Artificial Intelligence and Human Intellectual Disability

He is begging for comfort...

Baxter's heart suddenly softened, and a piece was sunken inward, not too big or too small to fit Shen Ye's shrunken body.

"It's open, baby."

Baxter lifted the quilt and lay beside Shen Ye on his side, holding him in his arms, warming him with his hot body, waiting for him to calm down slowly in his chest.

Shen Ye approached without hesitation, and pressed his face against his chest. This familiar body finally had a heartbeat, alive and powerful, as fast as a running bull.

"I will wake up, don't worry...my dad, I will definitely..."

Is this comforting him?Baisite is not a fragile robot, he was thinking about how to coax him back, when he heard Shen Ye say: "Bai Yang, your heart is beating."

"Imitation, imitation..." Shen Ye was so weak that he had to stop to breathe after saying a few words.

This time, Baxter's heartbeat was completely missed. The first reaction was what Mother Tia or Sheriff Kane had said to him, otherwise his performance these days couldn't be so indifferent, so he smoothed it out for him: "Well , so simulated that professional doctors can’t tell the authenticity, I know what you want to say. Don’t forget, 300 million is enough for you to drink moomoo fresh milk and eat nutrition cream until you are two hundred years old, and you can even change a set in Yahua City Small apartment."

"But now why do I feel that you are not very professional, Dr. Shen." Bai Yang rubbed his right hand along his back, which was covered with electrodes just now, as if his palm was also carrying electric current, every time Shen Ye's body went back and forth Then trembled. "Electrify yourself? In our place, this is something that only shoe teachers can do, or it is used to mobilize/educate disobedient Internet addicted teenagers."

"It can also correct homosexuality," Shen Ye trembled, milky and soft, "It's all a lie, do you believe it?"

Bai Yang said: "I hope it can't." "Are you feeling better?"

"I'm in pain." There was a sound of water in Shen Ye's breath, he hugged his shoulders and cried, "Bai Yang, I'm in pain."

Bai Yang hugged him tightly: "I know, don't be afraid, I'll be with you, and the pain will gradually stop, do you want me to be with you?"

He felt Shen Ye nodding in his arms.

Shen Ye fell into a drowsy sleep, breathing long and steadily.Bai Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He hardly closed his eyes for the past two days preparing to appear in court. He was afraid that he would have to prepare a thousand sentences in private if he would say ten sentences in court. Shen Ye was already afraid of speaking in front of strangers.

This is somewhat similar to Bai Xingxing, but the two are not the same after all.

Bai Xingxing was afraid that he could keep his mouth shut and not say a word, he didn't have to consider the consequences beyond his ability and cognition; but Shen Ye had to force himself to raise his head and face it, and put in a hundredfold effort to make up for the shortcomings and do things well.

Back then, the dead boy from the neighbor's house sighed to Bai Xingxing, "Mentally handicapped children are so much fun", and he even beat him up. Now that I think about it, what that idiot said was right.

When Shen Ye fell asleep, Bai Yang steered Dean Shen's smart car to the side door of the hospital and waited. He wrapped Shen Ye tightly in a cold-proof robe and carried him all the way downstairs, with the hood covering his entire face.

The address of Shen Ye's home was not saved in the navigation of the smart car, so Bai Yang had to re-enter it, hesitating whether to help put in the destination option, it seems that this father doesn't visit his son's house very often.

The journey was smooth, and there was heating in the car. After sending them home, Bai Yang set the return procedure, carried Shen Ye into the house and went straight to the second floor.

Wulf saw that Shen Ye went out neatly and neatly, but unconsciously, he was hugged back sideways, circling around the two of them uneasily, with a grunt in his throat, and followed all the way upstairs.

Bai Yang looked around, but couldn't find a suitable place for unloading.Woolf ran over and opened the door of the cupboard where Shen Ye slept, and squatted aside like a stone lion.

"Drag out the quilt." You can't stuff people in to sleep, and it's not convenient to take a look at it, so Bai Yang pouted at Woolf.

Woolf dragged the quilt to the floor by the corner, placed it obsessively in the middle of the room, probably directly above his kennel, and burrowed in to grab the pillow out.

Bai Yang squeezed the quilt: "It's too thin, do you have another quilt?" No, he can only cover him with a cold-proof robe.

Woolf ran over again and opened the bottom cabinet next to it. There were several new quilts there, probably because the size was too normal, so they had been idle.

Now it's all right, Bai Yang picked up two thick quilts and spread them on the floor, the size of a double bed, and then moved Shen Ye onto them, covering them tightly with a big quilt.

"Good boy!" Bai Yang rubbed Woolf's dog's head, thanks to someone in the family who understands things so well.

Wulf didn't leave either, and stood by Shen Ye's side. When he saw him move, he leaned over and gently rubbed the side of his face with the tip of his nose. No matter how he looked at it, he looked more like his own father.

Bai Yang put his hips on his hips and scanned the books around him.

One day, he was so busy that he scanned the spines of Shen Ye's paper books and created a search catalog for the convenience of sorting out. Some of them in his impression were about "neuron disorders".

He called up the data, and quickly found the place where it was placed. It was an easy-to-access location, just above Shen Ye's sleeping cabinet.

Bai Yang took out a few books and sat on the side to read them slowly. He couldn't tell what the purpose was. In short, no matter how much he studied, he couldn't understand better than Shen Ye. He just wanted to know more.

Neuron disorder is a rare disease with an extremely low incidence rate, which was discovered and named by the medical community nearly half a century ago.

As a result, there are very few academic works on this aspect. More than half of Shen Ye's inventory is his own notes, some of which record the detailed medical history of himself and the patients he has contacted, and some of which are his exploration of the treatment and thinking about the cause of this disease.

Different from the previous cranial or autonomic disorders caused by excessive emotions, patients with neuronal disorders mainly show abnormalities in the neurotransmission mechanism, that is, the information received by the sensory limbs cannot be accurately fed back to the brain, or the instructions issued by the brain are in the brain. The delivery process is heavily aliased, causing the sensory limbs to execute completely wrong commands.

What is puzzling is that although the disease mechanism is the same, the performance of the patients is very different. Some have intermittent attacks, some have slow progress, and some die soon after the onset.

Bai Yang turned to Shen Ye's own notebook, carefully reading each line.

Patient: Shen Ye; Disease duration: 9 years and 10 months

Less than ten years?Bai Yang frowned. This was not the same as what Dean Shen told him about the onset at the age of seven or eight. It might be a matter of recording time, or it might not be important information for Shen Ye.

Symptoms: limb stiffness, spasm, convulsions, accompanied by disturbance of consciousness, hallucinations; intermittent seizures, increasing year by year...

On January 116, 1, the cake suddenly fell to the ground, his hands couldn’t move anymore, like two stiff wooden sticks stuck on his body, and he lost feeling in his feet. He still walked back to the living room, and everyone was waiting.I was terrified.

On March 116, 3, wouldn't it hurt to roast one's own fingers?Like burning something completely lifeless.Meranda was screaming.The closet is so full that there is nowhere to go.

116/7/27, that really worked, so much fun, but dizzy, slept for 20 hours, woke up to rain, we all laughed. ps. It costs 199 yuan to drink up the whole carton of milk, which is so expensive!

On February 117, 2, the hallucinations were horrible, I felt it, I yelled until my voice became hoarse, how can I wake up quickly, the lack of strength is frustrating, someone was injured and bled a lot, but it doesn't matter.Also, adults found out, and they said they would help us.

On December 118, 12, it was said that the Evening Star would be destroyed tomorrow. This is probably not true, which is a pity.People who are afraid of pain are cowards!In ancient times, Ling Chi probably used this kind of pain method?I'm dying……

January 119, 1, it really is a lie!This time lasted for a long time, half a month, it was worth it.No more shocks, never again.

120/7/27 Another year later, the pain is adaptable.Immersive nightmare, will it go crazy if it goes on like this?Death is not the scariest thing.

On July 121, 7, it is very difficult to maintain faith and hope. Sometimes everyone is silent, but I still don't want to give up!The longest record is 27 days!Learned to swim, secretly.

……

This paragraph is not so much a medical record, it is more like a diary, only one or two days a year is selected, and more of the mood is recorded.

Bai Yang felt a little strange, almost all the sentences omitted the subject, regardless of whether the logic was smooth or not, like a child's writing style, the expression was clumsy, maybe it was a secret language that only the recorder could understand.

Moreover, the record stopped only in 125 years, and there was no further writing later, so it seems to be in line with 9 years and 10 months.

Following is the key point, Bai Yang slid his fingertips to that line:

Electric shock therapy is effective (safety☆☆☆☆comfort☆-100☆)

Gene transplantation is effective (safety☆☆comfort☆☆☆☆☆bullshit!)

XX treatment is effective (safety☆☆☆☆☆comfort☆☆☆☆☆sleepy, hungry)

Bai Yang was amused by Shen Ye's comment, and his expression froze on XX again. What kind of ulterior therapy does this represent?Since safety and comfort are balanced, why not use it?Scarcity of resources or illegal and anti-ethical?

He was confused, his eyes were full of "pain" and "fear", which made his heart ache and shudder along with his heart.

There are other medical records in the back, which are quite serious, but Bai Yang couldn't read it anymore, he put the book away, and went to sit by Shen Ye's couch.

Bai Yang touched Shen Ye's forehead with his left hand, and the green light on the back of his hand showed his body temperature, which was 37.9°C, a low-grade fever.He switched his right hand to touch his cheek again, the skin was smooth, and the slightly hot touch was like boiled egg white.

Shen Ye opened his eyes in a daze, saw the familiar scenery in the faint light, people and dogs were also there, knew that he was home, and fell asleep with peace of mind.

Such a soft and warm quilt would trap a person firmly, but he didn't have the strength to struggle out, so he resigned himself to his fate for a rare time.

Bai Yang went downstairs to cook in the kitchen, Shen Ye hadn't eaten all day, and suffered such a serious crime, this problem can only be solved by delicious food.

The raw beef costs 29 yuan, and the account balance does not allow him to indulge, so he can only buy a small piece of delicate, cut into extremely thin slices before thawing, boil it in the boiling broth, and serve it with vegetables and Flammulina velutipes, poured on basmati rice to make hot rice, and finally fried a double-sided golden egg cap.

Bai Yang brought the meal upstairs, thinking of waking Shen Ye up when it was a little cooler, and let him eat some before continuing to sleep, not wanting that Shen Ye had already woken up.

He opened his eyes but didn't get up, lying on his side under the quilt with an arm around Woolf, one person and one dog looked at each other.

Bai Yang felt that if it wasn't that Shen Ye was stunned by the electric shock, it was that Woolf was going to become a genius.

The aroma of food wafted over people, and Shen Ye felt empty inside his body. He was like a wounded man who had been beaten violently. There were no fatal injuries but pain everywhere. His whole body seemed to be falling apart and put back together When I woke up, the joints still had some poor contact.

Bai Yang put the pillow behind him and helped him to sit up: "Christmas is not over yet, even if there is only half an hour left, it is enough to have a big meal."

Shen Ye looked at the affordable Christmas dinner, and turned his eyes to Bai Yang: "I don't have the strength now, maybe I can't handle that bowl." He licked his dry lips, and then blinked innocently.

"Indeed, this spoon is not light!" Bai Yang deserved to be like that, holding the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other, scooping up the soup and rice and bringing it to Shen Ye's mouth, "Multifunctional AI housekeeper, you are wise The choice! If you can’t buy 300 million yuan, you will suffer a loss, and you won’t be fooled if you buy it..."

Before he was finished, Woolf snorted and dragged his small patchwork picnic mat upstairs, and spread the mat on the side of Shen Ye's quilt impartially.