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

Lin Weiming stood there by the stage, looking up at the stage where dozens of medical staff and scientists were busy.

While he was described as busy, he was mostly observing data, occasionally exchanging ideas with Claude Dauphin, or taking the Wanderer and Claude Dauphin to do something in the virtual world.

Perhaps this technology isn't as complicated as it seems, and perhaps he still has a chance.

Lin Weiming tried to reassure himself until the wristband on his wrist started flashing and vibrating, a reminder that his ticket was due.

He followed the crowd out, glancing back at the viewing platform as he left, and his eyes met those of a young man. He didn't know if the young man was a patient's family member, someone who had come to watch the spectacle, or someone as pitiful as Chen Modong.

Looking at the crowd leaving, Little John asked Old John helplessly, "Can I go now?"

Old John raised an eyebrow: "Impossible, I will definitely see this batch of new students with my own eyes."

"No, you can watch it if you want, but why do you insist that I watch it with you? Also, stop raising your eyebrows all the time, it's really weird."

"You unfilial son! Your grandfather always raises his eyebrows like that. It's such a good tradition, and you're not learning it. That's truly unfilial. Besides, who am I doing this for? Isn't it all for you!"

John scoffed, glanced at the stage, and said, "Even if I were to, I wouldn't mess with this freshman. No food, no sex—what's the point of life? Might as well die!"

Old John pulled out a brochure: "How about we learn some future knowledge? Those tastes and pleasures are all brain signals! They can all be created."

Do you know The Matrix?! From now on, you can eat whatever you want, enjoy delicious food every day, and not worry about gaining weight! Also, you won't have to fear AIDS anymore, even if your life is chaotic.

"I didn't need to be afraid in the first place."

"Heh, you're quite proud of yourself, aren't you? You big idiot, getting sick is one thing, but you chose a particularly dangerous one. The doctor said it's a drug-resistant strain, and a very dangerous one at that! Don't be fooled by your current good health; you're dead in a year!"

John still looked disdainful, but then he suddenly remembered the helpless crowds he had just seen walking away, so he picked up the brochure and took a look.

This is a brochure specially provided by Aurora, and it has only been provided to the Singapore government and Trafigura Group so far.

The issues regarding the identification of new students, which have not yet been made public, are all explained clearly here.

Initially, the scientific community was quite dissatisfied with the aurora's unethical behavior of directly crossing God's forbidden zone. However, after they realized that they could not stop it, they immediately got involved, hoping to at least prevent the aurora from going astray.

After three rounds of discussions, they summarized a set of criteria for identification.

In fact, the experiments on Lanai Island have been progressing, and six of the elderly, weak, sick and disabled people have already been successfully reborn.

They all passed the certification, which reassured the scientific community somewhat.

John was quite impressed when he opened the first page of the manual.

On the first page, Aurora wrote: "For our first customers who trust us, Aurora will provide the best service. In the future, Aurora Group will offer a consciousness backup service, which we can provide once free of charge to our first customers."

"Dad, what does this 'consciousness backup' mean?"

Old John was a little exasperated: "Your grandfather and I both love reading, we've read a lot of science fiction, how can you be so ignorant? What's there not to understand? It's just a backup."

There's a similar concept in "Displacement City," where people can be scanned into digital copies and then achieve immortality in the virtual world. "The War of the Old Men" also features a similar plot.

However, the most fitting example would be "Altered Carbon," the most classic one. It depicts a future where humans have cortical discs implanted in their cervical spine, storing their consciousness and memories within. As long as the disc remains intact, death of the physical body is irrelevant. The disc can be inserted into a new body and function just as well.

The wealthy people inside can synchronize their consciousness to a data center via satellite every day, and even if they get killed, it's fine—they can just use that!

John hesitated for a moment and said, "Won't it happen that the same consciousness is backed up multiple times, resulting in multiple versions of me?"

"Don't say anything that spoils the fun; we should believe in the aurora borealis!"

Seeing his father's serious expression, John didn't dare to argue and continued reading the introduction.

He originally thought that the identification scheme of the world's smartest minds and most cutting-edge technology, which brought together the world's most advanced humans, should be very elegant.

The test plans turned out to be quite crude. The first test involved giving the wet component's brain a severe shock with a magnetic pulse!

If the reaction is complex and involves both differentiation and integration, it proves that the wet component possesses a conscious physical process.

What followed was a series of complex questions, some of which John Jr. considered philosophical.

He felt that these were all just money swindled by those poor scientists and were of no use.

Various practical tests still make some sense. For example, each time consciousness shifts, brain activity needs to be strictly monitored, and brainprint snapshots need to be taken to confirm that adjacent snapshots are highly continuous.

There are also brainprint stimulation tests on the photos, which are compared with those before the transfer.

This includes metabolic costs; you might deliberately show newborns things they really dislike to see if it increases their metabolic waste.

There are also automatic interferences, chained real-time challenges, old conditioned reflexes, and the like.

In short, from the perspective of John, a layman, the current assessment is convincing enough. Moreover, judging from this description, the perception of wet devices is quite strong; current technology allows for experiencing eating and sleeping in a virtual world.

It even says that after the first two people who did the experiment completed the experiment, the wet device began to evolve on its own, autonomously developing the ability to not need to sleep and automatically running while resting, just like a dolphin.

Maybe in the future we'll be able to have unlimited stamina in the virtual world and party like crazy 24/7.

John looked at his excited father and asked, "So, how much will it cost? Ten or twenty million? It won't be a hundred million, will it? Our family only has a hundred million US dollars. What if we both have babies and then run out of money?"

Let me make this clear beforehand: even if I became a robot, I still couldn't overcome my extravagant spending habits. It's all your fault; you always told me that as long as it's not illegal, spending a little more money is okay.

Old John said nonchalantly, "It's not expensive. I heard it's probably tens of millions of dollars per person. Of course, this isn't a big problem."

Silly child, do you think the world will still be the same after immortality is confirmed? Simply put, money is useless here at Aurora!

A new world is coming, you silly boy! Maybe in the future, the Trafigura Group won't just be trading commodities on Earth anymore, and we won't just be transporting goods on Earth anymore!

John Jr. was quite familiar with his father's company. Trafigura was the world's largest commodity trader, dealing in Middle Eastern oil, Australian iron ore, and Brazilian grain.

They always manage to sell their goods to where they are most needed. They even dare to go to places others wouldn't, such as Congo, Angola, and Venezuela, and they can handle the settlement and logistics.

This most primitive business model requires the most experienced traders, so Trafigura Group did not consider going public at all, but instead adopted a large-scale employee stock ownership plan. The company has a total of 700 shareholders, and they are very evenly distributed. Even the original six founders did not have many more shares than others.

The company's cohesion is quite remarkable. Most shareholders don't even leave their shares to their families after they die; instead, they negotiate a share buyback plan with the company before they pass away.

It can be said that the Trafigura Group truly does not support idlers; everyone is an elite workaholic who doesn't even have the concept of retirement and is always aiming to work until they die.

John nodded: "You know what, looking at it this way, Tok seems like a good fit. Turn everyone into robots and just put you on the ship. Let you transport goods every day, all year round."

"That's the plan! Now we're just waiting for Old Dove. Once he succeeds, those three old men over there will immediately be reborn. In the future, we'll all be reborn. And since we just changed our registration to Singapore, it's very convenient."

We will fully integrate with Aurora. Price is no longer an issue, since neither of us are publicly listed companies. We will adopt Aurora's new system; after joining, you can earn—well, a currency issued by Aurora—for your work.

John exclaimed in surprise: "What's going on? Aurora has issued its own currency? Like Bitcoin? Right now, a lot of people are saying that Bitcoin was created by Chen Yiran to fleece investors."

Old John said with a worried look, "Sigh, this monetary system is really not to our liking, it's too frivolous. Aurora calls it credit points, and it's used for internal resource exchange. And the logo is a dog's head! Internally at Aurora, they call it Dogecoin, and it seems they've already started using it to pay part of the employees' salaries."

"As expected, the world is getting more and more insane."

Old John looked up at the group of people not far away and whispered to his son, "There are plenty of crazy things happening. The Singapore government is really outrageous. Look at those people, they're all lunatics!"

How crazy is it?

"I heard they want to order a super-large wetware computer from Aurora, then directly transfer the consciousness of all the current high-ranking government officials into it for learning, creating a super-large intelligent AI, and then everything in Singapore will be decided by this AI!"

John looked to his right; that was a designated area for the Singapore government, and they had been keeping a close eye on the new students.

Just then, the Singaporean officials all took out their phones, and then several of the highest-ranking officials hurriedly left.

"Dad! Those Singaporeans ran away in a hurry. I've seen that in movies. Are some terrorists coming to cause trouble soon? Are we going to be blown up here before we even have immortality?"

Old John didn't take it seriously at first, until he saw the security personnel begin clearing the area.

"There shouldn't be any problems. Trust Aurora; even if there are unexpected issues, we can handle them."