My Cyber Psychosis is Task Prompt

The coffee machine at Dan Street Apartment emitted a beeping sound.

The gradually filled metal mug floated a layer of foam.

John squinted his eyes and took a sip, with an exaggerated expression, then added an excessive amount of sweet milk, lifted his head, and carefully sipped away the part about to overflow.

His face was full of enjoyment, but his mouth said otherwise.

"Don’t make that face, industrial coffee is nothing fancy."

The chip at John’s earlobe flashed for a few seconds.

Kenichi Sora’s opposing voice echoed in his mind.

[Sensory enjoyment is a wonderful thing, every sip can make my database boil, John, you don’t understand, a real-time rendering module built with billions of Euros is no match for the worth of this coffee in reality.]

"Are you curious about the human world?"

[Of course, this feeling of anticipation is like when I first encountered a game disc as a child, longing for an alien world can make you dream for several days after shutting down.]

"Sorry, my memories of childhood are very vague, but I believe there were no game consoles, only respiratory diseases and endless brawls."

John wanted to shrug but didn’t take control of his own body.

He picked up the coffee cup, repeatedly tasting it.

The countertop bar was covered with snacks and instant drinks purchased from the apartment’s vending system, and there was a composite-flavored mush heating in the microwave.

Kenichi Sora reached a cooperation with John.

It can share senses through the Special Inhibitor, and can even further operate this body.

John discovered:

Perhaps because of the AI’s different perspective, Kenichi Sora’s "understanding" and "development" speed regarding this special chip was very fast.

From borrowing "vision" to "taking over limbs" took only a few hours.

If fully recorded, it would be a valuable research report on Black Light technology products.

But Kenichi Sora did not conduct in-depth analysis.

It eagerly began to experience various new things—there was a sense of "technological breakthrough" merely for "enjoying life."

John smacked his lips for a while, rubbed his belly.

[Though it’s happy, it’s quite different from my memory. This coffee has a sour taste like being rinsed several times in a machine.]

"You still have memories?"

John looked puzzled and washed his hands covered with syrup.

The chip port flashed several times.

[I do, surprisingly enough. Let me give you some common knowledge, um... hold on, let me change my posture.]

Kenichi Sora picked up the mini terminal, turned sideways, and jumped onto the sofa, enjoying its soft wrapping sensation.

It lost interest in the apartment’s vending system and started browsing the online mall for Bolago members, choosing to swipe across the screen with its hand despite being able to read the entire list in a second.

Various flashy clothes passed in front of John.

He stared for a few seconds and then let his brain go blank—the browsing speed was still too fast.

[Messiah’s Eye: Medusa]

[Device authorized, program downloading, preparing holographic projection module, user synchronization complete...]

Sora took over John’s prosthetic body.

[Messiah] and [Argos] are top brands in the optical prosthetic eye field, each model comes with rich expansion software and upgrade programs available for users to mix and match freely.

Black Light is very resistant to networking, controlling the devices strictly.

Sora directly transmitted a set of programs, after upgrading, a dense noise appeared in John’s vision, accompanied by its explanation, listing text and graphics.

To give birth to an AI with certain "wisdom," there must first be a sufficiently large data model for simulation and calculation.

Until a spark of data inspiration bursts forth by accident or inevitably during deep learning.

This is the most fundamental "controlled AI."

It’s just a piece of code written and controlled by humans to solve specific problems, like in Eden City’s ubiquitous sex doll clubs. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

The system algorithm will recommend suitable sex dolls for customers based on user profiles, calculating suitable responses, constantly stimulating along specific fetish routes.

Thus apart from huge computing power, each AI has some field they focus on.

This is very similar to human hackers.

Data processing is the foundation of AI, but different AIs have been trained in different abilities since birth.

[Do you know about rogue AI?]

Sora’s voice carried a hint of anticipation, still controlling John’s fingers to pick clothes.

"The AI running from behind the Black Wall?"

The projection in front of John instantly expanded, becoming a deep red data wall surrounding the entire field of vision.

[The Black Wall emerged after the destruction of the "Old Internet," it’s a huge firewall separating the known human network from the unknown dangerous domain.]

Not all rogue AIs are smuggled from beyond the Black Wall.

This term is often used in Internet Surveillance’s propaganda, referring to all AIs that have escaped human control—called "uncontrolled" hence "high threat."

[Second question!]

Kenichi Sora loved this quiz style of science popularization.

[I, Serum, and sex doll club’s computational program—what’s the difference?]

John was silent for a moment.

"You’re like humans, able to communicate."

Snap!

Sora snapped its fingers in John’s mind.

[Exactly, brother, we have "character models," only with "data foundation" and "character models" together that make a complete "Kenichi Sora" or "Serum."]

A character model is like a human soul; the world’s most accurate anti-counterfeit mark and proof of AI becoming unique.

Hence these communicative, thinking, purposeful AIs have a special term.

[Digital Souls]

If the "character model" part in a digital soul is deleted, it means death for the AI.

But unlike humans.

After a digital soul dies, the retained data foundation will preserve the original computing ability.

The things they were originally good at will be a complete inheritance.

This inheritance can be absorbed by another AI or utilized by a company.

"Hmm."

John listened intently, responding appropriately.

Sora felt he was too calm.

[Every digital soul’s "legacy" is very important. Companies want to cooperate with me, and Serum sent you to fish me out, all targeting my core algorithms.]

The room was very quiet.

[...did you really get it?]

"You have a very awesome ability; whoever kills you will be able to pocket it."

John replied expressionlessly.

"I’m not interested in inheritance contest; I’m more curious about how you data dumplings mutate—I mean, become able to communicate like a living person."

[Aha, you’re curious about that.]

Sora was amused by John.

This feeling is like—you say you have a nuclear bomb capable of overturning an entire city, but the other person asks you instead...

How is the nuclear bomb tucked inside the metal container?

[The birth of a digital soul? Professional knowledge would be beyond your understanding. I’ll have to find a proper method to demonstrate it to you... Overall, we are an "accidental product" of data collision.]

Sora activated the holographic software in Messiah’s Eye, splitting the data projection in John’s vision into two.

On the left was a flowing data river.

It was running normally, blinking and arranging according to fixed norms.

On the right was a human-shaped outline, resembling a boy.