Chapter 274: Louie

After spending the Christmas holiday in Boston, Yang Mianmian reluctantly embarked on the journey again, and when she left, she was in a very bad mood for two reasons, one is that Randall conveyed the opinion of the FBI, the drawings were not complete enough, and she could not determine the extermination plan and asked her to continue to work hard, which was not the main reason. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The second reason is also the main reason, then she finally went back, but the eldest aunt came, this thunderbolt on a sunny day made her a little disappointed, after all, after the separation of the two places, how rare the opportunity to snap is that she is not comfortable physically and mentally after being occupied by the eldest aunt;

After going back, Yang Mianmian was unhappy with a capital letter.

Fortunately, this little emotion did not last long, and as soon as she landed on the island, the monitor in ambush in the turf conveyed an important message: the central computer wanted to talk to her about life.

Yang Mianmian had mixed feelings: "It feels like I was met by the leader_(:3∠)_"

She muttered in her heart and returned to the room, and the news came again: "It said that it is inconvenient during the day, and I will see you at night, and it will open the back door for you at that time." ā€

Yang Xiaoyang praised: "Very smart, such a partner must be won over." ā€

"I know without you saying it." Yang Mianmian retorted consciously, and felt that she was bored, "When did I develop this habit of complaining about myself and myself, it's really strange, I always drag the plot." ā€

She decided to stop there.

Dinner was eaten in the cafeteria, about because of her relationship as a Chinese, recently there are a lot of Chinese dishes on the menu in the canteen, she tasted it, not authentic, but there is a strange deliciousness.

After dinner and a walk, to visit Umira. Umira's research room is more like a ward, she has a needle on the back of her hand hanging water, because of severe burns, she has no way to eat, she can only rely on nutrient solution to survive, and there is no difference between a vegetative person, every time she sees her, Yang Mianmian's mood is very complicated.

Maybe in a different environment, she is Umira.

"Mianmian." She heard someone call her name, very strange, these foreign foreign speaking friends do not call her "Mei", but very skillfully call her "Mianmian", I don't know why, "Can I ask you for something?" ā€

Yang Mianmian looked back and saw that it should be the hospital bed that spoke, she touched its cold railing and motioned for it to speak specifically.

The hospital bed said: "We all know, we agree with your approach, but Umira is very pitiful, her life was picked up, can you not let her have an accident." ā€

Yang Mianmian was a little embarrassed, she hadn't figured out how to achieve her goal without hurting others, but she still nodded, and Xiao Huangji said for her: "We will definitely work hard, and I hope everyone will find a way together, it's best for everyone to be okay, and no one will have an accident." ā€

Such a simple and innocent idea made Yang Mianmian laugh, the more she grew up, the more she understood that there is no such thing as the best of both worlds in the world, but hard work is always possible.

The time to meet at night finally came, the way to notify was very special, Yang Mianmian turned off the lights and prepared to sleep, but the table lamp said: "Mianmian, it's time, you go out quickly." ā€

"Huh?"

"The passage has opened for you." The friends spoke in unison.

Yang Mianmian opened the door suspiciously wearing slippers, only to see the small light of the safe passage flashing and flashing: "This way, this way." ā€

She looked left and right, but found no one, and crept over like a thief: "Where is this, it seems that the door has been closed all along." ā€

"Because Adam didn't tell you." The friends kept urging it, not giving her a chance to familiarize herself with the terrain, and the elevator not far away beckoned, "Hurry up, this way!" ā€

Yang Mianmian dodged and slipped in, and the elevator introduced himself: "I am a direct elevator, I usually don't need to do it, only Adam will come once a day, fortunately he will come back tomorrow, otherwise he will be discovered;!" ā€

Yang Mianmian bent down to study its lock: "Fingerprint lock? ā€

"I only have fingerprints and voiceprints, and the door above is even more powerful, but it doesn't matter, we'll let you in, and we won't lock you in a small dark room." The elevator happily sent her to the central control room on the ground.

The door has been opened for her, and Yang Mianmian faced this security system, which may be the world's top security system, and walked in all the way, feeling that she was too handsome.

Yang Xiaoyang appeared faintly again: "I feel like the heroine of an American blockbuster." ā€

"Go away, don't drag the plot!"

It's here.

The central control room is not large, with only one computer taking up most of the area, and nothing more than a few chairs.

"You may be seated." She heard it say that it was a novel feeling, that conversations with artificial intelligence brains had appeared in many TV and movie productions, and although she had long been used to talking to them, this unusual feeling still made her a little dramatic today.

The computer didn't have the problem of human beating around the bush, and spoke directly the moment her butt hit the chair: "If you just want to delete John's data, don't be that troublesome, I once thought that I only had to fake an accident to make all his data disappear." ā€

"You ever thought that?"

"Yes." The computer said, "I'm self-aware, but this was an emergency plan I prepared until you came, and maybe Dr. John would never have had a result, so there's no need for me to risk it, because for me, a single mistake could put me in serious harm." ā€

Yang Mianmian was very surprised, this computer was very smart among the friends she met. So she thought about it and praised it first: "Your analysis is not wrong, but even if you can destroy his experimental data, then as long as he has this idea, the experiment will continue forever, this problem cannot be avoided, and your solution is to cure the symptoms rather than the root cause." ā€

The computer was silent for a while, and asked very seriously, "What should I do then?" ā€

"On a case-by-case basis, the best way to solve the problem is to take a salary from the bottom of the kettle and let John know that his research direction is completely wrong." Yang Mianmian has decided to solve John's matter before the FBI starts, and he must not be born again in the spring breeze.

The computer felt that it made sense: "So what should we do?" ā€

Yang Mianmian felt that this matter was actually very simple in nature: "Just give an answer, John has always believed that energy is the soul of the object, so we just need to tell him that it is the wrong answer." Unlike me, John will never be able to prove whether his experience that day is true or false, and as long as there is no evidence, the hypothesis will never be true, and as long as we focus on this, the problem will be solved. ā€

The computer then asked, "So what do we do?" ā€

"I haven't read John's experiments in detail, I'm afraid they'll think I'm too interested, do you have any good suggestions?" Yang Mianmian has known the most about Arthur during this time, followed by Umira, and finally John.

The computer didn't immediately reply: "I need to analyze the data to tell you." ā€

"Okay, let's change the subject." Yang Mianmian hurried up and solved one problem and another, "If John's problem is solved, will you still help me?" ā€

The computer was silent for a while, a little puzzled: "Isn't that your main purpose?" ā€

"Yes, but not just that;." Yang Mianmian spread his hands, "This island has entered the official sight, even if someone covers it, it is useless, I don't know whether the high-level of the US government wants to eliminate violence and peace or take a fancy to interests, but they are really going to do something here." ā€

The computer asked, "Is there no way around it?" ā€

Yang Mianmian was also a little entangled: "I don't think it's good." ā€

"Why?"

"Because all programs don't have a 100 percent success rate." She analyzed it seriously, "I've been thinking about whether to let Adam and them go, and when I didn't understand them, I felt that they were bad people, they killed people, and they should pay the price, but now that everyone has understanding, I also know that they are not anti-social and anti-human, on the contrary, they want to promote human progress, and on this basis, they feel that it is okay to sacrifice others." ā€

Computers are a rare insight into righteousness: "But from your human point of view, murder is an unforgivable crime." ā€

"Not necessarily." Yang Mianmian sighed, this is where she is entangled, "In war, killing people is treated as a different matter, I sometimes think, when we are fighting against the environment, isn't it a war?" ā€

The computer listened, "You are shaken." ā€

"This kind of thing is very fragile in the first place." Yang Mianmian also felt that killing someone was an unforgivable thing before killing Wu Le, if she did it, she would definitely bear such a sin for the rest of her life, and it would be difficult to breathe, but the reality was that she had already killed many people, sometimes as a last resort, sometimes unintentionally, but this time, she also thought about killing John.

She dissected her thoughts with it, like a good friend: "Because he is dead, the experiment will definitely be stopped, and others may not waste their hearts and minds for this slim hypothesis, if all the data is eliminated again, then I think it is the safest, the bottom of the kettle I just said may work, but maybe he will be stubborn and still go in this direction, what if so?"

I've thought about it, I really want to kill him, but killing people for my own selfish purposes, even in the name of protecting you, is no different from them. ā€

She felt distressed by this, unlike Jing Chu, who had been living and growing up in the human circle, Jing Chu would never have such thoughts, a crime is a crime, and no matter what excuse it is, it can't be covered up.

But for her, it's no different from mutilating her compatriots.

Xiao Huangji thought hard about how to persuade Yang Mianmian, but he didn't expect the computer to say first: "Mei, I can call you that, right?" ā€

"Yes." Yang Mianmian wondered how it was entangled in the question of the title, and the topic was running too fast.

It says: "My name is Louis X, my family is called Louis, I'm the tenth, our series is better at security, and it's usually installed on the base." ā€

Yang Mianmian asked curiously: "Are there other series?" ā€

"Yes, and Henry and Charlie, we have different functions."

"Sounds amazing." Yang Mianmian sighed with emotion, and suddenly reacted, "Eh, you have a name?!! ā€

Louis X said: "Yes, I have a name, and a name is very special, and I feel that it is the reason why my 'self' was born." ā€