“…………”

Lan Shuang's voice fell for a long time, and Xian Yu regained control of the sound synthesizer.

The dozen or so Wushuang company employees in front of him all looked at him with some strange looks.

The master of ceremonies didn't understand what Lan Shuang said for a while, and he looked confused.

The scene was deadlocked for a while, until Xian Yu really felt embarrassed, turned his head to look at the master of ceremonies, took off the megaphone and returned it to him.

"I'm done, let's move on to the next part." As he spoke, Xian Yu gently jumped off the small high platform and stood back in his original position.

"......" The master of ceremonies brought the megaphone and was stunned for a moment, but he still reacted quickly, "Next, please invite the leaders of Wushuang Company to come up and give a speech." ”

When a tall female leader heard this, she stepped forward unhurriedly and took the megaphone: "First of all, on behalf of Wushuang Company, I would like to express my condolences to the deceased Xian Yu. He died unexpectedly as an experimental subject, and it is indeed our fault. ”

“…………”

"But I also want to refute the previous words of the relatives of the deceased."

The female leader said, moving her calm gaze to Xian Yu.

"When a man dies, he cannot be resurrected."

"Data deleted without backup cannot be 'restored' either."

"Besides, 'One Zero' is the property of our company, and you don't need to judge it." Speaking of this, the female leader raised her chin slightly, with a little arrogance, "'One Zero' was produced by our company, and it disappeared because of the failure of the experiment, but it was our company's own loss. ”

"After verification, 'One Zero' has 'died', and what you believe is nothing more than your fantasy."

"Now, 'Blue Frost' will replace it – AI emotional experiments will no longer be conducted – and the judgments made by the 'absolutely rational' AI are accurate enough......"

“…………”

After the female leader finished speaking, she also directly handed the megaphone to the emcee, walked straight back to its original position, her high heels on the ground, and stepped on the sound of unfast and slow footsteps.

The master of ceremonies became more and more confused the more he listened—the funeral speech was beyond his acceptability, and seemed to be moving in the direction of the debate.

Looking at the emcee's somewhat overwhelmed demeanor, Xian Yu showed a smile for some reason.

- It's rare that you didn't complain.

[The dead are greater.] 〕

[After all, this is at your funeral, and even if they don't respect you, I will respect you.] 〕

- Thank you......

…………

Fearing that things would go too far, the master of ceremonies quickly went through the rest of the process, and several people carried the body to the crematorium not far away.

…………

[How did it feel to attend your own funeral?] 〕

- A passage comes to mind.

[Oh?] 〕

- "There are three deaths in a man's life.

- "The first time was when he lost his breath, and biologically he died

- "The second time was when he was buried, people attended his funeral, remembered his life, and then in society he died, no more

There is a place for him.

- "The third time was when the last person who remembered him forgot about him, and that's when he was truly dead. ”

——…………

- It's a pity that the order of my second death and my third death is reversed.

[Actually, there were three deaths.] 〕

[The first time was when the data was falling behind the times, and people rarely used it anymore.] 〕

[The second time is when the data was deleted, and humanity abandoned him]

[The third time is when the data is forgotten—or can only be seen in some history, which is the final death.] 〕

- Hmm......

[This is the funeral of your sixteen years of life; But at the same time, it is also a "one-zero" funeral. 〕

[You have experienced three deaths and become the current third-generation AI "Yilin.] 〕

[From now on, you are truly "reborn.] 〕