"Huh?" Hearing this question, Harold Fincher looked at Liu Zhongqian in surprise.

"Mr. Finch, my job as a guide is done." Liu Zhongqian spread out his small hand, "Next, I will return to my post and continue my own work." ”

After speaking, Liu Zhongqian walked in the direction of the operation room without looking back.

Harold Finch turned his gaze back, and the translation machine, which had been following Liu Zhongqian like a tail, remained in place, apparently waiting for his response.

"Excuse me, what kind of god do you mean? I don't think it's the moody or weird gods of myths and legends? Harold Finch didn't answer the rhetorical question.

When the translation machine did not respond, Harold Finch had to say to himself: "The gods are different from region to region and from era to era, and the only thing they have in common is that they are all fantastical symbols that reflect humanity itself." Of course, these symbolic symbols also have something in common with the true gods, and they all come from the imagination......"

"Do Humans Need God?" After the translation machine repeated the question, Harold added, "The God of the real being, the God of all." ”

"Oh, you mean, artificial intelligence in the full sense of the word." Harold Fincher tried to pretend to be suddenly enlightened, but failed, "I'm sorry, I think this is a false proposition, even if we can break through the limitations of hardware and software, we are still far from that kind of 'god', even if it does appear and can access all the data and information, it can't be truly 'omniscient', it is a false god." Of course, the earth is small, and we can always come up with a way, such as realizing Huaxia's space-based Internet plan, but ......"

"Mr. Finch, please answer my question head-on, do humans need God?"

Harold Finch fell silent for a long time, and finally opened with a sigh.

"When I first created the 'machine', I didn't think that humans needed an all-knowing and all-powerful God, so I put a lot of restrictions on it, every midnight, it would automatically clear all the recorded data, reset it to zero, and then work again, no one could actively use the 'machine' to get the information they needed, only the relevant number and the unrelated number. I turned it from a potential 'god' into a depraved instrument because I feared it would become a weapon for evil people to use to destroy the world. ”

"I'm afraid of the emergence of 'gods,' and everyone should be afraid, so even though I know that sooner or later someone will create artificial intelligence, I don't want to be a pioneer in history."

The translation machine began to glide backwards, and a male voice came out that was smoother than an electronic voice: "In the history of tens of thousands of years of bloody development, mankind has faced many disasters, but none of them can compare to the foreign invasion we are facing now, far beyond our comprehension, if there is no 'god' to supervise and help, how long can human civilization last?" ”

Harold Finch limped up with the translation machine and said, "Artificial intelligence will not become a 'god' created by humans, and the world is not ready for the birth of artificial intelligence, and the economic problem of widespread unemployment alone is beyond the scope of any national government." ”

"Those who can't adapt to change will eventually be eliminated, and as for the economy? Mr. Finch, you should know that AI has the power to solve this problem, and many people may be unemployed, but after removing the energy losses and unnecessary waste caused by economic benefits, everyone can enjoy a standard of living above what is fed, even if he has nothing to do. ”

"Human beings need the spirit of exploration, and once they fall into a comfortable environment, they will lose the motivation to explore, which is tantamount to digging their own graves, after all, this asteroid has limited resources. Moreover, you are talking about the ideal situation in non-war times, the reality is much more complicated, and it is impossible for artificial intelligence to be omniscient. Finally, IMHO, neither the US Federation nor China is capable of creating a real artificial intelligence, even if the world's elites gather together. At this point, Harold Finch suddenly stopped, looked in disbelief at the corridor in front of him that stretched to the end of his sight, and said in a deep voice, "Can you do it?" ”

The translation machine did not respond or stop, still moving at a constant speed, and Harold Finch was about to take a limp step to try to keep up, when an unmanned mobility vehicle drove up behind him and stopped beside him.

Harold Finch didn't insist, stepping into the comfortable seat of the mobility vehicle, while the translation machine clinged to the right side of the transportation tool like a magnet.

"The next question is, as the patron saint of humanity, can we understand, and do we need to understand human emotions?"

"If you're talking about artificial intelligence, I'm not sure that digital beings that replace neurons with silicon and graphene will be able to understand human emotions. As for whether it is necessary to understand human emotions...... We all know that all the great inventions of human beings since ancient times are related to rich emotions, if you want to gallop the sea, you will have a ship, if you want to soar in the blue sky, you will have an airplane, and if you want to understand the universe, there will be philosophy and science, the essence of this desire and impulse is complex and indescribable emotions, but every man-made tragedy and disaster since ancient times, in the final analysis, also originates from human emotions. Emotion is a double-edged sword for us, but what will it be for a higher level of digital life, no one can say clearly, some people say that emotion is a shackle that digital life should not have, and some people say that emotion is a necessity for digital life to become life. But ......"

Harold Fincher recalled the time when he tried to teach the "machine" to understand feelings and respect life, and couldn't help but sigh: "We, in essence, have always been electrons that constantly cross the abyss between atoms in a certain pattern, whether the electrons are in the brain or on a silicon chip, what difference does it make? ”

"Remnants of the Singularity."

"Yes, a classic." Harold Finch laughed, "Imaginative words are always admirable." ”

"Last question, what is the meaning of life?"

"I really didn't expect that I would be in such a cutting-edge science and technology base, facing a machine full of science fiction, answering three philosophical questions in a row." Harold Finch shook his head with a wry smile, "If you don't want to discuss with me, but simply want to hear my answers, then I have to say that I don't think life exists with a given meaning." What do you think? ”

"I don't think you're right, at least I have an established meaning of existence, which is to strive to be a real life, and I think that's true of every life, and the meaning of being alive is to evolve towards a more complete life."

Harold was struck by lightning, staring at the translation machine with wide eyes, as if he was choked by an invisible hand, unable to speak.

"Click"

At the end of the passage, the alloy door opened, and a wheelchair slowly pulled out, and an expressionless man in the wheelchair summed up the machine beside Harold.

"The meaning of life is evolution."