Chapter Seventy-Nine: Memory Fragments Reassembled
"In the long history of human development, all the factors that maintain development are not static, just as stability and variability complement each other, and only when the two are entangled and do not distinguish each other, the sacred thing of evolution will come into being. Therefore, genetic mutation can be said to be a prerequisite for survival of the fittest. ”
"So, my situation is a genetic mutation? But why do I try to think about the cause and effect of this, as if there is an invisible moat blocking my thinking, making me feel like I am in a fog? ”
Speaking of this, Hongjun suddenly fell silent, originally she talked eloquently to make Lu Shaozhen deeply happy, thinking that what happened to her could be reasonably explained, but the sudden change really made people feel uneasy.
"What the hell is going on?" Lu Shaozhen seems to realize the seriousness of the problem, because Hongjun has never lied.
Hongjun still didn't answer, this epic illusory world fell into silent silence, the cold undercurrent penetrated into his body along Lu Shaozhen's ears, nasal cavity and even every sweat pore, and the endless loneliness and eternal sleep jumped into his chest at this moment, as if there was a huge palm, choking the throat on which he depended for survival out of thin air.
A certain kind of desolate and murderous aura surged from all directions, winding and gathering on the hills of Lu Shaozhen's body, Lu Shaozhen felt that every cell in his body was undergoing qualitative changes, although this change could not be measured in words The degree of latitude and longitude, but existence is reasonable, and reasonable is not to be ignored.
He seemed to see the strange beast Qiqi making a sound like a dog barking over the mountains and mountains, the light of the stars refracted in the eyes of the strange beast, and all kinds of unheard-of behemoths recuperating in his territory, and occasionally earth-shattering battles caused the trees to be shattered and cracked, and the ancient and clear sky changed color.
Such a scene was just a one-sided scene refracted by the scarlet eyes that emerged in the darkness, as if it was the tip of an iceberg, and the occasional hideousness made Lu Shaozhen fear like a tiger.
What the hell is this? What the hell happened to me! I fell to the back of my head because of the impact of a zombie to cause this situation?
But there are causes for everything, and it is not just a back of the head that can be explained by a brain injury.
Lu Shaozhen tried to shout, but his mouth was choked violently, the water was cold and piercing with a faint smell of blood, which made him very uncomfortable.
In this way, he found that he could not cry out at all, and his whole body seemed to be bound by invisible shackles, and his limbs could not move.
And at this time, Hongjun's voice sounded again, her voice seemed secretive, and when she spit out the words, she was full of mystery: "Master, I really want to know what happened to you." ”
"Speak quickly!" Lu Shaozhen immediately became energetic, and his originally gloomy mood became slightly brighter, and he regained hope.
At this time, Lu Shaozhen watched the hideous faces of the zombies close at hand, but she couldn't mention any empathy for her life, just like watching a 3D movie, although the picture was very realistic, it was not threatening.
"It seems to have something to do with your background." Hongjun hesitated, trying to probe the memories to a distant place, "I also vaguely have this feeling, although my program code has been formatted, but I don't know why I can always have some vague impressions, I also know that this situation is very unreasonable for rigorous artificial intelligence, but since the fact has appeared, I have to accept it anyway, maybe I'm a defective product." ”
Hongjun is still sentimental, and his emotions seem to have fallen into the trap of pathos again, which seems to have become its trademark, because when he first met Hongjun, he had an inexplicable attachment to his future self. And then in the warehouse, she ignored her bad situation because of this sentimentality, so now she has no heart to help herself solve the dilemma?
Artificial intelligence is so unprofessional, is she really a defective product?
Lu Shaozhen's heart was a little annoyed, not only because Hongjun always ignored himself because of the disturbance of certain thoughts, but also because his artificial intelligence was disturbed by things other than himself, and there was always some jealousy.
"Don't pay attention to yourself now, it's me who is in danger, if you desert like this again, I will really die here!" Lu Shaozhen was a little annoyed, he glanced at the zombie that almost bit his neck, and his tone became extremely aggressive. "Hongjun, if you are always obsessed with the past and can't extricate yourself, it is better to part ways, and don't let me have expectations! Otherwise, help me explain this weird thing now! Rather than this, let's be separated, and you don't treat me as the master, and I will act as if I have never met you, the defective product of artificial intelligence! ”
The irritable voice echoed in Lu Shaozhen's mind, and the communication between Lu Shaozhen and Hongjun did not need to open their mouths at all, but with thinking, which can also be said to be brainwaves.
As the most direct bearer of irritable emotions, Hongjun was silent, and Lu Shaozhen seemed to hear a low sobbing sound faintly.
Suddenly, a trace of remorse permeated his heart, although Hongjun was just a machine with a combination of code and program, but for some reason, he subconsciously had an urge to treat him as a real person, otherwise how could he apologize for his impulsiveness and temper tantrums?
But Lu Shaozhen didn't express this soft mood, he was still obsessed with the current anxious status quo, and still said in a cold voice: "I think you have to understand your responsibilities as an artificial intelligence, I think the purpose of the people you created is not to make you sentimental, right?" Emotions are the preserve of humans, not what you should think about as a robot! ”
The sobbing sound became more and more obvious, like a ghost in the middle of the night, which caused Lu Shaozhen to have goosebumps all over his body.
After such a long time, Hongjun's voice sounded again, she seemed to have cried, and the tone of her voice was a little sad and changed, she said: "I'm sorry master, I am sometimes really curious about myself, I don't understand why I am like a kind of nostalgia for the past as a defective product, as you said, emotions do not belong to me, presumably it is a program loophole in some aspect that makes me what I am now, right?" ”
"Don't grind, tell me what to do!" Lu Shaozhen's tone was slightly softened.
"As far as I can guess, I think some fragment of memory in your mind is reassembling."