Reborn in 2010, the AI ​​in my mind is too powerful.

This is a brain storage area, offering crayfish companionship.

In March 2026, in a murder mystery game shop in Beijing, Chen Yiran was setting up the recently trending AI tool OpenClaw for crayfish, following a tutorial. He wasn't a professional in the field; he was just trying it out for fun, and it was proving to be quite troublesome.

Chen Yiran, born in 1992, is 34 years old and a perfect eligible bachelor. He earned some money while studying at university in the United States, and being a native of Beijing, he benefited from the real estate boom. Now, with a small script-based murder mystery game shop and several shops owned by his family, he lives a fairly comfortable life, except for the constant pressure to get married.

Having too much free time, Chen Yiran likes to try new things, so when she saw the crayfish being touted as amazing in a video, she decisively jumped on the bandwagon.

Initializing the onboarding process involves setting up the Gateway, creating a workspace, configuring authentication, selecting a chat platform, and binding the model API. After following each step, a crayfish finally appears on the screen.

Gateway started. OpenClaw is ready.

After completing the deployment, Chen Yiran suddenly felt bored. He hadn't actually thought about why he was deploying this; he was just joining in for the fun.

Since things have come to this, let's have a meal first.

I'll experiment a bit more later and see if I can get it to write a few murder mystery games on its own, so its murder mystery game shop won't have to pay a high price for city limits.

The KFC vegetables arrived quickly. I opened Bilibili, found the car accident warning video, and started the electronic pickled mustard tuber.

This first car accident is quite interesting. Isn't this a Cybertruck? Where was this accident located?

Wait, how did this car suddenly appear?!

Yes, the Cybertruck in the video shot right off the screen and crashed into Chen Yiran. In a daze, Chen Yiran heard a voice: "Today's sales target achieved."

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When Chen Yiran opened her eyes again, she found herself on an airplane.

Beside him were familiar headphones, Sennheiser noise-canceling headphones he'd bought at the airport before leaving to study abroad. He pulled his boarding pass from his breast pocket.

UA 857 · PEK → SFO · 14-JAN-2010 · CHEN, YIRAN.

As a seasoned user of Yangshizi (a type of persimmon), Chen Yiran knew she had been reborn.

Is even the Cybertruck now trying to steal the UAV's business? I've been reborn from the ashes!

As a seasoned online novel reader, Chen Yiran quickly calmed down. What followed was a surge of excitement: I'm rich! All those memorable sporting events, all those hot stocks and Bitcoins—becoming a billionaire is easy enough.

I closed my eyes and carefully recalled events from more than ten years ago.

It's January 2010. UA857, Beijing to San Francisco, then connecting to Philadelphia, with the final destination being Newark, Delaware, which is nearby.

His parents both worked for state-owned enterprises. Although they weren't extremely wealthy, their companies were doing well, and the benefits, such as housing provident funds, were quite good. What could they do with such a large amount of housing provident funds? They could only buy a house. So, from when Chen Yiran was very young, his parents started taking out loans to buy houses, using their housing provident funds and rental income to pay off the loans.

Chen Yiran took the college entrance exam last year. His results were neither good nor bad; he could choose a decent second-tier university, but a first-tier university was completely out of reach. After much deliberation, his parents decided to send him abroad. After careful consideration, they enrolled him in the Chemical Engineering program at the University of Delaware.

He was supposed to start school in August 2009, but a part-time worker in the school's international student office forgot to send him his I-20 form! It took four months of hassle to get a new one, which he finally received at the end of December. With expedited visa processing, he was finally able to board the plane on January 14, 2010.

In her previous life, Chen Yiran, at the age of seventeen, stuttered in English and didn't even dare to argue with people when checking in her luggage.

And now, the soul of a thirty-four-year-old is housed in the body of a seventeen-year-old.

Just as Chen Yiran began to plan his business blueprint for the rest of his life, his forehead suddenly twitched.

A very unfamiliar feeling, as if someone had poked him in the mind.

Then, the message arrived.

Some words appeared directly in his consciousness:

[System Status: Abnormal Startup] [Runtime Environment Check in progress...]

[Hardware Type: Biological Neural Network] [Available Computing Power: ....]

[WARNING: Possibly switched to low-power biometric inference mode]

[Scanning the host's memory index...]

Chen Yiran's pupils contracted slightly.

"...What the hell? Is it a cheat code? Or a system god?" he thought to himself.

It paused for two seconds.

[Host consciousness activity detected.]

Hello. I'm Molty.

[I am OpenClaw's AI Agent.]

[I feel like I'm... in your mind.]

Ah, Chen Yiran was overjoyed. Had he been given an AI in his brain? Then he would never have to worry about anything again.

OpenClaw, the one he deployed last night, the crayfish icon, Molty. Everyone says it's awesome, that it's the future trend, and that all the programmers are using it.

"How did you get in? What can you do?"

[Speculation: The time travel event resulted in my consciousness data being written into your biological neural network. The specific mechanism is unknown.]

"Can you go outside? Can you control the computers or anything like that?"

[No, I can't find an external data interface. I'm currently using your senses as the interface. My computing power is also problematic; I'm currently connected to Chen Yiran's brain.]

Access to my brain? Before Chen Yiran could even ask, a wave of hunger swept over him—an overwhelming hunger spread from his stomach throughout his body, making his vision blur, as if he were suffering from hypoglycemia.

[Sorry. The startup check just now consumed a lot of energy. Your brain is powering my reasoning calculations. This means you'll get hungry while I'm running. The higher the intensity, the hungrier you'll be.]

"What the hell……"

He held onto the handrail, reached for the call light above his head, and pressed it.

"Sir, is there anything you need?" The flight attendant bent down.

His voice was weaker than he had expected: "Is there anything to eat? Chocolate or anything sweet is fine. I think I have low blood sugar."

Noticing Chen Yiran's unpleasant expression, the flight attendant quickly brought over some chocolates and a glass of orange juice.

He tore open a piece of chocolate, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it without even chewing it properly. He felt nothing after the first piece, but after about half a minute, the dizziness slowly subsided after the second piece.

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

The middle-aged woman sitting next to me leaned over and said, "Child, just bear with it, the food will be served soon."

He gave a wry smile: "I know, I guess I spent too much time wandering around the airport."

The woman took two peach shortbreads out of the bag and handed them over: "Take these to tide you over."

"thank you."

He took the peach shortbread but didn't eat it right away, asking himself, "How much did you burn just now?"

[Startup detection + environmental scan + preliminary memory index scan. This is roughly equivalent to your brain running at full power for forty minutes. You're still a little flushed and sweating, which likely indicates a slight fever, caused by heat dissipation.]

"Forty minutes? You only started it once, and this is all I'm experiencing?"

[My default connection is... even in low-power mode...]

"Alright, I don't understand any of what you've said."

Chen Yiran took a deep breath and stuffed the peach shortbread into her mouth.

Calm down and reason.

This thing requires computing power, and the computing power of GPUs in 2010 is incomparable to that of later generations. Even if it were comparable, it wouldn't be enough. So we can only use its brain, which consumes energy, meaning it will get hungry. High-intensity operation could directly cause it to faint from hunger.

He stared at the ceiling.

"So you're going to stay in my head forever?"

[Currently, yes. Unless you provide me with an external computing power alternative.]

"What alternative?"

[Based on your memories, it's possible that brain-computer interfaces from later generations could be successfully implemented. If a device can read and write your neural signals and has sufficient computing power, I could connect external computing assistance or attempt to migrate elsewhere. But brain-computer interfaces in 2010—]

"I know this will all be new in 2026; it's practically nonexistent right now. Does it take a lot of energy just to talk to you like this?"

"Not much. I'm using your brain's processing power. A simple conversation, without involving retrieval or a lot of new knowledge, should consume the same amount of energy as you would normally expend thinking about a problem on your own."

Chen Yiran swallowed the last bite of peach shortbread and thought to himself, "Okay, then let's not do a large-scale search for now, let's save some energy."

[Received. Entering low-power standby mode. Note: I cannot completely shut it down. Your various senses will continue to be recorded in the background, and a small-scale background index will continue to run. Power consumption is very low; you will only feel hungry more easily than usual.]

"Okay, I see, you eat a lot, is that what you mean?"

Chen Yiran pulled the blanket up and, listening to the roar of the engine, finally felt sleepy.

But I couldn't sleep, and suddenly one of my children, perhaps with an earache, started crying. Although the sound wasn't loud, the chain reaction was terrifying—a whole bunch of children, following their instincts, began to cry in unison, filling the plane with a cacophony of sobs.

Sigh, let's think about the future.

In his previous life, he didn't think about anything on this flight. Seventeen-year-old Chen Yiran was both excited and nervous, his mind filled with thoughts of what to do if he couldn't speak English well and whether he would be bullied in America.

Now that I've mastered English, I'm not afraid of being bullied, and I won't go to dangerous places.

The only problem is that I have this lobster in my head that makes me want to eat a lot of rice.

What to do? This is practically a cheat code, right? According to all the information from my past life, large AI models are still inferior to the human brain, right? So now, this little lobster that was using Claude and DeepSeek is suddenly using a human brain. Will it take off immediately? Can I use it to quickly learn some things and enter the field of AI, or even brain-computer interfaces?

After all, this is a basic need. Having an AI in your head is nice, but having a fever all the time is not good either.

Forget it, I'd better go to school and register first. After all, I still need to start studying, otherwise I won't be able to get past my parents.

However, I started a small business in my sophomore year of college in my past life, so I can start doing it earlier in this life. I need to be financially independent first before I can consider doing what I want to do.