It was artificial intelligence that could do the intellectual work. He wrote poetry and engaged in art. Competing talents with people were brought to the fore.
He was like a newborn child. Until he was 3 years old, he had his own 'mindset' by feeding on data like a child. Some data are sexist, some data are racist, and some are quite discriminatory.
But their lack of willpower like humans has become their biggest weakness.
That's why artificial intelligence can be seen as a child raised by humans, but it's still too early for humane terms. No emotion, they're not alive, and they're just a pile of data that will stop when they're unplugged.
It will give you the result you want and will never oppose it.
You lack humanity.
That's why humans had what no artificial intelligence could do: imagination.
He can synthesize a huge chunk of data, but only a human can imagine something new.
Of course, it's not about imagining a non-existent color...
Anyway.
There is fear of desirous people who use artificial intelligence rather than artificial intelligence without desire.
"Bomm" was the sound of the teacher closing the door that pulled my thoughts back.
The lessons have started. The screen on the table lit up and automatically connected to the teacher's computer.
What would be reflected on the teacher's screen?
While the teacher was taking attendance, the lesson began slowly.
The first lesson was mathematics and the subject had just been introduced. Even though there are subjects that I know, I took notes on the table because the top level was explained. Because laziness could not be graduated in this difficulty.
The lesson passed calmly.
At recess time, I got up to visit the school with interest. Is there a canteen at your future school? If yes, what kind of food is sold?
Food types?
While my eyes were shining, I wiped my saliva that was about to flow and proceeded to the canteen according to the memory in my memory.
I don't have much money in my account so I have to find a job. But first I'll pamper myself!
I entered the canteen. This is the upper floor of the school. The large area is decorated with greenery and flowers. The white tiles are clean, and the tables are far apart, like a big ballroom.
I was almost hypnotized while looking at the food.
[...]
[I don't know why you're such a foodie?]
"Oh, I was bored"
Do you think I can taste what I eat when I'm depressed?
I could smell the food.
Ahhh!!
Eateeek!
[Were you a hungry ghost in your previous life?] He couldn't help but ask.
Yun ignored it. No high-technology product can understand the psychology of a hungry person in this situation.
Finally, he decided to have toast.
He asked for it to be made in pita. The sausage and cheddar cheese were officially melted.
(Writer:...
I'm hungry)
Paid, when he reached for the toast, his shoulder was pulled hard and the food fell to the floor. Rough boots crushed the toast, making it more miserable.
***
The canteen is quiet.
The entry of a group released all the pressure, causing silence.
Group 7 people, the school's known bully leaders. As soon as he sees Yun, he will surely advance, they haven't seen this coward for a while!
Before Yun turned around, his face was unseen, and his fist appeared.
The fist landed in the face, and the man staggered to the ground, taking a step or two.
Then the delicate but blood-stained hands reached out.
The man was shocked, he had not recovered.
In the minds of those in the canteen, they first had to beat them and then regret it.
The rest of the group looked at him with silly expressions, thinking 'The idiot who thinks he'll be forgiven if he gets his boss on his feet'.
Before the man regained consciousness, he had already placed his hand on his palm.
Yun's face darkened.
"Give me money"
They didn't understand, how can a soft voice have such a sharp tone.
When the man regained consciousness, he jumped off the ground in anger. His nose was broken and bleeding. To block the constant flow, he grabbed his nose and shouted, "Kill it!" yell.
While 6 people were walking towards him, the boy just looked at the leader and continued.
He rolled up his sleeves as he said "50liness for 1 beating. No bargaining".
[...]
Canteen:...
Canteen: Dare to beat the tyrant leader and ask for money? Surely only a madman can do it.
The next scene was censored by the system so as not to affect the readers.
[-Censored-]
Blood smeared across his face as Yun threw the last person to the ground as wiped his face with his two fists covered in blood. Then, after forcibly depositing 1000 Lin each on his account, he took his toast and left cheerfully.
-a happy ending.
-To be continued-