Artificial Intelligence and Human Intellectual Disability

The Christmas parade team and the anti-psychic power organization met in the cramped streets of C7 area. The sound of drums and slogans collided together, mixed with rude scolding and whistle of police whistle.

Christmas Day, December 12, is also the day when the Hem case will be in court.

After breakfast, Hemu was taken to the waiting area by the prison guards, where she would change into her own clothes and be sent to the district court by a special escort vehicle for trial.

The short half-month life in detention has changed a lot for Hemu. Her expression is sluggish, her whole face seems to be grayed out and swollen by the tears in her eyes, and the clothes she wore before are loose. two laps.

Hemu's movements were sluggish, and the impending sentencing obviously couldn't ignite any hope in her, and everyone hated them, ordinary people and disabled people alike.

The fact that she used psychic powers on Judd and Princeton is a sure thing, she's an exposed oddity, she can't be saved—

There is a small light screen on the wall of the waiting area, which is used to broadcast star news.

Hemu's eyes were drawn to it. There were streets and houses she was familiar with, but it was crowded with strange people.

The camera advances to the depths of the alley, and Hemu grabs the hem of his clothes and moves along with the screen.

She prayed that the camera would not stop, and that the photographer would not be blocked by the crowd. It would be soon, and if she walked in a little more, she would be home.

On the light screen, there was only the picture but no sound, but Hemu seemed to hear fanatical yelling. People kept stretching their heads, swearing obscenities or making obscene gestures at the camera.

They're denouncing her, witch!Bitch!Dirty embryo!Dead change/state!Even if she never hurt a hair of those people.

He Mu didn't care about these things, she was in a hurry to go home, someone at home was waiting for her.

If she couldn't go back in the future, she hoped that this camera could take her back for a while. She knew that Tang must be there, he had always been there.

Finally, their hut appeared in front of the camera, the windows were broken, the door panels and walls were covered with paint, the content was just what those people just shouted, and some were dirtier than that.

Probably because of the attention of the camera, the chaos in front of the house escalated in an instant, and stones slammed on the door.

Don would be afraid, Hemu thought, he had always been a cautious person, and he didn't want to provoke even the slightest dislike from others.

Now because of himself, Tang did not know how much malice he had endured that did not belong to him.

Originally, Hemu expected to see Tang, even from a distance.

Now she was praying desperately, and if the Holy Spirit came, she begged him to let the machine leave her house as soon as possible, as far away as possible.

However, the Holy Spirit seemed to like to joke with her very much. The moment the prayer was finished silently, the door was opened, and Tang came out in a wheelchair, facing the news camera for the first time.

This turning point also surprised the onlookers present. For a moment, the back alley was as quiet as a VIP auditorium, only whispering and the soft sound of falling stones.

The commentator Park In-jae held a microphone and spoke at the side, but the cameraman seemed reluctant to give him too many shots, and still focused on Luanke Tang.

The disabled man who adopted Hemu, the story between them is too many people want to know, and even argue endlessly for the wonderful version that each of them made up in their brains.

Don, Hemu's tears flowed down.

In the picture, the microphone was sent to Tang, but he didn't speak, so the commentator had to take it back and continue talking.

Tang looked at the camera, his blue eyes were calm and gentle, he smiled suddenly, showing his crooked teeth, he raised his hands, holding two things in his hands, a red woolen hat and a red scarf.

It was the Christmas present that Don had promised Hem, and he had done it, and he was showing Hem her present, and he was very happy every time he gave her a present.

Hem laughed too, tears running down her cheeks, but she was really happy to receive the gift.

These days, no one in the detention center dared to look at her. They kept her in solitary confinement, and no one spoke to her except to deliver food and try to hide from her.

Only Tang, he was never afraid to look into her eyes, just like now, they looked at each other across the screen, even across time and space.

If it's still possible to go home, Hemu thought, I'll do whatever it takes.

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The front of the District Court was already crowded with news vans, many of which still had the logo of Earls' headquarters. After all, this was big news, and it couldn't be overstated.

Shen Ye arrived on time according to the notification time. He specially changed into a suit, black, with a pure white shirt, and an unknotted tie in order to testify.The unbuttoned shirt collar made him look less rigid, and his clean face and fluffy black hair were also very attractive. Moreover, instead of riding a motorcycle this morning, he hailed a taxi.

Shen Ye walked through the crowd, swiped his pass and accepted the security check. No one paid special attention to him. When he was an ordinary worker, it was a real sense of security to silently blend into the crowd.

In order to avoid being misled by other evidence and witnesses, witnesses from both the prosecution and the defense were not allowed to attend the trial, and Shen Ye was taken to the lounge opposite the court to wait.

District C Court arranged the largest courtroom for the Hemu case, and the passers-by who applied to observe still filled up all the seats.

This is the first public trial of a person with psychic powers after the revision of the criminal law since the alliance was established more than a hundred years ago. It will replace all previous secret disposals and serve as a milestone for similar cases in the future.

As for whether the stele can stand upright, or which side it is tilted to, it is hard to say.After all, the forces pushing it to the left are enormous and overwhelming.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the trial officially began.

The presiding judge Liu Li is an Asian female with normal mental ability; there is only one mentally handicapped person in the 21-member jury; so they hired a mentally handicapped person as a professional witness, probably out of balance consider.

When the gavel fell, the prosecutor Tomi Lucky stated the facts of the case and explained the charges and basis of the suspect's charges.

This Prosecutor Lucky had played a supporting role before, and no one probably noticed him. Yes, he was the witness who accompanied Prosecutor Princeteen to interrogate Hemu at the scene of the large-scale accident.

Because of this, Princetin, who was the victim, was no longer suitable for the role of the prosecutor of the Hem case, and Mr. Lucky was fortunate to fill the vacancy and become the chief prosecutor.

This Mr. Chief Prosecutor has a condensed and capable figure, a little bald, with large eyes but very symmetrical upper and lower eyelids, inexplicably reminiscent of reptiles.

His voice was high-pitched, and the sound was broken when he was excited, like gravel scratching the eardrums. Half an hour later, nails grew on everyone's seats.

The majestic female judge slightly lowered her eyelids, showing enough patience for the prosecution's procrastination.

The circumstances of the Hemu case are not complicated, and the crimes are not extremely vicious, but it is a big stage for the prosecutor. As long as he makes the suspect Hemu be convicted logically under the support of public opinion, he can become famous.

And this is almost without a doubt the ending.

On the other hand, the defense lawyer sitting on the other side was more distressing. This unlucky job fell on his head, which was like being hit in the face by bird droppings when he went out.

Adam Bruno, so it said on his name tag, was rubbing his face like he was having a toothache, as if he couldn't wipe off the splash of bird shit, or he was afraid that he would fall asleep listening to it.

Hemu, who was sitting in the dock, stared at Mr. Bruno for a while, then lowered his eyes in disappointment.

He's the unlucky guy who was forced in by legal aid. Hemu doesn't have the money to hire a better lawyer. Maybe even if she had money, she wouldn't be able to hire someone. This is a win-lose role, and no one wants to find shit.

If he lost the case, he deserved it. If he won, it would be wrong for anyone who helped a witch to get away with it, just like Don.

Hemu expressed deep apology for Bruno's hapless bastard in advance, even if he hangs up the phone and talks nonsense later, she can understand.

Prosecutor Le Qi finally concluded his 67-minute indictment impassionedly. Looking around the auditorium, the expected intense applause turned into yawns from the crowd.

The audience visibly became agitated, and the humming and whispering sounded like a swarm of bees approaching and getting bigger and bigger. They seemed to be itching terribly, and they didn't scratch the sore spot after being scratched by the prosecutor.

"Silence!" The judge lowered his gavel, "Let the defense lawyer answer the prosecutor's allegations."

Mr. Bruno pulled himself up from the chair in a posture that inevitably made people suspect that he was stretching himself under the baggy lawyer's robe.

Contrary to his sloppy posture, the man has a face as sharp and chiseled as a chisel, with a slightly darker complexion, and even the casually grown beard looks rough and unruly.

He cleared his throat like a cowboy on the wrong set, with half a page of paper in his hand, as if waking up.

"Everyone, first of all, for the prosecutor, I will summarize the three charges against my client, Hem Soragoncha."

The clerk took notes like flying fish for dry goods, and the prosecutor's face was a little green.

"First, the illegal use of mental power against Judd Smith to seek improper benefits. Second, the illegal use of mental power against Judd Smith to instigate a crime. Third, the illegal use of mental power against Princetin and the attempted escape." Bruno turned to the prosecutor's seat Smiling at Mr. Lucky, "I haven't missed anything, have I?"

The prosecutor's face turned completely green, and his lips moved without making a sound.

Bruno: "That's no. Very well, here's my defense. Number one, yes."

There was an uproar in the auditorium, and even the members of the jury began to whisper to each other. Unexpectedly, the defender didn't even bother to pretend, and directly pleaded guilty, which is not enough.

The wonderful plot should be that the prosecutor is righteous and strict, the defender desperately denies it, the prosecutor makes frequent moves, the defender is powerless to parry, and finally, under the justice calls of the jury and the auditorium, the prosecution kills the defense and works together to beat the dog in the water. In court and out of the court, the audience was thrilled.

Judge strikes gavel a third time: "Does the defense plead guilty? Does the suspect plead guilty?"

Bruno restrained his casualness just now, as if it was just a trick to help everyone refresh, he leaned over and bowed to the judge: "Your Honor, the jury, Hem Solagoncha denies all criminal charges. After all, she used mental power The benefits obtained are only a few unsold bread cakes after closing, which is equivalent to about 200 union currency, which does not meet the profit standard of fraud or theft cases. Therefore, my defense opinion is: not guilty.”