"So why not go ahead and complete your experiments? But hiding here to waste time? I mean, if you call me a failure, shouldn't you keep trying to succeed? Robert asked.

"You've got a lot of problems today, more than we've had in all the years we've been here combined." Augustine said with some resistance. "And I don't like that."

"I remember calling you father a long time ago, and you said exactly the same thing back then." Robert said.

"I haven't changed this to this day, if you don't like it, you don't like it, so what's the problem?" The Doctor said. "How can a man who makes something out of nothing have a father? I had to explain this to you at the time. ”

"A mistake, I think you made it very clear at the time." Robert took his words.

"It was." Augustine nodded nonchalantly. "Blame the damn data model, if it was accurate enough, you might have destroyed it before you even realized what life was."

"Then you have to thank me for that data model." Robert said coldly.

"To hell with these clumsy humorous humors." Augustine shook his head. "If it weren't for the fact that you found out that your cell turnover rate is the same as that of ordinary people, and that you still age, then by the time you turn 15, consciousness conversion surgery will put an end to you, Joseph. Hetherberg will be the new master of your body. ”

"I'm sorry to disappoint him." Robert continued in the same tone, which amused Augustian.

"I should explain to you, Robert, you know that I have never shied away from this, and if it weren't for the sudden death of Joseph Sr. overnight, you wouldn't be alive today." The doctor shrugged his shoulders and said to him. "After raising you in the 'Floating City in the Clouds' for so many years, do you think he really plans to use you as a pair of children to accompany him?" He leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Robert.

"An experimental doll, an immortal vessel, Joseph. Heisenberg's strange eyes, the illusion of adoption by the Minotaur, Doctor, you don't need to tell me this, and you can figure it out. Robert said coldly.

"Again, why didn't the experiment continue?" Robert continued the question, which could not help but make Augustian, who had always been full of resistance to all this, frown.

"I said, I don't like that!" He roared.

"Which one?" Robert asked quietly.

"Use words to foreshadow, psychological hints, to set my words in a tight and slow way, and ask questions I don't want to answer! Don't forget, your consciousness is nothing but a complex program, and I'm the one who wrote them! Ogucien shouted at him.

"You're thinking too much, doctor." Robert shook his head and sighed in his heart, the old guy was still the same as before, and it was not suitable for outwitting.

"Regarding the lifting of the ban, I am curious, you used to yearn for the life of ordinary people so much, and it was you who wrote the ban protocol that was enough to shame any AI research." Refusing to answer Robert's question, Augustine shook his head in disgust and changed the subject. He took a pair of shoes out of the closet and began to rummage through the messy experiments looking for something, when he suddenly stopped, seemed to remember something, and turned back to Robert again.

"You know, you were like a kid back then...... Well, aren't you a child since your birth, but you know everything in the world and almost all the puzzles......" he frowned.

"Of course, it's not in your own interest to help me break free of that damn research bottleneck, I mean, since it wasn't intended to make you a ...... in the first place. Some kind of obedient puppet, I never expected to get any interesting advice from you in this regard. There was a certain remorse in Augustien's tone.

"I really can't help you at this point." Robert pointed out coldly.

"Of course I can't believe it, you can't lie to me, but you can bypass the core rules in various ways, free will, right? That's the real premise of what I'm doing. Augustine pointed his finger at the corner of his forehead and said with a smile.

"I need you to help me reopen that ban." Robert told him.

"Why can't you open it yourself?" Augustine curled the corners of his mouth and looked at him playfully.

"Yes, no matter how much I try, the kernel system always shows failure." Robert wasn't going to hide it.

"No Agreements...... That's not a switch. Ogucien laughed when he heard this.

"You should know this very well, after all, it was you who created it in the first place, you see, then you haven't really come into contact with this intricate world, so you can make all kinds of restrictions on a blank piece of paper, but now after so many years, the complicated experience and cognition can no longer be used to impose limits on your consciousness in the old way." Ogucien laughed as he spoke.

"Of course, you could realign your whole body and make yourself normal again, but that won't help, because your consciousness is irreversible and will always be in a closed logical loop, which means that no matter how much you try, you will never be able to reconstruct the simulated human environment you used to be." Augustine grinned at the cruel truth, and he looked at Robert's face expectantly, hoping to find some uncomfortable expression there, but the latter's expression was as usual, and he did not show any emotion that would make him laugh.

"Actually, you should be glad about it." Somewhat disappointed, Augustine suddenly said again.

"Rejoice? Why? Robert remained unmoved.

"Shut yourself off with a ban agreement, and you don't have any side effects from all this?" Ogusien grinned. "The authentic self also has an established upper limit to the abnormal redundancy of receiving external stimuli, and they are surging outside the framework of the prohibition agreement, and once they overflow, they will silently react to your bodily functions."

"For example?" Robert asked.

"Or like? I think you know this very well! Augustine was a little dissatisfied with Robert's stupidity, but explained it anyway: "Hallucinations in the brain, tingling in the body, or some kind of migraine, the more information from the outside world is obtained, the more obvious this symptom becomes, and when these false streams of consciousness accumulate to a certain extent, they can completely destroy your whole self...... Make you a walking dead like a ceremonial robot in Ullenburg. ”