Artificial Intelligence and Human Intellectual Disability

In an ordinary meeting room of the police station in District C, Zazazakura raised her hands and brushed her hair, which had been neatly arranged by her ears, with faded silver gray indistinctly.

This was the sixth day that Pu Xier surrendered herself to the police, and the neuron spectrum test results had confirmed her identity as a person with special psychic powers.

It was a secret the mother and daughter had kept for five years, pledging that it would never see the light of day.

Zazazakura raised her head and looked at the projected clock on the wall for countless times, the light dots flickered slowly for a few seconds, and her heart rate had already doubled.

Today is the day when mother and daughter meet. It seems that it has been a long time since the last time we parted, and we will have to wait a long time for the next goodbye.

Her daughter is suspected of murdering her husband. This unbelievable plot is actually a play in her life script.

But on the first day of the new year, when her daughter confessed everything to her in the corridor outside the emergency room, Zazazakura did not show much shock and panic, just like the exquisite cake she had been holding for a long time was knocked over, she knew it must be The creamed side touches the ground.

Bad things happen, it must be my fault.

The self-blame process in Zaozaura's instinct runs automatically, and she is always used to finding the reason from herself before encountering a problem.

For example, when I was a child, my mother’s poor sleep was the fault of her fever at night, there were traces of revisions in her homework because she was not serious enough in writing, and the hole in her pants was also because she walked carelessly...

People prefer to see things that are perfect, and Zaozao knows that she is not. Her life is embedded with the big bug of mental disorder, and she needs to use more smiles to cover it up.

She is a spiritual vanity, trying to piece together a perfect life in the eyes of her parents, a capable husband, a pair of well-behaved and sensible children, and a decent house, although there is no feeling of home there.

Every time I video chat with Earls' parents, Zazakura is like performing a stage play that cannot be repeated without rehearsal.

She tried to make them happy, reassuring and proud of her.

The moment she cut off the communication, she often felt relieved, and this sense of relief aggravated her guilt, trapping her in the whirlpool of hypocrisy and unable to extricate herself.

Zazazakura hates hypocritical performances. She doesn't want her children to reproduce her own burdens, so she tries to avoid all the thunder points she stepped on when raising her children.

She allows children to express their sadness, allows them to make mistakes, and encourages them to talk to themselves. She wants her daughter to know that there is nothing shameful about hugging and crying with her mother, and she wants her son to understand that it is not a fatal mistake to mess up the kindergarten display. .

But I was still wrong.Zaozaura thought desperately that it must be her fault for her daughter to do such a thing.

She is like a drug addict/gentleman desperately persuading others to cherish life and stay away from drugs/drugs, which is an unconvincing negative teaching material.

Therefore, Zazazakura decided to make up for her mistakes by pleading guilty instead of her daughter, or in other words, it is reasonable for her to bear the price of her daughter's mistakes instead.

The door of the meeting room finally rang, and it was pushed open from the outside, Zazazakura's knees snapped straight almost at the same time, supporting her precarious body.

Pu Xi'er bowed to the police officer who escorted her, the other party stood still and let her walk into the meeting room alone.

She turned her head to meet her mother's gaze, and the tears overflowing her eyes were crushed by her smile and flowed wantonly along her cheeks.

Zaozakura walked over and gave her daughter a big hug, as if hugging her 14-year-old self.

The words she had prepared in her heart before, apologetic, exhorting, comforting... were all finished by this hug, and they understood each other as if they understood themselves.

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting." Pu Xi'er pointed to her eye socket which was marked by the goggles, "I asked them to help me take it off, it was a bit of a waste of time, and I don't need to wear it when I transfer to the correctional school." ..."

She gently stroked the bruise on her mother's brow bone, pouted and blew: "Is mom still in pain?"

Zazakura smiled like tears and slowly shook her head.

"I just want my mother to be happy, but I used the wrong method, I'm sorry!" Pu Xi'er has grown taller than her mother, and this posture is more like she is supporting her mother, "I love you very much, are you Best mom in the world, thank you for bringing me into this world."

Zazazakura seems to only be able to cry and shake her head.

"Mom, you are right. Dr. Shen is a good man. With his help, the police re-do the on-site restoration. Otherwise, it would not be discovered that the father fell because of suffocation. Dr. Shen also took care of him while you were not at home. I have a lot with Seiji, so I won't worry about you and my brother, he will definitely help me take care of you."

"His AI robot is very handsome, I will study hard in the correctional school, and I will buy the same model when I earn money in the future."

"Mom, don't worry about me. I just changed places to study. I don't even have to worry about finding a job in the future. If I pass the exam, I will go directly to Earls' Saint Le Face Institute to work."

"You may not know that I don't hate the identity of a special person. Any ability has a meaning of existence. The influence of mental power can treat many neurological and psychological diseases. I will also engage in such work in the future."

"Like Mama Hess Tia, like Mrs. Summitt..."

Zazazakura raised her hand to cover her daughter's lips, her eyes showed horror, as if the name she just pronounced was some kind of evil forbidden language.

Pu Xi'er fearlessly removed her mother's palm, and nodded her head slightly but forcefully: "Mom wants to leave, right? I know you will leave sooner or later, I just try my best to make that day come later— —”

The consultation post in the same situation on the emotional forum was posted by her registered vest. After secretly recording the truth many times with a learning machine, Pu Xier also discovered the education fund account opened by her mother for her and her younger brother.

Mom is really about to leave, Pu Xi'er is in a panic, the one who should leave this family is not her mother!So, she wanted to kill her father.

"Yes," Zazazakura finally said, stroking her daughter's neat hair, "I've thought about it countless times, but every time I don't go away alone, I will bring the two of you with me, no one is missing."

Pu Xi'er smiled in relief, she hadn't been so happy for a long time: "Mom, thank you."

"I'm sorry," Zazazakura said, "I shouldn't always treat you as a child, and I will discuss things with you in the future. What do you think I will bring Zheng Er back to Earls after the matter is over? We Still on the same land, it is said that the correctional school has meeting days every month."

Pu Xier nodded: "Then let's decide like this!"

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During the period when Shen Ye was recovering from his injuries at home, apart from the sweetness of going off with Bai Yangnian, he buried himself in the basement to play with those drops, powders, bottles, tubes, cups and jars.

If it weren't for the inconvenience of going down the stairs with an ordinary wheelchair, he would have been able to get the job done with the standard equipment of Dr. Geek.

"What kind of magic medicine is this invented? Maybe our Dean Shen is going to conquer Parkinson's and cure depression?" Bai Yang still kept the rules and did not set foot in Shen Ye's territory, and only picked him up at the door.

Shen Ye could actually walk slowly while leaning on the railing, but he still showed weakness and begged for a hug. As soon as he got close, he hung it on Bai Yang's neck: "Medicines are not all for curing diseases and saving lives, but also for causing fatal diseases!"

He shook a transparent syringe with a pressure-sensitive needle to Bai Yang's eyes, which contained about 5ml of a clear green solution.

Bai Yang pretended to be afraid: "Yo! Heartbroken grass is still a green hat spirit, so it was specially prepared for me, right?"

"You are not a qualified animal experiment subject," Shen Ye pinched the back of Bai Yang's neck, feeling the metal cervical spine inside, not to mention 5ml, his big hard and thick nerves may not be able to smooth out even if they are removed and soaked in a bathtub a bit.

But Bai Yang reminded him of something, Shen Ye: "Go to the orphanage in the afternoon, I almost forgot about taking over."

Although Shen Ye felt that the group of brats there were making a fuss, no one could harm him, the worst thing was to break his leg again, and his life was still safe.

"No, I must be with you!" Bai Yang's delusion of being persecuted is not too much, and he is more active in patrolling before going to bed every day than Woolf. bathroom!

It is inconvenient to show his face but he wants to stand under the spotlight. Shen Ye has no choice but to think of a way to be dark under the light. He plans to use Nuka's pile of junk to disguise Bai Yang, pretending to be a clown or something, which is also useful for coaxing children superior.

Bai Yang put a silver mask on his face and laughed at Shen Ye: "Little friend, you haven't followed anime, have you? Clowns are outdated a long time ago, and they can only comeo as villains in thrillers. Even I was a fan of X-Men when I was young." …Professor Cha and Magneto’s CP get to know each other, it’s the enlightenment of love…”

Shen Ye searched the entries guiltily, and said to himself, no wonder you were deceived by Enlightenment.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, a special guest appeared in the activity hall of the Chunhui Welfare Institute, a very popular guest, who was giving gifts to the children with his hands that could glow, ignite, and sing. The bastard who tried to steal the mask behind his back took it off to show his "infinite power" and "omnipotence".

Dean Shen, who had suffered a cold reception, finished handling the symbolic affairs and was reduced to watching from the sidelines. At the beginning, Tia's mother really misplaced this guy, so she just airdropped him to the orphanage and let him take care of the child!

"Shen Ye's kid is jealous." Bai Yang finally gave out all the gifts and met all the display needs, so he was free to sit back by Shen Ye's side.

Flipping his fingers, he projected a string of little peach hearts, and lined up to drill into Shen Ye's heart: "It's specially reserved for you, it's unique."

Shen Ye hastily slapped his hands to disrupt the "Unique" of Shaoshuo No. 30, and lost Bai Yang's "don't make trouble" look. He put the dean's small shelf firmly, and looked at the room full of lively cub.

The child is not only mentally handicapped, but also a little bit smart.Bai Yang looked at him happily, and he was not ashamed to pester others when there were no outsiders at home, but he would blush when he went out to tease.

The two were enjoying the family happiness with the baby around their knees. From time to time, they ran over for a hug or gave a paper airplane half-drawn walnut shell in return.

Shen Ye let go of his eyes, but he caught a little sloppy ghost hiding in the corner of the corridor. The child looked to be seven or eight years old, not short, but thin, wearing a loose sportswear Hanging, cuffs stained.

One eye of the boy protruded from the corner, and he stared aggressively at the several big boys who were jostling around in the sofa chair for candy, and finally chose the darkest, fatst and strongest one.

He approached them quietly, not slow but as silent as a shadow, holding a rough stitched puppet in his hand. The puppet was missing an arm, and the cut was very flat, as if it had been deliberately cut with scissors. cut out.

Shen Ye's thoughts were slowed down by the chaotic familiarity in his mind, and the picture in front of him seemed to have happened before, no matter the composition or perspective.

Then he was startled suddenly, and at some point the subconscious strings snapped, almost shaking his whole body like an electrode.

The boy carrying the puppet had already walked up to the fat boy, staring at him with dark eyes.

After a while, under the incomprehensible gaze of his partners, the fat boy suddenly ran to the shelf in the activity area, picked up a pair of steel scissors for handicrafts, and poked it at his own wrist——