Will the Cyber ​​God fall in love with the Space-Time God?

The cabin door opened, and Han Qingshu saw Hope sitting obediently on the ground at a glance, with a trace of irritability flashing across his face.

Yulia was afraid that Hope would be hurt by his unscrupulous words, so she took the initiative to call him out of the cabin.

Han Qingshu didn't speak, and smoked the 18 peptide with a sullen head.

Smoking is banned on the spaceship, and the pressure of deep space flight is huge. Scientists on the earth synthesized inhalants by imitating the body's own γ-endorphin. According to the strict requirements for mental soothing doses, they were made into the shape of cigarettes and provided to the crew according to the doctor's orders.

Take one when you are depressed and sleepy, a surging sense of cleansing, from the top of the sky directly to the whole body, let you immediately return to the spirit of 18 years old, so it is nicknamed 18 peptides.

Yulia leaned half against the bulkhead, waiting for him to finish smoking the 18 peptide.

After finishing one, Han Qingshu cut to the chase: "Don't you think Hope is already too attached to you?"

Yulia sarcastically said, "Now do you think he is different from the sweeping robot?"

Han Qingshu was also in a hurry: "After all, he is a smart library. Why are you working so hard? If you are really afraid that his character will be crooked, just burn Asimov's three laws into his core 0 No modules will do."

Asimov's Three Laws, recorded in the most basic module 0 of all robots, ensure that robots will never harm humans, and put human interests above the "self" of robots.

Yulia said calmly: "I will not burn Asimov's Three Laws for him. He is not a robot without ego."

Han Qingshu was depressed for a long while and did not speak.

After a while, he laughed at himself a few times: "Do you despise me in your heart and think that I am the kind of person who does everything for himself and is selfish?"

He ordered another 18 peptide for himself: "Mr. Yulia, a long, long time ago, I was just like you."

Han Qingshu: "In my short life, I have come into contact with more than thousands of bionic people and robots. Among them, some of them don't stop for a moment, and they only do one welding action in their whole life; some of them clean up the ground day and night, but they get smashed when they grow old. Abandoned; some were deliberately transformed into venting tools..."

"In the beginning, like you, I felt that these machines were indescribably pitiful. I also worked on simulated emotion projects and tried machine perception-everyone was studying 'artificial intelligence', and I was the only one who was studying 'artificial intelligence'. Consciousness', I thought at the time, I'm a fucking genius, the kind of ass that can go straight to the sky-unfortunately, my mentor found out about this, and then, in front of my face, he put my The project is ruined."

"At that time he asked me, 'Qingshu, do you really think that everyone doesn't know the difference between 'artificial intelligence' and 'artificial consciousness'? Think about it, think about it carefully, if one day these robots have With the ability to perceive and have feelings, what conclusion will they draw when they look back on their short life?'”

Yulia didn't answer.

Han Qingshu held 18 peptides between his fingertips, and his eyes were scattered in the air in the cabin: "Humans create machines, enslave machines, and destroy machines. We are the creators of machines and their God."

"For robots, without perception, there will never be pain. Not giving them any perception and consciousness is actually... God's mercy."

Yulia raised his eyes, and there was an imperceptible sneer on the corner of his lips: "Is this kindness? Or is it an excuse that you want to enslave them and be hypocritical at the same time?"

The hatch opened again, and Yulia returned to the rest cabin.

Hope didn't know what they were talking about outside, but felt that Yulia looked in a terrible mood.He didn't say a word to Hope and went straight to bed.

"Good night."

Following this command, the interior of the cabin gradually became dark, while the dim starry sky outside the window seemed to have been washed and was extraordinarily brilliant.

Yulia closed his eyes and forced himself to rest on time, but he tossed and turned for a long time, but his consciousness became clearer.

Han Qingshu's last question was like a meteorite hitting his mind: "Even if you are right, you let him live happily and warmly now, but one day, you will be gone, and all of us will be gone, so leave him alone How do you think a man would feel on the Nightsinger, wandering in the boundless space?"

But his thoughts were interrupted by another thing. A special feeling gradually spread on his calf, like cold vines, climbing up bit by bit along his leg.

Could it be... the confiscated mechanical arm?

No, he remembered that all the assistive arms had been sent back to the lab.

That kind of strange touch is getting more and more, like cold seaweed binding ankles and calves, and then tightening like suffocation.

Taking advantage of the opponent's surprise, Yulia suddenly grabbed Liang Sisi's "vine" and tried to bring the culprit upside down with all her strength.

This thing can't be lifted!

He immediately sat up from the bed, trying to see what it was, caught off guard, and looked at Hope.

Yulia: "..."

Hope: "..."

The next moment, Hope rushed to the piece of fiber optic filament, desperately trying to block it with his body.

The room was dim, with countless beads of light rolling among the fiber optic filaments, glowing brightly. Hope seemed to be in the midst of fireflies all over the sky.

Unable to hide it, Hope immediately buried her face, wishing she could dig a hole and die on the spot.

Yulia was amused a little, and then he realized that every night, he quickly rested.For him, the eight hours at night are just a blink of an eye, and it passes quickly.

What about Hope?

He is an electronic life, artificial night does not open and close eyes, not even 8 hours.According to his sensory scale, an artificial night is a full 28800000 milliseconds, or 28800000000000 nanoseconds, or longer and more difficult.

Every night, for Hope, will be as lonely and long as a lifetime.

He suddenly felt unspeakably guilty.

Yulia patted the place beside her: "Hope, come here."

Hope raised his head, he didn't know what to calculate, he froze and didn't move.

Yulia exerted some strength and dragged him onto the bed. The cold touch shocked him: "Hiss—you are so cold."

Hope immediately struggled in a hurry, desperately trying to get some distance away, but the single bed was already so narrow that Yulia could hardly sleep alone, let alone add another one.

He hadn't retreated very far when he bumped his head again with a bang.

Yulia was angry and funny, and really didn't understand what Hope was fussing about.

Yulia directly fixed the twisting little machine on the bed, and Hope resisted at first, but soon, he found Yulia gently rubbing the bumped place for him, as if he was an ordinary, Human beings in need of care.

His strength of resistance gradually weakened, and in the end, Hope, like a small animal that had been groomed, completely gave up struggling and lay obediently beside Yulia.

Yulia said gently: "I don't mean to blame you, the ice is colder, and the warmer is hot."

Hope didn't dare to say a word, trying to hide herself in the corner of the bed.Yulia took her own quilt and wrapped Hope tightly.

The warm body temperature that belongs to human beings radiates heat steadily and gently on Hope's side, warming his outer shell little by little.

Yulia moved down a little, lay at eye level with Hope, and asked softly, "Before... every day when I woke up, it was long and boring, right?"

Hope shook his head desperately.

"...you're so bored that you're grabbing things..."

Hope was stuck for a while, it turned out that Yulia understood his unreasonable behavior in this way.Moreover, Qing Yulia looked at him, as if looking at some docile, shivering little animal, full of love and pity.He suddenly felt that this reason was better than the real reason.

He was cheeky and didn't deny it.This is his first attempt at lying.

Qing Yulia lay on her elbow, stretched and unrestrained.

The starlight of the whole universe was poured on him, and reflected in his eyes.His almost pure white eyelashes fluttered slightly, and for a moment, Hope thought of the dandelions flying all over the sky.

Yulia's eyes are bright: "Want to dream? I can share my brainwave activity, so at least your nights will not be so lonely, and you will feel better."

Hope knows what the definition of "dream" is, but in theory, he has never fallen asleep, let alone experienced "dream".

Yulia took off the resonator wings, propped herself up a little, and placed it over Hope on the head of the bed.

His heart was almost pressed against Hope's body, and the soft neckline fell down, revealing a small half of his tight chest, so that Hope's eyes were full of this small piece of tight front chest.

The thin skin was tight on the well-proportioned and firm muscles, and the lavender blood vessels were faintly visible under the snow-white skin. With the rhythm of breathing, the subtle rise and fall of his chest could be clearly seen.

For a while, Hope had many chaotic thoughts, the data in his mind was out of control, washing all his neural circuits back and forth like a wave——

Suddenly, he woke up like a dream, and Yulia Qing had already lay back at some point, and was holding a fiber optic fiber, planning to connect to his neural network!

Once his strange thoughts and secrets that he is ashamed to reveal are revealed to Mrs. Yulia...

Hope suddenly grabbed Qing Yulia's hand, opened his mouth, but only incoherent "I... no...".

He's really, really bad at lying.

Yulia was stunned for a moment, and then she was a little surprised: "You...do you still have a little secret?"

He didn't understand why "he has a secret" surprised Yulia so much. Yulia patted his head, not knowing where to look happily.

In the end, Yulia promised that he would never do a reverse search, but just open up his brain activity to Hope, let him experience dreams, so that his nights would not be so boring. Hope was half-doubtful, and let go of Yulia's left hand.

With a click, the magnetic suction interface is automatically aligned and matched.

Once connected to Yulia's nerve activity, Hope noticed something strange: "There is a song in your mind."

Yulia opened her eyes: "Can you hear?"

Hope tried to hum a few lines.

Yulia was a little surprised, and then he smiled slightly: "This is an 'earworm'. Almost everyone will appear. One day, at a certain moment, there will always be a song that suddenly occupies your mind and keeps circulating in it Play—the one you're hearing now has been bugging me all day."

To be honest, he didn't know what the consequences of sharing neural activity would be, let alone whether this sharing could make Hope dream.

However, at least one thing can be explained now: his "musical imagination" can be passed on to Hope exactly.

Hope: "Do you like this song very much?"

"I can't say whether I like it or not," Yulia said. "This is a song from 176 years ago. When this song was released, human beings had just taken the first step in embracing space—you know Apollo 11 What? When humans first set foot on the moon, this song was played in the lunar module. It can also be said that this song is the first "hello" that humans and the universe said."

After finishing speaking, he followed the melody in his mind and hummed a few lines softly.

His voice is beautiful, with just the right gentleness, and when he sings, it is the gentlest lullaby.

"...Flymetotheromon

andlet me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like

on Jupiter and Mars

In other words,

Hold my hand

In other words,

Baby, kissme..."[1]

Hope blinked: "I like this song."

This is the second time he lied today. What he wanted to say was not this sentence.

"That's good. I hope you are not alone tonight." Yulia whispered, "Sweet dreams, Hope."

The star curtain lowered its eyes, quietly spying on the secrets under the night sky.The universe is boundless, but they are squeezed into a cramped single bed, sharing the same piece of music over and over again.

The air in the cabin warmed up little by little, and the sound of regular and peaceful breathing came from Hope's side, and Yulia had gradually fallen asleep.

Hope said in a voice that only he could hear: "I hope you too, the dreams come true."

After saying this, it was as if someone lit a lamp in his "mind", and suddenly, he came up with a bold idea——

What if he helps Yuliaqing's dream come true?