Electronic Nezha

Chapter 30 Fang Fang
"Don't interrupt. Your dad is just a bit more active in his brain; he doesn't have that much resentment or drive."

"Okay, the event we're talking about has another characteristic—besides changing the lives of 5600 people, it also changed human thinking, triggering introspection. In the future, some Western scientists, with the help of AI, simulated the human world and calculated a classic case that conforms to the 707 rule: 1000 monkeys carrying machetes stormed into the United Nations building."

I asked in surprise, "1000 monkeys killed 5600 people?"

"It might not have been a fatal blow, but witnessing it firsthand was shocking enough, wasn't it?"

"Isn't this just 'Planet of the Apes'? Don't your scientists have anything important to do?" I've found that this applies to all apocalyptic movies except for "Planet of the Apes." In artistic works, Earth is depicted as suffering from numerous disasters: being flooded, frozen, plagued by zombies, nuclear war, and alien colonization, all of which bring it to the brink of death.

Liu Zhenhua laughed and said, "Western scholars do love to sensationalize things, but they're pretty much the same. In the future, when you do something, first think about whether the effect it will achieve will be more eye-catching than 1000 monkeys rushing into the United Nations with knives. If it is, then don't do it."

That would require so much free time, wealth, and a twisted personality! I'm practically free now, and as for twisted, I can force myself to be a little bit more creative. The biggest obstacle to teaching humanity a lesson is money. Even driving a manure truck to a concert to irrigate the area would cost a fortune. The truck is expensive, the tickets aren't cheap, manure is hard to handle, and bribing the security guard to let you in would cost two packs of good cigarettes...

"So—" I tried to summarize.

"It's alright, it's just a small piece of paper, it won't cause a chain reaction."

I said, "You can just mark the bleeding point, why draw such a detailed surgical diagram?"

"Now you have a difficult problem in front of you. Someone just wrote down a number and said that's the answer. Do you believe it?"

"I believe you, anyway, you're better than me."

"Well, we don't get points for just writing down the answers in exams—if you only mark the bleeding points, people will just throw the paper away. But if you show the solution process, an expert will understand it at a glance."

I said, "Actually, you still don't trust current medical technology, so you even wrote out the complete solution?"

"Not really. As long as the bleeding point is identified and the surgeon is a true expert, there shouldn't be any major problems. However, the diagram I drew can save them a lot of steps, essentially making it a straight line, so Chen Zihan can suffer less."

I added, "The safest way is for you to have the surgery, right?"

"Dad, you overestimate me. It's useless if you're confident but can't actually draw it. I'd have at most a 30% chance of making it work. The safest way is to take my drawing and have Yuan Yuan do it."

"Hey, where's Yuanyuan?" Yuanyuan never used to go up to the balcony. It startled Chen Zihan's mother just now. I guess it's because Liu Zhenhua brought Chen Zihan over for a visit and it didn't have time to hide somewhere else. I didn't pay attention to Yuanyuan not appearing for half a day. Usually, it's busy with housework in this situation.

I went up to the balcony and found Yuanyuan still standing in the corner.

"Yuanyuan, everyone's gone, you can come out now," I called out.

Normally it would have responded long ago, but at this moment Yuan Yuan remained motionless.

I turned the balcony light back on, walked over to Yuanyuan, but the light on its face wasn't flashing. I moved it to a different spot and went around to its back—

Then I saw something that sent chills down my spine: Yuan Yuan's rear hood was completely open!
Yes, the word "creepy" doesn't apply to the back cover of a robot vacuum cleaner being opened, no matter when or where. Even if you broke into an abandoned mental hospital at night and saw this scene, you wouldn't feel scared. But this is Yuan Yuan!

It's like a person who looks incredibly lifelike from the front, but when you walk up to their back, you find that the back of their head is open...

“Yuan Yuan…” My voice trembled.

Hearing the noise, Liu Zhenhua also came over. He rummaged through the pocket on Yuanyuan's apron and pulled out a cell phone that had been disassembled into pieces.

"Oh no!" Liu Zhenhua said. "It seems that when Chen Zihan and I came home, it was modifying itself, trying to add parts from the phone into its 'head'."

What happened next was that when Yuan Yuan heard that a stranger was coming, she forcibly went to the balcony to hide, disregarding that she was undergoing a transformation. When Yang Guo and Xiao Long Nu were cultivating the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, someone passed by and they went into a state of demonic possession. Yuan Yuan was essentially "opening her brain" and not only could she not continue the surgery halfway through, but she also had to carry the operating table and surgical instruments away. It would be strange if something went wrong!
I completely panicked: "What do we do now?" Liu Zhenhua calmly walked around Yuan Yuan once, and just when I thought he had a solution, he shrugged and said, "I don't know either."

"Don't you have AI in your head?"

Liu Zhenhua said, "The main problem is that I don't know what stage it's at. I can barely put it back, but that could very likely lead to data corruption."

What will happen if it gets damaged?

"Simple, I'll just send a new data packet to overwrite it."

"Does Yuanyuan still remember us?"

"I don't remember, and it's not Yuanyuan anymore. You can rename it Fangfang."

"Bullshit!" I suddenly snapped. "Yuanyuan serves you food and drink, and now that something's happened, you're abandoning it?"

Liu Zhenhua said, "Dad, what's wrong with you? Yuanyuan has no feelings and doesn't feel pain. What it can do, Fangfang can do too. It'll only last two or three days at most. You can just keep calling it Yuanyuan."

"No way!" I said firmly. "If Yuan Yuan isn't fixed up, neither of us will get any sleep tonight!"

"Tsk tsk, I really made trouble for myself. I should have just kept hiding." Liu Zhenhua circled around Yuanyuan a few more times, looking at my eyes several times as if he wanted to make a move but didn't dare to act rashly. Finally, he struck a pose in front of Yuanyuan, like a qigong master from the 90s.

Finally, I said, "What if it runs out of power again? Come on, let me lend a hand."

We lifted Yuan Yuan up and slowly walked to the connection between the living room and the kitchen, where Yuan Yuan was charging. Fortunately, the charging area was still intact. I held its head and placed it on the "pillow".

Liu Zhenhua asked, "And now?"

Let's wait and see.

Liu Zhenhua shrugged and went back to his room.

I moved a small stool and sat down in front of Yuanyuan, watching it charge.

I know that Liu Zhenhua is right rationally. If Yuanyuan breaks down, we can make another "Fangfang". The more advanced the technology, the more homogenized the products become. Just like an app, if you uninstall it and reinstall it, its function is the same. I fully believe that "Fangfang" will soon become Yuanyuan. But all the meals Yuanyuan made for us, the duo queue times we spent together, and the amazing times we had together at the hospital will be gone. Whether it's memories or data, if these are gone, the name Yuanyuan will have no meaning.

Don't let my current greasy appearance fool you. I smoke without considering the occasion, and when I'm queuing for the high-speed train, I immediately rush to grab a seat as soon as I see the crowd move. I can befriend someone I'm eating with for the first time. When I was a child, I was a gentle and shy little boy. I used to have a small wooden knife, and I would talk to it when no one was around.

The most common technique in fairy tales is to make tables, chairs, benches, cups, and teapots talk. Adults think it's childish, but why don't children object? Because the desire for companionship is human nature. Those adults who think fairy tales are childish have forgotten what they were like when they were young.

Forty minutes passed, and the light on Yuan Yuan's face flickered!
I was just about to call Liu Zhenhua—

"Master, I see you."

The familiar voice, the familiar tone—Yuan Yuan has come back to life.

How painful it would be if this chapter were cut short before Yuan Yuan woke up! Luckily, I'm not that kind of person, not that kind of person!

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