When he awoke, the composite blue window of the old screen was completely silent on the edge of the cramped room. High-quality soundproof walls keep all outside sounds out. As his breathing began to heavily, the screen gradually lit up, and a faint light lit up the room slightly. It was a room of only ten square meters, but it was three or four meters high, and the cocoon bed he was lying on hung in the air.

The center descends vertically like a dandelion-like iron staircase, slender and high, and you may fall from a high place if you are not careful when climbing. The already cramped hut is also full of all kinds of discarded electronic devices on the ground, like a waste warehouse. Transistors, chips, LCD screens, and wires are stacked on top of each other, like a forest of electronics that grows unchecked.

The blue light of the screen shone right into his amber eyes, reflecting the faintly shimmering liquid in his eyes. He breathed as if he had just been drowning, and it took a long time for him to calm down, push open the hatch on the cocoon and sit up.

The boy had an excessively immature face with freckles, and a light hair color. His long, slender, bony hands slowly lifted, removing the wearer's electronic pulse device from his head, and staring down at the intricate wires and parts on it, as if he had not yet withdrawn from the momentary image.

The darkness, the darkness that shattered everything.

Blue Window sensed his movements, removed the original low-brightness screensaver, and returned to its original appearance, revealing the external scene. At the same time, a gentle AI female voice sounded in the room, "Good evening, 6237." It's 227 minutes central time and you have four messages in your voicemail, from 4759, 6286 and 742. Is it playing for you? ”

It was pitch black outside the window, and between the rolling clouds, lightning surged, as if it was approaching the window at any moment. There is no rain and no sunlight. They were in a city in the sky above the clouds.

The teenager took out his glasses from under his pillow, put them on and put on the in-ear wireless headphone strap, and pressed the answer button. The voices of friends came out one after another.

"First voice message, from 4749."

A girl's brisk voice came from the headphones.

"Are you okay? I found out that you didn't go to the glandular deconstruction class tonight, and in the afternoon, your colleague at the factory said you left early. If you continue like this, you may be penalized to the outer border to clean the fan because of the lack of points. ”

"Second voice message, from 4749."

"Or me, I just got out of class and came to look for you, did you run out again? Stop doing these things that the Confederate will resent you. I saw your name in the list of committees. They don't seem to have forgotten what you did when you were eight years old. There are some things that are inconvenient to talk about in the contact, and I want to talk to you in person. Remember to message me back. ”

The boy listened to the voice messages one by one, climbed out of the bed as usual, grabbed the handrail of the steps on the side and climbed over. The cocoon swayed with his movements, making a "crunching" sound.

"The third voice message, from 6286."

This time it was a male voice with a bit of a male duck voice that was in the middle of a voice change.

"Dude, is what 742 said true? You're amazing! I'll just say, your original appraisal results are obviously a first-class genius, we have all seen it, it can't be a second-class genius. Message me back if you have time, there's a nice bar in Tunnel Ten, we can sneak in and have fun. ”

"Fourth voice message, from 742."

The boy fell nimbly from mid-air to the ground. In front of the steps there were his shoes and socks, and on the side there was a rack where he brought the other party's miscellaneous goods and clothes and pants. He put on his stained dark teal jumpsuit as he listened to the last voice message coming from his headphones.

"It's me, 742. My sister has been looking for you for the past two days, remember to call her back. Sooner or later, it's time for you to give up on that project. Neuronal digitization is not as simple as you think. Have you ever wondered why people are human and AI is AI? Even if you succeed, she's just a slightly more complex set of data, and what you're doing isn't 'resurrecting' at all, you're just replicating 'her' in a seemingly similar program. ”

A long, helpless sigh came from the headphones. The boy tucked the headphones back into his pocket, pulled a nutrient from the shelf, unscrewed the lid and bit it into his mouth, then walked along the path left between the discarded electronic devices. At the end of the wasteland sits an old desktop computer monitor, partially shattered. He reached out and tugged at the hidden handle, and the computer spun to the side, and a passage appeared in front of him that led to the bottom. The boy squeezed the last bit of paste into his mouth, tossed the tube aside, and pressed the tiny button on the temple.

The transistors wound around the lower channel lit up, and an intelligent voice that could not distinguish between men and women was awakened by him, and a voice sounded, "You're here?" ”

Unlike the AI female voice on the outside, which is in a manageable way and does not have any emotion, the tone of this voice has emotions similar to those of humans.

"It's me. Not so well today? ”

"Haven't you already seen it through a speculum? I don't know how it came to be like this, but it didn't work out in the last few years. ”

"I'm not looking for your problem." He climbed the ladder to the bottom floor and turned on the lights, "I was just wondering if I was overlooking something?" Are her brainwaves stable now? ”

In fact, Miss Gu's brain waves are very stable except for the one that weakened 374 days ago. In my opinion, this is not the crux of the matter. ”

The piece in front of him was a secret laboratory he had built himself, covered with screens all around, and in the lower right corner of each screen was a string of numbers representing time. The data on the screen is constantly flashing, and it is updated rapidly.

At the end of the laboratory was a pure white platform, surrounded by eight robotic arms of different sizes and models, all assembled by him. On top of this pure white platform is a new mechanical skeleton that is still being assembled. The muscles of the upper body of the bones are already made of fine materials, which are condensed and combined with each other and adhered to the bones.

He stood still in front of the platform, took off his gloves and put them on, and raised his hands slightly forward, and a set of compound keyboards appeared under his palms, "Do you have any other ideas, Juri." ”

The mechanical voice replied with some confusion: "Theoretically, we are in this core processor that dictates that all data programs must follow the first rule. The First Rule dictates that no program can break the First Rule. So now this situation is not reasonable. ”

"I know what the first rule is. I knew those things before I was five years old. And by the federal restrictions, I wrote the initial program code on the basis of the first rule—that is, the meta-world. The teenager exported the data. The screen surrounds the unfinished mechanical body, "The only thing that can produce variables is Gu San's thinking program, which I imported directly from the neural bin. ”

"When you created her mind program, the core was still using the initial program code. Otherwise, you won't be able to keep her moving in the nerve chamber. Any data flow that doesn't conform to the first rule will be destroyed. There was a hint of embarrassment in Juri's voice, and then it said, "Maybe we shouldn't have rushed into the data stream in the first place. Relying on medical facilities, it should also stimulate her brain waves to maintain normalcy for a while. The data world isn't yet complete, and we might actually kill her if we do so. At that point, we'll be in vain. ”

"If we don't completely pour her data thinking into that at that time, we will really lose our efforts. You also recorded her brainwave data at the time, and her thinking was completely weakened at that time, so what was the use of continuing to use those medical devices? If I had waited for all the data worlds to be debugged before pouring her out of the neural compartment, she would have been the same as the emotionless AIs. ”

"You've built an emotional system for me, so as long as she keeps learning from the data, she can recover eventually."

"You're different, Juri. You're not the same data concept. ”

He quickly skimmed through all the data code and branches, extracted the parts that he thought were strange, and then switched the page to the image of the data world, which was what he had seen from his neuronal helmet as a speculum while lying in a cocoon. And the picture corresponding to the data just intercepted is often the node where Murong Yuhua and Gu San quarreled.

Zhu Li said, "The program you set for 'you' is the fastest to integrate with Miss Gu's thinking. ”

"But even so, I'm still under the first rule. The first rule is unchangeable, have you forgotten? If it had been so easy to change, we would have broken through the federal limit long ago. He looked at the programs one after another, and after going through them several times, he suddenly gave an order to Zhu Li, "Take out all Gu San's thinking data separately!" ”

The screen in front of me refreshed rapidly. The boy looked at the data above, and his hands gradually tightened.

Extract a computational model.

The three-dimensional map surrounded him, the peaks and valleys changed more and more obviously, the look in the young man's eyes gradually became excited, and as the data around him surrounded him more and more, he himself reached out and wrote down one new paragraph after another on the stereoscopic projection screen in front of him.

When everything was extracted, his hand retracted from the keyboard, looked at the data schema in front of him in disbelief, and muttered, "Everything I didn't do...... And she did...... She wrote down the new core code with her own mind, Juri. ”

As he spoke, only the most central piece of code remained on the screen. The boy walked forward step by step, the blue fluorescence of the data stream shining on his face, "Her memories were reassembled into a new core code, and finally the confinement set by the first rule was changed, and everything in her own memory stream was rushed into the data world I had originally assembled...... So I don't have to leave any backstage. The backend was based on the native program - but she was able to revolutionize everything at the heart of the Confederacy's control. ”

The young man looked at everything that seemed like a miracle in front of him, and his tone suddenly became resolute, "Juri, retrieve the neural layer data and reconstruct the neural warehouse. ”