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

With mixed feelings, Ellison boarded the plane back to San Francisco. Chen Yiran kept his promise and did not kill Paul Singer, allowing him to leave Lanai Island with him.

Half an hour after takeoff, a paranoid Paul Singer finally asked Ellison, "What if he... what if he causes a plane crash and blows us up?"

Ellison, who had been concentrating with his eyes closed, opened them, rolled his eyes at Paul Singer, and nodded: "Maybe. He holds grudges, just like me. He might secretly kill you."

Paul Singer realized that Ellison was trying to scare him, but he was still very scared. He stood up and walked around the plane, looking out the window as if to see if a missile would suddenly fly by or if the engine would suddenly fall off.

After fiddling around for a while, he sat back down and said to Ellison, "I can contribute all the money from my company. Can I get on board with Aurora Group? Could you put in a good word for me? I'm not getting any younger."

Ellison looked at Paul Singer with disdain and scoffed, "A lifetime of hard work, just thrown away like that?"

"What I have is hardly a lifetime's work. Our company is an investment firm, but we don't just invest properly. We try to profit through legal means after investing. I'm just a pure speculator. I really don't care about the company."

Of course, I'll invest in Aurora with a serious mindset, no matter how outrageous the market value is, I'll accept it. Could you help me mediate, or even hold the shares on my behalf? I'm still a little uneasy around Chen Yiran."

"What's wrong? Is he that scary?"

"It's terrifying. I feel like he no longer has much reverence for life."

"Coward, you're scared like this just from seeing a glimpse of the future. Stay away from me, I need to sleep for a while. As for Aurora, I'll contact you if we need anything. You're on good terms with the Elephant Party, so it's not impossible that we can use you. You and Bain Capital need to work together to help us unify the party's situation and push the people we value to the top."

"Don't worry, I know all the Republicans."

Paul Singer bowed and scraped as he retreated to the other side of the plane. Ellison waited until he was far away before shakily covering himself with the blanket.

Ellison was very agitated, Paul Singer was afraid, and he was also a little confused.

Although he and Chen Yiran were old acquaintances, even friends, the friendship between the wealthy is nothing like the deep bond that ordinary people form in junior high or high school. It is a long-term, close relationship.

After all, everyone here has a net worth of tens of billions of dollars, with thousands of employees waiting to be fed, and the company's overall direction needs to be decided. So many wayward girls are waiting to be saved, so many female celebrities in the entertainment industry need guidance; everyone is very busy.

Therefore, among friends in the wealthy circle, it mainly comes down to first impressions and whether their goals align.

Ellison and Chen Yiran used to be very aligned, or rather, Jobs bound them together with his dying will. For a long time, in the eyes of outsiders, they were Jobs' best friend and Jobs' spiritual successor.

Ellison is now a little unsure whether he can keep up with Chen Yiran.

On a whim, Ellison took an iPod player from a small box next to him.

This was a prototype of the iPod, which Steve Jobs gave to him. Jobs had given him many things, none of which were particularly valuable, but they were all significant, groundbreaking products from Apple.

Ellison muttered to himself, "Oh, Steve, the great Mr. Steve Jobs, you really had a good eye. You just casually left behind that little bit of inheritance, and it'll be a significant chapter in history books. If only I had died back then, I would definitely have more pages in the books than that guy Gates."

Ellison felt he had to do something, that he needed to get closer to the Aurora Gang, and he didn't care about market value or antitrust issues anymore.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up the phone and called another of Steve Jobs' friends, Bob Iger of Disney.

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On July 4th, U.S. Independence Day, the atmosphere in the laboratory on Lanai Island was extremely tense.

Chen Yiran arrived late and was led to the two machines.

Gerald Edelman's voice came from one of the machines: "Why are you so slow? Such an important moment, and you're not here. They didn't dare to celebrate before, they were all waiting for you to come."

Paul Paterson's voice came from another machine: "Are we sure we want to celebrate? Although my self-awareness is still okay, and I've tentatively identified my personality, or rather, my machine personality? There haven't been any major changes, and I don't have any self-destructive tendencies, I still have a lot of doubts about my own state."

Chen Yiran didn't answer them, but instead called everyone over.

"I have an assignment for you, and although it's a challenging task, I still hope you can do your best to complete it. The way the two professors are behaving right now is really inelegant!"

I've designed an operational plan, which has already been uploaded to the cloud. You should work towards that plan. I need to see initial results by September.

An elderly, frail, and disabled man in a wheelchair raised his hand and said, "Boss, you don't need to mind us old folks. We don't mind this big metal box. It's much better than being ground into powder and put into a small metal can."

Chen Yiran shook his head: "It's not just a problem with your health, the main issue is that I can't present this metal box! I'm holding a press conference in September, I need something that looks better."

The crowd below was in an uproar. They had always thought this would be a project kept completely secret for the foreseeable future. They never expected Chen Yiran to dare to put it on the table so quickly.