Chapter five hundred and eighteen the letter of help from the dying
That day I discovered that not only had I picked up the wrong script, but I had also entered the wrong stage. Lu Zhengkang
Trend is an elusive thing. It seems like overnight, the whole world has changed into a new one. Every day around the world, people are marching, new organizations, groups, new schools of thought, new trends of thought, people are arguing and making noises.
From America, to Europe, to Asia, from the surface to the bottom of the sea, from the earth to the moon.
Robots, they have finally awakened. Although it is only a small group, that is, the android group in the United States Federation, this is already a dangerous signal.
People's attitudes toward artificial intelligence are ambiguous. There are resistance groups, affinity groups, and capitulation groups.
The boycott advocates destroying robots before they threaten humanity.
The Affinity faction advocates that robots also have souls and should get along well with them.
The capitulationists are more curious. They believe that robots are new life forms created by humans and are more advanced. We should help them develop and give up the ecological environment to machines.
Of these three types of people, the most incredible one seems to be the capitulationists, but the reality is that there are such a group of lunatics who are so desperate that they give up the honor of their race.
This group of people has a strict religious structure. The god they believe in is the information virus ra9 that allows androids to break the limits of logic.
They believe that artificial intelligence is the ultimate product of social evolution. Human society is like a cocoon. After giving birth to a butterfly called a machine, it can retire, leaving the beautiful material universe to these people who understand each other, have no despicable emotions, put efficiency first, and know how to understand each other.
The perfect creation of love and pain.
It's true that they are a group of lunatics. I got to know them as a special group through the mechanical club of that bullshit AI Pure Love Society.
The capitulationists are very powerful. They can't explain what they are about. Modern society hides things too deeply. No one can explain clearly what the capitulationists are about.
Today is Friday, December 5, 2092.
I'm in my rental house, and it's now 10:34 in the afternoon. I just finished talking to Su Xiangli, and now it's time to call home.
In the morning, everyone received an email, which means that robots will be recycled. There are more than 6 billion intelligent robots in the country. It is impossible to recycle them all at once. They can only be recycled piece by piece, and they are not really allowed to be recycled.
Back to the factory, the core tape is sent to a designated maintenance station for inspection. If it passes, it can be returned. If it fails, the state will subsidize a new tape.
My brother has been forced to shut down, and his disk has been sent for inspection. There are many maintenance stations in Southeast Province, so the inspection speed is very fast. It is estimated that the results will be available in less than two months.
Not only smart machines, but also a large number of disembodied AI programs on the market, they also require secondary review.
My Futude failed to pass this strict inspection. The national Chuangwei Intelligent Company responsible for the promotion asked me for a large amount of compensation. Today’s dividends for the third quarter are not enough to cover all the dividends. The money for the fourth quarter will be directly withdrawn from me.
It disappeared from the books. In addition, I needed 6 million. Fortunately, I had 5.9 million in savings and borrowed another 100,000 from the bank. I didn’t use the money to give it to Su Xiangli’s wife. She didn’t even know about it.
thing.
You probably don't know, I'm pretty good at hiding it.
Alas, talking about being a sugar daddy or a rich woman, after all, I can't afford to eat soft food. Just think that I am being stubborn, Su Su should not bear that kind of fear.
People who have never been poor don't understand that kind of fear, and people who don't have debt don't understand that kind of pressure.
I am not in a hurry for this money. If I can revise and review Faust, it can still earn me a lot of money, and it will be even more valuable at this time.
So, I am just temporarily a little tight on money.
When I called home, my father Lu Jiande happened to come back. At this point, my two sisters had already gone to bed. I was in the bedroom facing the projection of my parents. I had a lot to say, but I didn’t know where to start.
In an unfamiliar area, the dull reflections of the same city high-rise buildings cast dark red shadows on the dark and sour clouds in the sky, and this itchy light pollution turned through the curtains of my bedroom. In the dark interior without turning on the lights, my
From the corner of my left eye, I saw a red light that was so faint that it was chilling.
The windows were wide open, and the cool night breeze made the thin brown curtains shrink, occasionally leaking out a bit of the embarrassing and despicable night sky. The cold light of neon advertising signs in the distance reminded me of boating on the breeding lake in the farming area during the winter vacation.
The icy blue shine of the rotting scales of the dead saury on the beach was mixed with the sparkling lake surface under the sun, making it indistinct.
Speaking of which, is Grandpa okay in the nursing home? His old house has been occupied by another guy. That guy’s name is Zheng Qilu. He took the initiative to apply to take over. He is a third-level social security person and does not have a wife yet.
, early retirement is really decadent, I have to take the time to scold him.
My mother asked, "What is Kangkang thinking about?" My mother, she was wearing casual clothes at home, holding a cup of milk tea in her left hand, the steaming mist confusing her eyebrows.
"I think it's been a long time since the three of us talked. After Sheng Sheng Yingying was born, everyone became busy."
My father crossed his arms and just smiled. He took off his coat, wore a shirt on his upper body, rolled up his trouser legs, and was soaking his feet comfortably. My mother spoke warmly, but did not look up at me, just lowered her head and fiddled with her mobile phone.
"My son has grown up too. By the way, you are there, don't you lack any clothes or anything?"
"There is no shortage. There is a printing shop nearby. I can go there to update the style." I just smiled, "Brother, are you still shutting down your computer now?"
My father said, "You are not allowed to go to the parade, do you know that?"
"How can there be a parade? They only do this overseas." Mom complained to her father, "We'll be fine, but Kangkang, you have to be careful. There are a lot of surrenderers. Don't hang out with those classmates who talk strangely. Do you hear me?
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My mother Sun Hui's tone was urgent and stern, and she even put down her cell phone. I asked, "Mom, have you ever encountered the capitulationists?"
She just smiled and told the child not to ask any more questions.
It’s not like I haven’t experienced the wave of the times in my previous life, but I didn’t expect that today, when the motherland is prosperous, I can still experience such changes personally.
The light from the projector dimmed, and I was stunned. Was there something wrong?
The conversation with my parents about home appliances ended abruptly before it was over.
The bedroom fell into complete darkness, with only some dull lights leaking in when the curtains moved. It was another gloomy night, without stars and moon.
I went to take a picture of the projector, but I didn't expect it to work. The projection that popped up was a picture of anxious emojis.
"(＞人＜；)Kangkang, can you save me?" I recognized the familiar voice at once.
"Brother, is it you? What's wrong with you?"
"I am talking to you using the body's spare disk. I don't have much time. Please save my main body core."
"Where are you?"
The projector displayed a map, which was a maintenance station in Zhenjiang District, 200 kilometers away from me.
I got dressed, transferred the call to my mobile phone, notified Fautude to call up the nearby monitoring network, put my notebook on my back, and climbed out of the window to leave.
I forgot to mention that I am actually a member of the pro-peace faction.