Artificial Intelligence and Human Intellectual Disability

From taking Bai Yang home, Ning Weiyu took care of all his daily life, cleaning and massage, diagnosis and treatment, leisure and entertainment by himself, without letting others interfere.

Only the cooking, Ayu felt that he personally abused Bai Yang, so he handed it over to a five-star private chef who holds a first-level nutritionist qualification, and the ingredients were delivered directly from his own farm by Gao Zhan.

Bai Yang finally ended his embarrassing role as a medical tool man, but he didn't expect an even more embarrassing situation to follow.

He needs Ayu to feed him mouthful to eat now.

And these days when there are three meals for two people, one fish and one dog, the two of them are used to eating together, sharing bowls, plates, spoons and chopsticks, and you eat and I eat together.

At present, Ning Weiyu is holding the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other, and there is no sign of temporarily adjusting the operation because there are more people.

Bai Yang wanted to soak his head in the soup to calm down.

A spoonful of appetizing creamy fish salad with fruit vinegar has been delivered to his mouth, Bai Yang pursed his lips and buzzed: "I'm not hungry yet, you eat first—"

"You eat first," Ayu pushed the spoon forward and put it on Bai Yang's lips, "Be obedient."

Ning Zhe's steak knife was raised in the air, his brows were furrowed, as if he was considering which of the two he should poke first.

"You...won't you eat together?"

His tone was dull, with a restrained sarcasm in the ascending ending, just like the god of learning said to the scumbags, don't you know that the ratio of left and right is equal?

After being despised, the two of them can feed with peace of mind.

Bai Yang looked at Ning Zhe's face and asked, "Professor, are you wearing the new smart eye?"

"Version 3.0," Ning Zhe replied, took off the eyepiece and handed it to Ayu, "Close your eyes and try it, see if you can feed the food into his nose?"

Bai Yang: "..." Why is my boyfriend's father always treating me as a tool?

Ayu took the eyepiece and looked at Ning Zhe's exposed eyes in a daze. The wounds from that year should have been carefully repaired. There were almost no scars on the surrounding skin, and the eyeballs were still intact, but the vision was empty and out of focus.

When he was distracted, Ning Zhe still took a few mouthfuls of food, not paying much attention to his blindness.

Bai Yang looked at the eyepiece in Ayu's hand, which was obviously much thinner than the second generation, much like the sunglasses that people wore in the early years.

The inner side of the eyepiece is inlaid with a strip sensor, and the memory material fits the skin of the head and face, and the overall design is simple and elegant.

Ayu puts it on with her eyes closed, and the simulated image is projected to the visual response area of ​​the brain.

If the immature first-generation smart eye presents a two-dimensional navigation stick figure to the visually impaired, the second-generation smart eye, which has been honed for ten years, can already allow the blind to see a 3D three-dimensional world with realistic perspective relationships and basic colors.

In the third generation, Ayu was surprised to find that this is not only an exquisite improvement in appearance, but also a qualitative leap in imaging, which is already comparable to the visual effect of a camera lens.

He took off the eyepiece and tried it on for Bai Yang.

"This... is astounding! It can be done like this—"

Bai Yang looked around and was amazed. He could even see Professor Ning's proud and upturned lips.

"Professor Ning, your contribution to mankind will definitely be recorded in the annals of civilization forever. The police have captured the number one suspect in the Wisdom Eye case back then. It was Angie Sami who you rescued on the seashore of San Lefes Island." special."

Ning Zhe was thoughtful, and then nodded with his chin propped up as if he had finally remembered such a thing.

Bai Yang: "No matter how many years have passed in that case, the police will find out the truth and make it public. There is no doubt about your innocence."

Ning Zhe blinked his absent-minded eyes and smiled blankly: "Back then... Well, in fact, the new achievements are my best proof, there is no need for that."

"It's better to break than to bend." He turned his face to Ayu, "It's better to have broken jade than to have it broken. This is not good. The same boat has done much better than me, I... really bad, really bad. "

Ning Zhe reached out to touch the red wine glass on the table. He was not too old, and his appearance was lonely and handsome, but at this time he made no secret of revealing the loneliness and fragility of a partial genius.

Perhaps only in the dark barrier where he cannot see the other party's feedback, he has the courage to express his inner guilt to his son implicitly.

Bai Yang turned his head to signal Ayu.

Ayu stood up, handed the eyepiece back to Ning Zhe, and poured him half a glass of red wine.

"It may be late after work. If you don't mind, you can stay in the guest room. Or if you want to go back, I'll let the bodyguard take you off. Where do you live now?"

Ning Zhe took a sip of the wine, the acidity was high and the astringency was heavy.

"I flew from San Lefes to Yahua City in the morning, and came here directly after landing. I haven't found a place to live yet."

"Then you should stay at home for the time being," Bai Yang hurriedly picked up the voice, for fear that the father and son would be able to talk about the relationship between father and son as ordinary colleagues without a few sentences.

Although it was inconvenient for him to entertain guests during his limited mobility, in short, Professor Ning had seen his own miserable appearance, so he was not considered an outsider.

"It's safer at home, and there is also a small laboratory. You can add whatever you want."

This seems to be on the right track. After all, Professor Ning is a scientific researcher who is being rushed to put the laboratory in his hand. If there is a laboratory, there is a home.

The loneliness and helplessness when he was blind just now did not leave any traces, the old man took a few more mouthfuls and left the dining table with the soup bowl in his hand, swayed to the light screen running the restoration program and fell into deep thought.

After helping Bai Yang take a bath, Ayu sent him back to the bedroom. He still refused the transfer function of the smart wheelchair and dragged his lover to the bed with his own hands.

This man who was so powerful that he had saved the entire human race was obediently letting him manipulate him at this moment.Ayu felt that the dark things in his heart were quietly awakening, which was the pleasure brought by the satisfaction of absolute control, especially for the one he loved.

Ayu propped her arms on Bai Yang's side, bent her knees and squeezed one of her legs between his legs, tracing Bai Yang's handsome facial features with burning eyes, and made a smirk as evil as possible.

"You're mine forever, guess what I'll do to you?"

"No matter what I do now, you won't be able to resist, are you afraid?" Ayu leaned over and brought his face closer to increase the sense of oppression.

Bai Yang's eyes lit up suddenly, as if looking forward to what's going on? !

Why isn't he frightened, helpless, trembling, and pitiful... How dare he be more excited than the villain?

"You can do anything, you fixed me, and I won't resist~"

Bai Yang's voice was hoarse and soft, his eyes slid down Ayu's cheeks, and got into his half-open collar: "I want to feel you, clearly."

Ayu's ears and neck instantly became hot, crimson.

Even if this man couldn't move a single finger, he had already unbuttoned his clothes with just his eyes, stripped off his clothes, and kissed him from the corners of his eyes and brows all the way to his heart.

"It's...it's time to get a massage," Ayu collapsed, his body felt a little itchy, "Look at you, after a few days of not moving, your arms have become thinner, and your abdominal muscles are almost flat..."

He randomly kneaded Bai Yang's long legs a few times, stopped, pulled one of his arms away, and curled up into Bai Yang's arms.

If Bai Yang still had a sense of touch, he must have felt the sudden rise in body temperature and the trembling of delicate desire from the person in his arms.

The guy bewitched softly above his head: "Baby, I can kiss you."

"I can do it too." Ayu raised her neck and kissed her proactively.

After a strange experience, Ayu helped Bai Yang arrange a comfortable sleeping position, and printed a goodnight kiss on his forehead.

"Sleep well, I still have some questions to discuss with the professor."

Ayu turned on the physical sign monitor, and he always set the abnormal alarm to the most sensitive gear. He was woken up countless times in consecutive nights, but he never got into a temper tantrum with Bai Yang because of exhaustion.

Bai Yang felt sorry for him: "Baby—"

"What?" Ayu had already walked to the door, and turned back to the bed.

"No, it's okay... Don't make it too late, I'll take the opportunity to rest for a few more days, it's good." Bai Yang's eyes flickered, and the topic changed abruptly.

"Okay, I promise you." Ayu flexed her fingers and solemnly tapped on his heart.

"Ok?"

"When you are well, go to register for marriage."

"Ah! How did you know I wanted to say this?"

"You write a face."

"Where is it? We have the same mind!"

~~~

The father and son belonged to the same line of workaholics. Bai Yang soon found that there were two more pandas with dark circles in his home, and he was studying his nerves every day except eating and sleeping.

That's not really accurate enough.

Professor Ning often thinks of something in the middle of the meal, puts down the bowl or holds the bowl, and then walks back to the light screen to verify his inspiration; his sleep is even more irregular, and the guest room given to him is almost only used by the bathroom every day. At night, thinking about the problem directly, I take a nap in the rocking chair, and most of them are awakened by the new ideas during light sleep, and I open my eyes and continue to work.

Ayu was successfully led astray by this mentor who "followed the standard sudden death habit and danced wildly", and the good routine that Bai Yang had cultivated for him was gone. I remembered that the old notebook was running out of memory, and I had to be strong to bear the old father's frequent occasions. The regretful look of "as long as you have a long-term brain, you don't need to record these things" came over.

Ning Zhe felt that this child's effort to show off his stupidity did not follow him, nor did he follow that person, it seemed to follow Shen Tongzhou.

"This picture, um, has a clear idea and a good drawing." As he got older and taught more students, Professor Ning felt a little bit of praise, "Go back and help me get the manual of Smart Eye 3.0, It doesn't have to be too thick."

"Okay, I'll do it when Bai Yang is ready." Ayu agreed.

Ning Zhe tilted his head, feeling that something was wrong, but he was pulled back by the matter at hand and didn't think much about it.

Ayu knew that this was the only chance for him to follow Ning Zhe to learn about the mechanical nervous system comprehensively.

After all, his father's virtue, let him teach the same problem again, he may think it is more meaningful to train a dog.

He must not only learn, but thoroughly master.

In the future, if Bai Yang breaks down again, he can do it himself without asking for help.

"The plan has been straightened out," Ning Zhe said to Ayu, "You can do the repair surgery."

"Ah?" The hard-working student who just stood up and didn't ask for help suddenly panicked. This is not an ordinary operation, and he doesn't even have practical experience.

"It's... very risky, I mean, if I make a mistake or my hand is slow, he could have respiratory depression, a heart attack, a lack of oxygen to the brain... it could kill him."

"So you have to do it yourself." Ning Zhe leisurely took a sip of his coffee, tapped the armrest of the rocking chair with his fingertips, and was rocking sleepily, "I don't want to make any troubles just after our reunion."

Ayu was also in a hurry: "You are more confident than me when you do it."

Ning Zhe brutally punctured: "No operation has a [-]% success rate, and you know it all too well as a doctor."

Then, he raised his eyes from the bitter aroma of coffee, and found that the child's eye sockets were red, as if he was about to cry.

"Hey, why are you nervous? Isn't there me watching by the side—"