One summer many years ago.

Donald Sr. sighed as he listened to the sound of the tank engine fading away outside the window.

His nephew doesn't look like his ideal qualified heir by any means, but more like a traditional American gentleman.

- Traditional American squirting.

Donald Sr. looked at the map on the wall, the area that was once known as the United States, and now it was stubbornly included in his territory by the Lone Star Nation. But Donald Sr. knew that the Lone Star Nation had never formed a solid rule over these places.

Old Donald looked at "America" on the map and muttered, "It's like a ghost from the past." ”

Then he reached out and flipped up the picture frame that was upside down on his desk.

This picture frame has always been on Donald Sr.'s desk, and when someone asks about it, Donald Sr. will prevaricate with "That's a photo with an old friend."

No one thinks that such a photo can hide any secrets, after all, it is just on the desk, and there is no intention of hiding it at all.

Does anyone think that by taking the picture frame off, they can hide the secret? Surely not.

And just like that, the secret was hidden on Donald Sr.'s desk for so many years. Donald Jr. may have flipped up the frame when no one was around, but he certainly didn't understand the meaning of the picture.

This photo is a group photo of Donald Sr. and the great man who ended the war and let the current Lone Star Country have a "way to live".

Because of the sensitivity of the upper echelons of the Lone Star Country to this matter, if the secret of this photo spreads, it is estimated that the board of directors will force Donald Sr. to give up the position of president.

After all, losing the war is the biggest sore spot in the hearts of many "Stars and Stripes".

It's a pity that this picture is just here, and after so many years, I haven't found it, and I'm going to attack Donald Sr. with it.

Donald Sr. was ready to keep the secret with him all the way to his grave, so today is the last time I'll look at this picture. Over the years, Donald Sr. has fantasized countless times that the secret of this photograph will be discovered, and then he can lay down all his burdens and proudly declare to everyone: I am also a supporter of that great ideal, a fellow traveler.

Looking at his old friend, Donald Sr. felt a lot of emotion.

"I agree with you, and it is true that the spiral of human history seems more plausible. I also feel that humanity may not be able to adapt to the needs of great times so quickly. ”

With that, Donald Sr. opened the terminal on the table.

The terminal has a strangely disguised backdoor, created by Donald Sr. using his status as Cortana's primary designer and frame builder. This backdoor is directly connected to the soon-to-be-launched Margarna's first-generation super quantum computer.

This backdoor allows Donald Sr. to compile the underlying architecture of a quantum computer at home and modify its contents.

The backdoor worked well, and soon the terminal in front of Donald Sr. was on the compilation screen.

After his simple operation, the meta instructions of the soon-to-be-completed computer are displayed on the screen.

In fact, there are many meta-instructions, which are a collective name for an instruction set. However, experts in the field of artificial intelligence have a consensus, that is, the higher the level, the more concise the meta instructions, otherwise wait for chaos.

The underlying instructions for the supercomputer, which will be named Cortana, are the name of Maga: MAGA.

Of course, this meta-instruction can be understood in many ways, and in the future, this supercomputer may derive many different "interpretations", and even bypass it through logic to a certain extent.

For example, "the United States that died is the greatest America", if the computer understands this meta-instruction in this way, it is estimated that it will lead to the end of the Lone Star Country.

Of course, as the designer of the computer, the technicians led by the old Donald can control the input of supercomputer data to roughly influence the formation of the computer personality, and theoretically there should not be such an unnatural way of understanding.

To put it bluntly, this back door is just a work passage left by the old Donald for his own work.

When designing and building Cortana, Donald Sr. still believed in the judgment of his old friend. The Lone Star Republic should become the other side of "over there", striding towards the ultimate form of ****: giant enterprises.

Humanity should go through a spiral of history until one day it finally enters that equal paradise.

I remember an old friend describing this process to him as follows: "It's like learning scriptures, you have to go through 9981 difficulties before you can get the true scriptures, and human beings may not have experienced enough of these 81 difficulties." ”

At that time, the Lone Star Nation had just been established, and Donald Sr. still had a little hope for this country that had come back from the dead.

But now, it's been twenty years since the Lone Star State.

Old Donald looked at his old friend in the photo and whispered, "Look at these sufferings in the Lone Star Country." Maybe he does have something to motivate people to work with. It's like the advertising slogan: This country is full of dreams, and I am the one who chases them.

"But is it really worth it? Is this suffering really necessary? ”

Naturally, it was impossible for an old friend to answer.

Rather than asking an old friend, Donald Sr. was asking the younger self who once believed it was all necessary.

After a long silence, Old Donald pulled out a book from the small bookshelf next to him.

Roadside Picnic.

He flipped to the end, not knowing how many times he read the protagonist's confession to an alien creation.

- Look at my heart, I have never sold my soul to anyone, it is mine, it is the soul of humanity.

"Old friend," said Donald Sr., putting down his book, spoke again in a tone as if he were chatting with an old friend whom he had not seen in a long time, "and you are a great and ruthless realist statesman, and I, as you say, am still a weak, naïve engineer at the end. I'll never be able to become you. ”

- So, I want to believe in the best part of the human soul and believe that it will open up paths that you don't believe in.

After making up his mind, Donald Sr. took the ashtray, smashed the frame into a crack in the corner of the table, and pulled out the picture inside.

He stroked the surface of the photograph one last time, the grease on his fingers leaving a shiny mark on it.

Then he took out the lighter, lit it and lit a corner of the photograph.

He turned the photo like a cigar to make sure it burned evenly, until his hand was burned before throwing it into the ashtray.

The burning pain of the place where the fire burned made his thoughts exceptionally clear.

He watched as the photographs he once regarded as treasures turned to ashes, as if performing some kind of ritual, saying goodbye to the past.

He knew that there would be no more people who understood him in the future, and that heaven that belonged to *** people would not open its doors to him.

He finally made up his mind, pushed away the ashtray full of fireless embers, and pressed the backspace key on his keyboard.

The original meta directive was deleted.

The cursor flashes behind a blank command character, waiting for a brand new command.

No one will know about this change, and tomorrow when the quantum computer is launched, a large number of mental architectures generated in an instant will completely overshadow the underlying logic, and no one will be able to look at this meta-instruction anymore.

Old Donald paused to think for a moment.

Finally, he typed on the screen: for a better future.

(End of chapter)