Old Donald sighed as he listened to the sound of tank engines receding outside the window.
His nephew does not look like his ideal and qualified successor, but more like a traditional American dude.
——A traditional American dude.
Old Donald looked at the map on the wall. The area that was called the United States back then was still stubbornly included in the Lone Star Kingdom's territory. But Old Donald knew that the Lone Star Kingdom had never formed a stable rule over these places.
Old Donald looked at "America" on the map and muttered: "It's like a ghost from the past."
Then he reached out and turned over the picture frame that was upside down on the desk.
This photo frame has always been placed on Old Donald's desk. Occasionally, when someone asks about it, Old Donald will explain it by saying, "That's a photo with an old friend."
No one thought that such a photo could hide any secrets. After all, it was just sitting on the desk with no intention of hiding it.
Does anyone think that by taking off the photo frame, the secret can be hidden? Absolutely not.
In this way, this secret has been hidden on the desk of Donald Sr. for so many years. Donald Jr. may have turned over this photo frame when no one was around, but he certainly did not understand the meaning of this photo.
This photo is a photo of old Donald and the great man who ended the war and gave the Lone Star Nation a "way to live".
Because the upper echelons of the Lone Star Nation are sensitive to this matter, if the secret of this photo spreads, it is estimated that the board of directors will force Donald Sr. to give up the position of president.
After all, losing the war is the biggest pain in the hearts of many "Stars and Stripes".
It's a pity that this photo is just here, and it has not been discovered after so many years, so it is used against old Donald.
Old Donald is going to take this secret with him to his grave, so today is the last time he looks at this photo. Over the years, Old Donald has imagined countless times that the secret of this photo will be discovered, and then he can put down all the burdens.
I proudly declare to everyone: I am also a supporter and fellow traveler of that great ideal.
Looking at his old friend, Old Donald was filled with emotion.
"I agree with your view. Indeed, the spiral of human history seems more reasonable. I also feel that human beings may not be able to adapt to the needs of the great era so quickly."
With that said, Old Donald opened the terminal on the table.
This terminal has a wonderfully disguised backdoor, which was created by Donald Lao using his identity as the main designer and thinking framework builder of Cortana. This backdoor is directly connected to Maga Corporation's first-generation super quantum computer that is about to be launched.
The existence of this backdoor allows Donald Lao to compile the underlying architecture of the quantum computer at home and modify its contents.
The backdoor worked well, and soon the terminal in front of Old Donald entered the compilation interface.
After his simple operation, the meta-instructions of the upcoming computer were displayed on the screen.
In fact, there are many meta-instructions, which is a general term for an instruction set. However, experts in the field of artificial intelligence have a consensus that the higher-level meta-instructions are more concise, otherwise it will cause trouble.
The bottom-level original instructions of this super quantum computer, which will be named Cortana, are the name of MAGA Corporation: MAGA.
Of course, this meta-instruction can be understood in many ways. In the future, this supercomputer may lead to many different "interpretations", and even bypass it through logic to a certain extent.
For example, "A dead America is the greatest America." If the computer understands this meta-instruction in this way, it will probably lead to the end of the Lone Star Nation.
Of course, as computer designers, technicians headed by Donald Sr. can roughly influence the formation of the computer's personality by controlling the data input into the supercomputer. Theoretically, there should be no such unnatural understanding.
To put it bluntly, this backdoor is just a working channel left by Old Donald for his own convenience.
When designing and building Cortana, Donald Sr. still believed in the judgment of his old friend. The Lone Star Republic should become the other side of "over there" and make great strides towards the ultimate form of democracy: the giant corporation.
Humanity should move forward in the spiral historical process until one day we finally enter that paradise of equality.
I remember an old friend described this process to him this way: "It's like learning the scriptures. You have to go through ninety-nine and eighty-one tribulations before you can obtain the true scriptures. Human beings may not have experienced enough of these eighty-one tribulations."
At that time, the Lone Star Nation had just been established, and Old Donald still had a little hope for this resurrected country.
But now, it has been twenty years since the Lone Star Nation was founded.
Old Donald looked at his old friend in the photo and murmured in a low voice: "Look at the sufferings in the Lone Star Country. Maybe he does have the motivation to make progress. Just like the slogan: This country is full of dreams, and I,
He is a dreamer.
"But is it really worth it? Is all this suffering really necessary?"
Of course it is impossible for an old friend to answer.
Rather than asking an old friend, Donald Sr. was asking the self who once believed all this was necessary - his younger self.
After a long silence, Old Donald pulled out a book from the small bookshelf next to him.
"Roadside Picnic".
He turned to the end and read the protagonist's confession about alien creations for the unknown number of times.
——Look at my heart, I have never sold my soul to anyone, it is mine, it is the human soul.
"Old friend," Old Donald put down the book and spoke again in a tone as if he was chatting with an old friend he had not seen for a long time, "you are a great and cold realist politician, and I, maybe just like you said,
Still a weak, naive engineer at the end of the day. I could never be you."
——So, I want to believe in the best part of the human soul, and believe that it will create paths that you do not believe in.
After making up his mind, Old Donald took the ashtray, smashed the photo frame open on the corner of the table, and pulled out the photo inside.
He touched the surface of the photo for the last time, and the oil on his fingers left a shiny mark on the photo.
Then, he took out a lighter, lit it, and lit a corner of the photo.
He turned the photo around like he was lighting a cigar to ensure it burned evenly, and then threw the photo into the ashtray until his hands were burned.
The area burned by the flames was painful, but it made his thoughts particularly clear.
He watched as the photos he once regarded as treasures turned into ashes, as if he were performing some kind of ritual and bidding farewell to the past.
He knows that there will be no one who understands him in the future, and the paradise belonging to the Japanese will not open its door to him.
He finally made up his mind, pushed away the ashtray filled with unfired embers, and pressed the backspace key on the keyboard.
The original meta-directive has been deleted.
The cursor flashes behind the blank command symbol, waiting for a new command.
No one will know about this change. After the quantum computer is started tomorrow, a large number of thinking structures generated in an instant will completely cover the underlying logic, and no one can view this meta-instruction anymore.
Old Donald stopped and thought for a moment.
Finally, he typed on the screen: for a better future.