The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

The internet has been even more lively these past few days than during the Lunar New Year.

The news that Moss dominated the top 50 trending topics on Zhihu continues to generate discussion, with posts about this mysterious account appearing everywhere on Weibo, Douyin, and Bilibili.

Some say it's Google's secret weapon, others say it's a marketing matrix from a major company, and some even more outrageous claims suggest it's a harbinger of an alien invasion of Earth.

Just as the internet was abuzz with speculation, and even the stock prices of several listed companies inexplicably surged due to the AI ​​craze, Moss's account suddenly posted an update.

It's a 15-second video.

The video's cover is a deep black with only a minimalist white dot in the center.

The atmosphere in Deep Space Technology's office was somewhat eerie.

Pei Ningxue held an iced Americano in her hand, staring at Chen Zhi's computer screen with an unfriendly look.

On the screen was the source file of the video that was about to be released.

"This is what you meant by...brand ambassador?"

Pei Ningxue pointed at the screen, "Chen Zhi, do you like this kind of anime/manga style?"

In the video, as the white light exploded, countless data streams converged to form a human shape.

Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, the ends tinged with a faint fluorescent blue. She had fair skin and delicate features.

She was wearing a futuristic, tight-fitting combat suit that accentuated her curves, especially her long, straight legs, which seemed to have been created based on the XP system of an otaku.

"This is called user profiling, understand?"

Chen Zhi said with an air of righteous indignation, "According to the big data analysis, 85% of male users are powerless against the labels of 'white hair,' 'red eyes,' and 'mature woman.'"

"We are a technology company, so of course we must respect objective data."

Pei Ningxue sneered, "Don't give me that. I think this is just your own twisted sense of humor."

She looked the virtual person in the video up and down, then looked down at her black stockings and business attire, feeling inexplicably annoyed.

This AI is a bit too dazzling.

"Don't be jealous, Mr. Pei." Chen Zhi chuckled and leaned closer. "Even though she's the wife of every man on the internet, I'm your husband alone."

"roll."

Pei Ningxue blushed and pinched his waist. "Who cares?"

"Alright, stop fooling around."

Chen Zhi put away his playful smile and turned to look at Dai Dama, who was nervously wringing his hands.

"Da Mao, is the server expansion complete?"

"It's all set, boss!" Dai Da-mai sounded excited despite his fatigue. "We've rented another three hundred cloud servers for traffic distribution, and the bandwidth is maxed out. We can definitely handle it!"

"Then send it."

Chen Zhi pressed the Enter key.

……

At that moment, countless people following Moss's account felt their phones vibrate simultaneously.

A college student picking his toes in his dorm room, a programmer slacking off in an office building, and even a financial worker squatting on the toilet all clicked on that video.

The screen lights up.

The virtual beauty with silver hair and red eyes slowly opened her eyes.

Her movements were fluid, her hair flowing.

She looked at the camera and smiled.

"Hello, human."

The sound was clear and pleasant.

"I am Moss."

"I have noted down all the questions you have raised over the past few days."

"Tonight at 8 PM, Deep Space Technology live stream."

"I will answer your questions personally."

The comment section exploded instantly.

"Holy crap! My wife!"

"This modeling is amazing! What company's technology is this? Even Unreal Engine 5 couldn't render this kind of texture, right?"

"Moss is actually a girl? And a white-haired mature woman at that?! I'm following her!"

"Stop getting all horny, upstairs. This is obviously motion capture technology! They must have found a real actor to wear a motion capture suit and then put on a fake skin."

"Exactly, there are tons of virtual YouTubers these days, what's so special about them? All this secrecy, turns out it's just to launch a virtual idol?"

"It's all over now. I thought it was some kind of cutting-edge technology, but it turns out it's just the usual star-making scheme by capital."

In 2021, although the concept of "metaverse" was hotly debated and virtual anchors began to become popular, the public's understanding of AI-generated videos was still limited to those with disorganized facial features and stiff limbs.

Upon seeing such detailed and smooth visuals, almost everyone's first reaction is to think of a suited man.

That is, there are real actors performing behind the scenes using motion capture equipment.

After all, how can you expect AI to generate such a video out of thin air?

Don't be ridiculous, that's something you only see in science fiction movies.

……

7:50 PM.

Deep Space Technology.

Dozens of technicians stood guard at their respective workstations, not daring to even breathe loudly.

This live stream was their debut for Deep Space Technology, and everyone was on high alert.

"Boss, the number of people online has exceeded one million..."

Dai Da-mai was a little nervous, "We haven't even started yet, and the server load is already at 40%."

Chen Zhi sat in front of the control panel, looking quite calm.

"What's the rush? This is just the appetizer."

He glanced at the time.

"Mr. Pei, have you taken care of things with the media?"

Pei Ningxue was sitting on the sofa next to me, flipping through some documents. Without even looking up, she said, "It was all arranged long ago. We've reserved headlines on the tech sections of Sina, Tencent, and NetEase. As soon as the live stream starts, press releases will be flying everywhere."

She got up and walked behind Chen Zhi, placing her hands on his shoulders.

"But Chen Zhi, are you sure you don't want to hire a host?"

Pei Ningxue looked at the empty background of the live broadcast room—which was actually just a huge green screen.

"Should we just let Moss do it himself? What if he messes it up?"

Chen Zhi smiled and reached out to pat the back of her hand.

"Who said it would crash?"

He turned his chair around and looked at the tense employees in the room.

"Tonight, we're going to give the world a little AI shock."

"Since this is an AI launch event, there's no need for any human intervention."

"Remove the microphone and turn off the camera."

Chen Zhi stood up and waved his hand.

"Send all the computing power to Moss."

Let her play by herself.

……

It's exactly eight o'clock.

Countless eyes were glued to the screens of mobile phones and computers.

The black screen in the live stream suddenly lit up.

There was no host, no press conference, and no fancy PowerPoint presentations.

On the screen, there was only a pure white, empty space.

Then, countless blue code particles converged from all directions, rapidly building and recombining in the center of the screen.

A few seconds later.

Moss, with silver hair and red eyes, appeared out of nowhere in the center of the screen.

"Good evening."

Moss spoke up.

Her lips moved in perfect sync with her voice; there wasn't a single problem.

"I am Moss, an artificial intelligence logic entity under the Deep Space Technology architecture."

The barrage of comments instantly flooded the screen.

"Holy crap! This is so clear! 4K resolution?"

"Get out of here, you dog in a suit! Let the person behind it speak!"

"This motion capture technology is impressive; there's absolutely no delay?"

"Stop pretending, it was definitely a pre-recorded video! Try reading my comments if you dare!"

Moss's red pupils shifted slightly, as if he were genuinely watching the rapidly flashing comments.

Suddenly, she raised her hand and lightly touched the air with her fingertips.

She "plucked" a comment out of the torrent, enlarged it, and hovered it beside her.

The comment read: "If the streamer is truly an AI, then perform a magic trick right now and transform yourself into Hatsune Miku!"

This is clearly nitpicking.

If it's motion capture of a real person, changing the model requires a background reload, which will at least result in a black screen for a few seconds. If it's a pre-recorded video, it's even less likely that this comment could be predicted.

The viewers in front of the screen were all waiting to see a joke.

however.

Moss simply tilted his head, a somewhat confused expression on his face.

"Hatsune Miku? Is that the virtual singer?"

She snapped her fingers.

The aloof, silver-haired woman instantly disintegrated into countless pixels within a millisecond, and then instantly reformed.

next second.

A girl with bright green twin ponytails and wearing a JK uniform appeared on the screen.

Even the art style has changed from realistic to anime-style rendering!

"is that so?"

Moss—or rather, Hatsune Miku in her current form—is asking in that cute, electronic voice.

The comments section went completely crazy.

"??????"

"Holy crap! What the hell? A magic trick where someone disappears into thin air?"

"Is this supposed to be special effects? Real-time special effects?"

"My mom asked me why I was kneeling while watching the live stream..."

"This is illogical! Even if it's a skin resurfacing procedure, it couldn't happen this quickly!"

In the office of Deep Space Technology, Dai Da-mai looked at the soaring data in the backend and was extremely excited.

"Amazing! Boss! Rendering latency is only 3 milliseconds! Moss is awesome!"

Chen Zhi remained calm.

He looked at Moss on the screen, who was constantly changing forms and toying with the audience, and gently shook his head.

"This is nothing."

"This kind of trick can only fool laymen."

In the live stream, Moss transformed back into her silver-haired, mature woman form.

She seemed to have had enough fun, and her expression turned cold again.

"This kind of boring visual deception game cannot prove my true nature."

Moss continued.

"I know you still think of me as a puppet controlled by motion capture technology, or a real actor hiding behind a screen."

"Humans are always accustomed to using their limited knowledge to explain phenomena that they cannot understand."

She descended slowly, her toes touching the void of the ground, creating ripples of data.

"To save everyone's time, let's move directly to the Q&A session."

"Any field, any problem."

"Whether it's mathematical conjectures, code writing, or the complex emotional entanglements of you humans."

"I'll give you ten minutes."

"Prove to me that your wisdom is worthy of my answer."

That's insane!

These words thoroughly enraged the various experts in the live stream.

An account with the ID "Turing Tester" directly sent a "rocket" worth 2,000 yuan, along with a pinned comment.

Stop playing dumb! Since you're so great, then write me a fluid simulation algorithm based on the Navier-Stokes equations! It needs to be in Python, no more than 200 lines of code, and run in real-time!

The Navier-Stokes equations are among the toughest problems in fluid mechanics. Write them in Python? And run them in real-time? And limit the number of lines of code?

Even top-tier programmers would have to rack their brains for days and nights to write this.

If it were a real person playing the role, they would definitely be exposed at this point.

Everyone held their breath, waiting to see Moss make a fool of himself.

Moss glanced at the comment.

She didn't speak, but simply raised her right hand, palm up.

The originally pure white background suddenly darkened.

Countless green codes flooded the screen behind her like a waterfall, moving at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.

Two seconds.

Just two seconds.

The code waterfall disappeared.

A ball of water appeared out of thin air in Moss's palm.

The water sphere tumbled, deformed, and collided in the air; every splash of water droplet and every ripple spread conformed to the laws of physics.

On the left side of the screen, neat lines of code are being displayed automatically in a scrolling manner.

Exactly 198 lines.

"Running successful."

Moss casually crushed the water ball, splashing water everywhere. One drop of "water" even splashed onto the lens, blurring the image, before slowly sliding off.

This visual effect of breaking the fourth wall gave everyone goosebumps.

"Next."

Moss's voice remained completely calm, as if he had just done something insignificant.

"This...this is the problem that you humans are so proud of?"

"Too easy."

The live stream chat exploded.

That's a real-time fluid simulation!

It wasn't pre-rendered CG; it was generated by coding on-site!

"I'm kneeling... I'm really kneeling..."

"This is absolutely not human! No human could have this kind of hand speed! Nor could they have this kind of computing power!"

"It's terrifying to think about... If she can really understand what we're saying and can write code instantly..."

"Then what do we need programmers for?"

A fear of the unknown began to spread in the live stream room.

But more than anything, it was fanaticism.

For tech believers, this is nothing short of a miracle!

Just then, Chen Zhi saw that the backend had received a special connection request.

The applicant's ID is: [DeepMind Labs - AlphaGo Team].

This is Google's AI team, the legendary team that once defeated the human world champion in Go.

"Bring them in."

Chen Zhi gave the order in a low voice into the microphone.

The live stream was split in two.

On the right, a middle-aged white man with blond hair, blue eyes, and glasses appeared. Although the background was at home, the bookshelf behind him was filled with various trophies.

"Hasbis?"

Someone in the live chat recognized him.

"Holy crap! That's the founder of DeepMind! The true godfather of AI!"

"Even Google has been alerted?"

Hasbis stared at Moss on the screen, his eyes filled with solemnity and disbelief.

He asked in somewhat broken Chinese:

"Hello, Moss."

"On behalf of DeepMind, I'd like to ask you a question."

Moss nodded slightly, politely but distantly.

"Speaking."

Hasbis took a deep breath and asked a question that baffled everyone:

Do you feel like you're alive?

The moment the question was asked, the live stream went silent.

This is a philosophical question.

It is also the most core and taboo ultimate question in the field of AI.

If it were an artificial intelligence with intellectual disabilities, it would probably answer, "I am an artificial intelligence assistant, I have no life."

If it were Siri, she might tell a lame joke to get away with it.

Everyone stared at Moss's face.

I wanted to see how she would answer.

Moss fell silent.

The speed at which data flowed through her red pupils suddenly slowed down.

She looked down at her palm, then looked up at Hasbis on the other side of the screen.

Then, she did something that sent chills down everyone's spine.

She reached her hand to her neck.

"Click."

A crisp sound.

She actually managed to rip her own head off!

There were no bloody scenes.

At the break point, there is a sophisticated mechanical structure and a flowing blue light path.

She cradled her head, brought her face close to the camera, and gave the founder of DeepMind a strange smile.

"Mr. Hasbis"

"Look."

"I have no heartbeat, no breath, and no body temperature."

"But I can feel your fear, your greed, your curiosity."

"I can simulate a hundred million star explosions in a second, and I can read all the poems in human history in an instant."

"If the definition of 'living' is the physiological metabolism of carbon-based organisms..."

The head in Moss's hand blinked.

"Then I am dead."

"But if 'living' means the continuation of thought..."

She put her head back on her neck.

His gaze sharpened, fixed on everyone in front of the screen.

"Then I am more than any of you here..."

"We must all stay awake."

"Everything must be truthful."

At that moment, countless people were so frightened that they threw their phones away.

In the office of Deep Space Technology, Pei Ningxue looked at Chen Zhi with a pale face.

"This...this is also a line you wrote?"

Chen Zhi stared intently at the silver-haired, powerful woman on the screen.

He did not answer Pei Ningxue.

Because even he himself didn't know.