"I think we'll take the new consciousness as our own."

"When I was describing it to the author, the reader knew that there were two kinds of consciousness there, one was the old man's son and the other was a slug, but whether the old man's son knew it, and whether the humans who were invaded by the master knew it or not, I don't think they could tell the difference."

"It's up to the intruder to tell the difference."

"Do you have two different voices in your mind, is there a little person talking to you, can you assume that this is an invasion of consciousness, they are already in your nervous system."

"Ephia, you've swapped the future for history again."

"No, it's not sophistry."

"I didn't say it was sophistry, Ephia, I think you're right." Representative Foley follows the data feeds to find a parking spot. "I think it's hard for us to know."

"If you can distinguish clearly, those who are mentally ill will be saved. I'm not saying they can't be saved now, I'm sorry Foley, I'm just saying that the treatment will be completely different from what it is now, from witchcraft to drugs, doctors are not sure about the medication of mental illness, as long as the brain is involved, human beings are looking for the key in the fog, and when they hear the slightest sound of metal, they will think they have found the right direction. ”

Efia was as elated when she talked about science fiction as she had a few years ago, and no one had appreciated her great merit all these years?

Foley then remembered that maybe he was wrong, he didn't even ask Ephia if she was in a relationship, maybe she was married or ended up married.

However, it doesn't matter, illness also has some benefits, people can live without being so restrained, the original detour and waiting have become meaningless, he can ask directly, or he can not take these as questions at all.

Cherish time like gold, and you should live bravely when time is short.

"If I have time, I should study a system of assessments."

"Is it used to measure whether consciousness has been manipulated?"

"You can give it a try."

"Why do you think they're invading humans, God, the word invasion is so unkind."

"You see, you can't make friends with that unknowable power."

"It's instinctive, but it can be changed."

"So let's put it another way, why do they want to be with our neural networks, why do they get into those neurons and synapses, and most importantly, what are their forms? The slug is an alien creature that needs oxygen, so what does the artificial intelligence that enters our brains look like? ”

"According to the mysterious organization, they enter the brain during surgery through surgical robots. Is this possible, engineer? Efia turned to look at Foley, who barely meant to get out of the car.

If it's such a holiday, just buy some beer near your home and sit on the sofa to chat.

"Ephia, when we are about to or are already facing intelligence that is more intelligent than us, our most likely situation is that we are completely unable to understand everything about them, man relies on memory and experience to understand the world, when an intelligence surpasses us, I mean too many words, what do we use to understand and reason?"

"That's what you've always been pessimistic, and that's what you've always thought science fiction predictions about the future are boring, and you've shown sympathy for that."

"Ephia."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I mean, maybe on the bright side, humans aren't that bad. ”

As Representative Foley prepares to get out of the car, Ephia follows and opens the door. "Walking out of the mall, I'm afraid I have to walk a little, there are no good parking spaces nearby, it seems that I should really change to a self-driving car, it's too troublesome to find a parking space."

Efia smiled and didn't speak.

Coming out of the parking lot and walking along South Spring Street to the Fifth Street intersection, the 100-year-old wall of the Alexander Hotel on the left reminds Representative of John Doe, the murderer of the Seven Deadly Sins.

The two of them probably hadn't eaten anything but coffee so far last night, and the sushi should have been digested a long time ago, which would have made Forlì's stomach tumble at the thought of the murder.

"Let's go get something to eat first."

Ephia nodded.

"You look very different than you used to, Foley. and yesterday are like two people. Efia said, looking down at the pasta on her plate.

"Actually, I haven't changed, it's still the same...", he thought of what Shamer's father, whom he had met once, said about him—and he didn't know what Shamel liked about you. Is it really a good-for-nothing person?

"No, you used to be inscrutable." The last word, Ephia paused for a long time before she managed to pick one out of a few hundred.

"I think it's you who makes people unpredictable."

"I didn't. I've always been... It's nothing. ”

"Nothing, make it clear." Representative Foley was a little angry, he didn't want to do this, he had a lot of things he wanted to say to Ephia slowly, and he wanted to tell her to let it go before.

He remembered that last night Asselguta Lingmei stood in front of him, he liked her, impulsive or curious, a woman who represented a mysterious identity, but also had a terrible attraction, night, alcohol, pain and even despair, there was no reason why he should not desire to press her down.

But he stopped his desire before that happened, like a discarded error code, he clearly understood that if he carried Mussel Lingmei to the bed at that moment, Ephia would completely disappear from his world.

He knew it clearly, of course, if he didn't say it, Ephia might never know, maybe he wouldn't have complained, the two had never really been close, but he knew in his heart how it all happened, he put down his mussels, the scene was awkward and indifferent.

But he felt happy from the bottom of his heart, and finally it was not he who caused the irreparable situation by himself. But it has nothing to do with love.

The only explanation is that the two have always been closely linked throughout his life, although it is inevitably wishful thinking and self-righteousness.

"You know you're not qualified to ask me."

"I know."

"I'm not qualified to ask you."

"That's right."

"That's why we can't say a few words."

"No, not exactly."

"Were you yourself or someone else when you were with me?"

Representative Foley would like to say that only when he was with her was he as pure as a boy, believing in knowledge, believing in mercy and creation, believing that everything was natural, that there was no conspiracy and no deception.

Naturally, it was like they suddenly disappeared from each other's worlds and lived together in a small town of less than 30 square miles, but never met again.

He didn't need to have secrets, and in Seattle, in front of his mother, he would always be a certain Forlì Soder, full of deception and coldness.

In front of his father, since his mother's death, Foley can't judge what kind of person his father is, if his mother's claims about his father's abuse of him are true, if the artificial intelligence invasion has left her nervous system deranged, he should hate the things they made with their own hands.

But he couldn't hate it, it was his father, and he couldn't bear or want to know the truth.