Wild grow

"What do you mean? Have you read similar stories? In novels? How about the final ending? Oh, it must be a good ending," Jin sighed, "It should all have good endings, novels are like this... "

"No, in the book I read, artificial intelligence has the ability to reverse time. In order to return to the original state of the human world before it was destroyed, he destroyed most of his system—"

Jin opened his mouth, looking a little confused: "What happened next?"

"I don't know if it succeeded." Fushen smiled, "The novel is not finished yet."

Jin looked a little disappointed and said "Oh", at this time he heard the people around him add: "Although I don't know what will happen to the novel, but I know that at least this time the artificial system will not fall into hibernation in the end. In the end, There will be a knight in armor riding a tall white horse, wielding a long sword to cut through chaotic thorns, and the dragon fighting dragon will come to her—"

Jin laughed "haha" before he finished listening to Fushen's words: "Knight? Any programmer doesn't meet such a setting. Have you ever seen a knight wearing thick beer bottle glasses and can still be chic? ?”

Fu Shen glanced at his roommate and said casually, "Yes."

gold:"????"

Fushen smiled and stopped talking, not wanting to admit that the person he recalled reflexively at that second was Professor E—probably because he had a face number six, and that face was handsome no matter what yes.

Kim thought for a moment and said, "I don't think anyone can stop this."

"So what if it can't be stopped? He's very old."

"The first generation is a milestone of artificial intelligence. Although the current artificial intelligence may have surpassed it in all aspects, but... oh my god, when I was in college, there was still a course of data analysis that was analyzed from it! No more He, what should people who learn this knowledge do in the future?"

"There will be a lot of other old-fashioned AIs in his place."

"Just like you have been using 'he' to refer to this program, since it is an artificial intelligence, we should regard him as a unique and irreplaceable individual-everyone will be sad when a human dies, and it should also have the same treatment."

"..."

Fushen was taken aback for a moment, and then stopped teasing his roommate with this topic. He fell into deep thought, and no one in the dormitory spoke for a while.

The next day, everyone went to class as usual, but everyone’s conversation topics became very unified—in the school classroom, in the laboratory, in the corridor, and even in the bathroom, everyone was talking about the death of the "first-generation artificial intelligence" everywhere.

Apart from the moment of its birth, this is the second time it has received global attention like this—it can be regarded as the glory of life and the greatness of death.

...if the "death" is really successful.

Because of its own spoiler attribute, Fushen did not appear to be so enthusiastic about these topics. He only noticed that Professor E was missing during class the next day, and their real tutor rarely showed his face. For them to cover up the process of how to dissect the little frog perfectly.

Fushen was drowsy throughout the class.

After class, I went back to the dormitory without eating anything, and just after entering the room, Jin followed me in. Fushen and Jin sat in the dormitory chatting with each other. On Google's related pages, the glaring countdown is also faithfully flowing with the passage of time every minute and every second...

At this time, one and a half hours before the "first-generation" system goes dormant, the number of online users on the website has exceeded 27 billion, which means that there are at least 27 billion terminals sitting in front of each person waiting for this countdown every time. Variety.

When counting down to one hour and fifteen minutes, Jin began to look a little anxious. He asked Fushen for the fifth time, "Are you sure someone will stop this?" For the first four times, Fushen answered with a smile. "I'm sure", but this time, he stood up, and then he walked to the computer, put his hands on the computer desk, and said in a slightly excited voice: "'He' is coming soon."

"Who?" Kim asked.

"Knight." God Fu replied.

It is 5:25pm US time.

As soon as he finished his words, as if he wanted to verify the absurd and crazy prophecy he said, the number in the upper right corner of the website that had been beating crazily stopped suddenly!

Jin rushed up and squeezed Fushen away, and slammed the mouse twice: "What's wrong? It's crashed? Why doesn't the number move?"

Fushen didn't speak, he blinked, at this time, the minute digit of the built-in time in the lower right corner of the computer changed from "5" to "6".

The sound of Jin fiddling with the mouse stopped suddenly.

Then the two people standing in front of the computer watched helplessly as the entire homepage of the webpage changed. Black and white fell from the Google logo like cracked mud, and the colorful logo gradually appeared, and the color of the entire page changed again. The bright colors that people are familiar with, the familiar gentle female voice came from the computer speakers at this time——

[Hello, human. 】

Hello, human.

This is a simple sentence that various artificial intelligence programs will greet the person sitting in front of the host countless times after restarting or activating.

Jin beside him began to cheer like a lunatic. He danced and shook Fushen ecstatically repeating the seven words "the knight is here and it's still there", and even if he had guessed the ending a long time ago, Fushen My heart still couldn't help beating wildly——

He came to the window and pushed it open, only to hear that the entire student dormitory building outside was boiling at this moment, some were screaming, some were howling like wolves, and some were banging on the railing with something , and then I don’t know who took the lead, people sang a song, the singing was loud, and the brothers who lived upstairs were a little out of tune...

Fu Shen closed the window, turned around and asked Jin, "Why are you so happy?"

"Isn't this nonsense?!!! The princess is still alive! The knight is here, our princess is not dead!!"

"That's just artificial intelligence. I'm afraid that sometimes humans don't know why they create these things. Although they are really close to humans as you said, if they can't figure out the 'why they exist', then there is no It is necessary to mourn or cheer for their life and death."

"Your statement is too pessimistic, Bai." Jin stopped Fushen's neck with a smile, and touched the tip of his nose at the same time, and said indecently, "Why do human beings risk the dangers that happen in various science fiction films to create There is no artificial intelligence that can surpass our own... huh?"

"why?"

Fu Shen turned his head and asked.

The seriousness on his face made Jin slightly taken aback.

After a while, he said with a smile: "Probably because it is too lonely. As a highly intelligent species, human beings are lonely until other super intelligent species appear in the universe."

Fushen stared at Jin expressionlessly for a moment, and the latter also looked at him solemnly with a restrained smile—the two were so close that they could clearly see the "seriousness" in each other's eyes without the slightest hint of joking .

After a while, Fu Shen suddenly said: "I don't accept this statement."

Jin: "Huh?"

Pushed away by the black-haired young man, he fell on the bed and watched him regain his previous indifference: "It's too high school, can you nerds stop bringing the settings of Japanese high school two into your life every day?" ?”

Kim: "Huh? 'These'? Who else?"

Fu Shen waved his hand and walked out of the dormitory.

Amidst the cheers and singing in the student dormitory, he walked to the library in the afterglow of the sun, his ears were cleared, he came to the second floor, and then picked a book from the rows of bookshelves. Squat directly next to the bookshelf and read a book seriously.

Half an hour later, the black-haired young man finally let out a long breath, closed the book in his hand, and stood up with numb legs. He stuffed the book in his hand back to the shelf and tried to find the next one. The wandering eyes finally stopped, he narrowed his eyes slightly and found that the target he was looking for was on a slightly higher bookshelf.

He grabbed the edge of the bookshelf with one hand, stood on tiptoes a little, and stretched out his hand, trying to reach for the book that was a bit too tall - his fingertips stretched out a little, just as Fushen slightly frowned and considered Do you want to give up and honestly move the tiptoe shelf over to get it again, he suddenly felt the light in front of him dim, and a person stood behind him, and then stretched out his hand to take the book down for him.

Fu Shen was slightly taken aback.

Turning around, he saw the familiar turtleneck sweater and delicate chin. The corners of the man's lips curled up into a beautiful arc, and his voice was low and magnetic: "You said last time that this book is a pornographic comic."

Comic books were stuffed into their own hands.

Fushen stared blankly at the man who appeared behind him like a ghost—only he had "knowledged" him for less than a hundred hours, and the time he hadn't seen was about 36 hours, but he suddenly realized that he was a little bit "long-lost" Reunion" emotion.

When I saw this smile, my heart moved, as if something was rippling and spreading.

So before he even had time to think about what was going on, Fu Shen blurted out: "Where did you go during the day?"

When he opened his mouth, he felt that he was too abrupt. Fortunately, the person in front of him didn't care about it. Enoch's smile remained unchanged: "An urgent and short business trip, why, miss me?"

Not wanting to continue talking to such a slippery person, Fu Shen glanced at him, noncommittal, and squeezed the book in his hand to leave between his chest and the bookshelf, but before he could take a step, he was caught The man lightly pressed his shoulder: "Stop joking, what do you want from me?"

Of course it's fine.

Fushen knew that he might be ridiculed again for saying this, so he just found a reason and said: "The first-generation artificial intelligence system was disordered, which caused an uproar. I want to ask your opinion...but now I don't need it, because——"

"Well, I know." Enoch said lightly, "According to the proposal I left behind, the technician should have fixed her about half an hour ago."

Fu Shen: "..."

Enoch raised his eyebrows: "Isn't there?"

Fu Shen stared at Enuo for a while, and then said expressionlessly, "It's not funny."

After finishing speaking, I have to leave again.

Enoch seemed to have realized it now, and pulled him back with a helpless smile: "You think I'm in a hurry to go on vacation? After I sent you back to the dormitory yesterday, I received an order to go to Mountain View City immediately before I drove home. ..."

Fushen looked at Enuo, not seeming to be joking at all.

After being shocked, he suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was "Professor E".

Later, with his own power, he turned the world upside down, and personally created an artificial intelligence monster that can destroy the sun and destroy the solar system.

Fushen narrowed his eyes slightly, his chest began to throb crazily, as if he saw the answer to the problem he wanted to solve right in front of his eyes.

"I believe it," he said in a calm-sounding voice. "How did you do it?"

Enoch seemed to have expected him to ask this question.

This question may be too confidential or complicated academically, in fact, he can refuse to answer it, Fushen is even ready to fight for a long time to get the answer after being rejected——

However, he only saw Enoch's smile becoming clearer and clearer.

The comic book in his hand was gently pulled away, the other party squeezed the book, lifted his chin playfully with the corner of the book, and then said with a smile: "I'll tell you if you're dating me."