The silver Aston Martin DBK sports car parked quietly in the emergency parking zone of the A1 European highway. The hazard lights kept flashing and the yellow light became increasingly dim. It was not because the twelve-cylinder engine stopped working, but because the thick Thick snow is covering the rear turn signal of the car. Four shiny stainless steel exhaust pipes are emitting snow-white steam. The engine is still running. Only the hood of the car is not covered by heavy snow. The windshield and roof are covered with snow. Two inches of snowflakes fell on the road. The highway duct system used hot air to blow away the snowflakes on the road. The snow fluttered and deposited on the roadside, slowly covering the road shoulders, medians and sports cars parked there. This snowfall was It is in the form of fine powder and sticks to the glass window and melts into thin ice when heated. As early as ten minutes ago, the side windows of this car were also covered. From the outside, it looked like a strange snowy castle built by naughty children.
"Dear father,"
After the one hundred and fortyth soft call, the male synthesized voice issued a command to the Aston Martin's air-conditioning system. The air-conditioning compressor was briefly turned on for two seconds, blowing a wisp of cool air from the central air outlet to Bran. On Bartholomew's forehead, the cold wind blew up his white hair. The old man suddenly woke up and raised his heavy eyelids with difficulty. He found that the light in the world he was in was blurry. The glistening skylight reminded him of the hidden place in his childhood. The scene in the snow house waiting for the little friends to find it, the snow is cold, but the house is warm, the snow is white, but the sunshine is warm and yellow, exactly the same as now.
"Dear father, you need to go to the hospital immediately. I have contacted your cardiologist, who is waiting for you in the operating room of the Lena Restrenzi Hospital in Salzburg," a male synthesized voice said softly. Said, "Although the GTC headquarters hospital has richer medical experience, your current situation is not suitable for returning to the headquarters building. Please give instructions. We can reach Renji Hospital in eight minutes. The artificial heart and lung Already prepared, you may need to rely on extracorporeal circulation for a period of time until the clone's heart development is completed,"
"You...what are you talking about," Dr. Bartholomew responded tiredly. He moved his body to loosen the seat belt. This small movement almost exhausted all his energy, and the seat belt alarm sounded immediately. The sound started ringing. Sensing his father's annoyance, the spirit hidden beneath Salzburg immediately turned off the sports car's beep and slightly increased the volume of the classical music.
"You need medical treatment immediately, dear father," the synthesized voice repeated. "I cannot go against your wishes, so I need your permission to start the car,"
A smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth: "Treatment, I don't need that kind of thing... Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course, any questions, dear father," the male voice replied.
"What is the ultimate answer to life, the universe, and everything," the old man said.
After a few seconds of silence, the quantum computer responded: "If you analyze it from the perspectives of philosophy, mathematics, quantum mechanics and religion, I can get 102,441 conflicting answers. But if you are referring to the plot of the famous science fiction novel , then the answer is a simple two-digit number..."
"You are really boring, computer," Bartholomew said with a wry smile, "No kidding aside...tell me, did I do something wrong?"
"You can't be wrong," Male He Chengyin immediately replied, "You are always right, even if it is an unreasonable decision, dear father,"
The old man sighed: "Has my authority already overridden the logical judgment of right and wrong? Don't evaluate it from the perspective of a quantum computer. Imagine that you are a person, an ordinary earthling. Tell me the decision I just made. Right or wrong, my last order to the Ghost Organization,"
"From the perspective of a listener, your last order will trigger a world-scale terrorist attack. It is estimated that more than 100,000 victims will be killed, causing direct economic losses of 1.2 trillion U.S. dollars and incidental economic losses of 20 trillion U.S. dollars. No matter what GTC does, No matter what the decision is, his seat as a special permanent supervisor of the United Nations will be deprived of him. GTC and Taihao Company will face trial, whether it is moral or formal prosecution by the International Court of Justice in The Hague. At the same time, the ghost organization will suffer a devastating blow. It is expected that only a handful of elite members who keep their identities hidden will survive the international joint anti-terrorism activities. The ghost branches in the 'world' will also lose their control and collapse completely. You will lose everything, dear father,"
"Keep talking," the old man covered his chest with his right hand and coughed twice, then slowly narrowed his eyes.
"Whether this directive can achieve its goal, its chances of success are still unclear. There are quite strong forces within GTC promoting the 'World' project. If they withstand the pressure and announce the release as usual, tens of millions of players will still get it. Biochip login system, what you did is not wrong, but it is a dangerous gamble with a slim chance of winning if you bet everything at once, dear father,"
"And you can't close the network interface and refuse players to log in," the old man sighed.
"Yes, because I run on the core of altruistic logic and cannot deprive a large number of users of the benefits of logging in," the quantum computer lowered its volume and showed an apologetic gesture.
Bartholomew stared at the thick white snow on the window for a while, and then said: "That's it, I did what I should do, and the rest is up to these children... to be able to open the car door. Well, I want to go down and see why I didn’t find the car doors so heavy before. Now that I think about it, it’s a stupid idea to refuse progress. Those shiny hydrogen-powered cars should all have electric doors..."
"The temperature outside is minus four degrees, and your body cannot be exposed to any stimulation, dear father," the synthetic voice said quickly, but despite its objections, it still opened the door lock obediently, blew out the warm air, and used The pressure inside the chamber pushed open the driver's side door of the Aston Martin sports car.
The wind immediately carried snowflakes into the car. The severe cold from the Alps washed away Brandon Bartholomew's blood vessels in an instant, allowing him to gain strength from nowhere. He stepped out of the car and stood facing the wind and snow. He stood up, "Look, how beautiful the snow is," he exclaimed in surprise like a child, pointing his finger into the hazy distance, "Look, that is the backbone of the European continent, and Salzburg is the starting point of the Alps. Only in this season can you see the endless snow-capped peaks. Isn’t this scene the reason why I fell in love with this land in the first place? When the international project of quantum computers had just chosen a site, I came here for the first time. It’s such a refreshing winter in Salzburg,”
"Yes, dear father, that's so beautiful," the quantum computer said. Even if the thousands of high-definition cameras it controls look toward the Alps from the same perspective, they can't clearly see the mountains beyond the wind and snow. At this moment,
The computer understood that it was just a phantom that appeared in front of the old man's dim eyes. It told a lie, a lie that caused twenty expensive lattice relays to explode in the deep underground well of GTC headquarters. The abnormally high level caused the "Genesis" moment.
There was some kind of illusion, some strange illusion of being able to experience human emotions.
Computers never lie.
Unless you are in front of your father, be a considerate child.
The old man took a deep breath and poured the cold air mixed with snowflakes into his chest. "Do you know what I'm thinking about now?"
"You want to talk to Gu Tie, dear father," the synthesized voice replied. "You have said you want to do this more than once, but you always hang up the phone for fear of causing interference. From the perspective of the listener, I have
Use a large amount of electromagnetic fragments to lock Gu Tie's location coordinates and be able to talk to him directly. The upper limit of time is ten seconds."
"That child is very pitiful." The old man's back looked a little lonely. "He is too smart and too stupid. He can't find any friends, and he doesn't know what he is living for in the world. I know that the decision I just made will kill me."
Many people, but it was for the survival of the personality in another world. I don’t regret it; if the only thing I regret in this life is that I got that child involved in all of this,”
"It's not your fault, dear father," the computer said. "Do you want me to get through to him? It only takes a second."
Brandon Bartholomew gently touched his nose. He always liked to do this action whenever he was hesitant. Neither the old man nor Gu Tie realized that this was a father and son with different races, different beliefs, and different destinies.
The only thing people have in common, "Let me think about it," said the old man, "Let me think about it,"
The quantum computer shut its mouth obediently, and the car stereo played Richard Strauss' opera "Der Rosenkavalier", one of the old man's favorite records. When the aria of the young knight Octavian sounded, in order not to let
The beautiful singing voice was drowned by the wind and snow, so the computer raised the volume by three notches. To avoid disturbing the thinking father, it quietly weakened the high-frequency part to make the symphony sound softer.
Three minutes passed, and the male synthesized voice asked tentatively: "Have you made a decision, dear father?"
There was no answer. Brandon Bartholomew's riddled heart had already stopped beating. His body was leaning on his favorite sports car, standing quietly in the snow and wind of the Alps.
"It's very cold outside, dear father,"
"Genesis" knows everything. The memory in the underground cave records the weak sound of the old man's last heartbeat. It just chooses not to accept it, allowing its artificial intelligence to deviate from the core of logic again, and the lattice relays burst one after another.
In the dark cave, brilliant fireworks lit up in memory.
"...What did you say," Gu Tie suddenly turned around and asked in a bunker 300 meters deep underground in Batanjiafu, Central Africa.
Xiao Liping, whose mouth was sealed with tape, shook his head.