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

When the plane landed in San Francisco, Chen Yiran was awakened by the turbulence of the engine.

International flights all require passing through the first port of entry, so he had to get off the plane in San Francisco, go through customs again, re-check his luggage, and transfer to a United Airlines domestic flight to Philadelphia, which was very troublesome.

I was definitely ripped off by the agent when buying the ticket. They could have bought a direct flight to New York, but they insisted on a connecting flight, and it wasn't even cheaper.

Fortunately, the queue wasn't too long today, and it only took about ten minutes to reach Chen Yiran.

The customs officer was a white man in his forties. He flipped through his passport and I-20 and asked a few casual questions.

"What's your purpose in the United States?"

"I'll be studying at the University of Delaware. English language program first."

"What's your major?"

"Chemical engineering."

Where will you stay?

"I'll be assigned housing when I get there. The university is arranging it."

The official nodded, asked no further questions, stamped the passport with a snap, and handed it back: "Your English is really good. Welcome to the United States."

Chen Yiran paused for a moment, thanked him, and turned to leave. Her memories of passing this trial in her past life were hazy, but it had gone smoothly anyway, though she hadn't received any praise for her good English.

I found my boarding gate again, and although I knew it was useless, I still went with the staff to confirm the baggage issue.

After a lot of trouble, I finally got on a flight to Philadelphia.

The flight from San Francisco to Philadelphia takes more than five hours. Chen Yiran leaned back in his seat, staring at the flight map on the screen on the back of his chair.

Molty was quiet in his mind, having entered what it called "low-power standby mode" ever since he almost fainted from hunger on the plane. However, Chen Yiran could sense that it was still there, because he clearly felt hungrier than usual.

His eyes lit up when the flight attendant pushed the food cart over. In his previous life, Chen Yiran always disliked the economy class airplane meals, but this time he ate them all up and even asked for two extra servings.

Although the flight attendant was very professional, her eyes betrayed her; she was probably curious about how Chen Yiran could be so thin yet eat so much.

Chen Yiran pretended not to see it.

When we landed in Philadelphia, it was already past 8 p.m. local time.

He waited at the baggage carousel for a while, and sure enough, even after specifically telling the staff, his luggage still hadn't arrived.

It wasn't lost; it's just that domestic regional planes are relatively small. His luggage didn't come with them and had to come on another plane.

In her past life, Chen Yiran's English wasn't good. After stammering through the information from the front desk, she waited there foolishly until dawn. The next day, when she went to take her English test, she was in terrible shape; otherwise, she wouldn't have performed so poorly.

Now things are different; they went straight to the service desk. (The rest of the dialogue will not be in English.)

"Hello, my luggage hasn't arrived yet. Could you help me check? Also, I'm a student at UD, so there should be a pick-up service. Could you please help me find the phone number?"

The receptionist checked the computer and said in a standard American accent, "Oh, honey, your school's shuttle bus has already left. Shall I call them to pick you up now? As for your luggage, it can be mailed to you after you arrive. It should arrive tomorrow, but you'll need to leave an address."

Chen Yiran skillfully left the address of Studio Green Center.

For bilingual international students at UD's ELI (Language Center), there are two accommodation options. One is the tower, Newark's only tall building. Chen Yiran has forgotten how many floors it has, but it's enormous compared to the town's tallest buildings, which are only four stories high. This is a standard student dormitory, with two people per room, and the conditions are quite good.

However, Chen Yiran chose Studio Green, a long-term rental apartment complex that is very close to the university and has partnerships with it. It's mostly occupied by students, so there are many options available, including single rooms, double rooms, and even triple rooms.

The receptionist here has already finished her call and said the car will have to wait for twenty minutes.

Chen Yiran went to the vending machine next to her and bought a bottle of Coke.

While waiting for his ride, he glanced at the scrolling flight information screen in the arrival hall. It was a 2010 LCD screen with such low resolution that you could see the individual pixels. He took out his phone and looked at it—a Motorola flip phone.

After thinking about it, I'll do it the same way as in my past life: I'll let my family know I'm safe once I get to the hotel. I'll have to go back to school later...sigh, my head suddenly hurts a little.

Molty silently popped up in my head: "Your heart rate is a bit high; we suggest you relax."

"Shut up, I'm not nervous. Wait a minute, according to my limited knowledge of OpenClaw, you also need various large models to get feedback. Now you're using my brain as a model, how do you know that a high heart rate means you need to relax?"

[I have completed reading all your memories. You previously looked up what constitutes a high heart rate. Quark defines a high heart rate as a resting heart rate consistently exceeding 100 beats per minute (adults). It can be a physiological response (such as exercise or emotional excitement) or a pathological manifestation (such as hyperthyroidism or heart disease). A comprehensive assessment requires considering symptoms, triggers, and examinations; seek medical attention promptly if necessary.]

"I also searched for this? No, you saw everything that happened in my past life, even the little things I'd forgotten?"

【Yes. 】

Chen Yiran breathed a sigh of relief; at least, going to school wasn't a problem anymore. If all else fails, she'll just ask. Hmm, she felt she needed to come up with a name.

"Molty doesn't sound right. Let's change your name. From now on, you can be called Jasmine."

Okay, from now on I'll be Jasmine. Is there anything I can do for you?

"Forget it, where am I supposed to find food in the middle of the night?"

After waiting a while, the car finally arrived.

The van had been traveling on the highway for nearly an hour, and Chen Yiran closed her eyes to rest, just like in her previous life.

We've finally arrived in New Zealand.

Newark is a typical American college town, a small town supported by a single university.

The driver parked the car in front of a motel on the main street.

The neon sign is lit: Super 8.

A chain motel, cheap and in a great location, right on Newark's main street.

The receptionist was a young man wearing glasses. He checked the list and gave him a key.

The room was quite large, with a double bed and a mini TV. Perhaps because it's near a university, the Super 8 at this price point is far above average. It was clean, and the facilities weren't outdated.

She grabbed her computer, hurriedly connected to the internet, and quickly contacted her family. Sure enough, her parents answered the phone soon. After a long, drawn-out conversation lasting half an hour, Chen Yiran finally managed to extricate herself from her parents' concern.

Lying in bed, I called out in my mind, "Jasmine?"

Yes, is there anything I need?

What did I do tomorrow?

[Someone will pick you up tomorrow morning to take you to the ELI office for a one-on-one English proficiency test; you've been assigned to Level 3. Then, at the hotel, you'll be taken to the student office to get your student ID. On the way back to the hotel, you'll run into several other students also assigned to Level 3, and together you'll get family plan phone cards from AT&T…]

"Alright, alright, I remember most of it now. I think I was also tricked by that unscrupulous old man into buying a Blackberry phone, right?"

Yes, Blackberry wasn't good, so you bought an iPod Touch. My suggestion is to just buy an iPhone this time.

"I remember the iPhone 4 is coming out this year, right? It's such a waste to buy it now. Oh well, it's even more painful not to have a smartphone."

Okay, should I remind you to buy the iPhone tomorrow?

"Won't it consume a lot of energy?"

The energy expenditure is minimal; a few more bites should be enough.

"No need to remind me. I'm not at the point where I need to be reminded of such a small thing. Jasmine, regarding brain-computer interfaces, based on the various reports I've seen in my future life, when will you be able to connect to external computing power?"

[Impossible in the short term. BCI in 2010 wasn't even mature enough in the laboratory stage.]

"Am I destined to switch to biology and do it all myself? That's too much to ask of me."

[The suggestion here is that we need to pay more attention to the development of AI. The documentary you watched in 2025 provides information that AI is the core driver of BCI breakthroughs; without AI, there will be no practical progress in BCI.]

"Um, so, does this mean I should study Computer Science? That's not bad, at least CS majors make a lot of money."

Based on my current data feedback, I am completely unmatched by current technology. Furthermore, the human brain far surpasses any large-scale data model. We can learn from this, accelerate the development of AI, and significantly improve our lives—for example, the actors you've been watching…

"Stop! Stop! Stop! Let's get down to business. What you're saying is plausible. I don't think my brain is that strong. Computer Science is a tough major to learn."

I can receive information from your five senses, then record and deduce it; it's easy to learn.

"That's because you learned it, not me. But if you learned it, you can remind me in your mind all the time, which seems to mean the same thing."

Strictly speaking, I used your brain as a model, and the records were also stored in your brain. Therefore, my learning is equivalent to your learning.

"So, strictly speaking, you and I mean the same thing, right? You are me?"

[That's right. So, like just now, there's no need to be ashamed of your orientation. After watching that movie in 2020, every girlfriend you had was like that...]

"Stop! Hibernate, hibernate, I need to rest."

His mind went quiet. Chen Yiran stared at the ceiling, pondering the future. He didn't know how much would change, but he'd start tomorrow.

Level 3 was terrible; he went straight to Level 6. Now, it's a breeze for him, considering he spent nine years studying and working in the US, so English isn't an issue for him.

ELI, the language center, isn't cheap either; a two-month term costs over three thousand dollars.

Let's set a small goal first: to officially enroll after just one term.