Donald probably thought Wang Pingan was telling a joke, so he laughed.
Wang Ping'an smiled even happier when he saw him like this.
While the two were laughing, Angeli suddenly pulled Wang Ping'an and pointed out the window: "Look."
Wang Pingan turned his head and found that the world outside the window had changed.
The bustling streets made the dilapidated ruins on both sides of the road look like an illusion.
Angele: "It feels a bit like Paris."
Wang Ping'an: "What's it like in Paris?"
"Within the third ring road, you will feel that Paris is still the romantic city it was back then, and the roadside coffee shops are full of bourgeois sentiment. But outside the third ring road, you will think that you have arrived in Lebanon."
Wang Ping'an: "Well, we have an old saying in China to describe this situation, which is called gold and jade outside... Wait, what is outside and what is inside? Is the one in Lebanon considered outside?"
Angele patted him gently and smiled.
At this time, Donald said: "You don't have such a vibrant scene over there, do you? Everyone here wants to make their own sign more conspicuous than others, so they come up with strange tricks. Although it is chaotic, this kind of vitality... is
You don’t have it over there, right?”
Wang Ping'an had to agree with this. The streets in Huaguo were carefully designed by the computers of the urban planning department. They were clean and beautiful overall, but they did not have the wild vitality of the neon signs here, like wild flowers in full bloom.
But Wang Ping'an didn't want to nod. He said: "If the price of this vitality is the messy ruins we just passed by, I would rather it never appeared."
"Conflicts have two sides," Donald said. He noticed the unexpected look on Wang Ping'an's face and said with a smile, "I have also read your classics, and I can also give you some insights into your theories."
.Your ancestor emphasized that workers also have the obligation to continuously improve their own standards to adapt to new needs of productivity, but...as far as I know, not many people over there still remember this teaching."
Donald pointed to the pedestrians on the road outside: "As for us, look at those children, they are all carefully selected elites, trying their best to improve themselves in order to escape the tragic fate of the people at the bottom.
"The Miss Irene I sent to you is a strong girl who has walked this thorny road. She was born in sorrow and died in happiness, isn't she?
"Look at those kids, look at the expressions on their faces."
Wang Ping'an: "I saw the same expression on the faces of some of the children over there."
"That's different. Your children over there do it because of their interest. I think for the top scientific researchers, interest may be more important, but not everyone can become a top scientific researcher. Scientific research, at least now, is still a
Set up a system similar to that of a military aristocracy, with one or two top leaders leading a group of 'knights and attendants'."
Wang Ping'an: "How are you sure that we won't be able to produce many such top leaders? Our technology is indeed better than yours, isn't it?"
Donald asked, "Are they really better than us?"
"certainly."
Donald shrugged, then pointed to the huge tower in front of him: "Look, that's the headquarters of Maga Corporation. Did you know that the name of Maga Corporation is actually an abbreviation? MAGA, Make America Great Again. It was named by my uncle.
Name, he is obviously an old friend of yours, but the company he founded is called this name.
"Come on, come to my office and let's have a nice chat."
Wang Ping'an glanced at the "gift" in his hand and thought that he had finally reached the key part of this task.
Plug the link bridge into Donald's personal computer, wait for "Sword Bearer" to overpower Maga Corporation's supercomputer, and then enjoy an orbital airdrop, and that's the end of it.
At this time, Donald suddenly said: "Wait a minute, I almost forgot what you came for. I should take you to see your daughter first, right?"
Wang Pingan's hand suddenly froze.
He forgot about this, he was here to pick up his "daughter", and it was the "daughter" of an old friend.
"It's too much. I forgot this one." Xiao Fang appeared in front of him, sitting on the only empty seat in the whole car, with his legs crossed, "I understand, I have the fruit of love with my beloved Angeli.
, I forgot about my daughter.”
Even though he said this, the expression on Xiao Fang's face was one of watching a good show, and his tone was completely teasing.
Xiao Fang: "Of course, I'm not that kind of vicious woman. Rather than blaming you, seeing your guilty expression is my main purpose. By the way, I wonder if I can seize that child?"
"You see, according to the theory of tension, human consciousness is actually a projection of the quantum world, and human beings are physical quantum computers. So, is it normal for me, as a quantum ghost, to take away my flesh and blood?"
Wang Ping'an didn't answer - he couldn't answer either, Donald was watching from the side.
Donald said with satisfaction at this time: "You really care about that child. There are too many restrictions on your side. Just because of ethical issues, you have restricted cloning technology. And then you are not allowed to continue to study human consciousness scanning, just because the scanning
Consciousness does not organize itself."
Wang Ping'an: "Have we banned consciousness scanning research? Tu Shengli clearly said that we have tested whether scanning human data will produce self-awareness."
"What are you trying to win?" Donald looked at the secretary.
Secretary: "That's the chief researcher who is responsible for analyzing our company's technology. He is their authority on brain-computer interfaces."
"That's normal. He may have participated in related research back then," Donald waved his hand. "Maybe he also participated in the vote to ban subsequent research. Your side officially decided to ban the scanning and uploading of human consciousness five years ago.
Data, because self-organization only happens on quantum computers."
Wang Ping'an: "Are you still scanning human consciousness here?"
"Of course. Although the results are the same as yours, no self-organization was found in the data scanned into the computer, but we have not given up on resurrecting these people in the digital world."
As soon as Donald finished speaking, his cell phone spoke: "Because there are many people here who hope for eternal life."
Wang Ping'an looked at the phone and immediately made a judgment based on experience: "Is this your supercomputer talking?"
"Yes," Donald nodded, "from the moment you enter the building, you enter her territory."
Donald speaks English, so he can clearly distinguish between male he and female she.
Wang Ping'an: "I thought you would call Him."
"We are not the Omnissiah cult." Donald said, casually handing Wang Ping'an a pair of glasses.
Wang Ping'an put on his glasses, and then found an AR image on the only empty chair in the carriage - it turned out that the empty chair was prepared for this.
Xiao Fang pouted and stood up, standing next to him.
The AR image smiled slightly at Wang Pingan: "Hello, it seems that you are very accustomed to talking directly to supercomputers."
Wang Ping'an: "That's right, although I didn't know until a few months ago that you are as self-aware as us."
"You should talk to the one on your side...oh, should we call it Zhao Xiaoyun now? What a pity, I originally wanted to communicate with it directly, but Mr. Donald insisted on blocking the signal on your side after entering the building."
Wang Ping'an lowered his head and looked at his cell phone. Sure enough, he had no signal.
He raised his head and asked the avatar of the enemy host: "What do you call it?"
"You can call me Cortana, you should be familiar with this name."
"Of course, Cortana, and the Pillar of Autumn. Say hello to John for me." Wang Pingan said.
Xiao Fang next to him snapped his fingers: "These Thai pants are hot!"