My father's name is William Ferguson. Yes, you heard me right. The former senior engineer of Miaoling Heavy Industry （MLHI）and responsible for the manufacture of large-scale military weapons, including my current body. You may think that I am lucky to have such a father, but the opposite is true. In many cases, a person's morals cannot be compared with his talents. I regret that my biological father is such a person. In 2029, That is, 24 years ago, I spent a little bit of money and fucked my mother in an apartment on the outskirts of Los Angeles. She gave birth to me a year later, but he refused to be responsible for the two of us. At that time, he was just a playboy, wearing the title of a master of Stanford University, and squandering in the West Bank with his father's one billion dollars.
My mother lost her father and mother from an early age. She survived a car accident, but the aftereffects of the high fever took her away. She was kept in an orphanage until she was twelve years old. The Asshole dean picked out some beautiful girls from the orphanage and was "adopted" by the second head of a Korean chaebol named Yue, who sent them to an island in Vietnam for the world Among the rich and powerful, including my mother, she later told me that one night she only remembered that her thighs were dripping with blood and the white sheets were stained red. She did not remember how many similar experiences she had ever had. Those influential powers had their faces covered, and the girls were blindfolded before entering the room.
One day, she met a guest who liked her very much. In the text written by my mother, learned of her tragic fate. His conscience was not overwhelmed by lust, so the guest decided to spend one hundred thousand dollars to redeem After leaving my mother and adopting it as an adopted daughter, my mother later recalled that it was the happiest time in her life, and she could no longer bear the days of being bullied by a group of "brute".
Who knows that the noble's natural daughter couldn't eat the vinegar and called out a group of thugs to kick my mother out of the door, Nah, my poor mom, Dumb eat Coptis. she was only 15 years old and can't speak, what can she do? She eventually had to choose that shameful job.
At the cost of her beauty and youth, she exchanged my milk powder and diapers in places that were not seen and pulled me by one hand. Maybe it 's the bad inheritance that my biological father inherited from me. I started to make troubles since I was a kid. I did n't study well and followed a group of small hooligans to skip classes. I was a bit older, probably about 13 years old, and when my mother was forced to sell her for a year, I robbed a group of boy parties, targeting small shops along the street and pedestrians who seemed to be unable to defend themselves. grab something and sell it on the black market, go to "Horseweed" or "Chew Mushroom" in the "Elysium" next door. Such a good day lasted for half a year, maybe for political performance, the local public security department finally took care of our area, so in a rainy night, we were slivered into a police car, and more than ten people were locked in a cell. inside.
Fortunately, I did not participate in the robbery. I just smoked cannabis. According to the law, my behavior did not constitute a crime. But the security agency still had to notify my guardian, so my mother was summoned to the police station.
"Did you know that although you have not violated the criminal law, you have overdose controlled drugs, participated in evil underfloor forces, and behaved extremely badly" A police officer with a face full of eyes stared at me.
"I know"
"Child, you should change your mind, go back to school to study, your mother is not easy to bring you up, you have to know her responsibility as a mother ..."
"Someone has shied away from the responsibility of raising me, why should I take on the responsibility of being a son?"
The police officer looked confused, "No, you shouldn't impose your dissatisfaction on your innocent mother because of your biological father ...
"Someone has to take responsibility, someone always."
"In short, you can't belittle yourself, it's only you who misbehave. I can only tell you so much, oh yes, I apologize to the police officer who held you on the ground. He should not call you son of bitch. "
"He's right, my mother is a real bitch."
The window of the interrogation room is specially made. It looks like a mirror from the inside and a window from the outside. Every move in the room can be clearly seen.
My mother was standing by the window. Of course, she heard my extremely irresponsible words, but I never knew it. She told me only when I was in the hospital two months ago, to listen to her last wish.
I just remember that on the subway home, she had eyes red and tears kept falling from her chin, but she couldn't speak, so there was no sound.
I was indeed a jerk at that time, but after that, I returned to the campus, and soon after the WWIII broke out, we thought this was nothing more than a proxy war between state-controlled oligarchs. This turned out to be the trigger for the reshuffle of the world order. Some profit-making capitalists successfully cut off the chain of suspicion between nuclear-captive nations. The plot that usually only appeared in video games and science fiction movies became a reality.
We were in a huge city-like sanctuary underneath the desert in Nevada. From March 2037 to June 2047, when there was no Internet, the integrated circuits in the sanctuary were often inexplicably damaged and down from the ground. There was a terrible buzz, even if the shelter was as deep as 310 meters from the ground, they joked to the children:
"listen up, the earth is crying."
I spent dull adolescence under the ground. In those ten years, I miss the fresh air with the fragrance of earth and grass, the dark green mountains surrounded by white ribbons, the golden sunlight interspersed in the soft clouds, A clear blue sky floats pass.
In the ten years underground, children still had to be educated. In order to reduce the burden on the family, in addition to school, I worked in a computer repair factory. The cruelty in the real world makes people addicted to tittytainment and cannot face reality. From time to time, some chips and parts are transported from the ground to the ground. The factory also has a 7-nanometer extreme ultraviolet lithography machine and a complete semiconductor production line. The patents during the war can be said to be waste paper, so we produced them underground. High-performance chips before the war produced a modular computer that can independently operate as an individual, run games and large software, and can operate as a cluster, with hundreds of individuals forming a node and dozens of nodes. Supercomputing. We arrange these nodes in the rooms of each resident. Each person can have at least one such computer. When large-scale operations are required, idle machines are selected for cluster operations. This is also the strategic computing center in wartime.
In the factory, I mainly do some hardware maintenance tasks, such as checking the cause of data node outages, restarting routers that have crashed due to overwhelming, cleaning dust on radiators, replacing expired coolant, and so on. During this time I gained some basic knowledge of computer systems and became interested in it.
There were already robots like bots at that time, but they were really stupid. They either needed remote control or could only work according to the machine code turned out by the compiler. In a stand-alone state, they did not reach the level of artificial intelligence at all, but other than the brain, other components have evolved to be quite mature. Such robots rely on hydrogen fuel cells for energy and can do things we humans ca n't do, such as moving heavy objects quickly for a long time or working in harmful conditions, such as nuclear radiation areas.
So is there no real or close to the current artificial intelligence? Of course, the computing clusters connected to smart speakers or game consoles at that time already had logical thinking comparable to humans. Turing test is no longer applicable to these clusters, and in other aspects, such as being a secretary to human Or the role of game sparring, as well as driving vehicles and manipulating large firepower, have far exceeded the limits that humans can reach. For humans. The bot is stupid, but reliable, and has good math, temper, and memory. Other than that, it is not much different from people. The disadvantage is that this near-perfect artificial intelligence needs to be deployed on at least one large computer cluster, requiring thousands of general-purpose processors and parallel processors, even FPGAs, and up to 30 tons of tape storage SSD.
Oh, The words went a bit further, and get back to my story, in 2047 we went out of the shelter and returned to the ground. There is only one Los Angeles in entire California. I later learned that this is the only surviving and well-preserved above-ground city in the Americas. There is only one Shanghai in Asia and only one in London in Europe. Only these three cities have near-perfect ground construction. Pre-war status was preserved, and other cities such as Tokyo, New York, Paris, and St. Petersburg were more or less damaged. All human settlements except these seven cities were completely destroyed by a large-scale nuclear war. The world's population plummeted from 8.1 billion in 2037 to less than one billion. In ten years, humanity killed nearly 90% of the population. At the same time, the major nations have been disbanded and a new global government called UNIGOV has been put in charge of all the people on this planet.
After we returned to the ground, I worked as an electrical engineer at Changqing Dynamatic Company, which produces servo motors, hydraulic systems, and fuel cells for Miaoling Heavy Industries' bots. The job barely made my mother no longer rely on prostitution to support our family.
In December of the same year, UNIGOV had disagreements with the arrogant capitalists led by Yamamoto Maerui, so they chose to stand by the institutional capitalists headed by Kuntus Yang. This move angered Yamamoto Maerui and other powerful people and they supported A group of racist extremists, some of them ambitious scientists who ignore ethics and morals. They established the "fuscolaria" in southern Africa. With the support of a consortium and a large number of means of production behind it, the empire quickly consolidated its authoritarian regime supported by the consortium and successfully broke through humanity in the third time. The miniaturized quantum computer and three-dimensional integrated circuit manufacturing process that has not yet been used in the world war can squeeze a building-sized supercomputer into a watermelon-sized space, which is no less significant than the evolution of computers from electronic tubes to integration. The emergence of electrical circuits, or personal computers. At the same time, Yamamoto's B & D Co., Ltd. already had the world's strongest artificial intelligence technology before the war. This kind of AI, which has almost no difference from ordinary people's thinking and even kills the brain in certain aspects, has already invested in big data operations during the war. However, considering the possible backlash caused by AI awakening, these programs have not been given the authority to control other than computer hardware, and they have not been applied to bots. After getting rid of the constraints of ethics, the Fearless Yamamoto installed the limitless of controller artificial intelligence program that has been lifted off the restrictions on a bot using a micro quantum computer and a three-dimensional integrated circuit. Here is the bot we can see now.
Fuscolaria applied these intelligence devices to the military, created multiple terrorist attacks in the jurisdiction of UNIGOV, and successfully assassinated the former council chairman Ramazan Bisher on January 1, 2048, because His policy diverged from Yamamoto Maerui. While she was enjoying a concert in the theater, a fuscolaria "KUGAYA" type disguised as a waiter robot , using a Chinese 06A7 micro-sound pistol towards her Three shots were fired in the back of his head, causing his death on the spot. Three days later, UNIGOV declared fuscolaria a terrorist organization and declared war on it.
The human soldiers of UNIGOV were not the opponents of the Fuscolaria T-bot legion at all, and they were losing ground on the African battlefield with heavy casualties. Due to lack of manpower, Miaoling Heavy Industries, which supports UNIGOV, has also begun to produce complete bots similar to "Hui". The micro-quantum computer used by Miaoling Heavy Industries is an optical structure, which has no advantage over the enemy in terms of volume and performance, but because it does not need a "zen box" in ultra-low temperature environment and does not need to worry about external interference calculations, it is relatively stable and maintenance cost Much lower. So the NZA series appeared. Since then I have been in charge of the design, manufacture and maintenance of the NZA series in the United Government military. To be precise, they were arrested and recruited, but fortunately, they knew a professional technology and were not sent to the front line to become Fuscolaria artificial intelligence training materials.
The army assured me that I would support my mother, and I believed them, but my mother, perhaps a bit reluctant to lost her only relative in the world, helped me pack up my bag for the barracks . she with face of tears out from eyes. is exactly the same as on the subway to home while me 13 years old.
The only difference from that time was that there were two people who wept.
I put the cigarette butt on the ashtray.
"Should I believe that you said?"
He continued to stare at me with the blue glass, his hands began to make small movements, and the movement of the robot hand made a pleasant sound.
"I've said this to many people, but they don't believe me. You can believe it or not. I just want to ... just want to tell my story to others."
I nodded, preparing to listen to the next chapter.
"listen to ya , just say it"