American Detective: Starting as a Rookie Cop in an American TV Show

Chapter 1371 Jack's Problem

"Mr. Reese, Agent Tawole, is everything done?" Finch's voice came from the headset.

Jack rolled up the car window to block out the sirens, "It's over. Mr. Benton was dealing with a drug dealer and a gunfight broke out due to some misunderstanding. Unfortunately, he was killed on the spot by the assassins from the Matador gang.

Detective Fusco, who arrived shortly after, shot and killed two drug dealers who tried to resist, and there were no survivors at the scene.

Finch on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke, "So everything is as planned, right?"

"It was Reese's plan. I just made some minor additions to it." Jack said modestly, earning an eye roll from Reese in the passenger seat.

"In any case, the doctor will have nothing to do with this matter. Reese cleaned out the 'caustic soda' in the storage room and replaced it with all the cocaine he found in the 'Matador' gang's lair."

"Well done, gentlemen."

Finch was about to hang up, but Jack stopped him, "Wait a minute, Finch, I have a question."

"Please go ahead, Agent Tawole." Finch's voice was slightly surprised.

Jack asked the question that had been on his mind for a long time, "In your opinion, how did your 'machine' define the identities of the victim and the perpetrator in this case? It gave Dr. Tillman's number, so in his opinion, is the doctor a victim or a perpetrator?"

"Of course," Finch's words suddenly stopped, and Reese also cast a puzzled look at Jack.

Jack continued, "If the 'machine' thinks the doctor is the perpetrator, and it gave the number in the hope that we could prevent a possible murder, then isn't our action contrary to its intention?"

Jack paused, giving the two time to think, "Or maybe, in fact, in the eyes of the 'machine', the doctor is a victim in a sense, and he hopes that we can prevent the tragedy from developing further?
Or, it simply gives out numbers according to the program you set, and doesn't care about the results, so the numbers it gives out are always 'related numbers', and will not gradually evolve into 'suspected suspect numbers' or 'suspected victim numbers'. "

After a long silence, Finch did not make any answer, but asked Jack a question, "Agent Taverer, the basis of your questions is based on the fact that the 'machine' has self-awareness. Why are you so sure?"

Of course, that’s because the screenwriter in the previous life wrote it that way.

Of course Jack couldn't say that. He just chuckled and said, "Isn't it obvious? When a virtual program's logical thinking ability surpasses that of humans, even if it doesn't have human-like emotions and can't be considered a human, it is at least a silicon-based intelligent creature, right?"

"I've never thought about such a 'terrible' thing. I need time to think about it." Even though he couldn't see the scene on the other end of the phone, Jack could imagine Finch rubbing his temple as if he had a headache while talking.

He simply threw out one last, more "scary" conjecture, "You have emphasized that the 'machine' has the ability to self-learn and evolve, so do you think it is possible that when we handle those cases based on the numbers it gives, it is also learning from them.

Learn what is "right" and what is "wrong", learn ethics, morality, law and all other operating rules of human society, and gradually develop the "emotions" that belong to it. "
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"You caused my 'boss' to go down. He hasn't contacted me for two days." Reese used a spoon to pick up the golden fried rice on the plate and complained vaguely.

"Maybe there just aren't any particularly important numbers these past two days."

Jack just shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. After all, the plot line must have collapsed after he shot the big boss of "Decima". All he had to do was to make the "machine" baby grow up as soon as possible. No matter whether another evil artificial intelligence "Samaritan" would appear or not, he just had to prepare in advance.

According to his understanding, the competition between AIs is nothing more than authority and computing power. He is still working hard on authority, but has already made some progress in computing power.

The previous European trip of Shangri-La senior executives not only attracted public attention on the surface, but was also fruitful at the official level.

Originally they only planned to build two data centers in Norway and France, but now there are five, with the addition of three additional cities: Stockholm, Madrid and Hanover.

That is to say, the Russians are still under sanctions, otherwise the sixth data center would most likely be placed in St. Petersburg, but Minsk in Belarus is already a candidate.

With the Houston data center in Texas about to be completed and put into operation, and the "Cloud Mountain" data center that is being planned to be built inside a mountain in Montana, Jack is confident that he will have a crushing advantage in computing power in two years.

Jack didn't know whether Finch knew about the existence of "Samaritan", but judging from the fact that he actively participated in the construction of the "Shangri-La" data center, he not only provided a huge amount of funds, but also spent a lot of time discussing the program structure construction with Justin.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Finch is clearly preparing for something, just like Jack.

After two busy days, Detective "Dou Dou" finally had some free time and went to the base building of the wanted criminal team to pick up his son.

"I don't understand." Fusco's expression was a mixture of excitement and confusion. "Where on earth did this guy get the courage to fight four gang thugs alone with only a pistol?"

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but the high-spirited detective came at dinner time this time.

Reese, who was busy eating, didn't bother to pay attention to him. But Jessica seemed to like children very much. She took care of Fusco's 10-year-old son in a gentle voice.

"Just a little psychological suggestion."

Jack served Fusco a large bowl of fried rice and told him to feel free. "Benton is a smart man, but the smarter a person is, the more likely he is to fall into the trap of preconceived thinking. He thought he had no way out at that time."

Reese said sarcastically, "It's clear that it's not just doctors who find it easy to change careers. Federal agents find it even easier to become criminals."

"Hey!" Jessica hit him with a reproachful expression, "Jack has been helping us all the time."

"Yeah." Reese sighed, with a little regret on his face, "But he sometimes makes me feel like a white-collar salaried fool."

"You blame me for stealing your limelight?" Jack handed over a small note with a smile, "If you really can't stay idle, do me a favor."

(End of this chapter)