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

Lin Weiming was very anxious, but he managed to regain his composure on the surface.

Singapore is a place where it's summer all year round, and it's also humid and hot, with sauna-like weather all year round.

Now it's packed with people again, you can imagine how uncomfortable it is, and some patients with poor health even faint on the side.

Fortunately, the government was well prepared, with emergency doctors on standby and even distributing iced drinks to everyone.

Chen Modong is a complete chatterbox, constantly babbling on the side, and even pulled Lin Weiming into a LINE group.

LINE is a South Korean software that Apple acquired just last year. It is said that the reason for the acquisition was simply because Chen Yiran thought the name sounded good and fit the concept of instant messaging.

Thanks to the outrageous sales figures of Apple and Samsung, LINE has surpassed WhatsApp to become the world's most popular instant messaging app.

Lin Weiming said he didn't need it, but once he joined the group, he started secretly reading the conversations.

This is a group of over a hundred people, and the group name is "Living into the Next Century".

Chen Modong chuckled and said, "My old name was 'Live Until Next Christmas,' but now I have this hope that I'll have the chance to ride in Aurora's car. If Aurora can save my life, I'll be their henchman for life, a truly immortal henchman. I wonder if they'd be happy about that."

Lin Weiming was somewhat resistant. He wanted to prolong his life, but he still wanted some dignity. However, he also knew he didn't have much of a choice. Society was becoming increasingly surreal; even being a dog for the Aurora would probably require a long queue, with plenty of people willing to do it.

The group moved forward faster than expected, and an hour later, the two entered the exhibition center.

This area is divided into several sections, most of which are the same and contain related technical information.

In the very center, a stage was set up, above which was a temporary clean operating room, and next to it was a huge global media center and a viewing platform.

The camera on the duck video was broadcasting the situation inside 24 hours a day. It can be said that Claude Doffin, as a pioneer, completely abandoned his dignity in order to achieve immortality, and fully exposed his weakness to the world.

Lin Weiming and Chen Modong did not look at the instructions in the surrounding area, nor did they, like most people, stand around the stage aimlessly watching the human miracle that was taking place.

They went to an area away from the stage, which served as the service counter, and there was a long queue there.

It wasn't until this point that Lin Weiming realized Chen Modong, that gossipy old man, wasn't lying to him; he really was a patient.

There were two distinct groups at the scene: one group consisted of people who came purely to watch the spectacle and witness a moment in human history.

The other group consists of people with actual needs who come over to inquire about the situation, whether they have a chance or not.

The line here was much shorter than the line outside the venue. But Lin Weiming felt like he was waiting much longer. He kept gnawing forward as he watched a group of patients in the group chat trying to reassure themselves. After what seemed like forever, he finally reached the front of the line and could finally see the layout of the service counter.

This area has been transformed into more than a hundred small single rooms. At this moment, Chen Modong seemed to have lost his previous optimism and became silent.

Finally, the security personnel in front gestured for them to move forward. Lin Weiming and Chen Modong each found a room with an open door. Before going in, they looked at each other. Chen Modong was still smiling, but Lin Weiming felt that the smile was somewhat distorted.

A square-faced girl wearing an Aurora employee badge smiled and asked, "Hello, do you need a new student or family?"

Lin Weiming took a deep breath and said, "The new student, you mean this consciousness transfer that's happening right now, right?"

"We at Aurora define this as a new beginning, and the official sources will also refer to it as a new beginning."

"My mother has ALS, and it's already in its late stages. I hope she can have a new life. Also, there's no record of this disease in my parents' family, but both my parents have it. The doctor said it's hereditary in both of them, and when my father was alive, the technology wasn't advanced enough."

After my mother fell ill, she underwent genetic testing, which revealed a problem with the SOD1 gene. I didn't get tested; I'm afraid that if the results came out and others found out, it might affect my work.

But my son did it, and he had no problem with SOD1.

I actually think there's a high probability I'll get it, and now that I'm over forty, I'm at the peak of my health.

For some reason, Lin Weiming felt like he was about to break down in front of this completely unfamiliar staff member, and he suddenly began to recount the pressure he had been under over the years.

When his father was sick, he was just stressed. But after his mother also got sick, not only him, but also his wife and son became sensitive.

No one knows if this disease is hereditary. In recent years, he has become a little paranoid. Every time his fingers become stiff, every time he chokes on his words, even if it is just a normal physical reaction, he will be very scared, afraid that he will also get sick.

The square-faced girl tried to smile and reassure them, "Don't worry, Aurora's technology is designed to give everyone a different life. These things can all be addressed. Whether it's the new student program or exoskeletons and brain-computer interfaces, these are all effective solutions."

The effect wasn't very good. Square-faced girls naturally have a dignified and solemn appearance, and they always look very serious.

She quickly brought over several forms: "Really, don't be nervous. Just fill out these forms. Only fill in the red lines; the blue lines are what we'll need to fill in later during the survey."

Lin Weiming shakily picked up the pen and began to fill in the form. In addition to the basic information such as name, nationality, and age, there were also some basic physical indicators.

But as he looked further, he realized that the chart revealed that neither he nor his mother deserved to live.

Professional expertise and competence are required, including top achievements, verifiable patent numbers, papers, company affiliations, and works. Resources available should include technology, networks, and political influence.

He felt he had no competitive advantage in these areas, so he had to rack his brains to embellish himself in a few more flexible areas.

Many of the questions on Aurora clearly require a statement of opinion.

For example, one question directly and bluntly asks: What can you do for Aurora Group? Are you willing to sign a service agreement? Do you agree to have your consciousness data used for research? Why do you want to continue living? What do you plan to do after being reborn? Are you willing to fight for the future of Aurora?

He desperately tried to show his loyalty, portraying himself as someone who would give his heart for the aurora borealis.

Finally, he also looked at the contents of the blue lines, which included physical compatibility conditions, estimated remaining lifespan, psychological assessments, and the like.

After filling out his own form, he hesitated and asked, "What about my mother's? How do I answer the subjective questions? She's already in the late stages; she has difficulty even moving her eyes and blinking, and it's very difficult for her to communicate."

The square-faced girl waved her hand and said, "It's okay, just fill in the basic information. If she's a freshman, we can connect her to a brain-computer interface and ask her questions directly in virtual space."

By the way, your mother hasn't developed dementia, has she? If so, then there's nothing we can do.

"No, no, my mother just has locked-in syndrome. She has always been able to communicate with us. She uses blinking and alphabet boards. A few days ago, she even had effective communication with our caregiver. But now blinking has become very difficult, making communication very troublesome. She may not be able to spell out a sentence in a day."

Lin Weiming composed himself at the door before opening it and walking out. Although they had only known each other for a short time, he didn't want to lose his composure in front of Chen Modong, who was only twenty years old.

He looked around but didn't see Chen Modong, so he took out his phone to send a message to ask.

Then the group chat exploded. Chen Modong said in the group that because fatal familial insomnia is so rare, the people from Aurora took him directly for testing.

Once his illness is confirmed, Aurora will take care of his future!

He even nudged Lin Weiming, saying he had to break his promise. They had said they were going to have bak kut teh after the meal, but it would have to be another time.

Lin Weiming's face immediately fell, overwhelmed by envy, jealousy, and resentment. He found a corner, pulled out his phone, and asked, "Little Lin, come out here and look up what fatal familial insomnia is!"

A magnetic voice rang out from the phone: "Oh no, my dear Lin Weiming, don't tell me you have fatal familial insomnia. It's even more troublesome than your parents' ALS."

Moreover, isn't this probability too high? Your parents both having ALS is already a lottery-level event.

"You think you're qualified to get involved in fatal familial insomnia? Your luck is truly exceptional, you must have committed countless evil deeds in your past life."

Lin Weiming regretted it a little. He didn't know what he was thinking back then, but he had trained his AI to be so disrespectful, and now it would tease him all the time.

He became more serious and said, "Tell me quickly, what is this disease? Is the mortality rate high? How rare is it?"

The AI ​​intelligently sensed his seriousness and became solemn: "Fatal familial insomnia is extremely rare. It was first reported in 1986 by Dr. Lugaresi of the Faculty of Medicine at the University of Bologna, Italy. By 1998, only nine families worldwide had been confirmed to carry the mutated gene, with 23 confirmed cases."

As of 2014, 40 families worldwide had been identified as carrying the mutated gene, but fewer than 100 cases had actually developed the disease. The average disease duration was only one year, with a 100% mortality rate.

Currently, an average of 7 to 8 new cases are added each year, but due to the rapid progression of the disease, there are basically only 7 to 8 surviving patients.

Old Lin, you used to ask me a lot of questions about ALS, and I felt that most of the time you were just being paranoid. I hope this time, it's just that you saw some snippets of information online.

Lin Weiming didn't reply to AI; he squatted down against the wall.

He was somewhat at a loss; in fact, he had some hope before he came.

ALS is not a common disease. Because both his parents have ALS, and he may have inherited it, he has become quite knowledgeable about the disease through his long experience with it.

The number of people with ALS in Singapore is only a little over one hundred, which is quite rare.

In his opinion, this should be considered to have some research value.

But now he realizes that there are illnesses beyond illnesses, and symptoms beyond symptoms.

Lin Weiming looked at the viewing platform next to the stage, which was level with the stage and one or two stories higher than where he was on the ground.

He suddenly felt like a complete failure, that he couldn't compare to the high-ranking officials and dignitaries above him in terms of achievements.

Now, even when they're sick, they can't compete with a young person.

Now we can only hope that the cheesy words he filled out on the form will move Aurora.

He can be a dog, and he can love the aurora borealis.