[Ming Ke] Starting from scratch

The white dove calling for freedom on the other side of the ocean stayed briefly on the brim of the hat, pecked at it, and then flew away.Belmode withdrew his hand stroking the feathers, opened the doorknob of the coffee shop, and walked in with a swaying skirt.

The new president of Elliott Group, Motley Eliot, was sitting in the box, reviewing the documents quietly, and the coffee on the table was already cold.Belmode sat down gracefully, Motley signed the last document, and waved away the assistants and bodyguards.

Belmode is very satisfied with such a private space.

"Time is precious, so I'll cut to the chase," Murtrey said. "What do you want in exchange for the information your organization has?"

"Mr. Motley is a cheerful person." Belmode said slowly, "Your father, Director Antonio, once obtained the database from the military. It is very troublesome to screen these, but as long as the experimental subject is captured, copying a database is just a matter of effort. ?”

"Seems like a good deal."

Belmode chuckled: "That's the truth, you should have no reason to refuse, right?"

Motley pondered for a while, then nodded and said, "If we retrieve the experimental subject according to your information, we will make a copy of the database. So, what is your news?"

Belmode issued a document, "The buyer of that capital transaction is Kudo Yusaku. Maybe you are not familiar with it, but we sent people to conduct various investigations, and they did not get the experimental body. Either the experimental body was destroyed after the transaction. Take it away, or-"

The second page of the document records the access to bank information.

"That financial transaction was directed and performed by the experimental subject."

"Kudou Yusaku's family will not have huge capital inflows afterwards, the first possibility is very small." Belmode said confidently, "Mr. Motley, the intelligence of this experimental subject may be far beyond your imagination. We The test subject's accomplice has been found in Tokyo, and the information is all in this document."

Motley took the documents away, his handsome face was in a daze.

Belmode left quickly.The subordinates outside the box filed in, holding their breath and waiting for the boss's order.

He stroked the pages of typed paper, thinking back to the past involuntarily.

When he came to the company as an intern as a successor, his father, Antonio Eliot, arranged an assistant for Motley.The assistant looked too young, and Motley protested to his father: "My sex life is very regular, and there is no need to install such a thing."

The assistant dubbed "this kind of thing" was calm, and Motley got an embarrassing explanation: "It's not what you think-Romani is an AI assistant and has been assisting the company's development for a long time."

Has artificial intelligence researched to this level yet?The conclusion is negative.Anthropomorphic AI has not yet appeared, so how can we talk about such a fake appearance.Motley worked with Ms. AI for a period of time in doubt, with suspicion about the level of intelligence.

"Mr. Motley, the plan for this resort can't make a significant profit. Please reconsider." Miss AI calmly dismissed a document, and Motley raised her eyebrows: "The geographical and economic benefits of Yolan's rural areas are all at the upper level after the evaluation. , There can be no mistakes in the resort project. Are you doubting my judgment? AI also understands the element of 'doubt'?"

"Or, your intelligence is not enough to decide such a complicated project? Father is really confused to rely on AI."

Romani showed no expression of resignation.Motley was disappointed for a moment.However, if the AI ​​can feel unwilling, it will be hell.

She calmly pointed out: "The local state government has recently moved to build a high-speed rail. The possibility of integrating the mountain environment and running through Yolan Farm within five years is as high as 80.31%. Excessive noise and traffic pollution will greatly hinder the profitability of the resort. Please reconsider this project."

Murtrie was dumbfounded.

The cool AI efficiency is excellent, and the annotated suggestions can hardly be more perfect.Motley observed secretly for several days, and his interest in Miss AI even surpassed the work itself.Romani compiled the new analysis report into a book, and he still couldn't help asking: "Are you really an artificial intelligence? Could it be an executive hired by my father to trick me?"

Romani's movements experienced a brief delay, and he quickly replied: "The guess is wrong. You should focus on learning and practicing."

Murtrie didn't believe her perfunctory attitude, and was still thinking about how to expose the deception that Director Antonio had painstakingly laid out.Before he took any action, when he came home from get off work one day, a stockholder got out of the garage and poured concentrated sulfuric acid on him——

Romani stood in front of him lightning-fast, and all the corrosive liquid adhered to the young AI assistant.

After the stockholders were arrested and brought to justice, Antonio came and brought the miraculous liquid gel at the same time.After the gel was applied to Romanee's burnt area, it was visibly restored to the naked eye within 10 minutes.

Even in doubt, Motley realized that the girl could not be human.

At this moment, it was difficult for him to describe his feelings.Lost, angry, thankful.All emotions disappeared in Romani's cold and empty eyes.

"Romani is my private AI, and it is not subject to scientific registration. If those old guys find out, they will definitely cause big trouble." Antonio said, "It's a scandal, it's hot, and it's going to be dead." The big consortium refused. Technology sharing, hindering the development of AI for 50 years' news headlines. Therefore, I have not announced the existence of Romani. Compared with AI assistant, she is more suitable for the title of transparent assistant."

After working together for a while, Motley left Romani's support and began to work alone.Romani returned behind the curtain in the chairman's office.Motley saw his father occasionally, and could see her polite, distant smile.

No matter who, at any time, she is always so indifferent and aloof.

After his mother died, Murtley laid a bouquet of flowers at the cemetery, dodging the endless barrage of reporters.It rained heavily that day.On the roof, on the grass, his whole body was dripping wet.The boredom in my heart is like when the rainy day and the fog linger, an umbrella appears above the head just right.

The petite Ms. AI calmly raised it to a somewhat reluctant height, and said in a calm tone: "Mr. Motley, please take shelter from the rain and dry as soon as possible."

On that rainy day, he remained motionless, and suddenly asked, "What would a world without emotions be like?"

Romani replied rigorously: "Because of the lack of emotion, I can't make a significant answer."

Motley said to himself: "I feel tired of life. Too many people, too many emotions. It would be great if I could be like you—no emotion, just a bystander of the world."

Romani closed his mouth and turned the umbrella over there again.

"Ha, I understand what my father said—Muse." Motley said, "Romani, you are indeed... the most perfect human being."

If he is evaluated in this way, some people will smile and laugh at him for being too teasing, and then jump for joy.Some people will be embarrassed, and humbly say that it is your praise.

Romani was just walking on the road, silent, the pattering rain replaced the language function.

17 years ago, the sudden death of Amanda, the owner, caused a heavy blow to the company.Seems like someone bought that amazing AI.Murtrie didn't care much about it.Because he is a mediocre person who is no different from others under the sun, and she is just a perfect human being who watches the mediocrity's farce with cold eyes.

A mediocre move will not cause her any fluctuations.

but--

Seventeen years later, Motley opened the file.If this is a hoax that Chairman Antonio, and he, President Murray, have been kept in the dark for decades—

What if that AI is not a perfect human being?

Everything he was obsessed with in the past seemed to have become a funny comedy.

"Romayne," Murtray whispered to himself, "WHOAREYOU?"

The stone man opened his eyes.He smelled the aroma of food, and although he was not hungry, he woke up naturally.I don't know how long after I was in the dull thoughts, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in." The stone man said.

Murata Iwa came in with a plate in his hand, and he explained to Shangshiren's puzzled gaze, "Normal eating is also a part of recovery. Do you want to try it?"

"Is there something wrong with me? It's working fine now." The stone man asked blankly, "If there is some kind of medicine in the food, it means that I will cooperate in the future."

Murata Iwa sighed, and put the plate aside, "There is no malfunction, and there is no medicine in the food."

"Then eating is a pointless activity. I cannot understand why eating is necessary."

"No...things can't be simply divided into meaningless and meaningful," Jing He said, "and eating is the same. It has a probability of speeding up our recovery, and it doesn't mean that the body is malfunctioning. We are now Something is missing, it doesn't hinder the organism, but it's still something important."

"What is that thing?"

"It's called ego," said Murata Ikazu.

The stone man frowned, "If it is missing, it won't have adverse effects on life, so why waste resources to restore it? Once it is restored, you can't guarantee that new troubles will arise."

"But it's wonderful, which you can't perceive now." Murata Ikazu said.

The stone man said: "What I can perceive now is that I am functioning well, and this is a normal property. What you say, I cannot understand and may not grasp. Adventure is not in my code."

Murata Ikazu reluctantly backed down, walked to the door, and said, "After today, you can go back to the previous room, and a new room has been prepared for the guests."

The stone man nodded politely, watched the well and closed the door.

Romani leaned against the door and said with some amusement: "Are you two arguing? It's just a meal, as if you are facing a major decision."

Murata Iwa was surprised by Romani's sudden appearance, and expressed helplessness about the conversation just now: "I can only think that the stone man's thinking is very solidified, and it is difficult to awaken consciousness. His statement is also the same as ours before?"

"But it's amazing. After listening to his analysis, I don't feel a sense of identity." Romani said with a smile, "It seems that I have changed a lot compared to the past. You should be a little bit, right?"

"Yes—" Murata Iwa nodded slightly, "Speaking of which, I should also thank Mr. Amuro—"

It has been ten days since Amuroto moved into the villa.Fang Island carefully arranged the new guest room according to Toru Amuro's preferences, as a token of gratitude.

For the three meals a day that Toru Amuro is responsible for, all the villa members who tasted it expressed their high praise.

Although this made Toru Amuro doubt whether the group of them had a normal meal.

For Toru Amuro, the past few days are also rare days of relaxation. All work is isolated from him-no fighting, no washing dishes, no investigation of extramarital affairs, and a good night's sleep every day.In addition to cooking for a large room, he also learned something new from different people.

"Hackers—?!" Toru Amuro opened his mouth in an O-shape unbelievably, "Do you know this kind of thing?!"

"I've learned a little because of work, but I've only learned to the point where I can master it. It's better not to have high expectations." Romani dug out the pudding with a small spoon, and his pronunciation was a bit vague.She pointed to Murata and others sitting on the other side of the sofa, and explained: "If they want to learn, they can get started faster than ordinary people. The work that hackers have to do is actually to alter the data, right? What they need to manipulate is only the data in the computer. data. Now we are more or less reconstructed from data, and it is easy to lurk into other computers. Compared with technical hackers, it is like cheating."

Amuro couldn't help but nodded, "In this way, in the current information age, everything will be more convenient."

"However," Romani suddenly put down the spoon and made a ding when it touched the edge of the porcelain cup. "I don't know if it's luck or misfortune to have such a privilege. I know the world's information network like the back of my hand, so I lose the joy of the unknown."

Toru Amuro turned his head sideways: "Too omniscient and omnipotent, will it become boring? I don't know how many people want to experience that dullness."

Romani lowered his head in embarrassment, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure coming up the stairs.She waved her hand: "Miss Sakura! You're awake, how do you feel?"

Sakura Zhenhe's pale face smiled slightly: "It's much better, come out to get some air. This is...?"

Toru Amuro stood up and bowed slightly. Romani blinked at him and said, "Mr. Amuro is my friend—as a Japanese policeman, to protect our safety. This is Ms. Sakura Zhenhe."

Sakura looked to be in his thirties, with a thin body and pale skin, and the blue blood vessels under the skin could be counted.Sakura also slowly nodded to Toru Amuro, and said softly, "I'm not in good health, I made Amuro-kun laugh."

The stone man opened the door and heard conversations in the corridor.He looked down and saw a group of people chatting around the coffee table in the living room on the first floor.

"Don't take too long to breathe, remember what the doctor said." Romani instructed, carefully put on the coat she was wearing, and Sakura obeyed quietly.After tying up his clothes, Sakura's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he pressed his heart with his knuckle hand, and said in a daze, "Strange...?"

Romani stepped back half a step and looked up suspiciously.

Seeing the stone man leaning against the corridor on the second floor, Sakura asked in a daze, "Who is that? It seems familiar..."

"That's Shi Renjun, ah, the name is given by everyone. When you woke up last time three years ago, he was a little younger than now. Do you remember?"

Sakura looked at the stone man and showed a slight smile, "Ah, I remember. He is that 'genius boy'."

Romani paused, "Genius boy?"

"I seem to remember something again." Sakura explained, seeing Romani's curious look, he added with a smile, "When I was in the laboratory, Romani was only 16 years old, so that's already amazing. But the youngest The most important thing is the stone man, he is the son of an expert, he was only 14 years old at the time - but his ability has already surpassed his father. Everyone calls him a genius boy."

The stone man recognized the shape of Sakura's mouth.

"It turns out that the stone man is so powerful." Romani also shook his hand at the stone man. Thinking of the conversation between Muratai and Helpless some time ago, he also sighed, "Because he is a genius, he has his own set of ideas and will not be fooled by anyone." Persuasion. Is it like a stone man?"

Sakura agreed, then smiled and said, "But there is one exception."

The stone man clenched his fist lightly.

"Because I'm surrounded by aunts and uncles, and you're the only playmate." Sakura recalled, telling them, "The stone man will only stay with you. Sometimes picky eaters, if Roman persuades him a few times, he will also Finish eating obediently. ——Ah, it was so cute at that time.”

She looked up at the stone man and was startled: "Now it's - the same generation as me."

Romani touched the back of Sakura's hand, feeling a little warmth on the cold skin.Sakura sighed, her spirits were weakened, and she was visibly exhausted by the naked eye.She forced a smile, turned slowly and went back to the room.

The stone man turned his head to look at the leaving figure of Sakura, and slowly loosened his clenched fist.

The author has something to say:

There is a big difference between the current Romani and the Romani in memory.