Chapter 190
"40 kilometers? We don't have much water, food and food left, unless there is a supply station on the road." James scratched the beard that had grown a lot on his chin irritably.
Enoch said in his gentle and steady voice, "During the Third World War, several major cities here were hit by devastating air raids, coupled with the dry land and harsh climate, the population has become very sparse. , Most of the towns have been abandoned. Coupled with the recent increase in the number of rioters, the chances of finding a supply station are not high."
Diego sneered, with sarcasm, "Thank you for your encouragement."
"We have to try." Zhang Xun turned to look at them, his face was covered with oil, but his eyes were firm, "Staying here will lead to a dead end no matter whether you encounter rioters or mechanical police."
They recovered some compressed food and several bottles of drinking water from the dead driver's carry-on luggage, and found two first-aid kits in the cargo hold, stuffing them all in their carry-on luggage. As a robot, Enoch has the strongest endurance, carrying four or five packages on his body, almost like a walking luggage rack. The others also carried at least one luggage bag each. Like ants, a group of four stepped into the endless wilderness in front of them.
When the sun rises to noon, the earth seems to be steaming with heat. Zhang Xun's legs trembled as he walked, and his throat seemed to burst into flames. But he was reluctant to drink the remaining water in the bottle, worried that he would never find a source of water on the way.
Both James and Diego also showed signs of exhaustion, only Enoch, who was carrying a mountain of luggage in front, was still walking like flying.
Zhang Xun suddenly envied these robots that can move by solar energy...
Except for a short break at noon, they hardly stopped until the sun went down, and then they found a place near the exposed rocks to stop and rest. Zhang Xun, who hastily ate compressed food to satisfy his hunger, feels that there is probably nothing more unpalatable in the world than these polymer compound foods that only focus on practicality and don't care about taste, as if they are gnawing on a broken brick.
When night fell, Diego was snoring loudly next to him, and James was keeping watch not far away. Zhang Xun Mingming was so tired that his legs were about to break, but he couldn't sleep because of the noise.
Suddenly, a pair of hands gently covered his ears, and the thunderous snoring sound suddenly disappeared.
Zhang Xun raised his eyes and saw Enoch's face upside down in his field of vision. In the light of the stars and the moon, the blue glass bead-like eyes lacked the dry and artificial texture of machinery, and were a little more...like the agility of the soul.
Zhang Xun realized that there was some kind of audio coming from Cong Enuo's palm, which happened to cancel out Diego's snoring and all kinds of white noise in the surrounding wilderness. He was amazed at the comprehensive and sophisticated programming of the service robot, and curiously reached out and grabbed Enoch's hand.
Enoch blinked his eyes a few times, and let Zhang Xun grab his hand and look carefully at the small hole where the sound came out. Zhang Xun couldn't see that Enuo's eyes were completely human at this time, and a faint melancholy lingered between his brows.
"Enoch, do you remember who your administrator is?" Zhang Xun suddenly asked softly.
Enoch nodded, "I remember. All AIs will remember all their administrators."
"AI will have a special... bondage to its administrators. Some people say that in order to achieve their goals, AI must extend their lifespan as long as possible, and administrators have the most power to determine their fate. But I've always wondered, do AIs have special preferences between different admins? If so, why?"
Zhang Xun wasn't sure if he was asking Enoch or talking to himself. However, Enoch still answered, "I rarely interact with other robots, and the data I get is limited. But as far as I am concerned, I have preferences."
Zhang Xun raised his eyebrows slightly, and there seemed to be bits and pieces of hope in his eyes.
Enoch tilted his head slightly, as if he was recalling the memory stored in the hard disk, "Every administrator has different abilities, and the way of interacting with us is also different. The administrator who has the deepest and most complicated interaction with me regards me as a He's a very lonely man who gave his affections to a human being like him."
Zhang Xun felt as if there were many small needles pricking his chest. He wanted to laugh at himself, laughing at himself for wanting to get a little comfort from a service robot. Wanting to hold on to even a little thing to make sure that everything he and Adam had between him was real.
"Is he still your administrator?" Zhang Xun asked.
Enoch paused for a long time, beyond the reaction time of ordinary AI, "He is not anymore."
"Will you remember him?"
Enoch nodded, "Yes, I randomly call up a memory of the time I was with him every day. I realized that revisiting those data can help me run more smoothly, although I'm not sure why."
Zhang Xun knows that AI does not have a human body, so it is impossible to have the same emotions as humans. But perhaps, AI can also generate emotions, but it is just a kind of interaction process that is less romantic in the eyes of humans, and is more alienated and coldly rooted in reality.
Zhang Xun looked at this service robot who seemed to have some inexplicable affection for him, and he missed the other pair of blue eyes more and more.
They set out on the road again when the sky was getting dark, hoping to catch up with the weather before noon. However, after walking about ten miles away, Enoch suddenly stopped, turned his head to a line of defense, and listened carefully.