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

Amit is often woken up in the morning by the sound of his son climbing on the sofa. Kabir's protective gear always makes a clicking sound when it rubs against the sofa cushions, which, along with the birdsong outside the window, can be a bit irritating for someone who has just woken up.

But when he can't hear these sounds, Amit becomes even more anxious, which proves that his son is not in good condition.

Kabir was not feeling well after taking the inhibitor yesterday, and vomited all night.

This is the second time in the last three months that he has had a severe reaction after receiving the injection; thankfully, he did not develop a fever this time.

After washing up, I went to the living room, where my wife, Priya, had already prepared breakfast.

After placing the toasted bread on Amit's plate, Priya said with a slightly worried expression, "I just fell asleep. I was up all night last night. The doctor said that due to Kabir's condition, we might have to wait for the new medicine."

"Then let's wait. It's already in clinical trials, so it should be soon."

"But new drugs are bound to be very expensive, and we don't know if medical insurance will cover them."

Amit looked at his wife's worried face and smiled, saying, "It's okay, I got a raise this year. My boss is very nice now, and he gave out so many bonuses at the end of last year, so I can save some money every month now. The boss said before that there are two opportunities for salary adjustments every year, and I might get another raise in July. Besides, the company has a lot of projects now, and I work very hard, so I might get a promotion later."

Priya smiled through her tears, looking at her husband with a touch of heartache, and then took out a hand-embroidered Kanta handkerchief.

"Here you go, your birthday present. I didn't spend any money on it, I made it with some of my old scarves. Anyway, I've been spending a lot of time with my son and haven't been going out much, so I don't need that many scarves."

Amit opened it and saw that it contained the names of his family of three, carried on Bodhi leaves.

Amit didn't say anything. After finishing breakfast, he gave Priya a hug, went to the children's bedroom to check on his sleeping son, and then hurried off to work.

Throughout the journey, Amit maintained a strange smile. When he arrived at the company parking lot, he deliberately parked his car in a corner.

Among the luxury cars, Amit's old, pink Camry looked a bit out of place. Amit glanced at his face in the rearview mirror, trying to smile, but failed several times.

He was under too much pressure and had no one to confide in.

His name, Amit, means "infinite" in Sanskrit. It was given to him by his Shudra parents, without any caste label, representing their wish that Amit could transcend caste and have more possibilities.

Amit lived up to expectations, excelling academically from a young age. He eventually received a scholarship to the University of Texas at Austin and brought his wife to the United States. Based on his income, he could already provide a very comfortable life for his parents back home.

But Kabir's illness was suffocating him. The exorbitant monthly bills, the lack of prospective treatment, and his wife's worried expression.

There was even pressure from his parents and siblings, who wanted him to give up Kabir's treatment and have another child as soon as possible.

Amit, of course, wouldn't agree; that was his son. He worked hard, hoping to earn more money, but luck was always bad; both of his companies ran into trouble.

Last year, he finally felt his luck had turned around. He met a very generous boss who even took Kabir to a ball game. The boss's skills were also incredibly advanced; he felt their company could become the absolute leader in the EDA industry within a year.

However, Kabir's condition took another turn; the joints in his calves and wrists began to swell frequently, and he developed drug resistance due to his individual constitution.

In the car, Amit held his head in his hands, trying to clear his mind. He didn't even dare to cry, afraid that his swollen eyes would be noticed. He knew that many people in Silicon Valley were inexplicably superstitious, and he didn't want his unfortunate experience to be disliked.

After taking a few deep breaths, Amit patted his face and finally went to work with a smile. On the way, he used his phone to greet a few familiar groups in the company group chat.

Once inside the office, Amit reverted to his usual cheerful and easygoing self. He greeted his familiar Chinese colleagues in increasingly fluent Mandarin, chatted briefly about cricket with his Indian colleagues, and then began his work.

Amit's official position is Head of Toolchain Integration.

Simply put, he is responsible for the connection and interaction between each toolchain in the FlowEDA toolchain.

This is an independent position with few subordinates, but it is an important one because it allows the person to speak and coordinate with each project team.

Amit is qualified for this position because he is the only one in the company who understands the operating logic of all projects. This is also related to his enthusiasm, as he has helped out in every project team before.

Amit's day was busy. He typed an optimization logic into the code and fixed a type of boundary constraint error that Grey sometimes produced. This did not affect Grey's operation, but it would cause other software to route dozens of signal lines around an area where there were no obstacles at all.

Just as this issue was resolved, Zhang Minghui sent a deadlock report to the testing team, causing Amit to miss his meal.

In the afternoon, as expected, Catherine brought a cake to his place, and his colleagues started singing "Happy Birthday."

Amit stood up and began to express his gratitude in Chinese, English, and Hindi, adding enthusiastically, "New employees, keep up the good work! Get on the honor wall soon! There are too few birthday celebrations these days; let's strive to have cake every day of the year!"

This was a rule set by Chen Yiran. He felt that the traditional way of celebrating birthdays in internet companies with a group of people was quite boring. So he set a rule that there is a wall of honor. Only those who are on this wall will have the whole company celebrate their birthdays with them.

The company's founding members are all on the wall now, which serves as an incentive. Everyone is discussing which new employee will be the first to be featured.

Amit is really popular at the company; almost everyone comes over to wish him a happy birthday.

Chen Yiran came over last, told everyone to go back to work, and then turned to Amit and said, "There's still a cake in the fridge, take it home tonight. My gift hasn't arrived yet, I'll have to bring it to you when it does."

Amit replied with a smile, "It's okay. The long delivery time proves it's a good product. Thank you, boss."

Chen Yiran patted Amit on the shoulder and then left.

That evening, Amit worked an extra hour and brought a cake home.

Before his pink Camry even pulled into the garage, a red-haired man emerged from the shadows, startling him so much that he nearly dropped the cake he was holding.

"Who are you? My family is very poor. If you want to rob someone, go to a rich area. This area may not be a slum, but it's full of poor people."

The person on the other end paused for a moment, then said menacingly, "No, do I look like a robber? I'm Amit, here to see you. I have a chance to get your son early access to the new drug. You and your husband take your son to the doctor every day, so you should know what I'm talking about. And then, I'll give you some money."

I'll be blunt, it's definitely illegal, but we'll transfer the money to your wife's Indian bank account. Even if you get arrested, you'll still leave your wife and children a large sum of money—I mean millions.

Amit paused for a moment, then asked in silence, "What do you want me to do? Explain in detail."