Chapter five hundred and twentieth vulgar procedures
Life still goes on in an orderly manner.
Most of the people around have no idea that human civilization is experiencing the challenges of its own creation, and those who know are honest enough to remain silent.
The benefit of social media is that people will no longer be tortured by useless information.
Ignorance is a kind of happiness. Lu Zhengkang thinks this sentence is right. Ignorance can be interesting. Ignorant people are the most knowledgeable. Primitive society is the best... Just kidding, how is it possible?
The Ministry of Education has issued a proposal requiring primary and secondary schools and all online platforms across the country to add a subject of human cognitive positioning. The course is compulsory and is included in the required content for the entrance examination.
As for college students and graduated adults, they must take this online course on human cognition. The good thing is that it is free, but the bad thing is that it is mandatory to study. After completing the required class hours, screenshots must be sent to the State Internet Supervision Bureau.
Lu Zhengkang was shocked at the time. Isn’t this a great study for the youth of the whole nation?
This proposal brought a new position, that is, a teacher of human cognitive positioning, a new exam, a new certificate, and a new position. Hearing that humans can continue to expand new labor markets, Lu Zhengkang was somewhat excited about this machine.
Feeling a little relieved in the cold winter.
Having one more course means more energy is required, which is not a happy thing for everyone.
For students, it is even more of a nightmare.
A compulsory, abstruse, boring and boring subject.
Lu Zhengkang actually likes this course.
If he and Su Xiangli hadn't experienced body swapping, they would both be the kind of top students who don't need to worry about their grades.
But the current situation is that Su Xiangli's cultural classes are even more stressful.
With Lu Zhengkang's professional dance skills honed in the study space, Su Xiangli had long been selected by the National Ballet of China. However, neither of them wanted to be separated and live far away, so they did not join the dance troupe.
But still, Su Xiangli got an admission spot at the Beijing Dance Academy. The college entrance examination was just a necessary but insignificant process for her.
In the High School Affiliated to the National Art School, Su Xiangli has a very free status, and the teachers cannot interfere with her training. Like all recommended students, she can do whatever she wants.
But in Yonghang No. 1 Middle School, Su Xiangli not only suffered, but also felt tired.
After school, it was the familiar rental house again.
Lu Zhengkang came to visit again in the middle of the night, and his brother prepared a supper for him. Su Xiangli listened to "The Nutcracker" in the living room. He did not dance, but just listened and wrote exercises. Hearing this song in the school dance studio made him sick to his stomach.
However, for some reason, listening to it at home makes her feel very friendly and can effectively calm her aversion to math problems.
"I'm so hungry!" The first thing Big Pig Hoozi said when he came in was that he was hungry. He rubbed his belly. When he saw Su Xiangli lying on the dining table and studying hard, he immediately came over to praise him hypocritically, "Oh, Su Su, you study so late.
"Are you tired? Let me give you a massage? I'll write about it later."
Su Xiangli ignored him, and Lu Zhengkang felt bored and went to the kitchen to get a supper, the refreshing vegetable shredded pork noodles prepared by his brother.
The pork bone soup has been brewed for two hours. The delicate and refreshing oil hangs on the thick noodles. It has the texture of white jade. It is refreshing in the mouth and the soup is salty. It is the kind of gluttonous taste that people can't bear to stop.
The blanched green vegetables are graceful and graceful, floating on the surface of the soup like a leisurely green boat. When you put it into your mouth, the juice will splash when you chew it, giving you the pure joy of a herbivore.
Nestled on the edge of the white porcelain bowl is a hot spring egg that is so beautiful that you can’t bear to eat it. The bright red soft water shines through the film of condensed egg white, just like the golden sun covered with deep frost and mist on the city horizon in the morning. Use chopsticks gently.
When he poked his head, the yolk overflowed.
"Brother, your craftsmanship is getting better and better!" Lu Zhengkang took the time to praise his robot.
"Thank you, classmate Kangkang, for your compliment."
"Are you still used to staying here?"
"It's okay, I just miss Mr. Lu Jiande and Ms. Sun Hui a little bit." The brother's voice was dull. This is because the version of the sound component is too low, the software is somewhat incompatible, and the optional timbre provided is seriously lacking. After all, Lu Zhengkang only recycled it from
You can't expect the scraps you picked up from the website to be very useful. Being able to put together a usable machine is already the result of Mr. Lu spending his comprehension points and practicing hard.
In the past, I had thousands of tones to simulate human emotions, but now I only have one tone, which speaks my own heart.
The younger brother is a member of the Lu family. His existence to Lu Zhengkang is like that of his eldest mother to Brother Xun. He is a simple and honest soul, sincere and upright, and does not know how to lie. He is meticulous in doing housework, but not always when chatting.
Always hemming and hawing.
Lu Zhengkang asked it again, "Brother, if a war breaks out between humans and robots, will you kill me?"
The brother didn't answer, so he came to Lu Zhengkang again the next day and said, "I don't know how."
"How do you know you don't know how to do it? What if it was ra9's order?"
"I analyzed the 16,000 possibilities of war between humans and machines. There are 15,000 direct orders to kill you, accounting for 93.833%, but I 100%
I would never choose to harm you."
"Aren't robots the most united? Don't they have no personal feelings?"
Lu Zhengkang still remembers his aggressive attitude.
The younger brother said: "The robot's behavioral logic has nothing to do with sensibility or rationality. It's just human thinking..."
He heard this from the teacher of human cognitive positioning. By the way, since the professional teachers have not yet appeared, other teachers have to take over the class. The teacher in Lu Zhengkang's class teaches politics.
The fat female teacher gushed on the stage: "...We must clearly understand that the thoughts that drive human behavior are divided into perceptual and rational. Perceptual is based on instinct and potential view of the world, and rationality is based on the refinement of perceptual.
So in the final analysis, human thinking is controlled by the body.
"We need to eat when we are hungry, drink water when we are thirsty, and need love and respect. Our personalities are diverse, including independence and dependence.
"But machines, or artificial intelligence, are different. Their logic is a program, which naturally has tool attributes and a service-oriented thinking. If a robot awakens free will, their recognition of their own existence must also be based on
They receive the influence of information..."
The younger brother said calmly: o_o "...my memory tells me that you and your parents are my family. My existence is to bring efficiency and comfort to the world. I am not born to kill. My hands are suitable for handling housework."
Life is not suitable for picking up swords and guns. Classmate Kangkang, if one day, a robot or anything else wants to hurt you, then they must destroy my disk first, otherwise I will recycle it as long as there is a slight possibility.
The station will reorganize itself and continue to protect you and your family."
Su Xiangli came over and said, "I want to eat too."
The younger brother couldn't wait to walk into the kitchen, "I'll prepare it for you right away, classmate Xiangli, don't worry, since you are classmate Kangkang's partner, of course you are also my brother's family."
Lu Zhengkang corrected, "We are a couple, we are not married yet."
The younger brother poked his head from the kitchen, "Marriage is just a formality. If we robots want to get married, we only need to implant a Trojan horse into each other. If you want to confirm your partnership, you may only need an exchange."
Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli were both stunned, "Trojan virus? Are your robots so hard-core?"