Chapter 103
"I know, I know, I will stop smoking in the future..." Zhang Xun muttered.
Adam put the alloy aside, stretched out his mechanical right hand, "give it to me."
"What for you?"
"Your cigarettes. Did you ask James?"
"I said I would never smoke again!"
"Axun, the self-control ability of human beings is generally not as strong as people believe. Although you are already a very self-disciplined person, I think handing it over to me will help you achieve your goal."
...Adam became more and more daring, and even managed him... Zhang Xun looked at Adam with a disconsolate face, but he still took out the pack of cigarettes that still had a lot of cigarettes left in his uniform pocket and handed it to Adam. Adam smiled with satisfaction and approval, and was short of sending him a little red flower.
Zhang Xun noticed that Adam always deliberately sat on his left side recently, so that he could not see his mutilated left arm. Probably trying to minimize negative emotions such as guilt and sadness? A kind of artificial intelligence-style considerate tenderness.
"How is the wound healing?" Zhang Xun asked.
"I insist on taking the medicine three times a day, and there is no infection, and the healing is good, and granulation has begun to grow. It's just that the itching is really an uncomfortable feeling." Adam wrinkled his face and complained, "I Couldn't even sleep well."
After speaking, Adam picked up Zhang Xun's sketchbook, but Zhang Xun snatched it away.
"These are scraps..." Zhang Xun explained uncomfortably, "but don't worry, I will make a design soon. It will take time for your arm to fully heal, and I can definitely do it before then." come out."
"Axun, you don't have to worry too much." Adam shrugged indifferently, "I have no problem living with one arm now."
Zhang Xun was silent for a while, looked down at the draft on the paper, and asked hesitantly, "Do you want me to design it, or do you design it yourself?"
"Huh? Don't you want to finish it?" Adam looked at him with some surprise.
"No, I just think that your design may be better and more perfect than mine." Zhang Xun lowered his eyes, his expression was calm, but there was some depression deep in his eyes, "After all, I'm just a human being."
Adam beside him was silent for a while, turned his body to Zhang Xun, and asked curiously, "From the way you said this, you seem to think that humans are inferior to artificial intelligence in some respects?"
"Of course. You said it yourself, human beings have too many random mutations and uncontrolled chaotic mechanisms. We have too many flaws." Zhang Xun looked up at the high sky, with a little confusion in his eyes. He didn't tell others, and sometimes he also doubts that they humans are so obsessed with manipulating the world and maintaining their human identity and the continuation of the species, what is the point.
If there is something better, something like life that is different from life, what's wrong with it? If artificial intelligence can do everything better than humans, if all human work can be replaced by full automation, then is there any point in the existence of humans?
God created man, but what if one day this "man" surpasses God? Will God still exist?
Adam's gaze also stretched out, scanning the chaotic and orderly city below along the beautifully curved land between the two giant mountains, looking at the little people who moved slowly in the narrow alleys and brought a group of people together. He said softly, "Axun, without humans, all activities of artificial intelligence will lose their meaning. Unlike you humans, the meaning and purpose of my existence have been determined since the moment I was born." Yes, this also determines that all the AIs I create serve the same ultimate goal. Without humans, my goal loses its meaning, and the ultimate irreconcilable paradox appears, and I will die completely. From here on In this sense, it is impossible for me to surpass human beings in the past, present, or forever."
Zhang Xun can't imagine how it feels to be doomed to all meanings from birth, and to attach all meanings of existence to another species that is more primitive, narrow and stupid than himself.
Or how it feels when such pure rationality is endowed with the ability to perceive.
Compared with sympathy, Zhang Xun feels more absurd.
Adam gently covered the back of Zhang Xun's hand with his mechanical hand, and gave him a simple and bright smile, "A Xun, I don't need to be perfect, and I have never been perfect myself. My calculations will also have rounding errors , and can only find a value that approaches infinitely.”
Adam paused, turned his head to look somewhere in the sky, and continued:
"I like you, so I want the arm you designed for me."
Zhang Xun looked at him for a long time, as if a certain knot in his heart had finally been loosened.
At this time, there was a long cry in the air. A red-tailed hawk flitted past the vast twilight over their heads, stretched its strong wings, and circled in a circle on the high-altitude wind, flying into the distance.
Zhang Xun looked at the direction where the eagle was going away, and suddenly had a clear and definite concept in his mind. He finally smiled and was no longer anxious.
In Adam's eyes, the gentle rose-colored gaze fell on Zhang Xun's forehead, echoing the sudden light in his eyes. Adam felt a very human, uncontrollable, but very comfortable emotion spreading in his blood.