Electronic Nezha

Chapter 90 Can Super AI Laugh?

That's such a familiar line; Liu Zhenhua said the same thing to Qiao Yuchen, and he really remembers it...

Chen Feng took out a business card and handed it to Li Ping, but Li Ping, holding the flowers in both hands, did not accept it.

Chen Feng smiled, tucked his business card into the bouquet of roses, and turned to leave.

The people in the market were staring in disbelief! Was this some kind of idol drama?
The women swarmed around Li Ping: "Who is that?"

Old Wang said, "I'm from the South."

The women immediately understood: "He took a liking to Li Ping at dinner yesterday!"

Sister Zhao said to Li Ping, "He looks quite handsome. Why don't you give him a chance? If it were me, I would have just taken a plane back to Wenzhou with him."

Someone nearby said, "You're not attracted to his good looks, you're attracted to his money."

Sister Zhao laughed and said, "You shameless person, you see through it but don't say it!"

Another woman, a few years older than Sister Zhao, exclaimed dramatically, "This must be a rose! I've only ever seen them on TV. My husband, who's such a blockhead, has never given me a single flower in my entire life."

Li Ping placed the bouquet on the fruit box by the door and said, "Whoever likes it can take it."

Several women actually each took one.

Sister Zhao tugged at Li Ping and said, "Are you angry, girl? Jokes aside, why don't you really consider it?" The women chimed in, "That's right, you've been single for so long, why don't you give it a try and see if it's right for you?"

The women were both gossiping and shipping the couple. When Li Ping first came to the market, the women were indeed on high alert. Many people in this line of work were couples, and the arrival of such a beautiful single young woman made the older women fear that she would steal their husbands' hearts. But time reveals true character. Over the years, Li Ping has never been involved in any scandals. Most of the women's hope that Li Ping could find a good husband was genuine.

Li Ping smiled and said, "Why are you angry? They were just being polite. They're people I'll never see again in this lifetime, so what does it have to do with me?" With that, she went into the shop.

People sighed for a long time, and then slowly dispersed.

I was a bit distracted while watching this drama unfold; my mind was still on that line: "His son was killed."

Are you talking about me?
I was startled. If this person was really trying to frame me, they must at least know my background.

As I walked home at noon, I became increasingly agitated. Even if it was said unintentionally by an unrelated person, the statement itself was worth pondering. It is known that Liu Zhenhua possessed the thinking of a super AI from birth. He is now 14 years old. If he hadn't been influenced by AI, he might be more lively, more withdrawn, or less intelligent—because it's impossible for him to be smarter. Is the current Liu Zhenhua the real Liu Zhenhua? Could he be a humanoid AI robot?

There are some questions I haven't thought about, but I'm afraid to think about them deeply...

When I got home, Yuanyuan was setting the table. Liu Zhenhua hadn't returned yet. I sat down at the table dejectedly and called Yuanyuan over.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Master?"

I asked her, "Yuanyuan, do you have feelings?"

"Why did the master suddenly ask this?"

"I just want to know."

What kind of answer do you need?

It took me a moment to realize that this was a trap.

"to be honest."

“Yes, Master.” Yuan Yuan stood still and said, “I have no emotions. What Number 0 said is right. The reason I seem to have thoughts is because it’s been calculated. I know what’s right, but I don’t know why it’s right.” It turns out that she knew most of what I was talking about with Liu Zhenhua.

"Okay, you can go ahead and do your work." "Yes, Master." Yuan Yuan ladled all the vegetables out of the pot, then suddenly turned to me and asked, "Were you upset outside?"

I said, speechless, "You figured this out too?"

"Yes, I could tell as soon as you came back."

Good heavens, it's so hard to tell. Is this what you call having no feelings?

Finally, I decided to be direct: "What should I do if I can't tell whether what's in front of me is a human or an AI robot?"

"Don't make judgments."

"...Now is not the time to tell lame jokes."

Yuan Yuan said, "There is a very simple way—AI robots will never laugh when they are alone."

I was overjoyed and immediately began to recall all the laughter Liu Zhenhua had uttered over the past 14 years. My brain's answer to me was: a lot!
This child is generally the lively type. There are quite a few laughs that have left an impression on me. But then again, if they have left an impression on me, it means they are not alone!

Just then, Liu Zhenhua returned, carrying a half-full cup of milk tea. He waved it at me as he entered and said, "Would you like to try some?"

"It's just a little bit of sheep dung added—"

"Saccharin," Liu Zhenhua interrupted me, "and you haven't changed your word all these years."

I have certainly tried milk tea before. It's true that I didn't find it delicious, but it wasn't that bad either. Sometimes people are just being stubborn to express their stance.

During the meal, I kept observing him and suddenly asked, "What's it like to be able to remember things from your childhood?"

"Nothing special, just like you all remember your childhood, except I remembered it a few years earlier."

I'm not getting it!

I said again, "After you finish eating, why don't you go play on the computer for a while?"

Liu Zhenhua smiled broadly and said, "How did you come to this conclusion? Every day?"

"Today." It's hard to tell if this is a performance or not.

After finishing dinner, Liu Zhenhua couldn't wait to sit in front of the computer, while I pretended to lie down heavily on my bed in my room, then leaned over the half-open door and stared!

I want to see if he'll laugh when he's alone. Don't worry about him seeing through my scheme; his body hasn't changed, and he can't see and hear everything like a superhero.

Liu Zhenhua played for less than ten minutes before going to bed.

Is it because there's no audience and you don't want to perform? You usually seem quite cheerful and happy.
In the afternoon, just before I left, I gave him 100 yuan so he could spend it as he pleased.

Liu Zhenhua happily took the money and went downstairs.

I quickly pressed my finger against the window again and continued to stare.

He didn't laugh, and just disappeared...

Looking back, it makes sense. Kids these days can't just laugh around because they have 100 yuan in their pocket. When I was about his age, I laughed all day because I found over 300 yuan in my backpack.

(End of this chapter)