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

When Lin Weiming landed in Singapore, he thought he had gone to the wrong place. Everything here was so familiar, but there were tourists dressed in strange clothes everywhere.

He was a bit annoyed because these people who were just there to stir things up had made his plane ticket home five times more expensive. Even then, he almost couldn't get a ticket back. It was only thanks to Singapore Airlines opening several special flights for Singapore citizens that he was able to return to Singapore on time.

He didn't even eat before rushing home.

As a third-generation Singaporean Chinese, his family was doing quite well, and his shipping agency job was also quite lucrative. Therefore, they moved to a five-room HDB flat in Clementi, which was over 150 square meters, excluding common areas.

HDB flats are a welfare benefit provided to Singapore citizens. Although they are cheap houses, the facilities are actually very good and the amenities are complete, making them quite respectable.

As soon as he entered, a round-faced woman quickly took the luggage from his hands and whispered, "She just fell asleep, so keep your voice down. She hasn't been feeling well these past few days, but her hearing seems to be sharper."

Lin Weiming sighed, "Thank you, Aunt Wu."

Wu Ma didn't say anything, but took the local specialties from her luggage to the kitchen and started sorting and placing them.

Lin Weiming hesitated at the door of the master bedroom for a moment, afraid of waking his mother, but did not go in and went directly to the study.

Wu Ma had already placed all the letters here. Lin Weiming, with a clear goal in mind, took out the various bills and looked at them, then felt a chill run down his spine.

Singapore's system can be described as making this small country highly competitive, but it can also be described as ruthless.

Many people jokingly say that Lee Kuan Yew is like a Paradox Interactive player, and in fact, that is true.

Like a patriarch, he sets life goals for Singaporeans: to strive forward when young and to retire gracefully when old.

When Lin Weiming was young, he didn't think there was anything wrong with this, but now that he's almost fifty, the system has worn down his edges over the past decade.

Ten years ago, his father was diagnosed with ALS and endured five years of treatment.

My father started going in and out of the hospital frequently. He often had lung infections, needed surgery at the emergency room, and sometimes even had to go to the ICU. Then he had to go to the community hospital for rehabilitation. Money was being spent like water.

Singapore's health insurance has an annual cap of 70,000 Singapore dollars, totaling 200,000 Singapore dollars for life, which sounds like a lot. But for chronic illnesses like this, it's still not enough. That limited amount is like being scooped out spoonful by spoonful; it's depleted in the third year and completely empty in the fifth year.

Then things changed, and became even more distorted.

Singaporeans have a mandatory savings system for home purchases and healthcare. China's Central Provident Fund (CPF) system is modeled after Singapore's.

However, Singapore's system is even more ruthless. To avoid over-medicalization, this Medisave has a daily spending limit of 450 per day; no more than that will be paid out.

This almost forces some families to give up treatment when they should.

Lin Weiming was initially unwilling, but the cash flow was like a floodgate opening, and every ICU visit gave him a headache. The family's cash was almost gone. In the end, his father insisted on signing a pre-medical directive, requesting that the patient not be intubated or put on a ventilator.

My father was tired and didn't want to continue.

Over the past five years, Lin Weiming has come to truly understand this system, which forces people to give up. In the eyes of the government, diseases that require more than 450 yuan a day are unnecessary medical treatments that can be given up with dignity.

My father still had tens of thousands of yuan left in his health savings account, and he never withdrew all of it.

According to regulations, the money was transferred to his mother in cash.

Lin Weiming felt somewhat unfilial at the time, because at the moment his father signed the document, he felt both distressed and relieved.

The father was no longer suffering and had some money left, which he felt was better than dragging the family into debt.

But God played a cruel joke on him; two months later, his mother fell ill with the same disease.

It's another cycle, another five years. The good news is that in 2013, the government raised the medical insurance limit, and now it's 30 yuan.

The bad news is that it still didn't last long. He was still frequently going in and out of the hospital, still suffering from lung infections, and still being in the ICU, which was consuming his medical insurance funds.

Now his mother's medical insurance limit has also been exhausted. This time, the family has learned from experience, and his mother clearly stated that once the medical insurance is used up, they will not spend a single penny in cash and will simply leave.

Aunt Wu came over and said, "Xiaoming, your mother said something to me a few days ago. She's starting to lose control of her blinking. We've tried so hard, but she still can't blink easily now."

She wanted to see her grandson and asked if she could take time off from school in the US. Then she asked me to tell you not to try anything more; she's exhausted.

At this point, Wu Ma also shed tears. She had been working as a nanny in this family for more than ten years, and the bond between master and servant had become very deep.

Lin Weiming shook his head: "Aunt Wu, I still want to try again. I'll check out that Aurora live stream; maybe the price isn't too high."

"Sigh, your mom must have seen this news, which is why she's afraid you'll ask about the price. If this technology really can keep people alive indefinitely, the price must be outrageous, and she's worried you'll borrow money to do it."

"Let me go ask. Aurora is a Singaporean company, so maybe they can offer some discounts. I'll go check on her in a bit, but don't mention it. Cover for me."

"All right."

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The next day, Lin Weiming went to the hospital. The attending physician explained to him very clearly that if his mother did not go to the ICU, she might only have a few months left.

He left the hospital like a zombie. At the hospital entrance, he wanted to shout a few times to vent his frustration, but being a Singaporean, he instinctively stopped himself from doing so. Adults shouldn't break down so easily.

Moreover, making loud noises in front of the hospital could lead to a complaint and a fine.

He took the subway to the Singapore Expo, Singapore's largest single convention and exhibition center, covering 100,000 square meters. From a distance, he could see the endless queues at the entrance.

The man in front of him, with dark circles under his eyes and a friendly demeanor, saw his stunned expression and laughed, saying, "It's normal. So many people from all over the world have been coming here lately, and we have quite a few patients from Singapore too. They all want to see the situation. My name is Chen Modong, and I'm just here to see what's going on. Is your family in need, or are you just here to watch the excitement?"

Lin Weiming frowned and said, "Hello, my name is Lin Weiming. I came here because I really needed to. I thought everyone would watch the live stream online at home, but I didn't expect so many people to come in person. Wasn't it said that each ticket only allows you to watch for one hour? There are still so many people here."

Chen Modong said somewhat awkwardly, "Actually, there's not much to see. It's said that the whole process takes a week, and you might not even be able to catch the crucial moments when you go in. But after all, it's the world's first public consciousness transfer, so it's a testament to that."

A branch venue has also been set up at the Singapore Sports City National Stadium. Tickets will be sold and the live broadcast will take place there in six days.

They also show it at the government building's large field; it's really not much different from watching it at home, it's just that there are more people and it creates a better atmosphere.

Lin Weiming was very busy with work and didn't know much about the live broadcast, so he quickly asked, "What does the key time point mean?"

Chen Modong's eyes lit up, and he began to explain to him the current issues regarding the identification of consciousness transfer.

"Hey, there needs to be some kind of metric. You can't just say that the aurora is immortality and that's it. How can we ordinary people know if this counts as a real transfer of consciousness? What if it's just an AI simulation?"

Of course, "consciousness transfer" is our common term. The scientists say it's a kind of rebirth, a holistic extraction of a person's behavioral patterns, and that newborns will use a wet-cell and artificial chip as their brain.

To be honest, it makes no difference; at least you're still alive.

"So how do you explain this indicator?"

Chen Modong, adopting the air of an expert, began his introduction: "That's very professional. I've seen hundreds of scientists here, including dozens of Nobel laureates."

"So what happened?"

"So of course I don't know, we'll just wait and see, buddy."

Lin Weiming fell silent. He felt that the onlookers and he, as a patient's family member, really couldn't connect.

To everyone's surprise, Chen Modong whispered, "I was just kidding. I really do have needs; I wasn't just watching the show."

"Is someone in your family sick too?"

Chen Modong laughed carefree, his words brimming with optimism.

"No, it's me. I have fatal familial insomnia. I've already started experiencing symptoms, and I estimate I have about six months left to live. It's a very rare disease. I was thinking of asking when I go in for a visit later if they could give me special treatment, maybe even use me for some experiments."

Looking at the boy in front of him, Lin Weiming felt a pang of sadness, followed by a sense of worry.

Looking ahead, there was an endless line of people.

Looking back, he had only been there for a little over ten minutes, and the area behind him was already completely jammed.

With so many people, how many of them are family members of patients, and how many have difficult or complex illnesses? Leaving aside whether he can raise enough money, even if he can, how long will he have to wait in line for surgery? Will his mother be able to wait that long?

Will he be able to wait that long? His parents' final tests showed a family history of the disease, so his chances of contracting it are quite high.

Chen Modong seemed to understand what Lin Weiming was thinking and comforted him, saying, "Why don't you go in and ask? You know, this is something the whole world is paying attention to. We Singaporeans are already very lucky."

The world's eyes are now on this; we're at least among the closest to it.