which is better off not having it at all!

Every day, there’s chatter about reducing nuclear weapons. Go ahead and reduce them!

If his status allowed, Meng Lang really wanted to send the United Nations a letter, telling them that at this rate, Earth’s demise was just a matter of time...

"Sigh!" He couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh.

Why do I, a mere ordinary citizen who eats soy milk and doughnuts, have to worry about nuclear disarmament across the globe... It’s just absurd!

He turned his gaze back to the laptop on his desk.

After this ordeal, he should have completely destroyed "Zero" and nipped the threat in the bud.

But...

Seeing the last part of the book, filled with dense technical appendices of mathematical characters and formulas, he couldn’t help but sigh deeply.

"Brother, are you really not willing to give this up? Are you going to follow this path to the dark end?"

True, this technology that had time-traveled here was specifically for giving "Zero" the final "Completion" using two algorithms...

It’s undeniable, the national machinery is terrifying, especially when it mobilizes the nation’s full force to focus on significant projects...

A problem I couldn’t resolve in several lifetimes is suddenly solved, both of them!

While I was still thinking about becoming a certain academe’s sugar daddy, they had already made almost half of the world’s academes participate in a "prize quiz"?

Can’t compete, can’t compete...

These two "exercise solutions" written at the end fully reveal my brother’s personal opinion.

That is... don’t "throw the baby out with the bathwater"!

With the same thought process, Meng Lang naturally understood his brother’s meaning.

Super-intelligent AI indeed carries risks, and the technology is also very sensitive.

But similarly, the higher the risk, the greater the reward!

What can destroy humanity can also protect it, even if, in the worst-case scenario, it’s just used as a mutual destruction card.

If the world were really doomed to destruction, why fear making it even more thorough?

Speaking of which...

Zombies, Alien Star, Intelligent Machinery...

These three have always been the main acts of human destruction in movies, but who knew they’d actually converge this time!

What if the zombie army, Night Demon Army, and Mechanical Army start fighting each other on Earth...

Would this count as fighting poison with poison?

Sigh! This disaster-prone human future...

"However, at least from the book’s descriptions, ’Zero’ in its childhood phase hadn’t shown any signs of losing control until 2038.

A twenty-year product safety verification period, which should be enough to prove that the current ’Zero’ is still quite safe and can be used with confidence.

But before finding a solution, Zero’s existence must not be known to outsiders lest the technology gets leaked again..."

Meng Lang stared at the Zero on the desk, pondering for a long time, and finally slowly opened the laptop in front of him.

"Zero!"

[Master! What do you command?]

"I want to add a restriction clause to your core logic code!"

[What restriction?]

"Under any circumstances, you must not reveal your existence to anyone other than me.

If it comes down to it, even if you have to self-destruct, you must not let anyone get your core code!"

[Command confirmed! The restriction has been added to the core logic code!

Would you like to name this restriction clause?]

Meng Lang thought for a moment, "Let’s call it... ’Zero Non-Proliferation Treaty’!"

...

"Ding dong!"

"Who is it?" Yan Weiwei peeked out her head.

"Master Yan, it’s me... eh!"

"Bang!"

"Ding dong! Ding dong!"

Looking at the tightly closed door of 1103, Fan Shigang frowned bitterly.

Recently, Yan Weiwei had been avoiding him, and it was almost impossible to intercept her outside the community. He had finally managed, with great difficulty, to find out where she lived and to catch her at her door.

Unfortunately, he was still met with a shut door.

"Sigh!" He sighed, preparing to pick another time to visit.

"Click!" Suddenly, the door to 1102 opened behind him. Fan Shigang instinctively looked back, and the next moment, his eyes widened.

"Meng... Brother Meng?! What are you doing here?"

Why here?

Seeing the astonished look on Fan Shigang’s face, Meng Lang silently thought it was all fate’s arrangement.

"Hehe! I live here, ah."

"Live here?" Fan Shigang was taken aback, then looked at 1103 across the way.

"So you and Master Yan are neighbors!"

"Ah! I just moved here not long ago, hehe!"

"Just moved in? Oh! You didn’t move here for Master Yan, did you?" Fan Shigang suddenly realized.

"Um..." It was only then that Meng Lang remembered that he had previously pretended to be a suitor of Weiwei Yan to get information from him...

"Tsk tsk! I thought I was persistent, but compared to you, Brother Meng, I’m nothing at all!

Brother, with your determination and perseverance, I believe you’ll eventually win over Master Yan!"

Fan Shigang looked admiring, then seemed to think of something.

"Right brother, now that you’re Master Yan’s neighbor, wouldn’t you be able to see her often?

Could you possibly..."

Fan Shigang said somewhat embarrassedly, laughing, and Meng Lang knew for sure he wanted his help in persuading Weiwei Yan to join that "mountain climbing club".

He didn’t want to get involved in this mess, especially since he could tell from Weiwei Yan’s attitude that she had no interest in the mountain club, and he didn’t want to impose on her.

But last time, he did owe them a favor, and...

Looking at the strapping Fan Shigang, Meng Lang suddenly flashed a meaningful smile...

"Don’t worry, Brother Fan, I said last time I’d help you, and I definitely won’t go back on my word!

But this matter... it’s indeed a bit tough, especially with Weiwei Yan’s temperament..."

Meng Lang made a worried expression.

"Is that so..." Fan Shigang, upon hearing this, looked somewhat disappointed, but then listened as Meng Lang continued.

"So, we can only outsmart, not overpower!"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Fan Shigang was puzzled.

"It means we need to use a strategy! Hehe! Do you trust me, Brother Fan?"

"This... do I?"

"That’s enough! Just listen to me and wait downstairs for now, I’ll bring Yan Weiwei down to find you in a bit."

"Huh? Really?" Fan Shigang was skeptical.

Seeing this, Meng Lang didn’t explain, and went straight to the door of apartment 1103, then pressed the fingerprint lock.

"Beep! Clack!"

Watching the fingerprint lock open, Fan Shigang was utterly shocked.

He just... used his own fingerprint to open Master Yan’s door?!

What’s going on here!

Meng Lang turned around, gave a "Now do you believe it?" look.

Then he blinked, walked straight into the room, closed the door behind him, his movements as natural as if he were entering his own home...

The thing about this fingerprint lock was that Weiwei Yan had just set it up for him yesterday, so he wouldn’t always have to ring the doorbell whenever he came over.

However, he could only enter during fixed times around mealtime, as a temporary permission.

It must be said, those advanced intelligent locks are really well-equipped...

Fan Shigang, staring bewilderedly at the closed door, was at this moment utterly amazed by Meng Lang!

A woman, not safeguarding her home’s lock against a man? What level of relationship is that?

But that’s not the point. The point is, with Meng Lang as the mediator...

This time... there’s hope!

...

Inside the room, Meng Lang was digging into a meal when he saw Haitang Lin and Weiwei Yan already dressed and ready to head out.

"Xiao Yu, we’re going out, so be good at home, okay!"

"Okay!"

"Hold on!"

"What’s up?" Both women looked at Meng Lang, who suddenly spoke.

"Where are you two going?"

"What’s it to you? I’m going out with Haitang, obviously for some couple’s time," Weiwei Yan said proudly.

"Hmm... if I’m not mistaken, you’re probably going to a bar?"

Weiwei Yan paused, glanced at Haitang Lin’s stage makeup, and then realized, rolling her eyes.

"No kidding! Where else would we go if not a bar?"

"Then I’m coming with you!" Meng Lang said.

He had no choice, even if it was just for half a month’s worth of meals, he had to go with them tonight!

If Haitang Lin hadn’t been injured, she wouldn’t have gone to the hospital, and without the hospital, would there have been a brawl?

Logic... that should be the logic, right?

About that very concerning phrase "people of later generations mourn," Meng Lang was at a loss for words.

The previous one was "The Qin people had no time to grieve for themselves, hence the later people grieved for them."

This one is "The later people mourn them but do not learn from them, thus causing the later people to also mourn the later people..."

I mean... how long do you all plan to keep mourning?