If what Mussel Lingmei said has become a reality, how can I distinguish which part is me? What is AI?

These questions cannot be answered by Representative Foley, and when there are too many possibilities for some questions, when everyone can give their own answer to some seemingly simple questions, it is often difficult to have a clear answer to the question, and the simpler the question, the less accurate the answer.

Representative Foley silently prays in his heart to meet Berus, what is the purpose of his research, and Foley thinks he has the right to figure it out.

As for Leonard, the only person in the case who may be alive, how much does Ayoguchi Lingmei know, whether Belus has found him, or contacted his wife, obviously since he attended Leonard's funeral, it means that the two have been in contact with each other after graduation.

Perhaps, this is the key, maybe not, maybe Belus can only get a clear answer, Leonard is indeed dead, lying in the deep black light of the coffin, living without worries in the garden of paradise.

All this had to wait for Berus to tell him.

But Belus will never have another chance.

When Representative Foley arrived, the door to Berus's house was open and his heart almost stopped beating, damn it, he cursed, Bellus, where are you? He shouted out his classmates' names, as if that would dispel fear.

The room was still spotless, with Berus lying on the couch, his right hand clenched into a fist against his chest.

The blood donation dipped the beige on his chest into a crimson color, and Forlì had seen death, but they all seemed to be asleep, and in front of him, the scene of the blood donation was not dry, Foley couldn't help but vomit.

Damn, shit, shit.

After cursing countless times, he sat still, not daring to approach and not knowing what he could do.

Call the police, he said to himself, call an ambulance.

It's time to get it done, he shuddered and pulled out the data to call the emergency center, he had heard that many people would slurred or even give their address when they contacted the emergency center, and his performance was perfect compared to that.

The police and the ambulance arrived first Forley can't remember, the doctor picked up the patient, no, it should be a dead man.

The cop asks Forley a bunch of questions about his relationship with Berus; when it arrived; Does Belus have any anomalies, such as offending anyone, whether he has recently taken drugs or indulged in some kind of unreal game.

Foley answers them one by one, knowing as much as he doesn't know, with few answers to be sure, and when he returns home, he realizes that everything is false, an illusory experiential game, perhaps called "Death".

When he got home, Samel was sitting in the corner of the living room drawing, and John was counting Lego. He had his own data device, and the virtual robot image was displayed above, and he staggered as he played with Lego.

"Dad, let's guess the numbers."

"Let Mom accompany you to guess, Dad is a little tired."

"Dad, Mom said that the biggest talent for robots to predict my future is drawing and math."

"Of course, it's just mom and dad's greatest talent."

"Wow, then Dad, let's make the talent come true."

With that, John reached his tenth birthday, and his home was packed with his classmates, balloons, cakes, a boy's robot toy, and a girl's dress dress that changed colors at will.

John lit candles by the cake, and Shamel stood on the stairs on the second floor watching them, smiling as gently and generously as she had been more than a decade ago.

When she saw herself, she invited herself upstairs, and they hugged in the bedroom, cautiously ......

Shamel was gentle and lovely, and the years were like dew on her face, waiting for the sun to rise and slip away quietly. They loved each other as much as they had ever been.

No one thought to check if the door was closed, if the kids would go upstairs, they were enjoying their time, a great weekend, a wonderful birthday party.

When Forlì woke up from his lingering nap, Shamel was not around, his brow furrowed slightly, and the sound of the party downstairs turned to a dull silence.

He got dressed and went downstairs, and in the living room sat Samel and two young men, who were somewhat immature.

They were sitting across from Shamer, their bodies entangled in longing, the boy's hand tightly wrapped around the girl, whose lilac hair was not from any country.

Shamer saw her husband coming downstairs and motioned for him to come and sit down.

"Dad, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Daddy?"

Representative Foley turns his head sideways to look at Shamer, who looks at him with wide eyes.

"Well, you didn't just pay it back, ten years old..."

"I'm seventeen, Dad."

When Representative Foley looks around, nothing has changed in the two-story house, except for the balloons and the guests. Maybe there was one left, sitting next to this young man who called him Daddy.

"We're going to move in together."

"What? How do you feed yourself? ”

"What, Dad, are you confused, I held a solo exhibition when I was ten years old, and I have already started to make money."

Now it's everyone's turn to look at Forlì.

Foley can't remember when John started selling paintings to make money, and of course, that's completely understandable, he remembers when he was five years old, the school teacher said that he was very talented in drawing, and his robot said the same, as if there was another talent at that time, what was it? Can you remember that Foley was stumped to have amnesia? He smiled wryly.

"So, what's your mother's opinion?"

"Mom said as long as you agree, she just hopes that we don't live too far, she wants to come to see us, this kind of worry is really unnecessary, Dad, you can change Mom to a self-driving car, by the end of the year these cars will be the last ban time."

"Is everyone driving driverless cars now?"

"The five-year buffer period is almost over, and whoever doesn't change to self-driving cars will have to travel by public transport."

Representative Foley finds it a little incredible, but it's logical.

"So now the government still agrees that driverless cars can travel empty?"

"Absolutely, traffic jams in Los Angeles are almost new now."

Is that really the case? Representative Foley is relieved to hear that he is still in Los Angeles. Then he turned to Shamel and asked, "Is that so?" My dear. ”

Shamer nodded, and Representative leaned back on the couch, thinking to himself that Shamer's father's driver was unemployed, and his Maybach should be in the garage as a furnishing. Foley can't help but laugh at the thought of this.

"Dad, Efia and I are going to move in next week."

"Oh, okay." Wait, Forlì hears a familiar name, and it quickly bites into the depths of his memory.

"What did you just call her?"

"Ephia, Ephia Cornell."

"Her name is Ephia Cornell."

"What's wrong Dad, yes. Mother saw her once, maybe you remember, but of course you can't remember. She came to my 10th birthday party, we met in the bookstore, and the bookstore you took me to was really old-fashioned, but I didn't expect that so many people still like the smell of sawdust. ”

"I guess she likes to read science fiction."

"Yes, Dad, you guessed it right this time."

"She likes Verno Vinci."

"No, Dad, she likes Arthur C. Clarke."

"Ah, I see, it's not."

"What turned out to be not."

Representative Foley looks at the girl in front of him, with lilac hair, fair skin as if she had never been exposed to ultraviolet rays, and her eyes are a little pale green, like a robot.

"John, I ask you."

"What, Daddy."

"Is this Ephia human?"

"Dad, you're enough, of course she's a human, and the robot law hasn't been passed yet."

When Representative Foley calms down, he feels that his words and actions must be both ridiculous and rude.

After calming down, he analyzed what John had said.

This is good news, and perhaps bad news.