At the end of the volume, will the bionic Lu Zhengkang dream of the electronic Su Xiangli?
AD 3077.
Kuronmark.
Lu Zhengkang was lying on the hospital bed, staring at the clock on the wall opposite. There are 42 hours in a day in this "world". It is now ten o'clock in the morning, and the imitation star ring rises from the horizon.
Today he will undergo the last surgery to replace the mechanical parts of his body with biological materials. After completing this step, he will become a complete human being, and he will age to death within three days.
The secretary came and knocked on the door.
"Please come in."
The door opened, and the secretary led the most famous contemporary editorialist in.
Their graceful mechanical legs walked on the floor without making any sound. Lu Zhengkang stared at these alloy limbs wrapped in polymer skin, and then turned to look at his pair of pale feet exposed from the quilt, which were soft and plump.
, covered with dark yellow dead skin.
The editorialist stretched out his hand, and Lu Zhengkang shook it with her. Her palm was very strong.
"It is my honor to meet you." the editorialist said sincerely.
"It's an honor to meet you. Please sit down." Lu Zhengkang pointed to the small sofa beside the bed, "What would you like to drink? Tea or wine?"
The editorialist shook his head, "Sorry, I can't eat recently, I just had my digestive system replaced... you understand."
Lu Zhengkang couldn't say anything to deal with it, so he just nodded, "Okay, then, let's get started."
The editorialist's electronic eyes showed excitement, "May I ask you, as the greatest artistic creator in the past ten centuries and the first bionic person in history to transform from a complete machine to a human being, what motivates you to take this step?
To this day?”
Lu Zhengkang stared at the ceiling for a long time, until the editorialist took a deep breath impatiently, and then replied: "It's for my lover."
"So the rumors on the Internet are true. Are you really married to the great scientist Su Xiangli?" Before the editorial came, she had downloaded all the information and analysis articles about Lu Zhengkang's life. She was not actually asking,
She just wanted to truly confirm some statements through her own words. This was to seal the coffin and finalize history.
"Yes, not many people came to the wedding." Lu Zhengkang nodded.
"Have you received your marriage certificate?"
"The law didn't allow it at that time, so I didn't receive it."
"Do you remember what day the wedding is?"
"July 4, 2099, is also her birthday." Lu Zhengkang swallowed a mouthful of thick saliva.
"That is, before the Fourth World War." The editorialist really wanted to get some recording media in his hand so that he could copy down every word and every word of the artist in front of him. Although it is inefficient,
But there is a sense of ceremony.
Lu Zhengkang turned his head and looked out the window. Outside the ecological circle was a deep space. Kurongmark had no atmosphere. The imitation star ring was fixed on the outer layer of the ecological circle and circulated on a regular basis.
The editorialist also followed Lu Zhengkang's gaze and looked to the outside world, "Kurong Mark, as a work from the mature period of your style, changed the entire rock planet from a sphere to a flat land according to the Mercator projection. It is really an amazing spectacle. You
Have you ever thought about who will inherit your artistic tools?”
Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "Leave it to the Federation."
"Including the dominance of the 5,733 planets under your name?"
"I left a game for those who come after me. If you want my wealth, you can go to the game to get clues." Lu Zhengkang's eyes were full of smiles.
The editorialist looked at the person in front of him and asked, "What's the meaning of this?"
"No meaning."
"so……"
"There is no reason." Lu Zhengkang looked sideways at the editorialist, "There is no reason. Although you are more than four hundred years old, you still lack a lot of emotions that humans should have."
The editorialist showed a satisfied look, "This proves that my formal existence has escaped from the lower level."
"But this is also a gap. When humans began to transform their bodies on a large scale, my wife was inexplicably called the pioneer of intelligent beings. But until her death, her body was still composed of human flesh and blood. Only you, through
The technology she left behind keeps transforming herself into machines. Do you think this is evolution?"
"With all due respect, flesh and blood are bitter and weak. Countless diseases, hunger, plagues, and deaths in ancient times are all due to the shortcomings of flesh and blood..." The editorialist went on and on about the theory of the destiny of intelligent man.
"Okay," Lu Zhengkang waved his hand, "When the theory of destiny was first proposed, you were not born yet, and even the fertilized eggs that make up you may not exist, but I witnessed that era. This is not the result of evolution, but...
Humanity lost to the androids, so it sought power from machines. The Fourth World War, let the first
All the previous efforts have been in vain. This is the truth of destiny. This is the assimilation of human beings and AI. What determines the existence of consciousness. Maybe someone could explain it clearly before, but until now, no one can explain it clearly. No.
Dare to make it clear. You have been transformed and surrendered, but eternal life is just a coffin board."
Editorialists were unconvinced, but she maintained a tough stance.
Lu Zhengkang closed his eyes, "She said that she allowed me to go to her only after she asked me to complete my best work. What will eliminate our generation is not knowledge, not technology, but ideas. Between you and me, we have completely
Unable to communicate. Just treat me as low-level. I was just a crude robot at the beginning, but she kept transforming and upgrading me.
Even the tools I use to create, the factory that transforms the planet, were also designed by her. I keep painting, never focusing on characters, only natural scenes, in which people are just embellishments, no different from the brush strokes of a cloud. Until now,
I want to truly complete my work, a portrait of a character, with my body."
Editorialist: "Do you want to express your political demands?"
"Please leave. The most famous editorialist in the Federation, the higher the body, the lower the soul. We have nothing more to say."
The secretary asked the editorialist to leave, and Lu Zhengkang began a long sleep.
In his sleep, he was pushed into the operating room and the last piece of machinery in his body, the brain, was transformed into a biological structure.
After the operation was completed, he still did not wake up.
Sweet dreams are so long and warm.
…
In those years, when Su Xiangli needed money, Mechanical Deer could sell his works.
The painting itself can hardly be regarded as a major breakthrough in art. At best, it has a subtle sense of dissonance brought about by an omnic imitating human aesthetics, but it has enough hot topics.
The first android to carry human consciousness.
If there is a topic, there will be a selling point, so soon, the work of Mechanical Deer was sold to sky-high prices, and Su Xiangli had the capital to start a company.
That year was their third year of marriage.
Su Xiangli pursued the technology of transforming mechanical bodies into biological bodies throughout his life. However, this path promoted the development of mechanical transplantation. In the Fourth World War that followed, Su Xiangli was called an "intelligent human being".
"Pioneer. She is often given various titles by interested people. There are many such things, and she doesn't care.
With the help of biotechnology, she lived for more than 560 years until her genes completely collapsed.
Following the will, she was buried next to the grave of the deer Zhengkang. She was born in the same quilt and died in the same cave. At that time, the mechanical deer, which already had flesh and blood, completed this step with its own hands. It stared at that person's tombstone and asked in a low voice
: "Are you me?"
No one can answer.
…
The ginger-yellow mechanical deer was wearing a straight Mao suit. Today was July 4, 2099. At 8 a.m., Su Xiangli took it to apply for a marriage certificate, but was told that the marriage law did not apply to her relationship with the mechanical deer.
situation, so the certificate cannot be issued.
At noon, the invited relatives and friends from both sides came to attend the wedding. Five people came from the Su family, seven people came from the Lu family, and more than 20 classmates came.
Su Quanting, Lu Jiande, Yang Chun, Sun Hui, Sun Sheng, Sun Ying, Zhang Yingxuan, Zhou Ping, Zou Jiaqi, Wei Changjun, Bai Fengqi...
A person, a story.
Su Xiangli led the mechanical deer to propose a toast in front of each table of guests.
She drank in a very chic manner, drinking one cup after another. Everyone only looked at her and did not talk to the mechanical deer.
Halfway through the wedding, reporters broke in, and the already awkward wedding banquet broke up immediately.
Su Xiangli pulled the mechanical deer. She was wearing a red wedding dress and ran to the street. One of her shoes ran away, so the mechanical deer carried her on its back.
Keep going.
Traveling through huge cities and running wildly in rural areas.
They wanted to go to a hillside full of flowers and shout to the stars. They really found a tulip field with great benefits. There was a tin scarecrow made by the farmer standing on the edge of the field, and crows and sparrows were above the head of the little robot.
Jump.
Su Xiangli looked at the boundless stars, and tears kept flowing down.
"Lu Zhengkang, do you know? In fact, I feel that I am really lucky to get to this day. Being able to marry you is the greatest happiness in my life. They always say that my name is not good. Hunan and Lidu
It's a bad sign, but I never think it is like this. As long as I live for you for one day in my life, it is already a blessing from God."
At that time, the mechanical deer could only say: Don't cry.
A heart of steel will not hurt.
…
What can transcend time?
When Lu Zhengkang saw the sweet dream slowly falling into darkness, he knew that he was about to die.
Darkness is like a clear sea.
On the sea level, a golden mountain shows its majestic silhouette.
He then trudged from the sea to the hillside, which was full of epiphyllums.
Deep in the bush, Su Xiangli, wearing a red wedding dress, opened her arms to him.
