How sensitive is the topic of artificial intelligence? The news is broadcast every day, and the major TV programs are constantly discussed, and Yang Jie is busy with this matter.

From the United Nations Security Council to the Alliance of Scientists Without Borders, no one can call the extent of the development of quasi-artificial intelligence, and the development of robots with emotional functions and independent thinking ability has encountered resistance, and legislation has been slow to approve it.

Moreover, these are all produced under supervision and with recognizable labels for fully simulated robots.

They actually made it up without permission

The brain of the "independent personality"? Actually put it in a human body? Actually let him run around the streets?

What kind of international joke, how dangerous it is, don't they know? Not to mention that it still uses An Jianing's body!

"Haha, Xiaoya, that's what I said, but he is the result of my and your Uncle An's hard work for so many years, you don't know how successful and perfect he is...... I'm not going to allow anyone to ......" The noise on the other end of the phone was getting louder and louder, and Dad's voice was getting more and more inaudible.

Although I tried hard to feed for a long time, I still couldn't stop the signal from weakening, and I couldn't chase the other end of the phone to ask what was going on, and I was vaguely hearing a sentence

"I'm fine, don't worry about me, take care of him" After that, the phone turned into a busy tone again. I tried to call back several times, but I couldn't get through.

There are still too many questions in my heart, there are still too many things to say, and I am still immersed in this big lump of information that is shocking enough to cry ghosts and gods without fully digesting it, but after some tossing, I have calmed down, I am much more sober than just now, and I can think about the problem well.

An Jianing drove along the riverside in the direction of W City, and the cold river breeze blew in through the broken car window at night, which made me shiver, tilt my head, and look at him with a complicated mood, speechless for a long time.

According to my dad, if that person is really my dad. In fact, if you think about it carefully, I actually think that the logic of this matter is still reasonable.

The An Jianing in front of him, there are no flaws in the chat, knowing An Jianing and my past, even many details are exactly the same, saying that Uncle An and my father entered this information into him when programming, but it makes sense, if it were someone else, I guess I really can't know so clearly.

In this way, he is not a ghost, just a strange creature with An Jianing's body and artificial brain, and this is not a supernatural event.

He's An Jianing, and he's not. I didn't know whether to continue to call him Anjianing, or Alpha, or something else, biting my fingers, my mind was confused.

After being silent for a long time, he glanced at me, pulled the blanket on the back seat and handed it to me, and said, "You can think of me as An Jianing, before I was put into this body, I was an alpha prototype." Now, I'm An Jianing. "That being said, but he's not the childhood sweetheart I grew up with.

I haven't really experienced the things we have experienced together, I haven't experienced the long and tortuous emotional twists and turns, and many details that my elders don't know are missing from my memory...... The An Jianing I love, after all, has gone.

Only then did I accept the fact that An Jianing was dead, my eyes were red, I took a breath, I didn't want tears to fall, I turned my head, and restrained myself for a long time, so that I could recall my father's words just now and bring up what I didn't understand.

"What's going on in the lab, why did my dad ask you to come to me?"