"shi\t" Hayabusa slapped the sea water hard, "Potato chip girl, I'm really afraid that if you say something wrong, as long as you say that, it's not good."
"Lena, what the hell is going on?"
Finch had a bad feeling in his heart.
"The torpedo was not fired" "What" "Again, the torpedo wasn't fired," Lena tapped desperately on the keyboard, and Troy's intelligent program was brought up on the interface, showing the recent activity of the artificial AI.
The green characters kept jumping, and Lena's eyes kept scanning each line.
"What's going on" looked at more than a dozen lines of historical tracks, and Lena's current affairs are not as simple as she imagined.
Obviously, Troy has successfully hacked into the U.S. military's digital command platform, and in the face of her powerful offensive, the firewall is useless in less than a minute, and then Troy has turned on the Ohio-class submarine's weapon operating system along the digital signal of the U.S.
Department of Defense, and has obtained the highest authority.
What's more, she conveniently closed the manual control channel of the submarine, which means that the nuclear submarine at a depth of 60 meters 120 nautical miles away from the potential "jellyfish" base has completely fallen under the control of Troy.
However, why did she not carry out the order, "shoot nuclear torpedoes at the jellyfish base" This is completely out of Lena's understanding of this almost invincible intelligent AI.
"Doctor, Troy has successfully hacked into the submarine's weapons control system, but she didn't take the order to shoot a torpedo" Lena felt a damp sensation on the tip of her nose, a fine bead of sweat.
"I've re-entered the execution password, you try shooting again" Finch's voice came from the headphones, "We are now flooded, at this degree, even if there is oxygen, soon we will be taken below the limit depth of six hundred meters to be crushed by the water pressure Don't let us die worthless, no matter what, you have to shoot the nuclear torpedo" "I've repeated the shooting routine no less than ten times," Lena was about to hit the wall, "but Troy just didn't respond" Lena stared at the yellow and ever-changing numbers on the computer screen, feeling a chill down her spine.
It was a link to Fincher's bathymetry calculations, and now the depth of the "jellyfish" had descended to a depth of five hundred and ten meters.
Five hundred and ten meters, ninety meters from the final safety line According to the current level of dive, after five minutes, the compartment where the Finch team is located will turn into a sea of blood, and the blood will stain all the seawater in it red, and the huge water pressure can directly crush the person into internal bleeding It is an extremely slow but extremely painful way to die, after passing the critical depth, the person will not die immediately, and with each additional meter, as the pressure gradually increases, the internal organs will slowly be crushed, first the fragile spleen, then the liver, and finally the blood will fill the entire lungs, slowly squeezing life out little by little like squeezing toothpaste.
"Damn" Lena suddenly jumped up from her chair in despair, grabbed the keyboard from the table, and the cable snapped and was torn off She slammed the keyboard on the LCD screen like crazy, until the keyboard and LCD screen were all shattered The technicians of the Tianmu Company who were in charge of assisting Lena in their work looked at Lena in amazement, in their eyes, this beautiful boss who loves potato chips has always been calm and comfortable, and they have never seen a potato chip girl so gaffe.
After Lena smashed the keyboard and screen, she suddenly yelled at the others: "What are you doing here, grass grows in your head, isn't there a way to find out what went wrong, you all claim to be elites, how can you have a high salary in the company without a little effect, don't you feel ashamed that five minutes later, Doctor, none of them will survive, and we are like a bunch of stupid people sitting here and doing nothing, watching them die" There was a dead silence in the contact room, no one answered Lena, and no one even dared to look directly into their boss's big blue eyes.
For these command center technicians who usually call themselves computer elites, Lena's words are ugly, but they are not wrong at all.
On everyone's computer screens, the depth of the Finch team's dive is increasing meter by meter, as if death is hovering on the rooftop, and may reach out to take the lives of the Finch team members at any time.
"I think," a technician suddenly spoke, his tone full of bitterness, "maybe it wasn't our execution that went wrong" "What's wrong with that," Lena snapped, and the technician's words did alert her.
Maybe I was in too much of a hurry just now, so I didn't think about it all of a sudden, and I ignored the existence of some of the most basic things.
If the Finch group continues like this, it will definitely hang up.
Lena had a fantasy in her mind that when Troy carried out the firing order, she could order Troy to stagger the time interval between torpedo hits, and maybe the first nuclear torpedo to hit the base of the "jellyfish" would destroy Finch's module, and they might find a chance to escape.
It's not impossible, and for the highly trained members of the Task Force and the Demon Hunter Knights, miracles may favor them.
"I think our operation is completely fine, the command and control platform is not wrong, but the problem is not ours."
He pointed to the program interface of his screen, which was the coding form of Troy, which existed in the virtual online world when the blue girl's digital avatar did not appear.
"I think it's Troy's own problem this time," he finally said.
Something was wrong with Troy herself, and a terrible thought crossed Lena's mind.
Before, she didn't know what she had overlooked, but now that she was reminded, she finally understood.
Because he believed too much in Troy, the world's most powerful and unique artificial intelligence, in his mind, Troy would never go wrong, so he didn't think about it at all.
That's right, why can't Troy make a mistake, and maybe that's the only way to explain the current situation.
"I've checked Troy's program and there's no problem," Lena said.
"Yes, it does, I've checked it too."
The technician frowned and bit his lip, "Maybe I didn't say it clearly enough, I should have said that" Speaking of this, he paused in his tone, the answer swirling in his throat, and he had to find a little courage to question his authority
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