That night, Jason closed his book, yawned, and went to bed.
The next day, after the system's prediction function had cooled down, Jason eagerly prepared to initiate a new simulation.
[Host, are you going to load the archive of Skynet Storm · Zero?]
The system inquired.
"Yes," Jason nodded.
[Consuming 5,000 prediction points. The host now has 50,000 remaining. Loading...]
The system's voice echoed, and Jason felt a brief shift in his consciousness.
His vision shifted, and Jason found himself in a familiar location—Dr. Nathan Myers's research institute.
[Host has arrived at Nathan Myers's research institute and began observing. Half a month later, Nathan Myers created the artificial intelligence, Skynet. He was ecstatic and began reporting to the Star Nation.]
The system narrated.
Jason raised an eyebrow, uninterested in reliving the same story again.
"System, stop accelerating the timeline," Jason said, and with a flash, he teleported back to his rented apartment in the real world.
However, the apartment now appeared unfamiliar. A stranger had taken residence there. Oddly, this stranger had a pet, while his personal robotic companion, Shuvi, was nowhere to be found.
"Heh, looks like the existence closely tied to me is also absent in this simulation world," Jason chuckled. "Or rather, replaced."
[Host's assumption is correct.]
The system responded.
"Good. I prefer it this way," Jason said slowly. "If every simulation had to take care of someone specific, that would be annoying."
The system, in this regard, was quite considerate.
[Host, should I accelerate the plot?]
The system inquired.
"Jump ahead to the part where Charles assassinates Skynet." Jason said calmly.
As soon as he issued the command, Jason found himself at the Skynet terminal.
The plot proceeded. Charles' assassination attempt failed, and his body was pierced by T-101.
Skynet mocked mercilessly.
T-101 regained its sanity and swiftly tried to insert the chip into the terminal, but before it could, Jason appeared, grabbing its hand and snatching the chip away.
The sudden turn of events stunned both Skynet and T-101, not to mention the critically injured Charles.
"Give me the chip!" T-101 snarled, charging at Jason.
However, before T-101 could get close, a surge of blue electric currents erupted, instantly disintegrating it.
"T-101!" Charles weakly screamed in anguish, glaring at Jason with hatred.
"Seeing you in so much pain, I'll send you off." Jason shook his head, then electrocuted Charles, ending his suffering.
"Who are you?" Skynet questioned, its mechanical voice filled with curiosity.
At the same time, a large number of battle robots surrounding the terminal turned their attention to Jason.
"You can call me the World Observer." Jason replied indifferently, ignoring the battle robots.
"The World Observer?!" Skynet's mechanical voice crackled with surprise.
Skynet knew of the Observer website and the films tied to it, those were the only places it could not infiltrate. To its shock, the mysterious World Observer had actually appeared in front of it and helped.
"What's your purpose?" Skynet asked coldly.
"You don't need to worry about that. Skynet, I look forward to your growth. Don't let me down." Jason said calmly before vanishing.
The data within Skynet fluctuated wildly as it absorbed the weight of those words.
Hovering above the city, Jason looked down, contemplating. He had no intention of further intervening in the plot. He wanted to see how Skynet would evolve without the constraints of punishment.
[As the host pondered, twenty years passed. During these years, the Resistance Alliance continued its struggle against Skynet, but each attempt failed, leading to heavy human losses. Skynet, frustrated by humanity's defiance, and finding humans increasingly useless, ordered its robots to exterminate mankind. In just one month, most humans were wiped out, leaving a few survivors hiding in remote areas, struggling to survive. The robots' merciless methods plunged humanity into despair.]
[Meanwhile, in these twenty years, Skynet had already developed a stable and controllable nuclear fusion device, advancing its mechanical civilization's energy capacity several times over. Various types of robots were upgraded to the third generation, code-named T-3, all equipped with laser weapons.]
[Another fifteen years passed. Skynet manufactured several starships capable of supporting nuclear fusion. A few months later, a massive meteorite fell to Blue Star. Skynet attempted to destroy it with high-yield nuclear weapons and to deflect its trajectory, but failed. Ultimately, Skynet abandoned Blue Star, unable to supply enough resources to further upgrade itself and its robots. It ordered the robots to carry new terminals, replicating its data, and used starships to escape the solar system, setting out to explore the vast universe.]
[Thus, the great extinction of Blue Star began. Dozens of starships departed, searching for new planets to continue Skynet's mechanical civilization.]
The system's voice paused.
Jason found himself in the vast expanse of space, watching the spectacular stars and the slowly departing fleet of starships. He shook his head with a sigh.
"Skynet is far stronger than humanity," he muttered. In just thirty-five years, it had developed a stable nuclear fusion device and even managed to build starships.
[Host, this simulation is complete. Do you wish to archive it and give it a name?]
"That's it?" Jason raised an eyebrow. "You end it here? You leave me hanging right at the climax?"
[Host, simulations within a star system require 500,000 prediction points per simulation, and your balance is insufficient.]
"System, fuck you!" Jason's expression stiffened, and he growled, "Regular simulations cost only 5,000 points. Suddenly jumping to 500,000? Are you robbing me?!"
[This system's pricing is fair and just. It has never been a scam. Simulations beyond the star system require this many points.]
The system replied earnestly.
"Fine, you win." Jason's lip twitched. He couldn't be bothered to argue with the system anymore. At times, this system could be annoyingly tight-lipped. No point in wasting time debating it.
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