"It's indeed a magical feeling," she mused, "even though we're meeting for the first time today, for you it must have been dozens or hundreds of times already?"
"Not that many."
Lin Xian laughed softly, head bowed:
"Just a few dozen times, to be exact, 60 times over two months, that's all, just two months..."
Yes.
Just two months.
Compared to the 200 years of vast ocean-like spans, how insignificant it is.
Lin Xian stood up and looked down at the trash can robot:
"VV, after I input and run the last ten lines of your code in 2023, you probably won't remember me anymore, right?"
"Of course, the 130,000 lines of code I gave you do not contain any memory data."
The trash can robot said:
"That was one of the requirements you gave me at the start, and I think it's the best approach. Memories are just pure data, the amount of code to recite is astronomical... it's like asking you to write a diary for a lifetime, way too long."
