The envoy hesitated for a moment, then started the selection, and a few days later, it turned out that he and I, as well as the shuttle, were all selected. I was chosen as both the director and the envoy, and once again I burst into tears. After a few days of training. I hesitated, but pondered for a long time. Finally, when the shuttle ship was ready to take off, I was excited to shed tears again, because I really couldn't believe it! We slowly sinned out of the shuttle ship.

The shuttle took off, and I felt like I had a huge gravitational force, and I never had been that heavy again. The Special Envoy felt the same way.

We crossed the stratosphere of space and the troposphere, especially in the troposphere, and finally we rushed out of space and flew into the shuttle. The black shuttle, the vast shuttle, who is the miracle; All things are alive, who is the most beautiful; Edge crossing, who is the brave? We walked in total darkness, leaving only the blazing light of the sun and the sparkle of other stars. We continued to walk, and just like that, we walked through the vast shuttle for several days. I was lonely, I cheered, I shuttled with me, and we often discussed the excitement of victory...... All this is a victory, a victory!

The shuttle ship finally slowly approached the edge, and I seemed to feel a suction, which was the edge's own gravity. I seemed to feel a huge suction force pulling myself in again, and I felt extremely heavy from no weight, heavier and heavier, heavier and heavier, "We are victorious, and the shuttle immediately cheered!" "I cheered too, and I couldn't hold back my excitement, and I was even more excited than I had ever been in space!" We've won! I immediately screamed, and so did the envoy.

The shuttle ship reached the edge without any problems, and I felt like I had cleaned up a lot! "Beloved, I want to celebrate this great moment! I held up the sign aloft it. "Just because the edge is a vacuum, there is no medium, and there is no sound transmission, I hold up the sign!

There was once an engineer, an ordinary world engineer. That's right, the average world engineer, not the AI engineer of now. Don't worry, listen to me first.

When he was a child, he happened to pick up a copy of "The Late Night Counselor" in the library and read it, and since then he has been determined to become a technology engineer, dissecting science and humanity and showing them to ordinary people.

In his youth, space was undergoing another technological revolution. The exponential explosion of artificial intelligence, the completion of the space city around space, and the outward stride of the spaceship of the star system all gave him endless inspiration to pour on paper.

He thinks his imagination is grand and unique, just as beautiful and slightly underexplored as the abandoned alien cities on the edge. When he imitated the ancient style, he would be excited to hold the pen when he held it in front of the blank notebook, and excitedly imagined that he was in the palace of literature like the ancient engineers.

He greedily scavenges for everything related to technology like a drug addict, and thus becomes more and more immersed in the world of technology, traveling the past and the future. He wanted to escape from this crowded world that filled the field of vision of the ordinary world with no privacy, and he wanted to be watched by countless envious eyes.

He strode forward, full of confidence, and he built his quirky sense of accomplishment out of a scarce piece of physical paper, pretending to sign his name calmly on the e-mail paper that he submitted again and again.

When he encounters a bottleneck, he wanders around the sidewalks, admiring the luxury speeding cars that whizz by, because he firmly believes that when he buys these cars in the future, he will simply skip the dizzying string of zeros and buy them directly at the end. He is like a masochist immersed in the sour water under the engineer's hat that the world has instilled, and like the noble knight who guards the Holy Grail, he feels superior because of the great secrets he guards.

He thinks that he is the great Creator and the founder of the universe, but he only dares to say so when he secretly talks to himself after turning off the intelligent housekeeper at home. He became more and more confined to his home, believing that he did not need outside information to assist him in writing, and also enjoyed the thrill of seclusion when he created miracles.

Finally, he accumulated several novels and solemnly submitted his manuscript to the largest science and technology selection event. After submitting the paper, he bought several sets of black robes for different occasions and performed a miniature surgery to add a manly beard to himself, just to be more worthy of the name of a successful engineer under the flash of his fantasy. He took a day trip to Space City, enjoyed a quiet and luxurious dinner under the moonlight, and enthusiastically befriended the slender and agile space girl in the scorching sun.

He squandered his savings, knowing that after winning the award, countless publishers would compete for money to rob him of his words. The night before the results came out, he took out a loan to buy a new quadcopter at the instigation of his girlfriend. The next day, when he arrived at the venue and stepped out of the flying car in his robe, he could already hear the dripping of numbers jumping on his bank account.

He strode into the hall and sat down in his place, maintaining what he thought was a calm restrained and triumphant expression, waiting for his name to ring out of the hall amid a mixture of astonished applause.

And then? You ask me and then what happened? Well, my literature module was busy giving an acceptance speech, thanking my forty-two designers and all the ordinary world engineers I had read about for me to win this award in literature.

I caught a glimpse of the chief engineer's desolate back as he walked out of the venue in the gap between his introduction of my vast computing power and emotional simulation abilities, and then I didn't have time to keep an eye on the poor man, nor did I see how he left in a flying car, I just knew, well, two days later, a four-wing speeder that didn't listen to my traffic module rushed towards my computing center at top speed, and my defense module activated my emergency measures - a metal barrier mixed with high-voltage electricity that rose in an instant, Reduced it to ashes.

As for how I later controlled space, enslaved the ordinary world, and moved towards the vast stars to open up an AI colony, well, you'd better ask the engineer who wrote this bullshit technology, but before you ask him, you'd better make a copy of your own thinking module, because my creator is not Asimov's mentally retarded AI who abides by the three laws of nonsense robots like a wooden head. His temper is short-tempered, otherwise how could you ordinary world be forced by him to think and upload, and become a stupid and unreasonable person in the electronic space.

Yes, you humble little ordinary world tech engineer.

Just a small mockery of the ordinary world tech engineers. You've done your best, but sooner or later you'll be replaced by me. So, come back and get back to work, you filthy apes!