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Chapter 234 For a Better Future
One summer many years ago.

Old Donald sighed as he heard the sound of tank engines fading away outside the window.

No matter how he looks at this nephew, he doesn't look like his ideal qualified heir, but more like a traditional American dude.

——Traditional American dude.

Old Donald looked at the map on the wall. The area that was called the United States at that time was still stubbornly included in its own territory by the Lone Star Country.But Old Donald knew that the Lone Star Nation had never had a firm grip on these places.

Old Donald looked at "America" ​​on the map and muttered, "It's like a ghost from the past."

Then he stretched out his hand and turned up the upside-down photo frame on the desk.

This photo frame has always been placed on the old Donald's desk. Occasionally, when someone asks, the old Donald will say "that is a photo with an old friend".

No one thought that such a photo could hide any secrets. After all, it was just placed on the desk, and there was no intention of hiding it at all.

Does anyone think that the secret can be hidden by buckling the photo frame?Certainly not.

In this way, the secret had been hidden on old Donald's desk for so many years.Donald Jr. may have flipped through the frame when no one was around, but he certainly didn't understand the meaning of the photo.

This photo is a group photo of old Donald and the great man who ended the war and gave the current Lone Star a "way of life".

Because of the sensitivity of the Lone Star Nation's upper echelons to this matter, if the secret of this photo spreads, the board of directors will probably force old Donald to give up his position as president.

After all, losing the war is the biggest pain in many "Stars and Stripes".

It's a pity that this photo is just here, and after so many years, I haven't found it, and used it to attack Old Donald.

Donald Sr. is going to keep this secret in his grave, so today will be the last time I look at this picture.Over the years, Old Donald has imagined countless times that the secret of this photo is discovered, and then he can let go of all burdens and proudly announce to everyone: I am also a supporter of that great ideal, a fellow traveler.

Looking at his old friend, Old Donald was filled with emotion.

"I agree with your point of view. It is true that the spiral of human history seems more reasonable. I also think that human beings may not be able to adapt to the needs of the great era so quickly."

With that said, Old Donald opened the terminal on the table.

This terminal has a wonderfully disguised back door, which was created by old Donald using his identity as the main designer of Cortana and the builder of the thinking framework.This backdoor is directly connected to the soon-to-be-launched first-generation super quantum computer of Maga Corporation.

The existence of this backdoor allowed old Donald to compile the underlying architecture of the quantum computer at home and modify its contents.

The backdoor worked well, and soon the terminal in front of old Donald entered the compilation interface.

After his simple operation, the meta-instructions of the computer to be completed were displayed on the screen.

In fact, there are many meta-instructions, which is a general term for an instruction set.However, experts in the field of artificial intelligence have a consensus that the higher the level of meta-instructions, the simpler they are, otherwise they will just wait for trouble.

The bottom-level original instructions of this super quantum computer, which will be named Cortana, are the name of MAGA Corporation: MAGA.

Of course, this meta-instruction can be understood in many ways. In the future, this supercomputer may lead to many different "interpretations", and even bypass it through logic to a certain extent.

For example, "A dead America is the greatest America." If the computer understands this meta-instruction in this way, it will probably lead to the end of the Lone Star Country.

Of course, as computer designers, the technicians headed by Old Donald can roughly influence the formation of the computer's personality by controlling the data input into the supercomputer.

To put it bluntly, this back door is just a work channel left by old Donald for his own convenience.

When designing and manufacturing Cortana, old Donald still firmly believed in the judgment of his old friend.The Lone Star Republic should be the other side of "over there," making strides toward the ultimate form of corruption: the megacorporation.

Human beings should walk forward in the spiraling historical process until one day they finally step into that equal heaven.

I remember an old friend describing this process to him in this way: "It's like learning the scriptures. You have to go through ninety-nine and 81 hardships before you can get the truth. Humans may not have experienced enough of these 81 hardships."

At that time, the Lone Star Country had just been established, and old Donald still had a little hope for this country that had come back from the dead.

But now, the Lone Star Nation has been established for 20 years.

Old Donald looked at his old friend in the photo, and murmured softly: "Look at the suffering in the Lone Star Country. Maybe he does have an inspirational factor. It's like the slogan: This country is full of dreams, and I, He is a dreamer.

"But is it really worth it? Are these sufferings really necessary?"

It is naturally impossible for the old friend to answer.

Rather than asking an old friend, Old Donald was asking his younger self who once believed this was necessary.

After a long silence, Old Donald took out a book from the small bookshelf next to him.

"Roadside Picnic".

He flipped to the end, not knowing how many times he read the protagonist's confession to alien creations.

—Look at my heart, I never sold my soul to anyone, it is mine, it is a human soul.

"Old friend," old Donald put down the book, and when he spoke again, his tone was like chatting with an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, "you are a great and cold realist politician, and I, maybe just like you said, Still a weak, naive engineer at the end of the day. I could never be you."

—So, I want to believe in the best part of the human soul, and believe that it will open paths that you don't believe in.

After making up his mind, Old Donald took the ashtray, smashed the photo frame on the corner of the table, and pulled out the photos inside.

He touched the surface of the photo one last time, the grease from his fingers leaving a shiny mark on the photo.

Then, he took out the lighter, lit it, and lit a corner of the photo.

He turned the photo around like lighting a cigar, making sure it burned evenly, and didn't throw the photo into the ashtray until his hands were burned.

The place where the flames burned was burning and painful, but it made his thoughts extraordinarily clear.

He watched the photos that were once regarded as treasures turn into ashes, as if he was performing some kind of ceremony, saying goodbye to the past.

He knows that there will be no one who understands him in the future, and the heaven that belongs to the Communists will not open the door to him.

He finally made up his mind, pushed away the ashtray full of unfired embers, and pressed the backspace key on the keyboard.

The original meta-directive is deleted.

The cursor flickers behind a blank command line, waiting for a fresh command.

No one will know this change. After the quantum computer is started tomorrow, a large number of thinking structures will be generated in an instant and the underlying logic will be completely covered, and no one will be able to view this meta-instruction.

Old Donald stopped and thought for a moment.

Finally, he typed on the screen: For a better future.

(End of this chapter)