FYN Chapter 67 Why is Ye Zi stealing electricity!
Chapter 67 Why is Ye Zi stealing electricity!
Chapter 67 Why is Ye Zi stealing electricity!
The ashes in the town square hadn't even been swept away yet, but new notice boards had already been erected.
The wooden planks were made from door panels salvaged from a warehouse, painted white with two lines of English text written in black:
Tonight at 8 PM.
Money was handed out in the square.
The handwriting isn't very good, but it's big enough to be read from thirty meters away.
Carl Jensen stood in front of the notice board for a while, then turned and walked toward the town hall.
A breeze blew from the lake, carrying moisture and a faint smell of burning.
"Is it a stain?"
He spoke in a low voice, as if talking to himself.
He listened to what Nailong said.
Not just him, but everyone with a cell phone heard it.
"A good traditional method."
He knew from the beginning that the government would characterize it this way.
Thugs, terrorists, lunatics instigated by foreign forces—this script hasn't changed in all these years!
Simply put, it's really useful.
Hegang Town has just caught its breath.
The fallen brothers have been buried, and the wounded are being gathered in a makeshift clinic in the church’s basement.
The captured equipment was inventoried and redistributed to the squads.
The truckload of munitions brought by Brigadier General Charles was put directly into storage, and the key was kept by David Miller.
There are still too few people.
All told, there are fewer than 2,300 men who can carry guns.
Half of them came from Ohio, Indiana, and even Kentucky over the past two weeks.
The family arrived, and the pickup truck bed was crammed with bedding rolls and metal buckets.
But we no longer lack equipment.
James Jones had a record of which US military base was stationed in the north, and through Charles, the second batch of supplies was delivered.
"sponsor."
Charles only said this word when he handed over the list.
Logistics are temporarily stable.
The cannery in River Harbor was controlled by the Kirdi family before the war. Now the production line has been restarted, although the output is only 30%, it is enough for two hot soups a day.
The field rations hauled back from the National Guard camp filled half a warehouse; if used sparingly, they could last for two months.
I have money too.
The Kirdie family left behind more than just real estate.
Four million seven hundred dollars in cash was cleared from the town bank's underground vault, all in hundred-dollar denominations, wrapped in plastic film and stacked on a metal rack.
There were also bonds and jewelry of unknown value, stored in three safes.
And if you don't have money, you can just rob someone.
Detroit is very close!
Anyway, if my neighbor hoards grain, I hoard guns; my neighbor is my granary.
Carl walked into the town hall meeting room.
Stephen Taylor was already inside, leaning against the wall, twirling a military knife in his hand.
"Chief Apostle."
He said.
"Um."
Karl walked to the head of the long table, but didn't sit down; instead, he rested his hands on the tabletop.
You can see the square from the window.
Several people were setting up lights, with power lines dragging on the ground like black snakes.
"What do you think? Why don't we just take Detroit?"
Stephen sheathed his knife. "Otherwise, winter's coming. Clothes will be a real problem then."
Michigan winters are not good for people.
It starts snowing in November, and by March of the following year, the temperature can drop to minus twenty degrees Celsius.
Most buildings in Hegang Town do not have central heating and rely on fireplaces and oil heaters.
Fuel is a problem.
Let's see in a couple more days.
Carl said, "It's just over now, everyone needs to rest."
He paused, looking at Stephen. "By the way, have all the US dollars been counted?"
"It's all accounted for. The portion you asked for for the brothers has also been gathered in the square."
Stephen said, "Based on the headcount, each person will get about eight hundred. The rest is in the town bank's vault; you have the key."
Carl nodded.
Talking about ideals is useless.
When you're hungry, a cross can't be eaten.
People will only follow you if you satisfy both their spiritual and material needs.
This is a principle he learned when he was in the army.
In the Middle East, which translator or informant doesn't take money first and then do the job?
"Then let's inform the brothers."
He said, "After dinner tonight, money will be distributed in the square."
"Yes."
Stephen didn't ask any further questions and turned to leave the conference room.
The door closed.
Carl walked to the window.
The square was getting crowded. Some were sentries who had just finished their shift, and some were townspeople helping to clear the rubble.
They looked at the notice board, talking in hushed tones, a restrained anticipation on their faces.
Seattle.
The top floor of the Alexander Tech Building.
The office is about half the size of a basketball court.
Alan Alexander wasn't looking at the night view.
In front of him were three curved screens, pieced together to form a complete arc.
The central panel displays a map of the United States, with the outlines of the fifty states drawn in light gray, and a red thread sticking to it like a spider web.
Washington state was covered in a dense array of red signs.
Each identifier represents a company or government agency that has accessed Noah AI's core services.
Seattle's urban area is almost entirely red, and 60% of the suburbs are also infiltrated.
His fingers slid across the touchpad.
The map zooms out to show a panoramic view of the west coast.
California.
Only the bay area has sparse red spots, like a skin disease.
"It's so slow."
"Allen said in a low voice."
The sound seemed very dry in the empty office.
Noah's AI is very strong.
The speed at which algorithms iterate has exceeded human comprehension.
However, there are hardware limitations.
Data centers need electricity, water cooling, and fiber optic networks.
Expansion takes time, requires significant investment, and necessitates negotiations with the government, power grid companies, and landowners.
Meanwhile, the group in Southern California, those established tech companies that had been devastated by Noah's AI, banded together.
They cobbled together an adversarial project called "Prometheus" using open-source models. Although its performance lagged behind Noah AI by two generations, it managed to build a stronghold in the California market by leveraging its first-mover advantage and local political and business connections.
Meanwhile, due to the spread of Noah AI, a large number of programming talents have fled to California to avoid being eliminated.
"Damn South Americans."
Allen cursed.
"It's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; it's utterly absurd."
Allen sneered.
How could the human brain possibly outpace exponentially evolving AI?
Those companies can still hold on with sheer numbers now, but once Noah AI's next version is released, they'll completely crush us within six months.
He switched to the resource monitoring panel.
The power load curve in the Seattle area is fluctuating, with peak times occurring two hours earlier than last week.
"But can't these stupid leaf factories just go to hell?!"
Allen suddenly raised his voice.
A warning popped up in the corner of the screen: From 8 pm to 10 pm tonight, the municipal power grid will be performing load scheduling on Zone 7, and Alexander Technologies' data center may face voltage fluctuations.
District 7 is an industrial area, which contains three cannabis cultivation and processing plants.
These factories use high-pressure sodium lamps to simulate sunlight, providing continuous 24-hour illumination, consuming electricity equivalent to half the power of a data center.
Worse still, these factories have recently increased their output instead of decreasing it.
"Why the hell is their revenue increasing recently?!"
Allen pulled up data that had leaked from the tax department.
Over the past four weeks, the wholesale sales of local leaf factories have increased by 17 percent compared to the previous period.
"sir."
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A female voice came from the desktop speaker; it was Hatsune Miku's voice pack.
"Based on social media sentiment analysis and retail data tracking, rising unemployment has led to a surge in anxiety levels. A short-term surge in demand for cheap tonics is a reasonable phenomenon."
"But there's no need to worry. According to model calculations, fortifier consumption will enter a cyclical trough in winter."
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"The main influencing factors are: 1. Unemployment benefits are gradually being exhausted; 2. Winter heating expenses are being squeezed; 3. A large number of organisms will enter necessary dormancy."
Allen stared at the curve prediction graph on the screen.
The red line represents the sales revenue of the leaf factory, which is still climbing, but will form a sharp peak in mid-November and then plummet.
"In three months, their turnover will drop significantly."
The voice assistant said, "Because winter is coming."
Allen leaned back in his chair.
The office air conditioning was on full blast, but he still felt stuffy.
"it is good."
He said, "Give them a little speed up."
He didn't need to specify who "they" were.
Noah AI knows. It will adjust its algorithms to make job postings more precisely avoid workers in leaf processing plants, make microloan reviews more stringent, and quietly lower the price of supplements in community pharmacies by five percent before winter.
"Damn it."
Allen closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep. He saw red markers on the map spreading like a virus, swallowing up California, the Midwest, and the East Coast.
He saw Noah AI's nodes embedded in every camera, every mobile phone, and every connected car.
He saw himself sitting in a higher place, not in this office, but in a more abstract position, looking down like a god over every heartbeat, every transaction, every search of the entire continent.
He grinned and ate.
"I'm practically a god!"
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