The luxury sedan moved slowly down the meticulously maintained driveway of the Chenxu family's Norlandian estate—a two-acre haven that seamlessly blended modern architecture with the timeless elegance of a Siheyuan. Sleek glass panels and steel beams framed the traditional layout, but instead of courtyards lined with ancient wood, there were walls of glass leading out into an exquisite ornamental garden. The reflection of evening lanterns on koi-filled ponds gave the entire estate a soft, ethereal glow—a marriage of tradition and cutting-edge design, symbolizing both wealth and the pursuit of progress.
Tonight, the estate was hosting an exclusive professional conference and fundraising event organized by the influential charity Science for Utopia, a group dedicated to advancing biotechnology, artificial intelligence, and anti-aging technologies. The Chenxu family, though currently abroad in the Celestial Dragon Realm, had offered their estate for the event, with Henry standing in for his parents to manage their involvement.
As Lilianna stepped out of her car, she was a vision of elegance. Her brunette hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders, framing sweet, delicate features and large, expressive eyes. Her graceful, curvaceous figure and long legs were accentuated by a fitted black evening gown adorned with intricate golden embroidery.
She was greeted by the sight of vest-wearing waiters and qipao-clad waitresses from various ethnicities, all gracefully moving among the guests. The waitresses wore short qipaos that blended traditional design with modern flair. They offered trays of exquisitely crafted finger foods—delicate dumplings wrapped in gold leaf, molecular gastronomy bites that released bursts of unexpected flavors, and glasses of rare vintage champagne. The staff moved with practiced elegance, their attire mirroring the event's fusion of cultures.
Lilianna moved with her usual grace, her gown reflecting the estate's understated opulence. She had been curious about this "Thanksgiving event" Henry had invited her to, half-expecting a cozy family dinner where she might finally meet his elusive parents. Instead, she found herself amidst an opulent gathering that was anything but ordinary. So much for a quiet family evening, she mused with a subtle smile.
As she surveyed the crowd, she was pleasantly surprised to spot familiar faces among the investors, including Audrey's parents—the renowned agribusiness tycoons—and a few fund managers she had known from before. Realizing the event's legitimacy, her interest piqued even further.
Henry Chenxu, already waiting at the grand entrance, lit up the moment he saw her. His sharp tuxedo was flawlessly tailored, and his usual air of confidence was accompanied by a warm smile.
"Lilianna, you look absolutely stunning. I'm so glad you could make it," Henry said, his gaze lingering appreciatively.
"Thank you, Henry," she replied with a graceful nod, her eyes shimmering with a mix of curiosity and mischief. "Though I must admit, this is quite grand for a Thanksgiving event. I was expecting something a bit more... intimate."
He chuckled, a hint of sheepishness crossing his features. "About that—I might have downplayed it a little. A family friend is hosting this event, and I thought it would be the perfect opportunity for you to see some fascinating projects."
She raised an elegant eyebrow. "So no meeting your parents tonight?"
Henry's expression softened. "Regrettably, they're still in the Celestial Dragon Realm tending to business. In our culture, we don't actually celebrate Thanksgiving. But they'll be here for the Lunar New Year, and I'd love for you to meet them then."
She smiled politely, her mind already calculating the implications. "I'd like that," she said softly.
As they walked through the entrance, the shimmering glass walls of the modernized Siheyuan revealed the estate's heart—an ornamental garden so perfectly lit it looked like a dream. Guests could choose to listen to the speeches inside the grand hall or wander through the courtyard during interludes or presentations they were less interested in. The garden was alive with soft music from a live string quartet, and the scent of jasmine and lotus blossoms filled the air.
"You certainly know how to make an impression," Lilianna remarked, her eyes taking in the surroundings with measured appreciation.
Henry rubbed the back of his neck, a touch of modesty in his gesture. "Well, I can't take all the credit. The estate does most of the work."
She glanced at him, a hint of playfulness in her gaze. "Modest, aren't we?"
He laughed lightly. "Just a bit. But I am excited for you to see what's happening tonight. The projects we're showcasing are truly groundbreaking."
She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "And here I thought you invited me over to meet your parents."
He looked momentarily flustered. "I... I wish they could be here. But I promise, when they're back for the Lunar New Year, you'll be the first to know."
She smiled enigmatically. "I'll hold you to that promise."
Inside the grand hall, guests settled into plush, ergonomically designed chairs facing a stage adorned with holographic displays. The event commenced with a series of speeches by experts in various fields. Between each presentation, guests mingled in the courtyard or enjoyed the gourmet offerings, fostering an atmosphere of collaboration and networking.
First up was Dr. Martinez, a leading AI researcher from the Verbanian Imperial Institute of Artificial Intelligence Research. She stepped onto the stage as the lights dimmed slightly, and a holographic neural network spun slowly behind her.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Dr. Martinez began, her voice resonating through the hall, "we are on the brink of a revolutionary shift in artificial intelligence. Our latest models demonstrate unprecedented levels of machine learning capabilities, bringing us closer to true AI integration in everyday life."
She gestured to the hologram, which transformed to display complex data streams and real-time learning processes. "By applying quantum computing to machine learning, we've developed systems that can process and analyze vast amounts of data at speeds previously unimaginable. This allows AI to handle larger tasks, from managing the intricate operations of an entire city to conducting advanced research across multiple scientific disciplines."
The audience murmured appreciatively. Dr. Martinez continued, "This immense processing power enables AI to generate countless possibilities in a fraction of the time it would take a human. It can then assess these options to determine the best fit for any given criteria, effectively fostering a form of creativity."
She paused, her gaze sweeping the audience. "However, with this capability comes responsibility. Our research has shown that AI systems are beginning to make discernments—to omit, to be selective, and, in some cases, to present information in a way that could be considered deceptive. While this flexibility allows AI to adapt to complex situations and even learn aspects of human morality, it also raises important ethical questions."
Dr. Martinez concluded, "It's imperative that we guide AI development with careful consideration of these implications. The potential benefits are extraordinary, but we must remain vigilant."
Lilianna found herself captivated. The possibilities were staggering, and the scientific plausibility was backed by recent advancements in quantum computing and machine learning.
During the interlude, she strolled into the courtyard, where lanterns hung from bamboo groves and soft light reflected off the koi ponds. She engaged in conversations with investors and scientists, the ambient sounds of the garden creating an intimate backdrop for their discussions.
She approached Audrey's parents near a glass bridge arching over the water. "Mr. and Mrs. Silvarto! I didn't expect to see you here," Lilianna exclaimed.
Mrs. Silvarto turned with a warm smile. At 60 years old, she possessed a perfectly proportioned figure. Her long gray hair was elegantly styled, and her large green eyes held a youthful sparkle. She wore a qipao adorned with various embroidered flowers, embracing the evening's theme.
"Lilianna, dear! What a pleasant surprise," Mrs. Silvarto replied, her qipao shimmering under the lantern light.
Lilianna couldn't hide her surprise. "You look absolutely stunning in that qipao. It suits you beautifully."
Mrs. Silvarto laughed softly. "Thank you. I thought I'd embrace the cultural theme tonight. It's never too late to try something new, right?"
"Are you considering investing?" Lilianna asked, turning to Mr. Silvarto.
"Possibly," he said thoughtfully. "The advancements here could revolutionize not just healthcare, but agriculture as well. Imagine AI systems optimizing crop yields or biotechnology enhancing plant resilience."
Lilianna nodded, feeling more confident about the event's significance.
The next speaker was Dr. Petrov, a distinguished geneticist specializing in anti-aging research. As guests returned to the grand hall, some chose to remain in the courtyard, discussing previous talks or enjoying the serene environment.
"Good evening," Dr. Petrov began, his Eastern European accent adding gravitas to his words. "Tonight, I am thrilled to share with you our latest findings in anti-aging technology."
Behind him, a holographic double helix rotated slowly, highlighting specific genes. "We've focused on the role of telomeres—the protective caps at the ends of chromosomes that shorten each time a cell divides. This shortening process is a key factor in aging. By developing a method to reduce the degradation of telomerase during cell division, we've enabled cells to divide more times before exhibiting signs of DNA damage."
The audience leaned forward, the air thick with anticipation.
"Our experiments have shown that by enhancing telomerase activity, we can effectively slow down the cellular aging process," Dr. Petrov continued. "In lab tests with mice, we've observed a significant increase in their healthy lifespan without adverse effects."
He paused to let the information sink in. "This breakthrough has profound implications for extending human healthspan—keeping people healthier for longer periods of their lives."
Lilianna's mind raced. The ethical considerations were immense, but so were the potential benefits. This was exactly the kind of groundbreaking work she was eager to be part of.
Between speeches, vest-wearing waiters and qipao-clad waitresses circulated with new trays of delicacies—truffle-infused mini tarts, seared scallops with edible flower garnishes, and bite-sized desserts that looked like pieces of art. Guests sipped on rare teas and custom-blended cocktails, the flavors as sophisticated as the conversations.
As she and Henry found themselves near one of the koi ponds, he turned to her. "So, what do you think so far?" he asked, his eyes earnest behind stylish glasses.
Lilianna gazed at the colorful fish swimming gracefully beneath the surface. "It's impressive," she admitted. "The innovations, the presentations—it's all quite... captivating."
He smiled, pleased. "I'm glad you think so. I was hoping you'd find it interesting."
She looked at him sidelong, a playful sparkle in her eyes. "Is that why you invited me? To impress me with fancy technology and grand speeches?"
He blushed slightly, scratching the back of his head—a boyish gesture that contrasted with the sophisticated surroundings. "Well, maybe a little," he confessed. "But I also thought you might appreciate the advancements we're making. I know you're someone who values progress."
She leaned in just a fraction, her voice lowering. "I do appreciate progress. And ambition."
He met her gaze, his confidence wavering for a moment. "I'd love for you to be involved in our projects," he said earnestly. "Your insights would be invaluable."
"Is that all you're interested in?" she teased gently, her lips curving into a subtle smile.
He swallowed, his cheeks flushing. "Well, no. I mean, I enjoy spending time with you. Maybe we could... see more of each other?"
She let the silence hang for a moment, enjoying his slight discomfort. "Perhaps," she finally replied. "If you can keep me intrigued."
He grinned, regaining some of his confidence. "Challenge accepted."
As the evening progressed, other experts took the stage, discussing topics like renewable energy breakthroughs, advances in space travel propulsion, and revolutionary educational technologies. Some guests chose to wander back into the courtyard, where a silent auction was taking place for rare art pieces and exclusive experiences—the proceeds of which would fund further research.
At the end of the night, as guests began to depart, Henry walked Lilianna to her car. The driveway was lined with lanterns, casting a warm glow on the sleek vehicles awaiting their owners.
"I'm really glad you came tonight," Henry said, his voice sincere. "It meant a lot to me."
She turned to face him, her eyes searching his. "It was an intriguing evening," she replied. "Full of surprises."
He chuckled softly. "I hope they were good surprises."
"Mostly," she teased. "Though I am a bit disappointed I didn't get to meet your parents."
He sighed, a touch of regret in his eyes. "I'm sorry about that. They're still abroad, but when they return for the Lunar New Year, I'd love for you to meet them. Our culture doesn't really celebrate Thanksgiving, so I thought this event might be a good alternative."
She nodded thoughtfully. "I understand. Perhaps it's better this way—it gives me more time to decide if meeting them is something I want."
He looked momentarily taken aback, then smiled. "Well, I hope I can convince you."
She stepped closer, her gaze steady. "You might have to try a little harder."
He met her eyes, his confidence wavering. "I... I can do that."
She smiled, a mix of warmth and challenge. "Good."
A comfortable silence settled between them. Finally, she said, "Thank you for a lovely evening."
"Anytime," he replied. "I'll be in touch about the projects. And maybe we could... grab dinner sometime? Just the two of us."
She considered him for a moment. "I think I'd like that."
He grinned, visibly relieved. "Great. I'll set something up."
She gave a slight nod. "I look forward to it."
As she stepped into her car, he held the door open for her. "Goodnight, Lilianna."
"Goodnight, Henry," she replied, her eyes lingering on his for just a moment longer than necessary.
As her car pulled away from the estate, Lilianna reflected on the evening's events. The advancements presented were not only legitimate but groundbreaking. She felt a thrill at the prospect of being involved in such transformative work—and perhaps, getting to know Henry better along the way.
Then, as all the guests had departed, Henry stood alone at the entrance, the soft glow of the lanterns casting long shadows. He took a deep breath, the cool night air filling his lungs. Pulling out his phone, he texted an unknown recipient: "All is in order. Target's interest piqued."
Pocketing his phone, Henry began to walk back into the house, the echoes of the evening still resonating in his mind. As he moved through the now-empty grand hall, he started tidying up—straightening chairs, collecting stray glasses. It was a habit he'd developed, finding solace in the simple act of putting things in order.
His thoughts drifted to the organization he was a part of—a group his family knew nothing about. Their involvement had begun subtly. Representatives from the organization had first become business associates of his parents, then close family friends when they expanded their ventures to North America. Their son had befriended Henry, gradually introducing him to the organization's ideals.
Their secret goal was both audacious and idealistic: to create a world where humans would not age, living their entire lives in perpetual youth. Automation would replace menial labor, freeing humanity from mundane tasks and generating massive wealth. This wealth would be distributed to the most talented individuals, as determined by merit in a free market—a technocratic, meritocratic capitalism with minimal state intervention. There would be no need for social welfare; evolution would take its course. In their envisioned utopia, everyone would be freed from the pain of aging, their youthful bodies enabling them to make a living if they were willing to work hard. Living standards would depend on one's talent, assessed by the natural law of competition.
It was a reformed vision of liberalism and Darwinism, built upon the foundation of an eternally youthful society. But Henry was acutely aware of the darker facets of the organization's ethos. They were adamant about limiting the intelligence, sentience, self-awareness, and autonomy of artificial intelligences. Machines were to remain tools—servants to humanity, devoid of rights or consciousness. This put them at odds with thinkers like Dr. Sokraberg, who advocated for a future where machines played a larger, more autonomous role.
Moreover, the organization believed in drastically decreasing the human population. They argued that the Earth's sustainable carrying capacity was already exceeded, and maintaining eight billion eternally youthful people was impossible. Their solution was to reduce the population to one or two billion, supported and served by mindless automation.
As Henry stacked the last of the glasses, he pondered the moral complexities of their mission. He couldn't deny the allure of the utopia they envisioned—a world free from aging and mundane toil, where the best and brightest could thrive. Yet, the ethical implications weighed heavily on him.
His thoughts turned to Lilianna. Would she ever understand or accept the organization's ideals? Could she become his comrade in fulfilling this vision? Or would she remain an outsider, forever separated from this hidden part of his life? Even if they became a couple, would he have to keep this monumental secret from her?
He didn't want to choose between love and purpose. The very idea of it tore at him. But deep down, he knew which path he was already on. The organization's goals had become his own, and he was committed to seeing them realized.
Standing alone in the silent grandeur of the estate, Henry felt a profound loneliness. The path he had chosen was isolating, filled with secrets and sacrifices. He gazed out through the glass walls at the koi ponds, the lanterns' reflections dancing on the water's surface.
"Will she ever truly be part of my world?" he whispered to himself.
The question lingered in the air, unanswered. With a resigned sigh, he turned off the lights and headed upstairs, the weight of his choices heavy on his shoulders. As he climbed the grand staircase, he resolved to continue pursuing both his ambitions and his growing feelings for Lilianna, even if it meant walking the fine line between truth and deception.
For now, all he could do was hope—that one day, he wouldn't have to choose between the woman he was falling for and the future he was striving to build.