Artificial Intelligence and Human Intellectual Disability

"Doctor Shen has thought it through." Liszt lowered the corners of his eyes, which seemed to be a smile, "I believe in equal value exchange most, in a broad sense."

Shen Ye looked at a medicine box on the round table beside him, which contained half a dozen self-injection injections, and the medicine liquid in the transparent cavity was light pink: "The essence of exchange is to get what you need, I don't think it's beneficial to you. What's the benefit."

Liszt squeezed out one from the inside with his fingers, skillfully pulled up the sleeve, twisted off the cap, and pierced the needle into the rotten skin of the elbow.

"The sense of security is the most expensive." He seemed to be in a better mood, heaved a long sigh of relief, and took out another one from the medicine box and handed it to Shen Ye, "Take what you want and pay the price. By the way, I will pay the price." Believe, the higher the risk, the greater the reward."

Shen Ye took the injection and moved it around on his fingertips: "Don't let others dictate my treatment. And this may affect my ability, which in turn will affect your treatment."

Liszt took off his isolation mask. He was indeed smiling, but one corner of his lips shrank to his jaw, exposing his scorched gums. There were a few crooked rotten teeth embedded in the dark red carrion, which made this smile scarier than crying.

"make a deal."

Shen Ye unscrewed the cap with one hand and injected the medicinal solution into the vein.

Liszt handed over another one: "It's not strong enough for you, aren't you all insane? To tell you the truth, I don't have a good impression of mental retardation. It's ironic."

Shen Ye: "!"

"Don't be afraid, no one can save me but you, I don't want you to die." Liszt's voice was like a poisonous scorpion sting, "but I don't want you to live too long than me, then you won't work hard, I hope You care about me as much as you care about your own life, which is not too much to ask."

Shen Ye was unmoved, and Liszt was not impatient. He is a veteran of Vanity Fair and is well versed in the key points of negotiation.

The other party pays one yuan, and the income is zero. He only needs to pay another one yuan to get a product worth two yuan. No one is willing to give up the sunk cost, especially when the income is greater than two yuan.

"The fate between you and Mr. Bai is so good, it's never too early or too late." Liszt showed off his selling points and accurately marketed to Shen Ye, "A 127-year-old person is either lying in a grave or in a nursing home, only the chosen ones Boss Bai is fortunate to be placed on a high platform... I understand that feeling, holding hands and stumbling, with a stick stuck in his spine... If one day he is disobedient, he is really worse than a dog! Have you ever asked him if he would like to be resurrected? ?”

"Equivalent exchange, the higher the risk, the greater the reward." Shen Ye repeated the other party's words emphatically, and then injected a second injection, "Who decided to revive Bai Yang? What is the purpose?"

Liszt showed the expected victory and satisfaction, watching the medicine liquid in the needle tube being emptied little by little, half of his rotten face twitched nervously.

"A pure white rose cannot live without thorns, and new ones will grow out of the old ones."

The angel's tears flowed into his blood, Shen Ye couldn't feel the comfort and joy of ordinary people, and didn't know what would happen afterwards.

Perhaps this thing is not strong enough for him, but he wants to correct Liszt, not "nervous retardation", but "nervous inertia";

Maybe before the bad results appear, he has already obtained the price, and it doesn't matter if the transaction partner dies;

And maybe, he really has the ability to find a cure, but that doesn't prevent accidents from happening to individual patients.

Shen Ye thought, I hold a grudge very much, and then pretended to be full of energy.

Pure white rose, only one reference.Shen Ye asked: "What does the Russell family need Bai Yang for?"

"That's another price." Liszt relaxed and sat back on the sofa. In fact, melamine can no longer bring him any physical enjoyment, but it can still relieve his psychological desire. "We will have a long life, Doctor Shen, your treatment It's time to start—"

The chef had educated Shen Ye on the major families of the alliance, so it was natural to introduce Hogan Russell, who is the big financial backer behind Freeport.

Today's alliance is deeply trapped in the vicious circle of plutocratic politics, which is a disaster for the people. The wealth is infinitely concentrated, the class is becoming more and more solidified, the economic gap between the three star fields is constantly widening, and the poverty disease is already earlier than the NSAD virus infected the mother star. .

The outbreak of the epidemic, like the hand of hell, tore up the peace that lasted for a hundred years after the Star Wars, and made people look directly at the rotten and smelly abscesses and tumors in the giant's body. The PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds alliance is no longer as strong and robust as it used to be.

The chief executive is nothing more than a parasitized host, a puppet leader dancing in the palm of a chaebol.

"Treatment is also like a battle." Shen Ye inspected Liszt's festering everywhere, without any disdain, "There is more than one method, and the combined effect is often better."

Liszt understood, the smile overflowing in his eyes was no longer ferocious, half of his lips parted and closed: "I have never rejected strong business partners, but... I am very curious about what Boss Bai will use to trade with you in order to let you help him like this?"

"In addition to equivalent exchange and high-risk high-return business, there is also a long-term investment. I am optimistic about Mr. Bai and want to take the original stock."

Liszt laughed loudly: "Doctor Shen, I have to remind you to be careful of the dealer behind him, otherwise you will lose all your money."

"Okay," Shen Ye lowered his eyelashes in embarrassment, "To tell you the truth, I love him so much, the kind that I'm willing to put my life on the line."

His words unexpectedly did not attract ridicule.Liszt seemed to be deep in thought, with complicated hearts, and some things he had always sneered at were not because he didn't like it, but because he didn't believe it.For example, true affection.

~~~

The Alliance Academy of Sciences has a laboratory named after Wu Song, which is the highest honor for scientific researchers, and it is also the place where Wu Song is bound today.

Shen Ye treated Liszt, and one of the considerations was to allow him and Wu Song to do NSAD virus-related research in this laboratory, and the only assistants were Wu Song's two students who voluntarily stayed and participated. The most streamlined virus attack team in the league.

There are intelligent guards at the entrance of the laboratory. They are not like Mu Xing, who is made up of scraps of iron and steel, but a real police simulation robot that can keep close guard 24 hours a day and is ready to chase and flee.

The robot guard picked up a computer-synthesized face with regular features and a serious face, perhaps borrowing from the faces of all righteous characters in the film history of the alliance, which looks upright and awe-inspiring, exorcising evil and avoiding filth.

There was still no handsome Bai Yang, and Shen Ye was beeping inwardly when he passed by.

Wu Song hunched in front of the microscope, looking at the culture medium affectionately, and didn't realize that there was someone behind him at all.

Shen Ye took a deep breath and called softly, "Uncle Wu..."

Before, he had always called the other party Professor Wu, but he had never been so kind. If you look closely, no matter where you look at it, it would be more appropriate to call him "Uncle Wu".

Before Wu Song could get over it, Shen Ye called out again in a rebellious way: "Brother Wu Song...Brother."

"!" Wu Song turned his head too fast, his glasses scratched the observation tube, fell off, and almost broke his big neck tendon.

In the blurred field of vision, the young man turned into a shadow, his facial features were only outlines, the blurring weakened the delicate details of Shen Ye's body, and instead highlighted something that belonged to the category of temperament.

It is the feeling that a person gives to others. Sometimes it is even difficult to describe in words, but it can mobilize the so-called impression with multiple senses.

Wu Song suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. There used to be such a quiet and cold person who carefully kept a safe distance from the incompatibility around him.

It was a child, a child who first called him uncle, and then called him brother, with such a faint outline of his eyebrows and eyes.

The memory goes back to when Wu Song was just studying for a Ph. D., his mentor Ning Zhe was only six or seven years older than him, and he had an uncle face 20 years ago.

The teachers and students looked like teachers and students, and Ning Zhe looked like his students, because there were many jokes about it.

One of them is when Professor Ning's son met Wu Song for the first time, the child stared at his badge for a long time: "Wu..."

Everyone thought that he didn't know the word Song at the end, but someone just wanted to remind him, but the kid was thinking of a proper and polite address: "...Uncle."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Then a sister of an experimenter said to Xiao Ayu: "Master, master, you will be a teacher for a day and a father for life. Your father's students are your peers. You should call them brothers or sisters."

Ayu understood, and called him again seriously: "Brother Wu Song."

Everyone laughed harder.Ning Weiyu lowered her eyes and ignored everyone.

Shen Ye picked up the glasses and stuffed them back into Wu Song's hands: "I'm sorry, Professor Wu."

"You..." Wu Song put on his glasses and carefully looked at the young man in front of him. His facial features are not very similar to those of his teacher, but his aura is very similar!

Completely different from the warm and gentle Shen Tongzhou, he is more like Ning Zhe.

Shen Ye showed him his elbow socket: "I gave 2-3 mg of methamine intravenously half an hour ago. I don't know if there is any way to remedy it. I need your help."

Wu Song's face was startled, and the turbulent emotions were suppressed forcibly. He got busy in a panic, rummaged through the medicine cabinet, broke a sterile bottle, and read the names of several compounds in his mouth. The base solution was dissolved to prepare the medicine, a self-made infusion device was made, and finally the infusion needle was inserted into the blood vessel on the back of Shen Ye's hand.

Shen Ye: "..." The action was so fast!Can the three non-products be okay?

"Phenylpiperidine hydrochloride and chlorpheniramine can have a neutralization reaction with melamine... to form chlorate. You need to test the chlorate. If it exceeds the standard, it will damage the kidneys..."

Wu Song was in a hurry, and the scientific research doctors were unable to deal with sudden illnesses in their routine routines.

Shen Ye took out milk from the refrigerator to drink, and wrote a prescription for himself: "Sodium lactate, 11.2%, 50ml. Can outside robots buy milk? The remaining few boxes may not be enough——"

Wu Song wasn't a fussy character at all, this move hastily passed the surprise just now, and sitting in front of Shen Ye, there was only a group of relieved sighs.

The teacher's child is still alive, and little Ayu is still alive...

"Do you feel strange? Excited, happy, full of energy and nowhere to rest?"

Shen Ye sucked on the straw and shook her head calmly.

Wu Song knew that if he cared about it, he would be confused. Many pictures of A Yu's childhood came and went in and out of his mind, trying his best to fill in the gaps of more than twenty years.

"That's right, melamine does not have that obvious effect on people with disabilities, don't be afraid, don't worry..." He pressed his fingers on his knees, subconsciously knocking.

Shen Ye: "It's the first time, not the last."

Wu Song: "!!!"

"I need a way to eliminate the effects of the drug as much as possible." Shen Ye looked at Wu Song for help, his eyes were as clear as a child's, "Can you help me? I still have people in this world who don't want to make him sad."

Wu Song sobbed a few times without image, and Ning Zhe's experience was still in his heart: "I don't know where he is."

"It's okay," Shen Ye opened another carton of milk, which happened to be his favorite Momoo brand.

"I think of a way. People with disabilities are unresponsive to melamine, and the cumulative effect of the drug is not obvious, but there is still a risk of NSAD infection if the cumulative intake exceeds a certain limit. It can be delayed, but not prevented."

Wu Song turned his gaze to the milk box in Shen Ye's hand: "The chlorate in your body is produced in the blood, not the esophagus and stomach, drinking this won't work..."

Shen Ye: "..."

"It's not that I won't give you a drink... I'm talking about the facts, in theory...you, do you still drink...I'm not reluctant..."

"You're right!" Shen Ye put down the milk, and operated the smart phone to retrieve the information, "Your student Janet, she is also a handicapped person. People with disabilities who lose consciousness or mobility in one body, and who are slow to respond to drugs, should be fine for two steps, right?"