Will the Cyber ​​God fall in love with the Space-Time God?

Han Qingshu re-patted on the black box:

"You...you can't let a machine analyze and study your brain, let alone give a machine the right to self-evolve! It learns and grows, and you have no way of controlling it! What if it hates humans, what if He wants to counter-control you, in case—”

Yulia glanced at him calmly: "You are just afraid of the unknown."

"Really." Han Qingshu sarcastically said, "Will you share your IQ and your brain with the sweeping robot?"

A trace of anger rarely appeared on Yulia's face, and Wen Xi was afraid that he would have an attack, so she hurriedly smoothed things over: "Qingshu, I don't think this black box—"

Yulia corrected: "Hope."

Wen Xi nodded: "Yes, Hope, he will definitely hate humans or seize control or something. He is different from any sweeping robot. I don't understand the messy technology, but I believe in Yulia."

The deep space is boundless, the mission is hopeless, failures accumulate one after another, and many people on the ship are always frustrated.Only Qing Yulia, who has been meticulous and cautious for several years, keeps saying "stay optimistic" every day, as if he never gets tired.

If he hadn't been the backbone, maybe the Night Singer would have been in a mess not long after sailing.

Han Qingshu's voice was extremely cold: "Wen Xi, do you trust him? Ask him what mission he received from Director Liu before leaving!"

Yulia quietly disconnected the light link and put on the resonance wings.

Han Qingshu pressed on: "Tell her, tell your mate, what the Hongmeng Project is! Support the point, stay optimistic...it's all fake! Yulia Planck, you are a pessimist through and through !"

Wen Xi looked over nervously, her lips moved, and she didn't dare to question.

"The Hongmeng Project is indeed a task I received from Lao Liu." Yulia said calmly, "There is nothing we cannot say."

"This plan is to use the strange particles captured in the cosmic explosion as operators, coupled with crystal storage technology, to build a supercomputer. On the one hand, it will assist the exploration mission of the Night Singer, on the other hand..."

Yulia turned around and faced the endless darkness of the deep space: "This supercomputer will record as many scientific achievements and works of art as possible...preserve the fire of human civilization."

Han Qingshu sneered.

Yulia: "This plan is not a whim on my part. It is a plan that has been approved by the Eastern Union Council and signed by a total of 73 leaders from 86 countries in the alliance.

"If you need it, I can show the permission signatures of all the leaders of the Hongmeng Project Donglian."

He called up the relevant license file.

Han Qingshu's anger was seething in his eyes. He read word by word, trying to find any flaws in the document, but the last page was densely packed with the joint signatures of the joint leaders, directly sinking him completely.

Wen Xi's voice was a bit depressed: "So Donglian never thought that we might find a planet suitable for migration, right?"

"So they suddenly changed their minds and sent you up, just to make such an instrument, to provide human civilization with a decent... grave?"

Yulia's eyes fell on a very far and deep place, and she remained silent.

"What a joke!"

"Wen Xi."

Yulia's voice was very low: "Hundreds of millions of years ago, the nautilus became extinct; 6500 million years ago, the dinosaurs became extinct; about 3 to [-] years ago, the traces of several kinds of ancient human activities never appeared again; in distant galaxies, perhaps And the extinction of higher civilizations; even in times unknown to us, time and space have an end, the universe can collapse—”

He turned around, his eyes were like a torch: "Why do you think that human beings have any particularity?"

"I--"

Yulia raised her hand and stopped her words: "The diameter of the Milky Way is 10 light-years, and the thickness of the disk is 3000 light-years. The nearest large galaxy is a million light-years away from us."

"Life has a length, Wen Xi. Compared with the universe, the length of our life is not worth mentioning. This is not pessimism. Leaving the last fire is our confidence to move forward boldly."

"Even if the Nightsinger mission fails, even if we never go back, even if the entire solar system ceases to exist, we still have Hope."

His eyes fell on a line of characters engraved on the top of the black box, Hope0001.

A moment of silence.

Han Qingshu didn't find the error in the planning document, so he had to close the tablet cover: "Even if this matter is approved, letting an intelligent machine analyze and learn your brain is too extreme an experiment. As the chief engineer of this ship, Dong The artificial intelligence experts of the United Academy of Sciences seriously warn you, never do this again."

Yulia shook her head slightly: "I can't promise you."

"you!"

Yulia said coldly: "This is a military order."

Han Qingshu left angrily.

Wen Xi watched in silence for a while, then asked, "Do you... need comfort?"

Yulia shook her head and went straight out of the laboratory.

Hope kept staring at Yulia's back.

Yulia had just left the laboratory, and Hope spent 0.0003 milliseconds to retrieve all the information about "comfort" in the database.

Consolation, defined behaviorally as companionship, acceptance, and warmth, is associated with images of either stroking shoulders or hugging each other.

Hope's camera tilted downward as hard as it could.

He can't even see his own main body memory, neither hands nor feet, nor a warm body.

A strange "feeling" rose in his heart, like a rooted seed, firmly stuck in the core of his algorithm.

Yulia and Han Qingshu were both selected from the Donglian Academy of Sciences, and they were both scientists.

But Wen Xi was different, she was a soldier through and through, she barely got a military academy graduate, and then ran all over the Eastern Union, carrying out tasks everywhere.

For her, science, AI, and the universe both puzzle her and fascinate her, so she comes to Hope to report every day, seeing everything new, and shouting "Little Siri" and "Black Brick".

Seeing that she was interested, Yulia simply assigned her a task and watched Hope's evolution progress every day.

Wen Xi just watched a black box that was born only a few days ago, and was already calculating the gravitational ripples around the ship, as well as the possibility of the shape of space-time. She had spent more than 20 years in vain before cooperating with her, and she was not as good as a machine.

In order to make Hope look less "machine", Yulia added something small to him - a redundant computing area.

The redundant calculation area is placed on Hope's RAM (Random Access Memory) for Hope to randomly calculate something he likes.

To put it simply, Hope is now the same as human beings. He can lose his mind when reading a book, think about messy things when listening to others, and can think wildly in his own redundant computing area, and the wild horse is galloping.

If he could fall asleep, he might still dream.

Yulia also plugged Hope into the Nightsinger's LAN, allowing him to walk around the Nightsinger's networked machines without scaring anyone else.

Han Qingshu also came to visit Hope from time to time, but he was not surprised, let alone delighted, his eyes were always scrutinizing and heavy.

He still doesn't like Hope very much, and I believe Hope doesn't like him too much either.

This afternoon, just as Wen Xi and Han Qingshu got together in the laboratory, Yulia happened to step into the laboratory.

Wen Xi hurriedly waved to him: "Busy man!"

Yulia just stood at the door: "What are you doing?"

Wen Xi said briskly: "Old Han is trying to dismantle your Siri, your Siri is designing a new light energy weapon, I drank three full glasses of whiskey, so, Whataparty!"

Yulia: "..."

He turned around and left: "Have fun."

When the hatch was closed, Wen Xi lowered her voice and asked Lao Han beside her: "Why, you two started doing science together at the age of 13. He's still mad at you for such a trivial matter?"

Han Qingshu has no confidence: "He is unhappy, maybe because of his mother, maybe because no organic matter was found on the wandering planet, maybe because we are about to pass through a radioactive zone, or maybe because the Eastern Union Academy of Sciences sent 36 emails questioning him experimental method……"

"How did the Eastern Union Academy of Sciences know about his experimental method?!"

Han Qingshu argued: "This is my duty. I have to warn the Academy of Sciences of the risks. What if this Hope learns the structure of the human brain and becomes Skynet to enslave the world!"

Wen Xi's eyes could roll to the sky: "Stop watching science fiction movies!"

After finishing speaking, she changed her tone to a gentle one, and gently touched Hope's shell: "Old Han is a jerk, and Lao Han is talking nonsense, little Hope is so caring, of course he won't become a world of slavery—" Her hand snapped After a pause, "Old Han! Hope is gone!"

Except for the CPU which is still on, the blue lights of other components are off, which means that Hope has completely left the cabin along the network.

"Probably followed Yulia. He always followed as soon as he saw Yulia." Han Qingshu found another strange place, "Don't you think, this machine, he is a little too fond of Yulia Have you lost your mind?"

"Please, U is his study object!" Wen Xi felt that he was baffled, "Didn't you also giggle at those iron machines in your laboratory all afternoon, did I say anything?"

Han Qingshu was speechless, snatched Wen Xi's drink, looked up and felt bored.

Yulia is in his rest cabin, lying on the bed fixed to the wall, checking the report on the tablet.

According to the report, the rogue planet ASAEANA0063 has a gravity of 0.9G on the ground, and the atmosphere is a little thinner than that on the earth. It is rich in inorganic substances such as silicon, aluminum, and iron, and the surface is covered by a layer of nano-scale silicon crystals. Everything is perfect, except There is no sign of any organic matter living on the planet.

There is no place for life to survive.

In 38 days, 8 shifts of exploration spacecraft, all this is in vain.

He sighed, rubbing the center of his brow slowly.

With a ding, a video popped up on the tablet.

In the video, the leaves turn golden and hang on the branches, as if covered with layers of golden light.

Everything on the screen is so vivid, the breeze is blowing, the leaves are fluttering, and the fine light is swaying in it-he hasn't seen these things for a long time, and maybe he will never see them again in this life.

Yulia stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the leaf, but only touched the cold screen.

This gap is even more frustrating.

His eyelids were drooping, and he was about to lower them—those golden fallen leaves fluttered one after another, and at the place where his fingertips were tapped, they merged into a cascading flower, slowly blooming.

Yulia's heart seemed to be lit up.He loved the tiny surprise.

He praised: "Good idea, Hope."