Zhong Yingji was disappointed.

This memory seems to have happened.

"Master, are you really their student?"

The engineer sighed: "yes, although I'm not their only student, I was very lucky that day. They need a recorder. Believe me, our students, everyone is willing to do anything for them, anything

Engineers speak with infinite reverence, or faith!

In his mouth, the two people in the memory film, father and mother, are the real gods!

"God is the only one who can create a new species."

Zhong Yingji couldn't help pleading: "about the scheme of" testing artificial intelligence awakening "mentioned by his mother in memory... Can you tell me more, senior

Quiet, extremely quiet.

Zhong Yingji slapped his ears, which was like slapping himself.

When the door opened, Qin Yaxin stood at the door, looking at the scene in surprise.

The engineer has been disconnected.

Zhong Yingji sighs, ignores Qin Yaxin and goes out straight.

"What is the solution to test AI?"

"Turing test and the three laws of robotics are shit..."

"Why are the first pair of AI created by infinite company sisters?"

"Why not two human forms, one male and one female?"

"Don't fathers and mothers want to be gods? Why not create Adam and Eve directly? "

These questions gnawed at his head like worms.

After a long time, Zhong Yingji calmed down. He raised his hand and looked at the time. There were still three hours left for the appointment with Ji Binghuang.

At 8 p.m., the reception building in the south of the city. I'm afraid there will be a special banquet tonight.

I thought that I had come to the big farm market not far from the old lane.

Here people come and go, crowded, Zhong Yingji wry smile, how to get to this place.

It was so dirty around him, especially the fishy smell of all kinds of seafood mixed together, which made him feel like vomiting. He was about to run away and ran into the person behind him.

"Sorry, i... ah, Miss yin?" Zhong Yingji apologized half, only to find that he was an acquaintance.

In front of him was a middle-aged man with a blue plastic bag. He was wearing a pair of old-fashioned glasses with big frame. The leg of the glasses was broken and wrapped with adhesive tape.

A little bald middle-aged man is also smiling: "Oh, it's Mr. Zhong. It's a coincidence that you've come to buy vegetables, too?"

Zhong Yingji coughed: "no, I have a student near here. The car stops far away..."

Mr. Yin's face was numb: "Oh, Mr. Zhong is still a tutor."

Zhong Yingji made an awkward appearance: "don't say it at school. Well, I'm afraid the director is not happy to know."

Yin teacher nodded: "understand, now the school forbids to go out to pick up work to do tutoring." Then he opened the plastic bag and felt for a long time to find an apple without a hole: "I just bought it. It looks bad, but it tastes good..."

"No..." Zhong Yingji quickly waved his hand and sighed: "you are also a senior biology teacher in the school. Your income is not low. You don't have to work so hard."

Teacher Yin heiran: "I tell you, when the apple has holes, the flesh will contact the air. After slight fermentation, it contains a lot of acid bacteria, which is good for human body, and it tastes like fruit wine."

Zhong Yingji speechless: "that is, that is, you are not bad money, just like to eat this kind of apple."

Mr. Yin took off his glasses and wiped them on his white jacket: "Mr. Zhong is joking. I'm alone. I just want to buy a house for the aged. I have all my money. I can't help it. Knowledge can't change my fate."

Zhong Yingji deals with it absently.

This teacher Yin guiwan is the most humble person anywhere. In Maxim high school, he is conscientious and very low-key. He never attends teachers' parties. Recently, the leader of the physical and chemical evaluation group was the best candidate for his qualifications, but it was a young man who finally took office

Good to say is to take the initiative to let the virtuous, magnanimous, difficult to say is no ability, cowardly.

And in school, the two almost have no intersection.

"Mr. Zhong, I have to buy some dishes...""Oh, OK. We'll have dinner together when we're free. The barbecue shop outside the school is good."

"Ha ha, Mr. Zhong, I believe in Buddhism."

"Ah, I'm sorry. I have something to do. I'll go first..."

After the pale and boring conversation, Zhong Yingji left in a hurry.

Yin guiwan silently looked at his back and shook his head: "I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain. It's only because I am in the mountain."

He didn't know when a Buddhist bead appeared in his hand. He gently pinched it. At this time, he felt unpredictable.

Yin guiwan bought a lot of vegetables in the vegetable market and more than 20 jin of tofu. He stood at the intersection and waited.

After a while, a blue garbage truck slowly came from the street. Mr. Yin walked quickly with his things and got on the garbage truck directly.

The back seat of the garbage truck was full of vegetables. The driver speechless began to accelerate. In the roaring sound, pedestrians and vehicles on the road kept away.

In this way, I came to a dilapidated street in Putuo District.

After crossing the street, a strange smell came from the front.

The open space with the sign of "garbage disposal station" is full of more than ten garbage mountains.

Just behind the dump, there is a mottled temple.

Now the unknown temple is surrounded by plastic bottles and paper shells.

The red and green drink bottles were stacked neatly, and the green and gray walls of the temple were full of flies.

Burning garbage has caused the high temperature here. Piles of garbage have become the best hotbed. Not only are there flies, but also all kinds of insects that can't be seen in the city.

When the garbage truck stopped, three or five people came out of the temple and began to move things quietly.

Soon, the smell of stewed bean curd with cabbage came from the temple.

Yin guiwan walked into the temple.

Behind the dilapidated temple is a courtyard.

On a stone tablet in the courtyard is written "zero one temple".

Unexpectedly, it was very clean here. A row of stone mounds carved with Buddha statues were full of people.

If you look at it carefully, the Buddha statues carved on the stone mound are very strange. They are all the images of Buddhist monks composed of skeletons, or not skeletons, but metal wires

And the people sitting on the stone mound are also strange.

Someone lost half of his face, revealing the bones under his skin, like half a skeleton.

Others have only one leg and one hand.

More people have dark eyes, no eyes, only withered eyes, dark red gathered together, such as dead earthworms.

They all stood up and looked respectfully at Yin guiwan.

"Master wan..."

"Teacher wan..."

Everyone was whispering.

Yin guiwan smiles and takes out the rotten apple in the bag: "eat something first, where is the master?"

In a small Buddhist hall in the courtyard, a tall figure came out.

The tall figure limped along, wearing a gray monk's robe. His face was extremely handsome, and he could not even see his age.

Yin guiwan put his hands together: "master lingjue."

The monk also stood up with one hand: "Mr. engineer."

Both of them were smiling. The wind moved the robe of master lingjue, revealing a leg made of metal.

It's like a leg made up of all kinds of fragments, with a trace of blue blood, all from the parts on all kinds of e-waste here

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