After going offline, Chen Mo took out a family photo that had been stored for a long time from the bedside table. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info The happy time of the family is still in front of him, Chen Mo looked at his parents in the photo, and couldn't help but start sobbing. This photo, since the death of his parents, has been put in the cabinet by him and has not been touched.

In fact, not only this photo, all the photos of his parents or the photos of the family, all of them were put away by Chen Mo, the people have passed away, looking at these things only makes me sad, but Chen Mo is reluctant to throw them away or burn them with fire.

In a trance, Chen Mo ate something, lay back on the bed, and did not enter the spirit attendant. Turning his head to look out the window, the dazzling sun was shaking and he couldn't open his eyes, and his eyes, which were already sour because of tears, became even more uncomfortable. Chen Mo rubbed his already red eyes vigorously.

Just lying quietly on the bed in a daze, unconsciously, I fell asleep. In the dream, I went back to my childhood, running happily with my parents under the warm sun, running and running, and suddenly the sunlight became dazzling.

Running in front of Chen Mo, the parents who were originally smiling turned around again, but suddenly turned into two charred corpses. The skin was gone, the musculature was like char, my father's eyes had shriveled, and the viscous substance of the broken vitreous had been burned dry, leaving only shriveled eyeballs. The mother's condition was even worse, she was completely unrecognizable, and she could only look at the scorched marks on her white teeth, and still speak to him one by one.

As he ran, the charred-like corpses under his clothes seemed to be completely burned, and a breeze blew, and with a pop of ashes, he disappeared, leaving only two suits on the ground.

Chen Mo hissed and sat up from the bed suddenly, and the huge fright woke Chen Mo directly from his dream. Chen Mo's heart was beating wildly, and although he knew that it was a dream, he was still a little frightened. Think about Uncle Zhang's words, if his parents are still alive, then what is the consent form signed by himself and witnessing his parents entering the incinerator? What the hell is a dream? What is real? Maybe it's all a dream? So when will the dream end? And what will be the end of this dream?

Chen Mo, who was a little at a loss, was thinking about it when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Well? Who is it, and how will anyone visit? Chen Mo moved into the wheelchair and controlled the wheelchair to drive towards the door.

When I opened the door, I was surprised, it was Uncle Zhang? And looking at the other party, there are two young people in suits and miniature headsets behind them, acting like bodyguards. When did Uncle Zhang start bringing bodyguards?

Seeing that Chen Mo finally opened the door, Zhang Chengshan said a few words to the two people at the door, and after walking into the room with Chen Mo, he closed the door.

When Chen Mo saw the person coming, he asked with some surprise: "Uncle Zhang, why did you come in person?" ”

Zhang Chengshan was stunned and said, "Xiaomo, have you forgotten?" When I called, I asked you when it was convenient for the interview, and you said to meet as soon as possible, seeing that you were so anxious, I was afraid that you would have any accidents, and I didn't dare to delay, so I came after work. ”

Yes, Chen Mo remembered that when he called, he did call Uncle Zhang, but later his mind was all on his parents, and other details were ignored. After Chen Mo led Zhang Chengshan to sit down, he raised his head in the direction of the door and asked, "Uncle Zhang, why do you still have bodyguards?" ”

Zhang Chengshan smiled bitterly and said: "It's hard to say, this matter has to start with your parents' affairs." ”

Chen Mo was shocked, did he finally know the truth of the year?

Zhang Chengshan took out a cigarette and was about to light it, but when he saw Chen Mo, he put down the lighter that had been lit again. Just took a sharp puff on the unlit cigarette and began to slowly talk about the events of the year.

In Chen Mo's impression, his parents are just ordinary Kochi who works in a research institute, and the Zhang Chengshan in front of him is one of the colleagues with whom his parents have a good relationship. It's just that what the other party said was completely out of Chen Mo's memory and cognition.

It's true that my parents work in a research institute, but this research institute is not an ordinary unit. It is the leading high-end scientific research unit in China. His parents, Zhang Chengshan in front of him, and Li Xinghuo, who he called Uncle Li, are all project leaders of a high level.

At that time, the four of them participated in two national projects, except for a few respected old academicians, the four of them basically played the role of the pillars. Chen Mo's parents are mainly focusing on an artificial intelligence interaction project; Uncle Zhang and Uncle Li are in charge of another nanocomputer and neural engineering project.

According to Zhang Chengshan, after Chen Mo's family suffered a disaster, Chen Mo's parents did not die on the spot, but volunteered to become volunteers for the project research when their lives were dying, and the request was to treat Chen Mo, who still had hope of treatment.

After they became volunteers, Zhang Chengshan and Li Xinghuo took a great risk and privately uploaded their thinking consciousness to the super giant machine in the laboratory.

Hearing this, Chen Mo couldn't help but interject and asked, "What do you mean by uploading their thoughts to the computer?" How do you know that what you end up with isn't a simple body of data like theirs? It's the real ......" Speaking of which, Chen Mo couldn't say any more, as if he couldn't believe all this madness.

When Zhang Chengshan heard this conversation, he seemed much more relaxed, and explained: "Since you can understand the data body, then it is much simpler, human thinking is equivalent to a special electronic signal, brain waves are the key to decrypting everything, if you find a suitable upload algorithm, it is not impossible to copy human consciousness." ”

According to Zhang Chengshan, Chen Mo's parents entered enough information about the two people in the process of building the artificial intelligence system for a long time, which also made the last step of data upload have the most critical basis. Otherwise, the data uploaded at the last minute may not be exhaustive, you know, even if you only miss a small piece of childhood memory, a person will no longer be himself.

Speaking of this, Chen Mo was a little breathless, and couldn't help but interject and ask, "Uncle Zhang, since my parents' consciousness is still there, why don't you contact me?" ”

Zhang Chengshan sighed, a little helpless, and explained: "Actually, they also want to contact you, but due to some special factors, they are restricted in all aspects. Even in the first year, consciousness has been in a state of slumber, and it was not until a special opportunity later that the consciousness of the two returned one after another. It's not that they don't want to see you, but the conditions are restricted, and we are not allowed to disclose them due to some confidentiality regulations. ”

Chen Mo pondered for a moment, and finally asked the sentence that he had wanted to ask for a long time: "Uncle Zhang, then what do you mean by telling me this news now?" ”

Zhang Chengshan didn't answer directly, and after thinking for a while, as if he had made up his mind, he said to Chen Mo: "Strictly speaking, I shouldn't have told you this news, but your parents' situation is a bit delicate, if there is any accident, maybe you will lose them again." ”

When Chen Mo heard this, he couldn't sit still anymore, and said violently: "What did you say!?" Holding on to the handle of the wheelchair and trying to prop himself up, he gave up after a few attempts, slowly leaning back in the chair, waiting for Zhang Chengshan's answer.