Chapter 9: The Old Years

A light smoke rose from the mouth of his pipe, and Doyle let go of his body and mind and took a pleasant puff. "Sure enough, it's a bit interesting, this smell!", he sat there for a while, and the light mist produced by the tobacco leaves had been emitted by the system controlled by the AI intelligence. He looks like an old smoker, and time seems to flow very slowly in him. What he's enjoying now is the happiest thing he's ever happier!

"Tell you to smoke less, if I were still here, you would never be so arrogant." AI intelligent Maggie said angrily, as if she was about to scold. "Maggie, I've missed you for so many years, but there's nothing I can do to help you regain your life. I'm such a piece of shit!", Doyle said with frustration and frustration!

If it weren't for what happened back then, I might still be living with my wife, Maggie, in that evocative place in Arizona for a long time. Although it is poor, there is no risk. It's a pity that there is no pity, everything is moving forward, maybe our lives have been arranged a long time ago, and I am just the one who was chosen. Doyle is still in the midst of that inexplicable pain. But, Maggie!" He spoke suddenly. "I found that way, and someone has done it. The rest is nothing more than a choice of yes or no! We can be together again!" Doyle seemed to be mad, and he was in a state of obsession.

Right in the corner of the cabinet, a picture frame was quietly fixed in that place, just to reduce unnecessary impact. There are three people in the photo, one of whom looks almost the same as Doyle now, and his face is still full of hardness. It's just that there are a few wrinkles that show the years and the eyes that symbolize cunning. There was a woman next to him who hugged him, although the woman's appearance was plain and bland, she didn't apply powder. When you look closely, it is the amazing appearance of the AI intelligent Maggie, which is exactly the same. The two put their hands on the old-fashioned stroller in the middle, but there was a small child lying inside, as if she was asleep, she didn't stare at the camera, and obviously couldn't have any intersection with the world. Therefore, children are the most beautiful, they live in their own world, and they are not disturbed by the real or false world.

They apparently lived in poverty, still wearing primitive cloth-like clothing. But the couple doesn't seem to complain too much about it. The cool eyes are still full of passion for life!

Doyle lifted his head slightly, either intentionally or unintentionally, and his gaze fell on the photograph. "Maggie, you said that if we lived like that and died, we would be happy!" Then why should you ask for trouble, alas!" Maggie sighed as if she were nothing. "However, it is not for nothing that I live like this, and I have gained a lot of things. But what we have lost is even more precious and irretrievable, even if you are already in a high position!" Maggie coaxed out in a growling tone.

"You really hate me." Doyle stood up, as if for a moment he remembered something and said angrily. "Don't think about it so much, it's been a long time, and we really don't have any way, let's let it go first, let's focus on the things in front of us!" Maggie returns to the role she has existed in – AI intelligence. She always deals with her emotions clearly between public and private, sometimes like the woman who put her family first in her heart back then, and more often she always suppresses her emotions and does what AI should do in a proper manner. She's suffered so much!

"Well, we had to accept it!" Doyle seemed to have become an old man in his twilight years in an instant. "Yes, we have to, my program has been compromised by more than eighty-nine percent, and if it drags on any longer, I won't be able to maintain the security of this room. When the time comes, you'll be like a lamb to the slaughter, and I'll fall asleep, and it's a question of whether I can break out of the encirclement and find a backup!" Maggie stepped out unreservedly.

Doyle smiled helplessly, a little miserable. Obviously, things have come to this point, and there is no turning point. "I'm going to be a sinner, hahahaha!" Doyle laughed uncontrollably, but I'd be a true god too. Why not? Then I'm going to do this vote.

The door of the room quietly opened, and a humanoid creature wrapped in nano-armor walked in, and a trace of bloodthirsty air could be faintly smelled in the sharp formation, obviously these people were outlaws.

If you can see Maggie's expression at this time, you will definitely notice that her face is full of loneliness. "After all, I still haven't protected Doyle, can I see my daughter?" She muttered to herself, clearly blaming herself for not being able to stop the intrusion of enemy intelligence. It's also mixed with a sense of fear of what's going on.

The first creature (because in this era of human beings and technology, we really can't define what "it" is, so we have to use the creature to call it.) Creatures, creatures, produce created items! Including human beings too. Seems to be trying to show a big grin, which is obviously quite funny from Doyle's point of view. Doyle stood there silently, without any indication.

Instead, it was the humanoid creature that spoke first: "Dear Mr. Doyle, we have understood your intentions. The higher-ups sent us to pick you up and transfer control of those items by the way! So it's better to be cautious. "Did you end up with this after all?" Doyle bitterly laughed at himself inwardly. At this time, he was like a deflated ball, looking very depressed. After a long time, he took the pipe from his mouth and slowly walked to the cabinet.

He and Maggie had already completed the neuronal connection, and with a thought, Maggie had already controlled the release of the fixtures on the cabinet. Doyle reached out and gently picked up the frame, as if caressing it with the dust of time. It was still a long time ago, and when it came to plastic and glass, it seemed to have a heavy feeling.

"Let's go!" Without hesitation, Doyle stepped out. The posture of the dragon and tiger is still like that young man who was in high spirits back then. It's just that the past is gone, and it's no longer what it used to be. On the surface, it's still the name, but the heart is not.

Some things are destined to be irreparable! Just go ahead and use time to wash it all down and reduce the frustration if you can do it!