The Aston Martin sports car slowed down and drove out of the high-speed intersection. Even with the most powerful computing power in the world, it cannot change the inevitable fact that the gasoline engine consumes fuel. The fuel consumption of a sports car traveling at a high speed of 260km/h is 100 kilometers. Nearly thirty liters. Twenty kilometers away from the GTC headquarters, the six cylinders of the engine began to shut down. The exhaust pipe made a crackling noise. This was an automatic emergency measure for exhaustion of fuel. "Damn it." Bartholomew understood that the car had to drive into a gas station to replenish fuel. He smashed the teacup on the windshield angrily and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, dear father. The time to refill fuel is calculated in the total time." Within. It only takes three minutes." The male synthesized voice apologized and controlled the car to drive towards the server automatic refueling machine.
In Europe, which has long been dominated by clean energy, gas tankers are crowded with charging, hydrogen charging and inertial flywheel energy storage base stations. They stand alone in the corner. Each liter of gasoline is fifty-five euros. This price has attracted many gasoline engine enthusiasts. He was deterred. The system showed that the last time a car was refueled was three days ago. Aston Martin stopped. The fuel nozzle popped open. The oil gun automatically stretched out and started to fill the fuel. Bartholomew looked at the continuously beating on the tanker. Numbers. My mind seems a little dazed.
Chet Baker's MyFunnyValentine is playing on the stereo. This amazingly talented trumpeter is playing a melancholy tune. The thick grainy texture transcribed from vinyl records fills the car. In contrast, the old man prefers jazz master Miles D* *is the version played. But Chet Baker's voice evoked a certain memory in him. On that rainy night twenty years ago, when the visitor from the 'world' came to his mind, he was sitting in the study room at home drinking whiskey. .While listening to ChetBaker's records.
"Louder volume." Brandon Bartholomew flattened his seat slightly and said softly.
Jazz was like raindrops beating on the window of memories. The night twenty years ago was gloomy and cold. He drank two glasses of whiskey to make his body feel warmer. The nine-year-old boy fell asleep in the attic room. A floor lamp was lit in the study. Bartholomew, who was sitting in the armchair, was flipping through a book of Norse mythology. Whenever he saw a wonderful passage, he nodded slightly. He picked up the cup and took a sip of the golden wine. A gust of wind blew by, and the branches whipped against the roof. There was a sound of brushing. He looked up and thought that he would ask workers to trim the branches and leaves tomorrow. This cherry tree grew so fast that it almost covered the window of the attic room.
Nine years have passed since he adopted this little Asian boy. The relationship between Bartholomew and him is deeper than that of his biological father and son. But as he explores the boy's life experience, the doctor increasingly feels that there is some secret hidden in the boy. He couldn't explain how he felt when he first saw the boy in the Israeli orphanage. Now that he thought about it, it must have been destiny that they met there. The boy's life experience was like an island hidden in the mist. The closer he got, the more obvious it became. It was blurry. The doctor understood that the peacefully sleeping child was his son, his successor, and his only relative in the world. He vowed many times to put the past behind him and no longer dwell on the origin of his adopted son. But he was curious. It hissed in his ears like a snake in the Garden of Eden, forcing him to use all his strength to continue exploring.
"Alas." He sighed. Bartholomew put down his book and stared at the night rain outside the window. As one of the twelve executive members of the first generation GTC that launched "Genesis", he was called "Father" by the quantum computer. As long as he is willing, the powerful computer can do anything for him. But every time it comes to the boy's life experience, the "Genesis" interactive interface shows an awkward blank. "I'm sorry. Dear father." Half a minute passed. Such a line of writing appeared on the screen. There was no answer. There was no explanation. Just an apology without beginning or end. The doctor knew that a quantum computer did not need 30 seconds to think. He also knew that it could not have such a complicated function as 'apology'. Emotion. Just something preventing it from completing this search. Some higher authority directive that conflicts with the logical core.
"Genesis" is more than just a computer. It is the sum of all human wisdom throughout the ages. It has a huge database composed of all bitizable information in human history. It is a truly omniscient and omnipotent person. In order to prevent quantum computers from affecting the development of human society, In order to avoid harm. At the same time, in order to limit the expansion of the power of the GTC Timing Committee, the first generation of GTC committee members set an "altruism logical core" for the computer. The ethical rule of this logical core is "not to do anything that seriously violates the will of others and/or seriously damages others." "Behavior that benefits others". Compared with Asimov's three laws, the boundaries of this rule are quite blurry, and there is no way to quantify it. However, since the quantum computer was launched in 2017, the operation of the logic core has not occurred. The problem has been solved. The implementation of the rules has been proven to be correct and efficient. It has well protected the basic rights and interests of the human race.
Bartholomew has encountered situations where instructions were rejected before. It was a protective judgment made by the core of logic. The computer would give a complete ethical analysis as a reason. The situation involving the boy's life experience was completely different. "Genesis" was awkward. The performance made the doctor feel that it was not just the core of altruistic logic. He felt that the computer itself had the desire to talk. However, a big hand stretched out from behind and strangled its throat. There was no way to make a sound. This kind of struggle happened silently. The final result was an inexplicable "I'm sorry". Bartholomew began to try to circumvent the obstacles and find clues. When the boy was nine years old, he finally resigned from the timing committee and could spend a lot of time and energy. Exploring. Every time he saw the child's bright and lively face, the doctor always felt guilty. But he couldn't stop. The truth was getting closer and closer. There was only a thin piece of paper left.
On this rainy night, the emotions he had endured for a whole week finally took hold in his heart. Jazz, whiskey and books could not fill this hunger. Bartholomew opened the drawer and took out an envelope. It was from last week. The investigation results were released. A report about all the secrets of the nine-year-old boy. The complex programming system that bypassed the logic core ran for a hundred days before finally reaching a conclusion. The moment the results were output, the terminal caught fire due to overload. The entire GTC The quantum network in the east wing of the headquarters was paralyzed. Bartholomew didn't think it was a coincidence. He triggered some kind of defense mechanism. However, due to the concealment of the operation, he was not strongly attacked. Every step of snooping would reveal everything he left behind. All traces were erased. The doctor believed that he had not been exposed. Whoever was protecting the boy was just making unconscious threats.
Nine years of hard work turned into a piece of printing paper. Bartholomew didn't know whether to read the content on the paper. He hesitated again and again. He repeated it many times. The envelope was opened and closed countless times. The edges had become burrs and rough. "No. No." He suddenly muttered to himself. He threw the envelope on the table and drank up the whiskey in the glass. He felt that this was not just an envelope, but a door to an unknown world. Curiosity and fear were fighting fiercely in his heart. "Ding dong." At this time, the mobile phone rang, which relieved his entanglement in time. It was a routine report sent by the project team: "23:01. The operating status is unstable. There is still 15% away from the limit value. Space. The team leader on duty judged that the evolution speed was too fast. According to the operating procedures, the evolution speed was slowed down to 240:1. We will observe again. If the situation is not good at night, I will call you. Don’t sleep too deeply. Doctor...Night Shift. Madele."
Bartholomew pondered for a moment and replied: "It doesn't matter. As long as the limit is not reached, you can continue. It has been so long. No one can afford the consequences of restarting. Can't you? I will go to bed later."
After leaving the timing committee, Brandon Bartholomew assumed the leadership responsibility of the "World" project team. Although GTC announced that the development time of "World" would not exceed five years, in fact, the world evolution model was developed as early as 20 years ago. It has been started. One billion personality threads are injected into the virtual world in batches. Doctors and scientists curiously observe this nascent world every day. Watching the world evolve rapidly with complete autonomy. The idea of "building a world" originated from the doctor A conversation with Wu Tianlan. Wu Tianlan was in her early twenties at the time. She was a psychotherapist stationed at the GTC headquarters of a medical organization. She and Bartholomew met by chance. Because of their experiences, knowledge and personality charm, they attracted each other and became a relationship. A somewhat ambiguous acquaintance. Wu Tianlan's father was a theoretical mathematician. In the dark age when science hit a wall, his spirit collapsed and he became a complete lunatic. She became extreme and stubborn. During a chat, Wu Tianlan brought up "Skinner" The "box" theory pointed out that if you build a world model and observe the actions of those virtual personalities within the walls of the rules, it will definitely be helpful to the future of mankind. Bartholomew seemed very shocked at the time. After going home at night, he thought carefully .The prototype of "The World" was proposed the next day.
Putting down his cell phone, Bartholomew decided to have another drink and go to bed to watch the late-night football broadcast while waiting for news from the World Project Team. He stuffed the envelope back into the drawer and took a sip of whiskey. At this time, his head suddenly felt dizzy. This strange dizziness has lasted for a day. It seems that drinking has no effect on dizziness. The doctor rubbed his eyebrows and stood up. He put on a blanket and walked slowly to the bedroom. Suddenly, a weak voice sounded in his ears, like someone whispering behind him. He turned around suddenly, grabbed the ashtray and looked around. No one was there. There was only himself in the study, the sound of music and the rain outside.
"I'm coming. People from outside."
The voice suddenly became clear. It did not come from the outside world, but rang in his head. A hot burning pain came from the heart. The doctor staggered and sat down on the ground, covering his chest, with a look of horror on his face.