Namjoon POV:
Where all my talent went ... I started to think. What to do next? What to do next? The question ran through my mind. The Jinie must be completely destroyed. For that, you need to write a new software program. For creation or for destruction. This is a very difficult task. Jinie has been developed by gradually polishing many complex functions.Apart from that, it has learned billions more new functions on the internet. No one but me knows the whole thing about Jinie. So, I can only do the destructive work by gradually trying and learning by mistake.But, I can't search anything on the internet or anyone else can search and share with me.
Because, Jinie will keep track of everything I do. If not, that's it. Mine, my family, friend, relative, office person's eye iris, fingerprint, photo all according to jinie. So, don’t just give up if you know someone is working against it. It must be destroyed by deception.I have to write the program in a place where there is no internet connection and talk to it normally, execute the program in seconds and destroy myself. For this, I went home with a split mind as I listed in my mind what I wanted now.
My mother-in-law, who was from town, came and opened the door when the bell rang. Like the new mother-in-law, when she saw me she ran into the kitchen and peeked out.He is different, ashamed of not knowing the time. Everything from the child marriage that was to take place to the tenth grader at my wife's school at this time was prevented, until the rat bit the uncle's toothpick next door.The father-in-law, who was watching TV as usual, continued the TV with a laugh, asking, "What groom is comfortable? How's work going?" He is the living saint.
I entered the bedroom and fell on the bed as it was. It would have been a while. The door slammed shut.
I opened it angrily. The man who went to the hall with tension was shocked.
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The Modern Genie (Namjin FF) Miniseries
Fanfiction"Jinie, please enough". The moment the answer "This is just a trailer, look at the main picture" flashed, the phone rang. Turning on with a shudder, the recurring message increased my tension. My son, who was sitting in front of the computer at sch...
