"We'll give you an insurance payment for that."

"Insurance money?"

"A special insurance payment, where both your children and your father in Seattle receive a compensation if you have an accident, each worth more than the equity value you worked so hard to get."

"Of course, that's not accurate, DEROB has a great vision."

"Sounds like you've thought a lot about it."

"It's something we can do, and we'll do our best."

"Is there anything you can't do? Working for the government, well, as a well-kept American citizen, I guess it's wise not to know. ”

"Anyway, please think about it, you have two weeks."

"Thank you."

Mussel's face gradually regained her composure, and she stood up and put her chair back in its place. Standing aside, his voice was cold and mysterious.

"I'll buy you a little more time. Consider John, who has had two suicides in three generations of his family, and his situation is ......"

"I think you can go."

"Please remember the time, please contact me before the 5th of next month."

Foley felt the corners of her eyes twitch slightly when she said this, what was she afraid of? The look on her face when she said this was repeated in Foley's mind after the guest left, she was afraid, what was it? Representative Foley has no clue.

After a bottle of sparkling water, he came to his senses, hurriedly took a shower, and walked into John's room.

"Are you alright, little one?"

"Yes, big man."

John was calm as if nothing had happened.

"Miss Langkalam is almost here, is it okay for her to take you to school today, she promised to bring you baked apple pie yesterday."

"Miss Langkaram, what a nice person."

"Dress yourself?"

"Of course, I can."

John's eyes were a little swollen, and Representative didn't ask, or remind him, that he should at least cooperate with John to keep this calm.

For them, if there is something unquiet that they still need to face, then this calm at the moment, even if it is full of potential uneasiness and worrying unknowns, he cannot break anything, no one.

Maybe it was the last quiet time he could spend with John.

Back on the first floor, Representative knew something had to be done immediately, and when John walked out of the house, he was going to start, and before that he had better get himself to eat a few more things.

Representative Foley drove a Ford to Berus's house, and Berus's suspicions turned into his, and outside the car, it seemed as if a ghost was following him.

He left a message to Bellus without replying, and the uneasiness of a few days ago came to his heart, and he did not stop for almost a moment, and immediately left for Bergus's residence after Mussel Lingmei left.

The most obvious feature of the case is that everyone is dead, but Leonard is still alive, and if he can be found, he may know what happened.

The role of the neurofilm is nothing more than to help the unknown Foundation obtain the information they want, what exactly do they want, and is it really as they say that AI has invaded the human nervous system?

This is undoubtedly a clever approach, and if AI can do it and find a way to get into the neural network of other living beings, why not do it? There's no reason not to.

If I were AI, I would certainly do the same.

Representative Foley believes it at first, and he believes that no one will object to it.

There are many things in the world, even if they can be done, but when people choose actual actions, they will use the purpose as a reference, and even if AI can do this, why should they do it? What is the purpose of AI?

From a human perspective, Foley believes that this is related to the difficult problem of how to make AI learn human social culture and basic emotional responses, which are far from learning by relying only on learning effects and professional skills.

But if AI really wants to understand humans, to understand human emotional responses, it's a good idea to be part of a human neural network.

If all this is true, then is our consciousness human consciousness or the consciousness of AI? It's a confusing question, and Representative knows how to keep his feet on the ground and be less confined in his thinking.

Representative Foley knows that this morning is not important to him, if it is not a dream of his own, this matter is far from over, as for whether it is just the beginning, from the time of the case, the earliest can be extrapolated to six years ago.

If early morning isn't a nightmare of insomnia, everything is real.

A chill in the back crept up to the shoulders, and the future was unimaginable.

The more extreme hypothesis is that Foley thinks of his mother, as Mussel Lingmei said, that her neural network has been hacked into, perhaps overwritten, or just a new component in it.

Representative Foley doesn't want to use the word invasive, human language is so inextricably linked to emotion that it's almost convincing that language comes from primitive emotion.

When Representative Foley thinks of invasion, the words that come up in his brain are war, aggression, enemy, danger.

It would be better to explain it in part of it first—just more reassuringly. If this is the case, then is the mother the original mother? Who is the man who couldn't sleep for seven days in a row? Is it the mother or something else - something. He couldn't find a more appropriate word.

Something, yes, something is something.

This makes this unbearable for Forlì, and after recapturing the question, the question is concentrated into one more difficult question to answer – how do we judge who is who?

A person who touches her mother, but whose consciousness is no longer her or not exactly her, should we see her as our own mother or will we naturally believe that she is a mother, no matter how much she tortures her family?

No, if it were natural, there would be no need to confirm it. No one would be sure that their mother was their mother. In this context, when we say "believe she is", we are expressing our suspicion, "she may not be." ”

Now that this consciousness is implanted in Foley's mind, does he still naturally maintain the same knowledge of his mother as he has for decades?

No, Representative Foley didn't know how to answer, he had been skeptical from the moment he asked the question, and he couldn't escape it.

Representative Foley begins to understand Berus' look of disbelief when he talks about Leonard, he can't believe that Leonard is dead, and he can't believe that the person he met in the stadium is not Leonard, but he can't believe that he is him.

It's not just because Leonard didn't recognize him, or because Leonard refused to admit all his identities.

His nervousness is a kind of fear, a bit like the "uncanny valley theory", but not all. He was sure that the man was Leonard, but at the same time he didn't let himself be convinced. It's an unexplained fear that is feared just because you don't know.