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Even after Gardenia was gone, the glow hourglass was still immersed in the contemplation brought by his words just now.

Are you really putting the cart before the horse and taking the game as reality?

Maybe the saint is really not that important.

After all, she's just an NPC, no feelings, just a person who follows the procedure.

The construction of Ice Heart Island is her program, giving him a brush, and distributing benefits to the people on the island is also a program, all of which are programmatic, even without her, there will still be a beautiful big sister sitting in that small house waiting for the player's visit.

That's right, it must be so!

It must be...... Such...... Is it?

Gardenia looked at his hands, which seemed so real even in the game, and for the first time began to doubt his own thoughts.

"Hint, you have a strange call, are you connected to the game?"

Suddenly, a system prompt sounded quietly.

It's him in real life and a phone call comes in.

"Connected." He commanded the voice.

In order to prevent players from being completely immersed in the game and unable to deal with the outside world, the game pod is specially designed with an interface that can be the same as a real-life telephone, so that players can answer or make calls in the game.

Such a function has to be said to be very user-friendly.

"Hey, hello, who is it?" A subtle current sound flashed, and Gardenia answered the phone.

"Hmm, is it Mr. Tyre von Lindemann?" A young man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"It's me, what's the matter?"

"Ah, great, that's right, I'd like to ask if you're free this afternoon, I have a business collaboration here that I'd like to discuss with you."

"Filming? It's no problem this afternoon, you can just send a text message with the specific time of the request and the location, and I'll come over directly when the time comes, okay? ”

"Then I'll bother you, we'll see you in the afternoon."

"Okay."

"Click."

The phone hung up.

Freelance photographers, that's what glow hourglasses do in real life.

Just like he did in the game, doing his own freelance work.

When someone makes an appointment, they go to work, and when no one makes an appointment, they take a holiday, and they live alone at home, which is a lot more comfortable.

"Well, it looks like we're going to take our heads out of this issue for the time being." Glow Sha** opened the system interface, and then touched the 'exit' button.

……

"Okay, today's shoot is over." Lindemann put down the camera he had been holding for the afternoon and moved his wrist.

Since the last time he received an order, he hasn't made a film for a long time, and he can't help but feel a little rusty.

"Good work, Mr. Lindemann." A young man in a cosplay costume walked up to Lindemann and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's okay, it's just a little bit of a hand." Lindemann looked at the hand of the young man in front of him, and a deep scar hidden under his sleeve attracted his attention, "What's the matter with this scar of yours, is it convenient to talk about it?" ”

"Huh?" The young man didn't understand at first, but then he rolled up his sleeve and pointed to the scar that looked like it had been cut by a sharp object, "Are you talking about this?" ”

Lindemann nodded, acquiescing.

"This was actually an accident, I fell while carrying the server and accidentally got scratched by the server bracket, which is incredible." The young man embarrassedly covered his scar and smiled.

"Servers? What do you do? Lindemann heard the words server and suddenly became a little interested in something else.

"Work?" The young man said, "I'm a game company researching AI, and by the way, I occasionally maintain the server, uncle, do you play games?" ”

Hearing the young man who was not much younger than himself call him uncle, Lindeman should have retorted, but the word 'AI' made him have to concentrate.

"You say...... AI？ He asked, incredulously.

"Yes, AI, have you ever heard of the game 'Unnamed', I'm the one who is based in the Nordic Technology Department." The young man looked at Lindemann and revealed his identity, "I think even if you don't play games, you must have heard of this name." ”

Lindemann hadn't heard of it, he had already practiced in it to the thirty-first level.

"Then I want to ask...... What is your typical job? Lindemann's voice trembled a little, and he ignored the youth's question.

"What? I'm usually in charge of debugging AI, and testing AI or something, what's the matter, Mr. Lindemann, you seem to be very interested? The young man looked at Lindemann with interest.

"Sort of." Lindeman nodded, "Since you're dealing with AI, I'd like to ask you a question by the way." ”

The young man nodded back. "Just ask."

"I want to know...... Are these AIs the NPCs in the game? Lindemann began.

"Hmm...... The vast majority of NPCs are powered by AI, and I think I can answer you with a 'yes' to your question. The youth affirmed.

Immediately after, he seemed to react to something.

"Huh? Mr. Lindeman, you're really an 'unnamed' gamer. The young man looked at Lindemann's slightly vicissitudes of life and said, "No one on the market is using AI except us in the games now, and this is our unique technology." ”

"Well......," Lindemann continued to insist on asking his own question, "shall I ask a question that may be technical, or it may be intellectually retardant?" ”

"You ask, we treat laymen the same." The young man nodded.

"Those AIs...... Are they all alive? Lindemann's dim eyes fixed on the youth, and he longed for an answer.

The young man froze when he heard this question, racking his brains to give a reasonable answer to the middle-aged man in front of him.

"If you mean the material level of life, then I can only say sorry." The young man thought for a long time, and finally came up with the answer to reply.

"But." He looked up, bright eyes shining into Lindeman's dim pupils.

"If you're speaking on a soul level, then I can answer you with certainty - yes, they live."

Lindemann's heart was like a pile of dry wood, completely ignited by this sentence.

"These AIs, they are no different from humans except they have no physical body, they cry, they laugh, they have love and friendship in their hearts, although their memories can be modified, but the personality, thoughts and feelings that exist in their souls will not be erased by anything."

The fire in his heart was boiling and burning, and what he needed was this kind of words full of hope.