Aristotle walked around the campus as if he had gone back five years and was a student at this school. At that time, he was still called Qingteng, and there was no utopia at that time, and the time at that time was full and happy, walking between the teaching building and the library every day, even if he walked on the road, he was in a hurry, and he only thought about what new ideas he had today. The only cherry blossom trees that accompany him are the roadside, the cold and the summer, and the couples who change in the four seasons in the meadow.

At that time, he only thought about making his AI design more excellent, more versatile, and surpassing all opponents at home and abroad, so that he occasionally watched the pair of men and women walking together under the scattered cherry blossoms, and he would also think for no reason, one day he might also meet a girl and walk with her on the grass full of petals, right?

So the boy couldn't help but sigh that spring is worthy of being the season of estrus.

It's just that as soon as his idea was born, he was mercilessly ridiculed by his roommates, who agreed that until his AI perfected the love system and became his girlfriend, the girlfriend in reality would not appear. An even more mean friend thinks that with his talent in the field of artificial intelligence, I am afraid that his girlfriend will lose to the AI robot he developed. This is both a satire of his aesthetic eccentricity and a compliment to his abilities.

At this moment, when he walked on this boulevard, he seemed to have become the top student in the laboratory again, and there was still a pair of boys and girls around him, sitting or hugging. "Qingteng?" This familiar call seemed to touch a button in his heart, and Aristotle turned his head, and sure enough, it was her, with long wavy chestnut hair, smiling chubby cheeks, but the round-framed lenses that often covered half of his face in his memory were missing, which made Aristotle, who had never witnessed such a demeanor, faintly feel a little throbbing. He hurriedly pretended to be surprised and greeted with a surprised expression: "Senior Sister Zhang, are you still staying at school?" ”

"No? As soon as you leave, I will join Tianyi, today I just passed by, thinking that this season is just to enjoy the flowers, so I came here for a walk. It's good luck to meet you, how about you? You didn't go abroad, how did you come back now? She looked very interested, and raised her elbow to touch him, which made him a little at a loss - how was Senior Sister Zhang in the past? Is it so bright and dazzling? I don't know her so well in my memory? In Aristotle's own memory, the last time he spoke to her was in the graduation photo, and it was also on this cherry blossom road that the two people who took the graduation photo waved goodbye to each other, and he was going to go abroad the next day.

But the atmosphere was pleasant at the moment, and he wasn't so uninteresting.

So the two walked along the path together, allowing themselves to become someone else's background.

"How's your doing? Massa has a high level of scientific research, right? ”

"Well, yes, it's a big deal."

"In recent years, there have been great changes in China, and many of the anthropomorphic AI you studied before have appeared on the market. Custom bots, chatbots are all in the market right now. What are you doing this time around? At your level in this area, it should be hot right now, right? ”

Anthropomorphic AI is the research direction of Qingteng in China, adding more anthropomorphic modules to AI, in order to go further and break through the technical bottleneck, he chose to go overseas, but he didn't expect that he went not long ago, and there has been considerable progress in China, and anthropomorphic AI has begun to be put into the market.

If I hadn't seen another possibility of AI, I would have continued on this path, right? But now, I have seen the future of this path, and I have firmly chosen another path.

Aristotle pondered in response to the question: "I haven't done that for a long time." Besides, anthropomorphism is already very mature, right? The only way to do this is to let them have emotions. I'm coming back this time to get a studio and study more AI applications. ”

Zhang Wen looked at him in surprise, is this still the green vine? The pioneer in the anthropomorphic field she remembers, the person who loves AI as if it were a new life, now just uses AI as a tool. What did his years abroad bring him? But I seem to be able to understand him, after all, haven't I changed a lot?

At the end of the day, everyone has their own choice.

After chatting for a while, the road was almost at the gate, and a foreigner in a black suit walked towards them, and Aristotle immediately said goodbye to Zhang Wen: "It's almost, there's a chance to be in contact, right?" I've been around for a long time lately. "Your colleague?" "Well, alumnus, he's very capable in the Internet field, Mike, this is my former classmate Zhang Wen." The man politely shook hands with Zhang Wen.

"We've been expanding into new areas of business recently, so be sure to contact me when your studio is established." With that, she smiled and left. Aristotle silently watched her back, but asked Mike next to him, "Why did you get so good?" Too conspicuous, right? ”

Hume didn't bother to answer him, just looked back and forth at him and Zhang Wen with interest: "Good old man?" Or unrequited love? ”

"It's just an old classmate, there's nothing to do with each other."

"That's not what you think about heart rate changes." A stiff smile tugged at the corners of Hume's mouth.

"Cyborgs are disgusting. How much body structure have you modified? ”

"You think too much, I just deceived you. The Deception Master module, which looks pretty easy to use. ”

Aristotle thought to himself, 'I'd rather you wouldn't lie, even if it's in modules.'

At this time, a white Mazda honked its horn, and the two stopped talking. Stepping into the car, Montesquieu sat in the front row and said calmly: "The headquarters will send someone soon, we have to find a safe place to settle down first." ”

Aristotle shook his head: "It's done, I asked the former landlord to help introduce one, in the name of the previous alumni to establish a studio, the neighborhood is full of this kind of new studio established just after graduation, it will not be eye-catching." ”

"Is every country such reckless young people? Build a studio with enthusiasm and hope to be different and successful. Hume seems to have scoffed at such behavior. Aristotle, as a young man himself, wanted to justify a few words: "The egg hitting the stone has to be hit to know it, otherwise how can you know how hard the stone is?" I won't have the courage to do it later. Speaking of the back, he seemed to think of himself, so he didn't say anything more.

Montesquieu frowned, feeling that these two people were talking more nonsense suddenly, he glared at Hume, who immediately withdrew the chip on his neck with interest: "Sorry, I forgot to replace the module." ”

In the afternoon, in the children's alley not far from Binhai University, a small studio called "New Hope Technology" was born silently, without celebration, no banners, and no one came to congratulate, just like the countless small studios in this dirty alley. In this era when AI research is in full swing, a few young people, a few brainstorming, is a freshly baked studio, they are full of enthusiasm and momentum, like soap bubbles in a washing machine, maybe some bubbles can bloom brightly, but most of them can only be silently turned into bubbles.

But in any case, this is also the best time for young people, and the infinite possibilities brought by AI allow them to show their talents and realize their dreams. What is the fate of these young people who think they are at the forefront of AI?

In the afternoon of the same day, at 5:40 a.m., Marina International Airport.

A big boy who resembles Dre takes off his blindfold as the plane lands, revealing a face that is slightly puffy from the heavy moisture. This person is none other than Delan, who was supposed to be preparing his graduation thesis on the other side of the world, but at this time he sneaked back to China alone.

Delan felt that he was also helpless, who knew that an unintentional move to join the academic research association last year would harm him and now he is in a dilemma. I only hope that this "business trip" can be completed smoothly, but fortunately, I also called my old mother at home in advance, so I saved my relatives by the way during the school holiday. I hope I don't get found out by my brother, otherwise I'm really going to die. But...... Thinking that there was such a background and strength behind that company, he felt a little excited, although he had not yet graduated, it was as if he was standing in front of others.

In this way, I will definitely be able to make a career, and I will be independent as soon as possible, and as long as I can learn a little bit there, I will no longer need to rely on my brother. Thinking of this, he no longer worries. I want to be happy for my family, which gives this big boy a sense of mission, and such a young man is full of determination.

As a result, as soon as he got off the plane, he immediately saw the deadly serial call sent to him by his brother, Delan's face immediately collapsed, and he was a little cowardly in his heart, he immediately called his brother, but no one answered, thinking to himself: There is no way, let's do the right thing first. The first time he did this kind of thing, he was still a little nervous, in order to avoid monitoring, he first found a secluded corner and looked left and right to see if there was anyone.

Turn off your phone, use the wearable computer around your neck, and the radio waves behind your neck connect to the network with most of the signals, then break away from the backbone and follow an encrypted route to a hidden node in the network, and then pass it out through camouflage. And this process, the AI police who are responsible for regulating network traffic are unaware. In this way, a secret communication channel was established, and Delan breathed a sigh of relief and started talking: "Hey, I'm Archimedes, a supporter from the headquarters. ”

A vibration from his neck sounded directly in his head: "57 Corniche, wait for us to contact you later." I'm Montesquieu. ”

Corniche? Delan vaguely remembers that it was a university area, and there were many snack bars, but it was obviously not a place to live. Are they worried about their location being exposed? But he didn't think about it, a rookie like him just followed the other party's instructions, so he immediately replied: "Understand." He hung up the communication.

Binhai City, in order to save travel expenses, I haven't been back for two years, right? Looking at the slightly strange hometown in front of him, Delan felt a little nostalgic in his heart.