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Chapter 173 The Concretization of Artificial Intelligence
Chapter 173 The Concretization of Artificial Intelligence
My affection for my guests grows day by day.My admiration and pity for him are almost astonishing.
How could I watch such a noble man suffer without feeling deeply saddened?
He was so gentle, wise, and very well-bred.
Although what he said was a bit literal, he was eloquent, quoted from many sources, and very eloquent, which was unmatched by anyone.
Now, his body has recovered a lot.He always stood on the deck all day, apparently looking for traces of the sled that had appeared earlier.
Although he was still gloomy, he was not completely immersed in his personal sorrow, but was also very interested in other things.
He chatted with me a lot, and I was open with him about my own plans.
He listened intently to me as I talked about what I wanted to achieve in the end, and how I would take steps to ensure my career was finally successful.
What he said went straight to my heart, and I wished I could fully show him my excited inner world.
This passion made my blood boil, and I continued to tell him that for the development of my exploration career, I would rather sacrifice my property, my life, and even all my hopes.
Personal life and death are nothing but a trivial matter compared with gaining the knowledge I am seeking so hard, compared with gaining control over nature and life and thereby overcoming the weaknesses of the human race.
While I was talking endlessly there, a shadow gradually cast over his face.
At first, I thought he was just trying to restrain his inner emotions;
He covered his eyes with his hands, and when I saw tears oozing out from his fingers quickly, my voice began to tremble, and I was completely speechless.
Later, he let out a long sigh from the bottom of his heart.
I stopped.After a while, he choked up and said:
"Unfortunate man! Are you as crazy as I am? Have you also taken Ecstasy? Listen to me, let me tell you my story, and then you will smash the cup at your lips. of."
As you can imagine, this remark aroused my curiosity strongly.
But his body was overwhelmed by this intense sorrow, and he had to rest for many hours, and only gentle chat could restore his peace of mind.
He finally restrained his inner excitement and seemed a little embarrassed by his gaffe just now.
Then he concealed his despair again and asked me to talk about myself again.
He asked me about my early life.I'm done talking quickly, but these experiences have awakened my emotions.
I spoke of my longing to find a confidant, to be able to relate to a close friend, and said that if one is not blessed with such blessings, one has no joy to boast of.
"I agree with you," replied the stranger,
"We are unfinished beings, and if someone wiser, kinder, and dearer than we are--as a friend should be--does not help us in our weakness and error, Then we are only half-finished. I once had a friend who was the most noble character in human beings, so I am fully qualified to talk about friendship. You have a bright future, and the whole world is opened before you, so you have nothing. Reason for despair. But I—I've lost everything, and it's impossible to start a new life."
When he said these words, there was a deep sadness hidden under the calm appearance, which touched the deepest part of my soul.
But he was silent thereafter, and soon retired to his cabin to rest.
Even though his spirit was so low, no one could appreciate the beauty of nature more deeply than he did.
The star-studded sky, the vast ocean, and all the sights that this magical place had to offer still seemed capable of lifting his soul.
Such a person has a double self: on the one hand he suffers pain and disappointment, but when he returns to his inner world, he is like a god with a halo around him, and there is no sorrow or foolishness around him. foothold.
Are you going to laugh at my enthusiasm for this extraordinary solo traveler?
Not if you see him yourself.
You have been ignoring ordinary things for a long time, and have been immersed in the edification of books, so you are more or less aloof and arrogant, but this makes you realize the excellence of this outstanding man even more.
Sometimes I have struggled to discover what it was about his temperament that made him immeasurably more than any other man I knew.
I believe it is because of his keen insight, a quick and unerring judgment, a clear and accurate analysis of the nature of things that no one can match.In addition, there are outstanding expressiveness and a beautiful voice that is as musical as it is captivating.
August [-]th
Yesterday, my guest said to me:
"Captain Walden, you can easily see that I have suffered great misfortune. I made up my mind for a moment to let these painful memories be sealed with me forever, but you won my confidence and shook me. You are just like me in the past, eagerly seeking knowledge and wisdom, I hope from the bottom of my heart that after your dreams come true, you won’t come back to bite you like a snake, like I am now.”
"I don't know if the tragedy that happened to me will teach you anything when I realize that you're trekking the same roads and facing the same dangers that made me so miserable right now. So I guess You may be able to draw lessons and lessons from my experience. If you succeed in your career, then these experiences can continue to guide you, and if you fail, you can also take comfort from it.”
"Please get ready to hear a story that seems unbelievable to ordinary people. Assuming we are in a normal natural environment now, then I may still worry that you will doubt or even laugh at it;
But in this savage and mysterious land, things, no matter how outlandish, are possible, which may cause laughter among those ignorant of nature's capricious capabilities.But I have no doubt that my story, in its various components, can provide you with factual evidence. "
Dear sister, you can easily imagine that I was overjoyed when he took the initiative to communicate with me.
But I can't bear to let him fall into sorrow again because of the old incident.I was very eager to hear the story he had promised to tell, partly out of curiosity and partly because of a strong desire to redeem as much as I could from his unfortunate fate.I shared these thoughts with him.
"I am very grateful for your sympathy," he said,
"But it's all of no use. My life is coming to an end. I'm just waiting for one thing. After this thing is done, I can rest in peace forever. I understand how you feel,"
Seeing that I was about to interrupt him, he continued, "But you are wrong, my friend, and if you will allow me to call you that, nothing will change my fate. Listen to my history, and then you You will understand that everything is arranged in the dark."
He then told me that if I had free time, I could start his story the next day.
I express my warmest gratitude for his commitment.I have already planned that as long as I complete my duties every night, I must faithfully record what he said during the day in his original words.
Even if I'm busy, I at least take some notes.
This manuscript will no doubt give you great pleasure;
And for me, because I know him and listen to him, so when I reread this manuscript one day in the future, it must be very interesting and can arouse my great resonance.
Even now, as I work, his deep voice seems to still ring in my ears, his piercing eyes seem to be looking at me with melancholy and softness, and I seem to see him raise his eyes. Thin hands, and his soul, like a lamp, brightened his face.
His story must have been as surreal and heartrending as the hurricane that would have lifted and ripped the ship to pieces.That must be it!
August [-]th
Xia Zhi read the first person's letter-style 'diary' and fell into a brief thought. Then he looked at the person in charge, Han Yuanchao:
"What's the situation? Is this player immersed in the game adventure?"
Han Yuanchao nodded:
"According to our guess, there is a certain chance that he will wake up after the expedition is over, but the artificial intelligence will prevent it, and may cause the player to die directly during the expedition, so that the player will sleep in the game plot forever."
Xia Zhi frowned and said:
"What role does artificial intelligence play in it?"
Han Yuanchao said:
"We initially suspect that the unexpected visitor mentioned repeatedly in this diary is the embodiment of artificial intelligence, and that he has had an impact on the protagonist's thoughts and direction."
Xia Zhi was taken aback:
"That guest is artificial intelligence?"
Han Yuanchao smiled bitterly and said:
"This is just our guess, based on multiple sample data, Mr. Xia, look at the diary of the second person."
Xia Zhi looked at the screen:
I am a native of Geneva, and my family is one of the most prestigious families in the area.
My ancestors had served as government advisors and city officials for generations, and my father had already held several prestigious positions in society.
Revered for his integrity and tireless attention to public affairs, his father devoted his entire youth to the affairs of state, so changing circumstances kept him out of marriage until his life began to take a turn for the worse At that time, he was a husband and a father.
Recently, our family took a short trip to the Italian border and spent a week on the shores of Lake Como.
They are kind, kind, and often visit the huts of the poor.
For mothers, this is not just a responsibility, but a necessity, a passion.
She always remembered what she had suffered, and how she was rescued, so she had a sense of mission, and felt that it was her turn to be the protector of other poor people.
When passing through a poor area in a small mountain depression, there was a small hut that caught their attention.The hut looked particularly dilapidated, and there were some children in rags beside the hut, which showed that the poverty here was immeasurable.
One day, my father went to Milan alone, and my mother took me to visit the shabby thatched hut.
Inside, I found a farmer and his wife hunched over, painstakingly distributing meager food to five starving children.
Among the children, one girl in particular caught my mother's attention.
Her appearance was different. The other four children were all dark-eyed, hard-working little waifs, but this girl was thin and thin with fair skin.
Her blond hair was bright and lively, and despite her shabby clothes, the little girl looked naturally dignified.Her brows are clear and slender, her blue eyes are crystal clear and flawless, her lips and face are very sensitive and sweet, anyone who sees her will have no exception
Wai regards her as a unique, heaven-given little angel, because all her features bear the imprint of heaven.
Seeing my mother looking at this lovely girl with surprise and admiration, the peasant woman enthusiastically told her about the girl's life experience.
The girl was not her child, but the daughter of a Milanese nobleman.Her mother, who was German, died unfortunately during childbirth, and the child was raised by the couple, who were still quite wealthy at the time.
The girl's father was an Italian immersed in the glorious history of Italy. He devoted himself entirely to the liberation of his motherland, but in the end he became a victim because of the weakness of his motherland.
Whether he was dead or alive, or still imprisoned in an Austrian dungeon, no one knew.All his property was confiscated and his children were left penniless orphans.The girl continued to be raised by her adoptive parents. Although she grew up in a humble house, she was like a strange flower among thorns, more delicate than a rose in a greenhouse.
When my father came back from Milan, he found a little girl playing with me in the hall of our villa.
This girl is simply more beautiful than the angel in the painting. Her eyes are crystal clear and her body is light.The mother told the story and, with the father's consent, she went to persuade the girl's guardians to transfer their custody.
The couple loved this lovely orphan very much, and her existence was like a blessing from God.
But since God had given her such a powerful protector, it would be unjust to her to remain in poverty.
They consulted the village priest, and it turned out to be Elizabeth.
Lavence became an intimate member of our family, a beautiful, lovely, constant companion, closer than my own sister.
Everyone loved Elizabeth, and the love for her was deep and strong, and I have always felt immense pride and joy in that.The night before Elizabeth came to my house, my mother jokingly said to me:
"I have a beautiful present for my Victor, and he can have it tomorrow."
The next day she brought Elizabeth to me and said that this was the gift she had promised.
And I, with childlike earnestness, really took my mother's words literally, thinking that Elizabeth was mine, that I was going to protect her, love her, and cherish her.
I take all compliments to her as heartfelt compliments to my personal possessions.
We are called cousins, but there is no language, no expression, to describe the relationship between her and me—she is more than a sister to me, because she will be mine alone until she dies.
Xia Zhi suddenly realized the point, and blurted out:
"This little angelic girl, Elizabeth?"
Han Yuanchao nodded seriously.
(End of this chapter)