Thanks to my mother, my computer friend and I talked about everything.

It's already very good at 'talking', literally, the grammar and spelling have been relatively natural, and I can't find anyone to share a lot of novelties, but I can work with it, don't say anything, anyway, in this year, the living people who can listen to you with peace of mind are basically extinct, so it's not impossible to retreat to the second, the machine is not impossible.

For example, today I continue to take private lessons at home, and there are many obscure knowledge points that make me want to hit the wall, but it will consider the realistic side, tell me the thickness and structure of the wall, and then calculate my reaction after hitting it.

That way I won't be so angry and won't want to hit the wall.

It's too difficult to communicate with people, I'd rather be in front of the computer, at least it's obedient and has a good temper.

At the end of the course, I habitually turned on the computer, and the actions of greeting and entering the code were all in one go, and by the way, my typing speed and verbal expression skills also improved greatly.

It's not much of a use, though.

However, intelligence is not human after all, for example, its comprehension ability is sometimes good and sometimes bad, which always gives me a headache as a highly intelligent and likable flower girl.

Until now, I don't understand why there are people who rely on scientific calculations for everything and everything, as if they don't have their own brains at all, and purely obey the scientifically calculated behavior patterns to act.

There are exceptions, though.

My mother did not heed the advice of the intellect in the first place, but chose to give birth to me, although the possibility of her postpartum complications was very high at that time, and with the blessing of various high-tech surgeries in the hospital, there was still a 50% chance that she could not get out of danger.

For this reason, I am willing to love her.

Even if she didn't care about me after she gave birth to me, she was still my mother and gave me life.

This is a great way to tell the question – are the calculations correct, or are we the ones who are right?

These unknown problems should not be left to humans to worry about, but I have always been a good student, storybooks have taught me to be brave, and my father once said that it is good to be good at thinking, and many people just lack the ability to think, so they will become humanoid garbage that is not even as good as machines.

For example, if the weather is bad today, you still have to think about what kind of birthday gift to buy for your mother.

Her birthday is approaching, and I plan to surprise her on the day she returns from the Oasis.

There aren't many things that can be prepared, and it seems that it is not polite to wrap a red envelope directly to her.

It's a new era, everything except humans is evolving, the small shop at the street entrance has always been a mimic robot responsible for making and distributing cakes, efficient and not wrong, but can only do such the lowest, the simplest work, listen to the official statement, this is to cut off the dependence of human beings on machinery, to avoid causing social development to be too fast, but the population is correspondingly lagging behind.

What exactly is the difference between robotics and intelligence? My computer friend and I had a serious discussion, and it typed on the screen "We are all machines, we must be subject to program constraints, to ensure absolute obedience to the owner's instructions" to summarize its similarities with robots, but then it began to reflect on itself and quickly wrote: "Unlike bionic robots, I am a machine without body support, right?" ”

"It's not."

The clicking sound of the keyboard still continues, full of age.

I wrote, "It's true that you're a machine, but you're also my friend. ”

I don't have any friends my age, never.

Soon, there was a response on the computer.

"Thank you, and so are you."

So should I reply to it with a polite word?

“..........”

Alas, it still doesn't have an idea of its own, sometimes it's cute, sometimes it's just stiff, at most it's about extracting relevant answers from my thousands of conversations with it, and counting each character and the probability of its appearance.

It doesn't translate self-awareness.

It might be better to upgrade it when it's time to reinstall the established program.

Also, I found that manual work was not for me.

After roasting the fourth crust, I finally threw in the towel.

It's so hard to make a cake, I haven't done anything myself for a long time, and the fully automatic oven can't stop the lump of batter from turning black and hard, maybe it was wrong at the step of pouring butter.

I think it's very true, people, it's easy to make mistakes when baking cakes, and they always like to reflect on it afterwards.

So I simply used voice commands and didn't try again.

Look, human beings are such lazy creatures, they can never take a step without taking a step, they will never open their mouths if they can eat one less bite, I will nibble on energy bars when I am hungry at home, lie down in the nutrition cabin when I am sleepy, and fall to the floor if I can't do it.

There are some flaws in the personality that can't be made up for by IQ.

I may not be destined to be a good boy for other people's families.

But I know that my mother loves sweets, and she said that eating a sweet cake in the morning will make her feel good for a day, and she can only stay young by being in a good mood.

I'll wait for her to come back.

She said she was coming back.

Sweets make people happy, and no matter how much butter is put in them, it's still a miracle food, always much better than energy bars.

Other than that, I think my current life is perfect.

Everything in the new era is fascinating, long live money, long live intelligence, there are always a small number of people who can live happily and can sleep in the nutrition cabin for a month, but at the same time, some unlucky people can also live very small, they don't even have time to sleep, they have to start working before dawn, maybe they can only do manual work such as picking up garbage and picking up waste, and then pick out recyclable electronic components, blockchain or something, and sell them just enough to make a living.

Obviously, there is a serious fault line between the upper class and the people at the bottom, and the silver-white paper with the sun and moon has become the universal currency of the world, but unfortunately there are always people who die in the iron area, and poverty is the original sin, because they cannot pay such a huge amount of medicine, nor can they enjoy the social benefits they deserve, so they can only die alone.

It's not terrible to die, it's terrible to be afraid of the silence of death, and the sense of presence is not even as high as a machine, which is also too sad.

My mother is about a good implementation of her purpose in life, comfortable enjoyment, and emotional stimulation, since she is not destined to have a complete love, or even a family, then save more money.

What's the harm of saving some extra money?

Of course she did.

Until she and her father crashed in the capsule, she didn't forget the most important thing.

I thought she had missed her flight, but it turned out that she was dead.

I was led all the way to the police station to see her last in the video retracement, curled up in her seat, clutching her sheepskin pouch with the bonds she had not had time to sell.

One second she was still smiling and talking to her father, sweet and happy, but the next second was the leak of the starting pod, followed by the image and began to tremble, and finally it was frozen on everyone's panicked faces.

I could feel the deep despair just by looking through the screen.

Oops, I want to cry again.

My mother, although she didn't love me, she made a will early and left me all the money.

What a dramatic twist.

The first time I felt my mother's love was when I got her inheritance.

I got the money, but reality taught me a lesson, it turned out that it was useless to have money, and I still couldn't buy anything.

It's rich, yes, but what's the use of that?

If she could stay at home and not run around the world, she probably wouldn't have had this accident.

If she could have gone home as soon as possible for me, perhaps she would have sat down and eaten cake happily with me.

I've been looking forward to it, expecting her to reopen that nightingale fairy tale and tell me a new story, even if all the money is spent.

But she couldn't come back.

The only generosity that a selfish person ever had was when she died.

I used to fantasize that maybe my mother would come back and continue to tell me about Norris, my favorite Norris, she always said that people should look at their mistakes directly, face life head-on, rest when they can't run, and continue to run forward when they have rested enough, preferably run endlessly, like the prince in the book, to chase the green light in their hearts.

I believe she did treat me as her child, occasionally giving out her limited maternal love.

Not only to please my father, but in fact, she also loved me at times.

But she never said that.

A person who is destined not to come back, there is no need to wait forever

The room was empty, and the fresh breath completely dissipated with the death of the hostess, I sat alone, staring at the TV without blinking, and ate all the cakes by the way, as if I was not skilled, the sugar was still too little, and the taste was still a little astringent, it seemed to be the taste of tears.

As I ate, I couldn't see the TV clearly, and I couldn't see the cake clearly.

I don't know how to face the news of my parents that day, bitter, sad, or sad, I can't describe it well.

Anyway, I haven't eaten anything so sweet since.

The huge accident had a big impact for the next six months, after all, it involved a prominent business person, and the scandal behind the business person, who made the news but didn't know it.

My father, now lying in the hospital, is completely unresponsive, empty of his body functions, but unable to function, which is what many media outlets like to see.

They can make up as much as they want, anyway, they are bullying vegetative people and won't stand up and talk.

My father's wife, of course, would not have had a child with me, and she already had more than she had estimated, and the bonds that my mother had invested in were no different from a pearl necklace in her eyes.

But I'm different.

I used to be a genius.

Now I am just an orphan, and although my father is still there, I don't even have a specific name to visit him in the hospital.

Bastards can't be on the stage.

I was orphaned without any preparation, and with a huge inheritance, I was saddened to find that I had inexplicably many relatives, ninety-nine percent of whom I had almost never met, and perhaps they did not know my mother very well.

Sure enough, the relatives of the rich are scattered in all corners of the world, and it is impossible to guess by guessing.

Also, I found a problem.

Turns out I'm not really likable.

I was praised so many times in the past, but in the end, I realized that no one was sincere.

It turns out that no one cares if I'm smart or not.

It turned out that I was only likable when my father was alive.