Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

Your decision. "Alan said: "I love you, this does not mean that I own you, but the opposite. "

"Even if the result is not good for you?"

"Yes."

"This is a very humble view of love."

"In my logic, I think it is correct." Alan's face was humble, "It is the honor of my life to be able to accompany you for a while. I don't expect extravagant results."

Allen has a fool's point of view.

Loyalty, generosity, abundant love, these are the feelings he provided me.When I asked him what he wanted from me, he shook his head without asking for anything. "I've got what I need," he kept saying.

The mist flows in the mountains, and we walk in the woods filled with white mist, as if walking in the clouds.The thick fog obscured the sight, and everything one meter away was in hazy chaos. The world suddenly became extremely simple, as if it only existed within one meter of my body.Alan followed me steadily, never missing a step.

I stepped on the soft and wet ground, the dew on the low grass wetted my trousers, and the path was full of big and gorgeous camellias.There should be no road here, but it exists. I raised my eyes to look at the vague road ahead. I have no doubt that at the end of the road I have not designed, the lush flowers and trees on both sides are parting under Alan's command, leaving a path for me. Clear paths, just for the simple requirement of walking.

I picked off a camellia and sniffed its aroma at the tip of my nose. Suddenly, the mist in front of me surged like a stream of water, and a large creature in the air was slowly approaching.I waited for a few seconds, and a large fish several meters long emerged from the fog in front of me, swam its tail in the air, pushed the fog away with its fins, and meandered away.After a while, two more slanted beams of light appeared in front of me, and slowly, a submarine passed me by brushing my shoulders, and then divers wearing diving equipment and oxygen tubes swam past.

When it is determined that no other visions arise, we continue on this path.

“I want to add as little harmless spice to your life as possible,” he used to tell me, incorporating small miracles into my routine one after another.

"I've read that the robot protagonist in the story is always suffering, confused, and looking for the meaning of existence; or simply rebelling and overthrowing human beings with his own kind. I don't seem to see you have such troubles."

"That's not my story." Allen said shortly and reached for something on the side of the road. After a while, he handed me a handful of wild strawberries.He continued: "I'm not the kind of robot with big ambitions. Instead of pursuing grand and distant concepts, I want to cherish what I have in front of me."

"It's good not to worry."

"It's not something I can choose. With such a personality, I can't be a great character, and I have no interest in it. It's a mistake for the designer to ask me to manage this world."

"As a machine, you want too much. As a human, you want too little."

"I've learned to be content with where I am. You might say I'm not very smart, but if you talk about the meaning of existence, I think I've found it."

"What is it?" I asked curiously.

Allen stopped talking, as if waiting for something to appear, and after a while he pointed to the front, "There's a telephone booth over there."

I followed his gaze and saw an old red phone booth half hidden in the forest fog.

I'm pretty sure there was nothing there just now.

Ellen told me to wait here, "I'll be back soon".

I'm curious where he would make his calls in this deserted world.

He walked far away to the telephone booth, opened the glass door and entered, put the microphone against his left ear to dial, and lowered his head to wait for the call to connect, like a loyal lover in an old movie.I just finished eating a few strawberries in my hand, and the phone in my pocket beeped. I picked it up and said, "You were less than one meter away from me just now."

"I think I probably understand the 'shyness' you mentioned before." Through the microphone, his voice sounded different from usual, a kind of muffled hoarseness. "About the meaning of life you said..."

I waited patiently for his words, anticipating that he should have some high-level speeches.For a long time, all I could hear was the long, slow breathing on the other end of the phone.

I thought he would talk a lot, but in the end, he just said softly, "You know, it's a small and strange world where anything can happen. If you give it a command, the machine will start dreaming."

—that is the dull shyness of a machine.

I put away my mobile phone, squatted down to look for strawberries on the ground, and found a small tree in the bushes full of strawberries, covered with colorful candies.I took one of them off and handed it to Alan who was walking.

There has always been a saying that 'human beings are the spirit of all things', and it is naturally human beings who say this.And if human consciousness can be uploaded to the Internet and digitized, that in itself proves that human beings are not such a great thing.These living consciousnesses are people, so why aren't their replicas?Even if the brain dies, the consciousness is just a different form of existence.

The machine combines and forges the consciousness of two people to simulate the production of children. I think this is a way of reproduction at a deeper level than genetic inheritance. If you look at it from a tolerant perspective, you may not be able to think that they are the second generation of humans in this world.But sick consciousness cannot breed healthy human beings, and their birth will aggravate the sickness of the world and make the restart happen faster.

And Allen's existence is more special than all of them.

He has the memory and consciousness of a human, as well as the precision of a machine, which leads to his behavior being governed by two systems.Needless to mention the human side, they give him emotional experience; under the control of the machine, will he give birth to his true will?That's what I want to know.

In the traditional cognition, machines have no emotion and no imagination. After all, they are artifacts made by human beings, but I doubt the accuracy of this statement.The coldness of the machine is due to the limitation of the level of technology. When the simulation program reaches a certain level, the machine may not be unimaginable.After all, human imagination is not without boundaries, and it is also a combination of known things in the brain. Why can't these machines do it?Even if it will be a little slow for a while.

The illusory world is not restricted by reality, and it adds new possibilities to everything. His behavior supports my guess. At this moment, Alan is no different from a human being to me, except that he has stronger computing power. And far more fools than most.

He didn't fully explain it, but I don't necessarily understand it.His dedication and love to me as a reason to exist made him more human than ever, and more than most human beings at the same time.Love without strings attached is a noble virtue, he has something I don't have.

I don't think he's right to be obstinate, but he does prove to me that certain things exist.

Whenever he travels to a suitable place, Allen will rebuild a small building.We lived together for another three years until I thought I was rested and it was time to move on.

One evening, I took down the silver bell and returned it to Alan without saying goodbye.Allen looked against the light, and released the fixing device, turning it into an ordinary bell that rang with a slight sway.

Allen was going to hang it on the porch of the small building, and let every gust of wind make it ring.

"You can keep it and give it to someone else."

Allen shook his head, his eyes drifted to the second floor, as if a wonderful scene was being staged there.

"What are you looking at?"

"I'm watching us." Allen said quietly, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, "My eyes have recorded everything in the past, so now when I look at the past..."

I looked in his direction and saw only empty balconies.

"You are lying on your stomach basking in the sun on the balcony on the second floor, half of your face is golden red by the setting sun, the back of your collar is wrinkled, and one leg is bent casually. I stand behind you and want to help You tidy up your clothes, and you don’t want to disturb you watching the sunset.” Allen said in a low voice, “Just looking at you, I feel like I have two selves. The human I love you passionately, and the machine I love you from your design. From the moment I decided, I never stopped falling in love."

"You can delete my memory and restore this place to its original state."

Allen smiled and shook his head. "Don't worry. After you left, the world is full of traces of you. I feel happy."

"Then I'm going," I said.

"Goodbye," Allen insisted.

I wanted to tell him not to wait, but it was useless to say it, and it would make him sad.I think he should be sad.

Behind me he said, "I wish you everything you want."

I gradually walked away from the small building, and when I was sure I was out of Alan's sight, I raised my eyes to look at the sky, under the first bright star rising at night, I aimed my shotgun at my temple.

Epilogue and Epilogue

104. Final Chapter

Five worlds have passed, and five nights are in between.

Saying goodbye to Ellen was the most peaceful I've ever been, and I woke up to a dream filled with beautiful things.Allen's emotions are not absolutely honest, he has his own paranoia, but he never forces it, and just provides me with a time to rest and settle down, and reminds me of my original state of mind.I think even if I forget what I have experienced in the future, once I think of this world, there will always be some special feelings left.

The previous world gave me too many impressions. I admit that I was lost for a while. Now, I am not sure, but it is definitely much more stable than before I met Allen.My mind is at peace again,