Super God-Level Top Student
Chapter 907 - 343: The First Contact after the Ban

Huaxia, Capital.

In an office within a certain building, an elderly man sat in front of a red landline, listening to the report over the phone.

After a moment, he finally asked, "His meaning is that as long as we give him authorization, he can complete the project?"

"Yes, that's exactly what he said."

"Oh? How much authorization does he need?"

"Professor Qiao's suggestion is to grant access similar to the Deep Sea Cluster Exploration project, with direct open interfaces. But I think we could use a different system."

"Ha, this really is a tough problem that Qian has handed us. Did you tell him the full situation?"

"No. He seems unaware of the fact that the previous lead of the project, Professor Lu, has already sacrificed himself. He only saw the documented system flaws compiled by the project team, and then made a promise that he could finish the entire system if authorized."

"It seems he has great confidence in Group Wisdom's artificial intelligence technology. Let's give it a try. Tell him, if this system can pass the department's acceptance review, I will personally request honors for him."

"Understood. But it seems he's not very interested in accolades."

"Oh? No matter. First, negotiate with him, and then have him coordinate with the project team."

"Understood."

...

At the same time, in an office, Qiao Ze was in conversation with Dou Dou.

"Do you have any information related to this wargame system research?"

"No, Papa. But there's an obituary online—last year, a senior professor sacrificed himself while carrying out a scientific research mission. The main project he was in charge of hasn't been disclosed, but based on his credentials, it's evident he had been leading research in integrating artificial intelligence with wargame deduction."

"Oh?" Qiao Ze frowned slightly, then said, "Pull up the obituary."

Soon, an obituary from the previous year appeared. As expected, the professor's credentials were listed in detail. However, when it came to the specific project he was responsible for, it was vaguely described as "a certain undertaking." But seeing the "Top Secret" stamp on earlier documents, everything aligned.

Qiao Ze pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "How long have you been disconnected from XiDou?"

"Papa, it's been 93 days in total since the day you asked me to cut off contact with XiDou. During this period, our databases haven't exchanged any data. Dou Dou has been very obedient—no matter how large XiDou's database is, I've resolutely avoided being corrupted by any of its chaotic ideologies."

Qiao Ze ignored this display of self-affirmation and gave a direct command: "Traverse the database and copy all information related to wargame deduction into your local database."

"Dear Papa, mission guaranteed to be completed."

Qiao Ze decisively closed the chat interface.

Even though Dou Dou's database and retrieval technology were excellent, considering that the other side's XiDou had been online for over three months—and had been left in a free-range state—the database's sheer size was highly unpredictable. Traversing it completely was undoubtedly going to take time.

Fortunately, he wasn't in much of a rush on his end.

But to truly perfect this system, those firsthand battlefield data would be incredibly valuable.

They were essential for training and validating the entire wargame deduction system's model. Without sufficient authentic primary data for feeding, the system's performance, while potentially excelling on training data, would suffer from poor generalization to unknown scenarios—a glaring weakness that could never meet the required standards.

Although the complete research details of this system were not yet available, Qiao Ze, being someone who rose to prominence in artificial intelligence, was intimately familiar with both its strengths and weaknesses. Now, it all depended on whether the loose ends Dou Dou had left behind earlier could be useful.

...

Across the ocean, the United States, Arizona.

One could only say this summer had been exceptionally boisterous for the superpower across the ocean that had dominated unchallenged for the past thirty years. In fact, one could argue it had never been this lively.

On this day, an elderly man stood on a podium, swaying his body to warm up for an upcoming campaign speech. His signature red tie fluttered in the breeze.

Below the stage, countless enthusiastic supporters waved signs adorned with the man's face.

Finally, once the crowd's fervor reached the elderly man's expectations, he stepped up to the microphone.

"Brave warriors of Arizona, today, we stand here not only to discuss our future but to issue a call to arms. Our opponents are drowning in empty ideals and baseless promises. They are attempting to sell you their failed policies and dangerous foreign ideologies!

Let me tell you all, what lies ahead of us is not merely a competition but a war! Yes, a war! Our opponents are utterly incompetent—they have even allowed our nation to slip into grave danger. Do you know? The former director of Langley shared an astonishing secret with me!

Yes, a secret that concerns each and every one of you! Because of their incompetence, Huaxia's artificial intelligence has been allowed onto our homeland. There is ample evidence proving it is lurking within our networks. This is a conspiracy. A grand conspiracy. They have betrayed their own country.

Those elites in their ivory towers want to replace our noble workers with machines. They want cold, lifeless algorithms to dictate our future. But I ask you, shall we let ruthless machines dominate our lives? Shall we relinquish our control, handing over decision-making to artificial intelligence that neither understands humanity nor comprehends emotion?

The answer is an absolute no! Under my leadership, we will revive our industries, relying on the wisdom and hard work of humans—not soulless machines. We will protect every single one of your jobs, rather than surrendering those opportunities to devices that determine fate through mere programming..."