The glass curtain wall of the high-rise building made of special materials scrolls to play daily information and brightly colored advertisements, and the cleaning robot that is only as tall as the calf of an ordinary person dexterously walks through the feet of people commuting to work, faithfully cleaning up the garbage on the walking path according to the program and protocol settings, and self-driving vehicles can be seen everywhere on the road, those vehicles are lined up in an orderly queue according to the order of first come, first served, and the red and yellow lights are constantly flashing. Under the planning of traffic lights and traffic commands, they sometimes move towards their destinations, sometimes turn at major intersections and enter other forks, and sometimes stop to avoid the crowds passing through the crosswalk.

No vehicle will drive illegally, and no one will ignore the traffic lights and suddenly cross the road.

Everything here seems so orderly.

Among the rows of high-rise buildings, there is a skyscraper that reaches into the sky that stands out.

It is a tower-shaped building, it towers into the sky, and blue light flows from time to time in the irregular gaps of the tower, full of mechanical and sci-fi sense, like a Tower of Babel built by modern people.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows on one of the towers, Dr. Hyde gently shook the red wine in his goblet and looked out the window. This sci-fi mechanical tower is the tallest building in the city, and if you stand by the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can easily enjoy the view of the city.

Admire the beauty of the orderly order outside the window.

It's one of the few ways he can relax outside of work.

Whispers still echo in my ears, hidden in those whispers are deep and dark fantasies, intriguing technical drawings, crazy intellectual truths, and more than that, whispers of temptation and depravity.

These whispers are like whispers of the devil, trying to bring Hyde down all the time.

It was only when he indulged in the orderly beauty outside the window that he could forget these pains for a moment.

Looking at this view, he will feel that the hard work he has put in along the way is worth it.

Nearly 20 years have passed since the advent of brain-computer chips.

Twenty years is enough for a croaking baby to grow into a young man full of ideals, enough for a passionate young man to wear out all enthusiasm and enter a middle-aged life, and enough for people to adapt to the existence of brain-computer chips, accept and agree with a series of surgeries implanted with brain-computer chips.

Twenty years ago, everyone was afraid of brain-computer chips and had an extreme attitude of opposition to brain mechanization, and many natural person fundamentalists launched violent terrorist attacks several times, and even groups that supported prosthetic transformation were united to try to resist or even destroy the research results of brain-computer chips and their supporting brain-computer transformation materials.

The anti-brain-computer chip and brain-computer transformation campaign was vigorous, and it can be said that Hyde was the closest to death, and he still remembers it vividly.

But he didn't hold a grudge against it.

Most people don't understand what the concepts of brain-computer modification and brain-computer chip implantation are, and they don't know what the working principle is, so they will resist, fear, and be cautious. Just like after the first industrial steam engines were created, some people were afraid that there was a devil running in the boiler, and those coals were sacrificed to the devil, so gears, bearings and pistons would be constantly pushed, and this kind of disruptive technology products that challenge their life experience for more than ten years or even decades will inevitably cause this phenomenon when they appear.

However, the general public, who did not know the truth, instigated by the fundamentalists of natural people, and supported by the groups that supported the transformation of the prosthetics, became the guns in their hands, and almost strangled this epoch-making technology in the cradle.

But now it's all in the past.

There will be no more crime in people, the fighting factors engraved in biological instincts can be curbed in time, children will no longer be abused by anyone, vulnerable groups will not be discriminated against and beaten, there will no longer be endless wars in the world, the army and police have basically withdrawn from the stage of history, the gap between countries and races has long since disappeared, and the vast majority of human beings can finally unite and work together to build a better tomorrow.

His first ideal was almost attained

But it's not enough, or this is the beginning of his series of ideals, the cradle called the earth is too cramped, the journey of a civilization and an intelligent race should be a sea of stars, not squatting on a small planet, fighting for such a little profit.

Dr. Hyde tried to look up at the sky for a moment, wanting to see the starry sky that would be shocking and vast whenever he looked up, but he forgot that it was daytime, and the weather didn't seem to be very good today, and the sky was cloudy and he couldn't see the stars clearly, so he had to give up.

Sibylla. The room was empty, but Dr. Hyde spoke slowly, as if he was talking to someone he couldn't see, how long was it until the next job began?

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold electronic speaker swayed in the sparsely decorated lounge.

Report: Dr. Hyde, the scheduled break will end after the clock, and you will need to deal with the recent movements of the rebels, as well as what to do.

Hyde nodded: Got it. After speaking, he put the wine glass in his hand on the small wooden table, his eyes swept the scene outside the window, and saw that there were several spider-like robots cleaning the glass curtain walls of several nearby high-rise buildings, and after a pause, he suddenly spoke, Sibyla, as an artificial intelligence that manages the intelligent machinery group, is actually as small as a housekeeping robot that takes care of personal life, a management robot for automated production farms, and a cleaning robot that cleans up the cityscape, a traffic command and planning system, and an armed robot that fights the rebels, in fact, you are responsible for managing it alone, right?

Report: Dr. Hyde, managing clusters of intelligent machinery is native to work, is there a new directive?

It's not a command, it's just an emotion. Hyde shook his head and pointed out the window, you see, the whole city is this orderly beauty, this is the result of your daily hard work, thank you for all you do, hard work.

This time, Sibylla's reply did not sound immediately, as if he was in a calculating confusion because of his question, and it was only after a few seconds that the electronic tone slowly sounded: Question: What is beauty?

You, still the same as before, always ask some questions that are difficult for me to answer In the face of artificial intelligence, the angle is tricky, and the question is reasonable, Hyde shook his head helplessly, what is beauty? I don't know how to explain it to you in words, so let's put it this way

Everyone's perception of beauty is slightly different. As he spoke, he pointed out the window again: For example, when I see this scene, I feel fulfilled and happy, so I think this scene is 'beautiful'.

Analysis: According to Dr. Hyde, beauty is a subjective human product. Speculation: When people's needs are satisfied by something, they will spontaneously produce a pleasant response, and this pleasant response is the perception of beauty.

Conclusion: The machine has no needs to be satisfied, so there is no sense of beauty, so the machine cannot feel beauty.

When Sibylla finished her series of discussions, silence returned to the room, and it was a long time before Hyde whispered: You, as always

The coordinates of the discarded historical features have been confirmed, and the coordinates of the event have been calibrated successfully.

The coincidence probability branch is proven, the separation is successful, and the navigation path is successfully connected.

The physical cosmic boundary blurring system is activated, and the imaginary time entrance is limited to expand.

The logic field generator is working normally, and the transmission channel has been stabilized.

Through the mirror-like portal, the familiar sense of vertigo and spatial dislocation hit, but soon this dizziness and dislocation were dispelled by the increasingly powerful physical fitness and the help of auxiliary devices, and the strange light clusters that remained in the field of vision began to fade rapidly, gradually returning to a normal reality scene.

At the same time, the figures of Zhao Xida and Elizabeth were also slowly sketched and emerged from the air.

While the two of them were still in a state of teleportation, Wu Ming casually tore open the containment space, habitually released the stealth detector used for detection, and roughly looked around the surrounding environment.

This time they seemed to have good luck, unlike the previous times when they fell directly into the wasteland where there was no village and no shop, this time they seemed to have been teleported to an abandoned town

Going to this town seems to have been abandoned after a war, the buildings are full of bullet holes and large scorched black marks, and there are many more collapsed ruins than standing houses, and Wu Ming took a cursory observation of the decay of the buildings, and found that it has probably not been inhabited for more than ten years.

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You like to worry about dolls! Elizabeth's babbling voice also came, she and Zhao Jida woke up at the same time almost in no particular order, and there was Fei Ge in the real world! What could happen?

Zhao Xida didn't even look at Elizabeth: The dragon individual Siegnon is second only to you in terms of uprightness, and the problem-solving method has always been straightforward, so it is easy to suffer from some stolen containment objects.

Second only to me? Are you scolding me again! I heard that! You're scolding me again!

Okay, okay, seeing that the two of them were about to pinch up again, Wu Ming hurriedly stepped forward to stop the mediation, and then looked at Zhao Xida, don't worry, Lao Zhao, I have arranged everything in the real world, let's solve it as soon as possible this time.

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