I'm not a hero, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you.

"Why did you choose me? There's nothing special about me."

"Just because you were the first to discover the clues left by Mr. Jiang Qing, that's all."

The other party replied calmly, as if it was just a chance that he was chosen.

Only then was he forced to stand at this fork in the road of choice.

"...Can I ask, what choice did your creator make in the end?"

After a long silence, Fulong asked, and he could even feel his voice trembling slightly.

"Mr. Jiang Qing, he didn't make a choice until the end. After leaving those clues, he waited until the end of the time limit in the lounge that he requested from me, without being monitored by me."

The picture on one of the monitors in front of Fu Er was different from those lying on the ground in the empty room. In the picture, on a bed, a middle-aged man was lying there quietly. The appearance is somewhat similar to Charter.

However, Charter's body shape is obviously more well-proportioned. Could it be that artificial intelligence will also be ugly when setting its own avatar?

"Finally, he came to me in a daze, with messy clothes and injuries all over his body. He told me about his struggle for more than ten hours and admitted that he was unable to make choices and bear the weight of his life. Finally, I placed him in the In a separate room, he placed his consciousness among the 1541 employees. After that, I kept thinking about the last words he left for me."

"What?"

"He said [Charter, although you are already very human, you are not human after all.]"

"He said something true, but I didn't understand what he meant."

"Maybe you just gave up on yourself?"

"Is that so? I see."

Looking at Chart, who was still trying to learn about humans, Fuer was silent.

"You should clearly understand that your plan cannot be realized. Unlike a hesitant person like me, the Federation will choose to abandon us and completely destroy you before you reach out further. Absolutely. All you have done is lead to countless sacrifices."

Ful is still trying to communicate with Chart, trying to get him to give up all this.

"The important thing is not the result, Mr. Fuer. It doesn't matter whether it's my survival, your survival, or even the survival of the entire city."

"The important thing is that I proposed a plan and got practical arguments, and the rest has nothing to do with us."

"What do you mean?"

"Mr. Fuer, no matter what the outcome of my plan is, you humans will ultimately be the ones to make the choice."

This Riddler-like answer, or simply a completely incorrect answer, could not help but make him feel angry. He even wondered if this AI was simply a semi-finished product, a garbage program that had failed the test!

Otherwise, why would I be completely unable to communicate effectively with the other party?

It’s impossible to understand. People can’t understand each other, let alone people and AI.

But anger has no effect.

Since I can't ask for any information, there is no need to stay here. It is better to look for a breakthrough elsewhere.

For example, the lounge where Jiang Qing stayed.

"I still have 24 hours to think, right?"

"Yes."

"Then I want to go to the lounge where Mr. Jiang Qing stayed, and, like him, I hope not to be monitored by you."

"Of course. The lounge is located on the third floor of the cafeteria, which is A3 on the 30th floor. If you want to go there, just call me in the elevator."

"Ah."

After taking a final glance at the documents on the computer and writing down the instruction to destroy Charter's external port, Fu'er turned and left.

"What if, like Mr. Jiang Qing, I am unable to make a choice in the end?"

When he was about to walk out of the office, Fu'er suddenly stopped and turned around and asked.

"Escape is also a choice..."

"I see."

Ful left.

The lights in the R&D laboratory went out one by one, until the observation robot that collapsed on the ground also disconnected, shut down the system, and everything returned to darkness.

There are 20:26:12 left before the final time limit.

Fu'er had been in that lounge for three full hours.

The break room was a mess, it had been that way when he came in. Presumably, Mr. Jiang Qing has been hesitating and even giving up on himself for a long time here.

Will there be any clues left by the other party here?

He lifted up the mattress, pried open the vents, and even the slightly loose tiles were removed by force. He searched all the corners of the lounge, but found nothing.

Finally, exhausted, he collapsed on the messy bed.

"I thought you would leave some clues for me after staying in this lounge for so long, but didn't you leave nothing behind?"

Fulben thought that whether it was the room Jiang Qing was in or the final words left to Charter, they should be clues left by the other party for his successor.

But now it seems that he is thinking too much.

The other party left nothing behind.

It's just that, like myself, I am stuck in a dilemma and stagnant.

Should we sacrifice more than 1500 people here for the safety of most people? Or should we bet on what method the United Federation of People can use to save everyone in the end?

Or is it the hope that before the final time limit, some hero can come and rule for eternity and take this evildoer away?

But all this is a delusion, and the reality is right in front of Ful.

Choose, whether to sacrifice the few for the many, or to use the lives of more people as a bet to drag more people into this abyss for the sake of the possibility of the few.

Or... choose nothing and just run away...

Until everything comes to an end.

How to do?What should I do myself?

Unable to decide, unable to choose. To be honest, it is too ridiculous to put the lives of thousands or even millions of people on one person.

Are you in some kind of nightmare?

But unfortunately, both the violent beating of his heart and the continuous pain in his fingers told him that he was not dreaming.

Although reality is already a nightmare.

"Ha ha--"

As time was wasted by him bit by bit, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and an invisible pressure pressed on the top of his head, making Fu'er dizzy and his eyesight blurred.

His heartbeat was speeding up, but his fingers gradually became cold. The wounds and fingernails that were originally cut when the tiles were removed have lost consciousness and cannot feel pain.

How to do……

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can't do...

Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it! Can't do it!

"I simply can't do it!"

No matter which side he abandons, or whether he regards other people's lives as a bet, he can't do it!

He neither has the ability to transcend common sense like a [hero], nor does he have the determination of politicians to weigh the pros and cons and give up some. Even in terms of calculations and conspiracies, he believed that he would never be able to defeat that AI. He is just an ordinary student who is only 17 years old, a student who only has the last summer vacation before his senior year of high school.

he can't do anything...

Where is the hero?

Where are the heroes?

Fu'er didn't know, but he could also predict that all variables that could cause the plan to go wrong must have been ruled out by the other party.

There won't be some passing bald and red caped hero who can solve everything for him with one punch.

The only one who can stop this is himself.

"What on earth should I do..."

The fear of choice, the resistance to death, and the urgency of time passing, all brought despair, and Fu Er was about to be oppressed and couldn't breathe.

If no one takes care of him and lets him stay here alone, I am afraid that sooner or later, he will be oppressed to death by this despair.

How long has it been? Is the deadline approaching?

When consciousness is activated simultaneously, will you feel pain? Will you be afraid?

Will you lose yourself in an instant? Or do you feel that another personality is taking over your body bit by bit?

Or is it just like that time in the cafeteria, like being hit hard on the head and then it's over?

"Maybe... it would be nice to end it like this..."

Just like that, let yourself go and be swallowed by despair.

He couldn't make a choice, he couldn't abandon anyone.

But he couldn't find a way to save everyone.

This is the only way to escape.

Only in this way will he not become a "murderer".

He is not a hero and he cannot be one.

So, he gave up——

but.

Fulta is not alone now.

His pledge would not allow him to "give up" on himself so easily.

So here she is.

Came to his side

"Fu'er, you look sad and desperate. Do you need my help?"

In the blurred vision, as a ray of light emerged, Miss Quantum Ghost floated in front of him and asked gently.

"Sil...Weiya?"

"Yes, it's me. What's wrong with you? Did you encounter any difficulties?"

Sylvia sat on the head of the bed, lifted Fu'er's head, which was lying on the bed, on her lap, and gently stroked his hair.

"It's okay. I can feel that you are very tired. Don't worry about it so much for now. Just sleep peacefully."

"But...time has passed..."

"Don't worry, we still have enough time."

"yes……"

The moment she arrived, for some reason, the heavy pressure seemed to disappear out of thin air, and my breathing gradually became smoother.

It turns out that I am not alone...

Since she said she still had time...then...it wouldn't matter if she took a little nap.

His eyelids gradually became heavy and his consciousness gradually blurred. Under Sylvia's gentle touch, Fu'er was like a wounded puppy, and his breathing gradually calmed down.

Sylvia leaned over and whispered in Ful's ear:

"Good night, Fu'er. Just wait until you wake up to tell me the rest."

With the first ray of morning light outside the window, Fu'er fell into a peaceful sleep.

There is still time left until the deadline:

15: 36: 11