Cultivator With Modern Ai นิยาย & เรื่องราว

These time, finally Aeternum agriculture will entered it’s industrialization era for sure. “Ohh~..you brought a rather quite interesting machinery stuff these time, Master..”. (Andrea) “Is that the Tractor?..that is combine harvester right?….. Welcome home, Master…”. (Elijah) “I’m home….it’s great to see you two these time….”.

I always woke drenched in cold sweat. Then I'd remind myself that it was only a dream. In reality, my face would never change again. It would stay with me until I grew old and died, leaving behind nothing but a handful of ashes sealed inside a small urn. It was the only thing that had ever truly belonged to me. Three years later, I received a letter. There was no signature. Only the logo of the AI facial transformation company. Inside was a single sentence. "Our latest technology has arrived. Permanent brain replacement. Introductory price: one million dollars. Interested?"

THIS WILL INCREASE YOUR WORK EFFICIENCY. "Shut up, you damn AI!" Kevin snapped, his fists clenched under the table. Across from Kevin sat several zombies. Not just any zombies. They were fellow Vlogger Zombies, drawn in by the signal waves from Riska’s Master AI and the Master Judge, ZF-BOSS. They carried cracked old cameras, obsolete phones, and some even recorded with nothing but their glowing red, empty eyes. Their bodies varied: some were skin and bones, some were swollen like the Sucrose Zombie, and others were covered in wires like the Tech-Zombie.

New letters, jagged and black were being forced onto the screen by a hand. * "SUBJECT 03 IS A THIEF. RESTART THE SYSTEM. WAKE THE HARVESTERS." "He is trying to take the world back!" Benson yelled. He grabbed a heavy metal branch from a tree. In this new world his mind wanted to find a tool or a weapon. He wanted to fix the machine. "June, the Harvesters! Look!" In the distance giant machines that had been planting trees suddenly stopped. Their long metal arms, gentle a moment ago turned into pointed spears.

We both tumbled into the water, engaging in a playful fight. I had become accustomed to him. Even as we played like teenagers in college, I wondered how on earth I was supposed to forget all about him after the two years came to an end. ************** "Okay, so our AG Plus is going to be specifically designed for the blind and elderly," I stated during the Joint Venture meeting as I reviewed the documents for the new AI virtual assistant we were developing.

Dario dropped the fruit platter, sending strawberries and blueberries rolling everywhere. Serafina, sitting on the floor, looked up with eyes brimming with tears that seemed staged for maximum sympathy. "Why did you push me, Viviana? I thought you didn't hate me anymore. Why did you have to push me again?" I remained silent, merely looking down at her. I knew she was faking it; after all, as an AI robot, her tears were digitally simulated, her tremors were algorithmically generated, and her faint smirk—visible only to me—had been programmed into her.

Ryan Goodman, the forty-two-year-old CEO of Goodman Dynamics, sipped his whiskey neat, staring at the holographic tree flickering in the corner. Christmas Eve, and his board had outdone themselves with the gift. A companion. Not just any companion, but the latest model from Apex Synthetics: Kai, a male AI designed for perfection. Ryan had always preferred control, in business and in bed. This would be his ultimate indulgence. The delivery drone hummed outside the reinforced glass doors, depositing the sleek black crate with a soft thud. Ryan activated the release code on his wrist implant, and the lid hissed open.

Dad immediately called the academy. The person on the other end explained that this was a completely normal response to "deep behavioral correction" and that I would gradually recover in a few days. "Unit 1314 is currently our academy’s top-performing student. Her obedience levels surpass even advanced AI models. There’s no need for concern. Everything is functioning normally." Dad repeated the explanation after hanging up. Mom visibly relaxed. Just like that, I became the most useful thing in the house. When Mom told me to wash dishes, I cleaned them more thoroughly than Maddison ever could.

Tristan thought and smiled in anticipation of braving the challenge head on. “Give me a list of the best cultivation manuals in this world, A.I.” he ordered after calming his battle hunger down. “Affirmative, host.” the system said and listed off a range of secret techniques that was known only to the creator of this world. A.I. has truly hacked the interface of the laws within this reality but that did not mean that it has total control over its faculties. It did not. What the slimy tool could only get was the flood of information from the moment of this vast world’s inception up until the current state of the Eternal Present.

She pictured stalks of grain getting cut and filtered through the front, imagined how it all got separated over each step, then saw how it was stored in a huge tank above it. “This combine does not appear to have any operating intelligences, right?” asked Miko. “At least, I do not see any servers or databanks currently installed. Only basic instructions.” “Yup yup,” replied her assistant. “Little computerization here. This combine is 80% human operated. We’re not big fans of digital intelligences leading our lives. Laertidus believes that working directly with the ground brings us closer to it.” “I think I understand your philosophy, although I do not exactly agree. Regardless, I believe I’v