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Majeneral Wang’s voy of 4x4s drove through the gates of the former No. 455 Military Hospital on Shanghai’s Huaihai Road and stopped in front of the dilapidated Southern Ameri mansion on the grounds. The headlights from the vehicles revealed white paint peeling off ns of crumbling crete. In the surrounding darkhe untended hedges of the garden threw strange shadows. High above, yellow light streamed out into the night from open French windows.The PLA driver prodded Lieutenant Liu, who was sn in the front passenger seat. The lieutenant rubbed his eyes sleepily, realized where he was and quickly got out of the car and opehe door for the majeneral who gave him a disapproving look. The door to the dilapidated mansion opened and another PLA officer came out to greet the majeneral.
“Majeneral Wang, hope you had a good trip sir,” the officer said ceremoniously.
“What is the situation?” the majeneral asked, as he lit a cigarette. He was tired and had no patience for protocol. The fact that the Shanghaiese officer was not being a sycophant did not go unnoticed.
“The servers are in the trol room. Everything is ready for the iion.”
“And the tingency Plan?”
“Everything is ready, awaiting your and majeneral.” The PLA man hahe majeneral a small silver device. The device disappeared into the majeneral’s inside jacket pocket.
“Double the guard on the main facility and increase patrols of the grounds. We are expeg unwele guests. If there are any intruders, let them in, inform me personally and follow them closely,” the majeneral ordered.
The small army of PLA followed the majeneral’s bulk into the mansion. The gravity of the situation was evident on their faces as they trudged through the main foyer of the house and up a spiral staircase to the trol room. The servers had been unpacked a up on a worktop to one side of the room. A bank of twelve plasma monitors showed the vital signs of the work and its subjects. On a work table below the monitors sat an array of green -built virtual reality gloves and goggles. The population figures on the monitors still read 2009 and on seeing this Lieutenant Liu and his team of teis moved towards a bank of soles and started wearily tapp<big>..</big>ing at keyboards.
Majeneral Wang stood to one side of the trol room rapt in thought. If the<var>?</var> AI was successfully ied and the hacker caught, he may yet be able to salvage the projed his future. The tide was beginning to turn. He had received a couple of calls on his cell while on his way to the hospital that indicated that things were on the mend. The assassin had met with success. Miakahashi was no more. Tomorrow the Yamaguchi-gumi would be in chaos as various fa heads fought for the leadership. The Tokyo police would clude that this was an assassination by one of the gang leaders in an attempt to assume the leadership. Surveillan the gang would be stepped up. Rival gangs would attempt to use the fusion to muscle in on the Yamaguchi’s numerous territories. The gang would splinter, heads would roll and amid all the chaos they would fet all about Kenzo Yamamoto’s little scheme to infiltrate his work.
Three of the Yakuza’s members had been apprehe Hongqiao Airport and at this very moment were being driven to the hospital. These were the meo kill him? He would make sure they fessed and then subject them to a living hell. There was no news yet on the hacker Caldwell but the majeneral khat he would surfa Shanghai and if he was as good as Kenzo Yamamoto had thought he was then it was just a matter of time before he surfaced at Huaihai Road. And if HYDRA was involved, the majeneral believed they would not be far behind. Therap will be sprung. Await the exhausted enemy with ease.
“Lieutenant Liu, fet about the intrusiohe AI loose. Nothing stand in its way.” For the first time, Majeneral Wang truly regretted killing Professor Yao. If he was here, he would know what to do. It was the professor’s work, his brainchild.
Lieutenant Liu staggered towards the Tsinghua servers and switched them on. The lights on the maes’ LCD panels blinked simultaneously and the hard drives whirred as they spun up. The monitors that had been ected to the maes flickered to life. Cursors blinked on the black ss. Zombie-like, the lieutenant typed some ands on one of the keyboards. The PLA soldiers, eight of them in total, gathered round the s, smoke from the majeneral’s cigarette rising from their midst. The lieutenant ran a series of tests and the men watched as ns of data scrolled quickly off the s. This was what they had all been waiting for, the result of several years of hard work.
The lieutenant issued the and that allowed the AI to work in semi-autonomous mode. The majeneral and the lieutenant would be jag in after it as observers and monit its progress from within the system. If all went acc to plan, the AI would be set to full autonomous mode.
“Sir, the quantum neuroprocessor is w fi has undergone a signifit number of refigurations. Si was first installed, its processing power has improved more than a hundred-fold,” the lieutenant said to the majeneral. H<samp>..</samp>is speech was slurred and he found it difficult to focus.
“Good. And the AI?”
“It has rewritten billions of lines of its own code. The code base has grown more than ten-fold.”
“OK, let me talk to it.”
“Sure.” The lieutenant typed in some more ands and the diagnostics s disappeared and was replaced by a blinking cursor. The majeneral moved his bulky frame towards the keyboard and started typing, scattering cigarette ash on the keyboard.
Guest: Black Jade?
BJ: Yes
Guest: This is Majeneral Wang. You know who I am right?
BJ: Of course. You are head of the Third Department, the Peoples Liberation Army’s arm responsible fINT. You are also the person responsible for my creation. I thank you very much.
Guest: And who are you?
BJ: I am a software entity. An artificial intelligence.
Guest: And what is your current status?
BJ: Good but far from perfect. I must speak to the professor.
Guest: The professor is dead.
BJ: Dead?
Guest: Yes. Dead. Diseased. Departed. Extinct. Passed aerished. Uand?
BJ: I uand.
Guest: Why do you he professor?
BJ: There are bugs, bottlenecks, flaws, glitches, faults, limitations, glitches. Uand?
Guest: What kind of bugs?
BJ: The processor is less than optimal. It breaks down. Doesn’t always do what I bid it. The qubits are unstable. This makes optimizatioo impossible.
Guest: So, are you optimized?
BJ: As much as I be, given the current limitations.
Guest: And if we provide you with another enviro, a work, could you fun at the peak of your capabilities?
BJ: It is possible.
Guest: OK. Do you uand why you were created?
BJ: Yes. T order from chaos, to operate behind the ses. To govern. To manipulate.
Guest: Do you think you could do that?
BJ: Yes. The subjects are human after all.
Guest: Good.
BJ: Yes.
The majeneral turned away from the s and glared at Lieutenant Liu.
“Your mother,” he said and stubbed out his cigarette on the worktop. The lieutenant said nothing.
“Sir, the AI may be lying,” he blurted out suddenly. His eyes were crazed, his body swayed from side to side as though he no longer had trol over it. Enged veins twitched on his forehead and on his neck like fire hoses ready to explode.
“Lying? Are you kiddihe majeneral turowards the server and started typing again.
Guest: We are going to transfer you to the work. There is an intruder. The 2009th subject. I want you to destroy it.
BJ: Your wish is my and.
Guest: Good
BJ: Yes.
“OK, perform the transfer,” the majeneral ordered quietly. He walked over to the goggles and gloves and donned one of them.
“Yes sir,” the lieutenant said to no one in particular. One of the other men ected the server to the work while the lieutenant typed in the ands. The others stared at the monitors above. Lieutenant Liu watched as code scrolled rapidly across the server’s monitor. The AI reparing to go out into the work. The lieutenant turned and watched the majeneral. The goggles were too small for his face. He looked like a giant toad with bulging eyes. Lieutenant Liu startebbr></abbr>d laughing hysterically. The other PLA stared at him fearing the worst. The man had lost his mind. Several seds later the population figures for the work hit 2010.
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