Blood Moon Rising on the Backside of the Moon

The secret room of the CIA's East Asia Science and Technology Information Section was filled with cold light. Marcus Lane's fingertips ran across the satellite monitoring screen. In the high-definition image, Jin Huan's slightly limp gait was marked with a red circle. Infrared imaging showed that the gastrocnemius muscle of his right leg was abnormally hot due to compensatory training. "Algorithmic hounds raised in ruins..." Marcus crushed the sugar cubes, and the sugar crystals scattered on the screen like a virus spreading model. On the split screen, the faint blue light of the "War Skull" prototype overlaps with Wang Kai's stern profile - that is the "Chinese AI brain" that he failed to eliminate during the southwest anti-terrorism operation three years ago. "Initiate the 'Tower of Babel Protocol.'" He whispered into the encrypted channel, and the glass curtain wall reflected the ice-like smile at the corner of his mouth. "Contaminate their training data links with noise... Let these young eagles break their wings under the crown." Check optimized version: The corridor of the Artificial Intelligence Research Institute of the National Defense University is filled with the unique rosin of newly soldered circuit boards.