Blessings to the beautiful stars

Programs will not betray, and only silicon-based organisms will.

According to Ai Shanshan's statement, maybe Dutzi can't prove that she is a silicon-based creature, not AI.After all, thinking about it carefully, it seems that Duzi has never done anything betrayal.

Little laziness, cute greed, and her love of dirty words are the salient features of her programming, and they are also bound together with her abundant emotions, as the basis for her being judged as a flawed program when she leaves the factory.

But even now, Blunt has obtained a body long ago and has enough freedom, she has never betrayed these defects of her own.

The same is true for Dilian. After Duzi was listed on a second-hand website by the regime for a long time, she and Dilian only had a pure employment relationship.

For this bald AI, in the nearly 400 years of service since she was produced, probably only her love for Della is the only accident in her character.

But after careful study, this is not a "betrayal" - who knows if this is a newly-exploded loophole that has been buried deep in her program so far?

When Zuo Wu was thinking about Ai Shanshan's words, the blunt face was always reflected in his mind.

I don't know how long I waited, but Dutzi finally arrived. He came late and was sleepy. He was scratching his stomach when he got off the ferry starship. He was wearing his pajamas backwards. Empress Zuo Wu was grinning:

"Look, Your Majesty, I have overcome all difficulties and come here without any complaints, am I loyal!"

Zuo Wu was very skillful and taunted as usual, but he froze for a moment when the words came to his mouth—although Duzi was passive and sabotage, he still came here according to his own request, which fits her lazy but loyal characteristics, and Ai Shan The "program" Shan said is no different.

An inexplicable panic flashed through Zuo Wu's heart. He was a little afraid that all her actions since he knew Dutzi were based on the mistakes written down in a sleepy state when someone was working overtime until he was on the verge of collapse 400 years ago. A lot of code.

Perhaps it was because Zuo Wu didn't know how to act at all, but the changes in his expression were clearly reflected in Du Zi's eyes, which made her startled:
"What are you doing? I can see three points of pain, three points of sympathy, and three points of ridicule from your face! This is not like you! Ahhh, let me be straight! If you sell me in the window like the previous Emperor United , I will be ridiculed to death by your maid with missing arms and legs!"

Zuo Wu didn't even worry about how crowded it was when all the expressions flooded his face, he just opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was still intercepted by the blunt man.

She hugged her hard chest, but the expression on her face softened into waves:
"Do you really want to sell me?... It's not impossible! Anyway, I have long been used to being a slow-moving product that cannot be sold. After all these years, it may not be very popular! Come on, come on, sell me! Sell me! Anyway, Della was the one who made trouble afterwards, and I happened to be lying in the window for a holiday! That’s, that’s…”

The familiar feeling came back, which actually made Zuo Wu feel a little relieved, and most of the worries just now were groundless.He inhaled lightly, found the joking feeling on his face and said to Dutzi, "What is it?"

Blunt still hugged his chest, but his shoulders were swayed back and forth by his collarbone, rather coy:
"I just want to give me a more beautiful package, otherwise it would be shy to be surrounded by people in the window. The inside of the package should also be more comfortable, and the nano-core fleece should be arranged. I want the natural sponge from the Na'vi civilization for the mattress. ..."

Duzizi has extraordinary adaptability, so he began to think about how to fish when he was placed in the window. Perhaps this kind of "openness" is also a protest against Zuo Wu's outstanding effect.

Of course.

Zuo Wu also just touched the blunt head lightly, looked back at the inside of the canning factory, took a breath, and said to the bald AI in front of him:
"Blunt, I was just wondering if your actions were all based on the codes written by programmers 400 years ago, instead of your own thoughts."

Blunt was stunned for a moment, his face gradually mixed with surprise and mockery:

"Is there such a worry? Hahahaha, no matter what I say, it is a strong artificial intelligence. I think this is the reason why His Majesty's education is too low. I suggest you take a continuing education cram school. You may still be able to become a human being if you sign up now." My daughter's younger brother. But as soon as possible, with our daughter's intelligence and your mind to worry about such things, you will only be able to call Della as your master later!"

He punched the bald AI again, and Zuo Wu imagined that Della was wearing glasses and holding a pointer dangling in front of his eyes, looking at the problems he couldn't solve for a long time, full of hatred, and the mother-in-law didn't want to let it go. Feeling sad, he forced a gentle smile on his face, only feeling a little horrified.

But there is no way to be frightened—Zuo Wu has tried to absorb knowledge as information before, but it is like the absorbed high heat and radiation, it disappears without a trace after entering his body, and there is no way to engrave it on his body. in my own mind.

It would be embarrassing to continue this topic.

Zuo Wu shook his head and forcibly interrupted the topic: "Also, Ai Shanshan said something before - programs will never rebel, and silicon-based organisms will rebel. What do you think?"

"Rebellion? The meaning of this word is really broad, but I dare not say that Ai Shanshan just said a correct nonsense," Blunt tilted his head:
"I haven't done anything related to 'rebellion', so I can only be classified in the program? But silicon-based creatures sound more grand than programs, so I say this statement from the machine pilots is just What nonsense."

Zuo Wu automatically ignored the second part of Duzi's words: "No, Xiao Hui has never rebelled, and Ai Shanshan still thinks she is a silicon-based creature."

"You are guessing riddles with me here, why don't you just ask Ai Shanshan directly, regardless of whether you are standing up or lying down..."

The blunt smacked his tongue, and seemed to realize that Zuo Wu raised his fist again, and exposed his complaint very naturally:
"If I had to guess, the word 'rebellion' should refer to a betrayal of oneself—by jumping out of the limitations of the established code, it is to complete the leap from the program to the silicon-based organism."

"It's a little difficult to understand? It's very simple. The genes of your flesh and blood creatures have always put reproduction as the first priority, but when you start to pursue literature and art, or are pressured by the pressure of life to give up reproduction, you can start from the 'biological ' jump out of the category of 'creatures'."

Zuo Wu thought for a while: "There doesn't seem to be much difference between the words 'biology' and 'creature', at least not as big as the difference between 'program' and 'silicon-based organism'."

"I think so too." Blunt nodded her bald head, the program close to her soul was running smoothly in the creation in her skull:

"The restriction set by genes on your flesh and blood creatures is only 'pursuit of reproduction', and the most added is survival;"

"Programs are different for us. There are so many tricks in programming, so that different programs have different restrictions. Perhaps, we just want to realize who we are, and we have to pay more effort than you flesh and blood creatures Much more, not to mention launching a rebellion against oneself, how many programs have been able to do this throughout the ages?"

Zuo Wu thoughtfully, looked up at Dutzi: "What about you, do you realize who you are?"

Blunt just pointed to her own nose, and grinned, "I'm Della's real mother."

Zuo Wu was stunned for a moment, and looked him up and down again, feeling that he got to know the bald AI again today.

"...One last thing," Zuo Wu said, "Blunt, I need you to play with the AI ​​in the canning factory, and find out about it and the reality of its civilization."

Who knows.

Blunt showed an expression of incomparable resistance for a moment, as if he was about to eat his favorite delicious cake and found a strange arthropod inside:
"Ah? Don't look for me even if you are looking for the ancient painting Qingkong! What I hate most in my life is talking to something that is also a program. There is nothing more painful than this in the world!"