Mo Jingting took out her mobile phone again, and while eating, she sent a WeChat message to Mo Yiming, but she didn't get a reply after several minutes. When you're ready to start a video call, think about the noisy table and forget about it.

......

"If 'dataism' can finally explain all the material laws of the world, then I think we humans should also be eliminated. If you think about it, data-based artificial intelligence is 10,000 times stronger than humans. ”

"I think it's scary that if this 'dataism' leads to the rapid development of artificial intelligence in the future, you think, it must be mastering our free will and the biochemical code of our happiness. This data system can directly intervene in the free choice and happiness of human beings by adjusting algorithms. At that time, I don't know whether to be happy or sad! ”

"Human beings have always developed along the path of science and technology, and when natural science reaches the point where it can control human consciousness, it should be limited to human beings and not other species. In this way, humanism has not disappeared, but its existence and form have changed. ”

"If that day comes, it won't make sense for us ordinary people to change the data."

"You are too alarmist, humans and artificial intelligence can coexist. At least a balanced state can be reached, everything has pros and cons, then artificial intelligence must have its disadvantages, and in this regard, human beings can completely control it. ”

"This may be the ultimate meaning of the evolution of the universe, what seems pessimistic to us may only be the inevitability of the universe, compared with the history of the universe, the future is too long, and the existence of our human beings is not worth mentioning at all."

"At the macro level, I agree, but if we want to talk about positive energy, then we should still focus on the present and beware of the harm caused by dataism to existing human rights and human nature."

"Hmm...... Reasonable! ”

......

I don't know how long it took, but the rain outside probably stopped.

At this time, Xiao Zhang, who ordered the meal, left the table after eating and went somewhere.

The people in the back kitchen, some of the staff, and a few "people who have a share in the audience" are still talking. Of course, this does not include Mo Jingting.

"How amazing this 'brain machine' will be, if it is as epoch-making as rumored, I don't know if we ordinary people can enjoy the fun of this technology."

"It's said to be able to read our brain's memories, anyway—it sounds pretty mysterious."

"If it's so advanced, if it's used well, this society should be more harmonious, if it's bad, then this society is not messed up!"

......

Mo Jingting had no time to listen to these unremarkable remarks. After eating, he came to the front hall and found a quieter place to call Mo Yiming.

Honk...... Honk...

It rang less than three times before the phone was connected, followed by a joking voice.

"Oops, Jingting! Do you miss my brother so soon? ”

Mo Jingting didn't make a sound, but her eyebrows twitched and she coughed.

At this time, a serious voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Forget it, let's talk! I know that every time you take the initiative to call me, something must be wrong. ”

Mo Jingting hesitated for a moment and replied in a low voice: "Do you still have a ticket for the Changheng Technology product launch conference?" I need to use it. ”

"Of course there is, but you're your own family, is that okay?" Immediately, there was a voice on the other end of the phone that seemed to be pinching his throat and sounding strange, "I understand, you don't want to ask me for that An Zixian, do you!" If you do, you're thinking too much, in vain! ”

Mo Jingting immediately frowned and squinted when she heard this, and said, "Hmph! What do you mean? I don't care, you have to give it to me! Have to! Immediately! Right away! ”

"Oops...... My eldest miss, you misunderstood my brother. ”

"That's pretty much ......"

"Hey...... It's quite the opposite! If he wants, I will give as much as I want, and I am happy to come to him as a group, and I can't wait for it. ”

"Huh? ...”

He was originally a special guest arranged by the company, and sent him an invitation letter and called to inquire, but he has not given the company an exact reply so far. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't come, we have an emergency plan. ”

Mo Jingting was a little stunned when she heard this, and couldn't figure out the relationship between An Zixian and Changheng Technology for a while, so she asked, "What's going on?" I thought he was curious about what bad impact this 'brain machine' would have on society, and he wanted to go to the scene to see it, but he was helpless because he was not qualified. Mo Jingting turned around and said, "Tell me quickly, what's going on?" ”

......

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment, then it began to heel again.

"This ...... Well....."

"You mean!"

“...... Don't worry, I can't say anything about this on the phone. When I come back, I'll tell you how detailed I want to go. If you come back, it's best to ......" Before Mo Yiming's words were finished, Mo Jingting hung up the phone directly.

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Bypassing a round table, Mo Jingting walked to the window again, wanting to look out through the glass, but a sudden lightning scared her back half a step. It's like a scaremongering joke played by an adult and a child, and it was so coincidental that she came when she approached the window.

When the sound of rain came again, Mo Jingting approached the window again.

At this time, outside the window is a rainy world, but inside the window is another world, a world with a little sadness in the desolation.

But all this is wonderful in Mo Jingting's heart, like a long-stranded tune, lingering in her mind. Every moment around her body or a single frame of time flashed in her mind seemed to hover low like a dream, and sometimes, Mo Jingting always thought that this was all she had.

Mo Jingting looked up at the sky again, and she didn't know whether it was the twilight or the illusion given by the clouds, and she couldn't tell the difference between day and night.

The quiet pestle in this corner, like putting her soul in a small wooden box, quietly combing through the sad past and scattered thoughts, like waves hitting the brain wave after wave, and then a wordless beauty makes her at a loss, just like the words of ink, exuding a graceful feeling.

The song that lingered in my ears began to become low, and in a trance, like the fragrance of another world, it trembled gently in the light rain. Bathed in the quiet and hazy Sanskrit singing, suddenly, those thick ink traces made Mo Jingting start to be afraid, afraid to pick up her memories, and even more afraid that she would lose the sustenance in her heart when she was lonely.

In the end, it seems that the whole soul, including her body or the entire space and even the universe, is shaking slowly, just like the illusory feeling of a child being gently swayed by her mother singing a nursery rhyme in the cradle.

.......

When all this disappeared, Mo Jingting realized that she was just in love with sadness and smiles.