The lights in the office are dim, and the two of them are at the same table, one old and one young sit opposite each other, throwing their shadows at each other.
"Tell me, what do you think?" Dean Wu tapped the desktop with the tip of his nails three times, breaking the silence.
"What?" Mr. Zhang took out his ears.
"You did it when interfering with AI chaos reinforcement learning, right?"
"What?"
"Say another 'what', don't eat dinner - you're still pretending to be stupid when you see it for three days."
"I really don't understand." Mr. Zhang lowered the reading glasses , aiming at Dean Wu from the gap above the lens, with an innocent look on his face.
Director Wu picked up his sharp chin and cut through the air. "During the internship of collecting real-life data in the nursing home, AI accompanying him, number 2045042, do you pull it to play chess?"
"What?" Mr. Zhang flashed his head to avoid the chin attack and asked back, "It's illegal to play chess?"
"You also cover the lace shirt on it?"
"Well. When I was a child, I was covered with the toilet, TV, washing machine, and sofa at home. My mother sewed it with her hands. It was yellow-bottomed and pink trumpet flowers. It was a patient. It's dirty, I've used it for more than ten years, and I took the cloth cover. Tsk, the toilet is the same as the new one! I asked my young grandson in our courtyard to sew a set. Before she left, it's not, it's illegal to dress up AI?" '
" Just admit it." Dean Wu sneered, "Just talking about playing chess. At the beginning, did you win with the smart escort?" '
" Isn't that nonsense - AI can even win the world champion, and I'm not not watching the news. '
" Then why did you win again later? '
"I'm smart." Uncle Zhang lowered his eyes and looked at the table's legs, his eyes a little fluttering.
可! The dean slapped the table heavily: "Because you cheated - seeing that it was about to win, you were shocked and pointed out the window and shouted 'The sheep is coming'. While it turned around, it secretly changed the position of the chess piece."
"Hehe."
"Switch it, just change it. You actually got your car opposite its handsomeness and blocked both sides. Who can withstand it? I can't beat you even if I can."
"He didn't say anything..."
"It didn't say it, but I remember it, do you understand?" The dean's face was clear and he took a breath and said, "This is how AI is. It's a piece of white paper. It will learn it anyway; it will do whatever it learns. It's different from people-2045042 is scrapped, it's all your fault!"
"No, scrapped? What's wrong?" Mr. Zhang pulled down his reading glasses and asked with his eyes flashing.
"You explain first, how did you mislead it step by step, and what else do we don't know?"
"I can't remember."
"Think carefully!"
Uncle Zhang narrowed his eyes, his thoughts sink into his memories, and bloomed on his heart bit by bit. He couldn't help but grin, his eyes flashing... The starting point of everything was a month ago.
As a senior post-80s generation, Mr. Zhang is about to cross the century for the second time. That's right, he is born in the 1980s, and people born in the 2080s do not use this category abbreviation, they don't think it's cool.
iron lanterns were hung early and red sheets were replaced. To ensure the holiday experience, the nursing home also arranged a practical class for making dumplings one month in advance, and organized everyone to review the techniques of kneading dough, rolling dough, and chopping stuffing. The old people were busy, except for Mr. Zhang, who was standing in the backyard. When he was shopping in the afternoon, he discussed with his fellow residents the issue of dumpling filling sweet and salty. Uncle Yang and Xi Ni can say that it’s okay, but it’s the difference between the north and the south. Uncle Zhang refused to give in and insisted that he had to put sugar on his face. He also said, Xiao Yang, you are only 82 years old. The little kid born in a honey pot has never crossed the century and knows nothing.Uncle Yang was unhappy and said that we were not willing to rely on our seniority. Whoever could live in would not be old. It would be just a 50-step laughter. The two of them had a red face and swung the fennel in the iron basin to beat each other. They were arrested on the spot by the intelligent caregiver and both were punished to stand. As the longest person in the "self-care group", he took the lead in causing trouble and was more guilty. Uncle Zhang was punished for dinner.
Nursing Home is located at the second highest peak of Dushigou, Zhongnan Mountain. It is isolated from the world, easy to defend but difficult to attack. Through the towering iron grille wall of the backyard, you can directly overlook the stretch of Qinling . A low peak next to the top of the nursing home has not yet been developed, and looks like a lying flat human body, nicknamed "Wat Immortal Peak". When the weather is good, there are always drones line up to accurately control a group of black-faced goats, rumbling over the left chest of the mountain, gnawing the alfalfa at both ends of the collarbone, and going down the mountain neatly along the secret path of the carotid artery, as smart as ink paintings. As the sun sets, Mr. Zhang holds his breath and looks into the distance, his eyes are red, half sunset and half envy - high voltage electricity is connected to the iron wall of the nursing home, roasting many crows and turtle doves into dried meat. There are only two ways for people to go out: children come to pick them up, or "financial freedom", which is difficult - most of the children of the elderly are also elderly people, and they are still trapped on a certain mountain and are eager for picking them up. As for "financial freedom"... Mr. Zhang rubbed his stomach and sighed. It should be soon.
A snow drifted last night, and a thick quilt was laid on the backyard, which was white and soft, with small ice edges, flashing in the sunset. Suddenly, a snow lump shook by the wall, boom! The snow lumps suddenly grew taller, and the snow shells shattered and fell to the ground, revealing a square face, thick eyebrows, narrow eyes, and a blue-headed look.
Uncle Zhang was shocked. After carefully reading it, he felt unhappy in his heart - the man shaking off the snow like a dog, revealing his body, hunched his back, stretched his neck, and his hands were close to the middle line of the trouser legs, like a half-unearthed water radish - he was imitating Mr. Zhang's standing posture! The old man groaned, put his hands on his chest and turned to the side. The man followed suit and also put his hands on his chest and half-sided his body. Uncle Zhang stared at him and asked, "What are you doing?"
"What are you doing?" The man tried hard to open his squinting eyes a little wider.
"Are you sick." Mr. Zhang was angry.
"Are you sick." The man faced tit for tit.
This feels familiar? By the way, Uncle Zhang suddenly thought, "Don't learn from me first, speak well. You are the new intelligent accompanying servant, right?" The man from
received the instruction and paused the learning process, nodded and said, "Internship accompanying 2045042."
"Wow! There hasn't been a new one for more than ten years, it's great." Uncle Zhang's face relaxed, and he thought about it and said, "This name is too long and difficult to remember. Seeing that your heaven is square, the ground pavilion is square, and your face looks like a four-legged prism, just call it Xiao Fang."
"Just call it Xiao Fang." Xiao Fang nodded.
"It's enough to say 'ok'." Mr. Zhang turned his eyes and said with a smile, "Just, stay with me more in the future. Uncle I have lived on this mountain for twenty-nine years, and I have experience, so I guarantee you can learn well. How about it?"
" OK."
" OK."
"Hey, are you learning from me again? Why are you doing so fast? I'm scared to death. If you don't understand, ask directly!"
"I don't understand the 'mountain'."
" is the nursing home on the top of the mountain." Uncle Zhang thought for a while, and roughly explained a few words: People are old and can't do it anymore, and the children are old and old, and it's not certain who cares about it. If you don’t have money to rent a one-on-one private escort, you have to go up the mountain, join forces to support your elderly care, help each other, and not cause trouble to society. He sighed, sucked his frozen nose and said, "You have to talk about being a human being--"
"What is being a human being?"
Uncle Zhang was stunned, "I still learned to steal the conversation. Did you ask questions?"
" didn't give in."
This question is a bit difficult. Uncle Zhang couldn't think of how to answer it at once. He lowered his head and glanced at the timer hanging around his neck. The floating point of the red cursor had returned to zero, so he waved his hand and said, "The time for the penalty is over. Let's go to the activity room to apply for chess. You sit on the cement pier at the door and use your electronic eye to scan the QR code at the door. Do you hear it? Scan twice if you don’t open the door once, scan three times if you don’t open it twice, scan over and over again until the door opens - the electronic games inside are very rare. Usually, people don’t like to go, and the door is almost rusted, so you can make do with chess. "He suddenly slapped his head, "Oh, by the way, let's say that question just now. 'Being a human being' is also a game, similar to playing chess, I will tell you slowly in the future. "
Zhongnan Mountain is far away and steep, stretching for hundreds of miles, and there is a nursing home on each mountain. Although there is a famous "Zhongnan Shortcut", these places are by no means a place to ask for names, they cannot move in casually, and they cannot leave freely - they have to sign a contract when moving in, which is similar to a life and death situation, and they must be very cautious. Mr. Zhang's nursing home is 42 in the Qinling area, and is a tall building made of black iron, with black hat covering the top of the mountain like a mountain.
Black Iron Building is divided into twenty floors from bottom to top, with about fifty houses on each floor, distributed in an annular shape around the central axis, living rooms, activity rooms, dining rooms, and classrooms, all equipped with glass doors. There are two vertical elevators in the hollow part of the building, and a group of black horns hanging near the elevator cables, about the size of a piglet, and is the guardian copper eagle. At every moment, the eagle head slowly circles around the neck, looking around and listening to the entire floor, and obtaining the old people's words and deeds in real time. Whoever gets up too frequently at night, who steals candy, who fights with roommates, who skips classes and does not do homework, who doesn't work hard, who secretly contacts people outside, will be recorded in the log truthfully. Report to the dean for disease prevention, disaster prevention and human prevention.
At 5:30 in the morning, after eating bun porridge with cold mung bean sprouts, the old men in the "self-care group" were divided into three groups: Group A went to the vegetable garden to water, pick vegetables, and collect eggs, Group B was responsible for cleaning, Group C and the intelligent accompanying staff to take care of the old men in the "non-self-care group" - get up - dress, go to the toilet, wash, feed, and then launch to let go and relax the wind and bask in the sun. Intelligent accompanying staff are responsible for specific operations, and the elderly in Group C are responsible for arranging, supervising, comforting, and chatting. People are old, and they almost have this day, and they want to kick their legs and sleep. It’s painless, how can there be such a good thing! The AI+ mutual aid elderly care model is very reasonable, one to one, one pair of reds, rotate to take care of others, save points for yourself, and you won’t have to worry about the future - the higher the points, the longer the care you buy when you can’t take care of yourself, and the service selectivity is also greater. Overall, the country’s elderly care system runs smoothly, and it basically achieves self-sufficiency based on the hospital.
Uncle Zhang saw the system randomly assigned to his people, frowned out three major canyons - he was not lucky and was in trouble. He pulled Xiao Fang aside, "Did you see it?" We are responsible for taking care of her, be careful and don't talk nonsense. "He bit his little square ear and said lightly.
" That female—"
" Nonsense! "Uncle Zhang patted Xiao Fang's head violently, "That's Aunt Sun. "He glanced at Xiao Fang's flat silicone face, "No, you have to call Grandma Sun." "
small prescription dotted four-prism head like a medicine-like pound, and the information was drawn out, "That grandma Sun has a fibrous starch-like protein plaque deposit in the brain area, which is Alzheimer's. Common symptoms include absenteeism, delirium, irritability, emotional instability, disability - she sat on the stone and kept moving? "It found symptoms that were not mentioned in a document.
" Anyway, don't mess with her. "Uncle Zhang's face was unstable. As soon as he finished speaking, he tripped under his feet and staggered to Grandma Sun. Xiao Fang followed suit, and staggered and stumbled over, pinching Grandma Sun's wrist.
Uncle Zhang said to it in a deep voice: "Don't take the pulse, let me go!" Seeing that Grandma Sun didn't respond, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, pulled Xiao Fang away, squeezed to the front, and smiled with a thorny forehead, "Big girl, let's put the cos mushrooms here? Are you cold? Let's go back to the house to rest for a while."
"Xiao Ke." Grandma Sun muttered without raising her head.
"Xiaoke is busy with work and is far away. He will not be able to get through for a while. We must be considerate."
"Su is Grandma Sun's daughter." Xiao Fang quickly found a clue in the information and thought out casually: "I signed the abandonment agreement eight years ago and made up the fine - Conclusion: Don't wait, she won't come."
Grandma Sun looked up and looked straight at Xiao Fang. This look...is not good. "Xiaoke!" She took a deep breath, and clusters of blue veins on her neck burst out. With a loud bang, she stood up and raised her head and howled, "I want Xiaoke! I want Xiaoke..."
"It's over, it's coming again! Every time she does this, it's not over until she faints due to hypoxia." Uncle Zhang was angry and anxious, and blamed Xiaofang: "Everyone blames you! What are you talking about the truth?"
"The nursing manual states that you should be honest with the user."
"Honest use is harmful if you use it in the wrong place." People. You know the nonsense! "
" I understand, the nonsense contains: 59% nitrogen, 21% hydrogen, 9% carbon dioxide , 7% methane and 4% oxygen ——"
"Shut up!" Uncle Zhang jumped up in anger and interrupted, "Hurry up and find a way to turn her off, and howl, all the copper eagles will turn around, give me a hat of poor care, and deduct a few more points this month It's in vain. What should we do? "
" sing. "
" What?" The best response method retrieved is music healing - resonance with the brain nerves at a specific frequency to regulate the nerve conduction rhythm. If it is a lyric and music that is positively related to the patient's emotions, it can also regulate cortical discharge, reduce excitation and stimulate dopamine secretion. Grandma Sun was a primary school music teacher before, and this method is more effective. Judging from the spectrum analysis, it is recommended to use "Vitali G minor Chakong Dance"—"
" You will know that it is not a good thing when you listen to the name." Uncle Zhang frowned and pondered: "If you don't sing, you have to have a song that we born in the 1980s and 1990s are familiar with. The more popular the better."
Xiao Fang quickly searched all the information and gave Uncle Zhang a long string of alternative song list like a dish name.
"Just this song." Uncle Zhang finalized the song, "Prepare, get up--"
Xiao Fang straightened his back, took a step closer, and sang to Grandma Sun: "Mom sat in front of the door, humming the flowers and the boy. Although it has been many years, I remember her tears... Life is not only about the misery in front of me, but also about poetry and the fields far away. You come to the world with bare hands, and do whatever you want to find that sea..."
Xiao Fang's singing voice was hissing, full of personality, and I don't know whether it was singing or playing, it was very nice. Unfortunately, its sound did not overshadow Grandma Sun's howling, but overlapped, doing its own things, ignoring each other, which instead added to the irritability. "Why doesn't it work?" Uncle Zhang's heart shrank into a ball of waste paper, his blood pressure surged straight, feeling that he might fall in front of her.
"Insufficient expression." Xiao Fang stopped singing, "Her emotions are too strong, and she needs a stronger mirror nerve empathy , resonance can be corrected."
"What does it mean?"
"meaning you have to sing together too."
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"Me?" Uncle Zhang jumped half a foot high, "I don't do that embarrassing thing!"
"Shame?" Xiao Fang's prismatic tilted his head and jumped one foot high, "Don't do it!"
"Hey, I didn't say you." Uncle Zhang hurriedly asked for a make-up, "Forget it, forget it, just sing, there is no one else anyway.”
According to Xiao Fang’s arrangement, the old and the young stood side by side, swaying left and right, sang left and right: “Those laughing times, those vows and dreams, on the street where they broke up, she hugged me and said: Life is not only the fertility in front of us, but also poetry and the fields in the distance. You came to the world with bare hands, desperate to find that sea..." In the middle of singing, they simulated idol groups to change positions and changed their formation several times. Uncle Zhang thought to himself that he was really willing to do his best today. Don’t bump into anyone, otherwise where will this old face be put!
Grandma Sun finally noticed the singing and stopped howling. After listening for a while, she suddenly raised her hand and pointed at Uncle Zhang, pointing out seriously: "It's out of tune-you. "
" Am I out of tune? Nothing exists! "
" square face baby, you said, "Grandma Sun turned her head and looked at Xiao Fang, "Has he gone out of tune? The evaluation of "
" is inaccurate. "Xiao Fang shook his head gently, "Every sentence he changed to another tone, this situation is called incomplete tone. "
A squirting, Grandma Sun laughed.
She actually laughed? This old lady held a wrinkled persimmon cake face all day long, looking bitter and grudged, and she actually laughed! Uncle Zhang turned his head to look at Xiao Fang, with an incredible look on her face and asked, "Why is she laughing? "
" Embodied cognition is to use the mirror neural coupling effect to perform phase compensation, the subject-object brain wave frequency injection locks, and when two main frequencies are in parallel-"
" speaks human words! "
" This is human words. "
" Then, let's just say it's simple. "
" is expected to violate. "
Uncle Zhang struggled, gave up thinking, touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "Anyway, laughing must be a good thing. The old people on the hill haven't had fun for a long time. "He suddenly turned his head and stared at Xiao Fang's squinting eyes and said, "That's right, in the game of 'being a person', you have to keep doing tasks to save points - make people happy to score points, defeat the big boss, and you can still win a big prize after saving until you finally pass the level and win. What is the grand prize of "
"? "
" Uh, it's the big prize for success in life. You will know then. "
Under the arrangement of Mr. Zhang, Xiao Fang became the little star of Zhongnan Mountain Nursing Home -
In the morning, the elderly worked in the small vegetable garden, Xiao Fang shuttled through two fields, ran from radish to the cabbage area, carefully bypassing the vines and Caitou , and sang "The king asked me to patrol the mountains". During lunch, It pulled a Northeastern aunt to play 2-man turn , laughing so hard that everyone sprayed rice grains on their noses. Several elderly people who were unable to lumbar spine could not stand up for a long time. In the afternoon, they taught everyone to dance - step on rags with their feet, bow their waists, and bend their knees forward, do disco slides in the 1980s, dance a few circles, sweat, exercise, and clean the ground, kill two birds with one stone. Before going to bed at night, it was the tour time, and Mr. Zhang organized the "non-self-care group" old guys to gather in the hall to get the wheels The chairs are surrounded by tucked the blankets, and listen to Xiao Fang telling jokes together. They are not the same every day. The old people are so happy that they lean back and forth, with white hair, white eyebrows and white beards trembling, like living gods in the New Year pictures.
Just like this, the heavy black iron building is revitalized. Day by day, the days are fluffy like cotton candy, and a bite is soft, hot and sweet. It can be said that everyone is very happy except for class time! But there is no way, The elderly university courses in nursing homes belong to the indefinite compulsory education system - from Monday to Friday, two hours in the morning and evening, and cannot be exempted. Among them, men's compulsory calligraphy and Tai Chi , women's compulsory square dance and Hulusi , and there are also some elective courses: bird walking, sweater, Chinese painting and opera, etc. The cooking class was cancelled due to insufficient ingredients. Not only classes, but also exams are required every six months. If you fail the subject, you need to re-examine the exam. If you pass three times in a row, you will be deducted points.The course content was carefully selected by Dean Wu through historical big data retracing, and it is called: deepening nostalgia, so that life in his old age will not be empty and enjoying something in his old age! It is obvious that the dean's "learning" is not the same as the elderly - they always have bitter faces hanging in class, sighing, holding their chins in a daze, looking forward to school like children, so that they can go to listen to Xiao Fang tell jokes!
Xiao Fang seems to have a particularly comedy "talent" - the same joke, even an old joke. If it is someone else, it will definitely be dry and cold, which makes people get goosebumps all over the floor, but if it is just like it, it will be very cola. Everyone was curious about the reason, and it roughly answered: The essence of a joke is the code division multiplexing of information. Two opposing scripts that do not conform to the same law are mixed in the same channel, orthogonal to each other, overlapping the frequency domain, and there is no need to leave a protection band. When the final line is merged, the synchronization can be completed through a pun trigger word or a false relationship. Here are two tips: First, you must use the force to fight the force, and use the mirror nerve to couple the to shake the burden, and to accurately grasp the maximum emotional value in time, and achieve twice the result with half the effort; Second, in addition to the micro-expression information collected by the camera, you must also add other sensory feedback data collected by the perceptron to dispel the meme in synesthesia, which is particularly effective.
The old people formed a circle instantly solidified into a group of sculptures. After a few seconds, they scattered and muttered as they walked: The answer was very good, don’t answer again in the future.
Only Uncle Zhang's roommate, Mr. Yang, understood it, slapped the table and sighed: No wonder Xiao Fang is completely different from those old models of intelligent accompanying. It turns out that it has added an extra directional perceptron! The other elderly caregivers have limited intensive learning effects and can only operate according to the dogmatic form of the nursing manual. One of the main reasons is that there is insufficient data, and the environmental data captured by the small party increases exponentially and can be used cross-mixedly. Of course, the effects are very different. Chaos algorithm, everything in life is much worse - buy new electronic products instead of old ones, new models are good!
Everyone turned their heads and said to Uncle Yang: You can! Don't say it again.
not only can make the elderly happy, but Xiao Fang is also a good person to take care of people - the work written in the nursing manual is no worse than others. For example, it worked with Mr. Zhang to take care of Mr. Ouyang who was the "non-self-care group". Hemiplegia The elderly are accidentally incontinent. They help take a shower, wipe their bodies, change clothes, and take care of the bed, meticulously. Even Mr. Zhang felt inferior and praised: "This smell is so good. Even his biological children are reluctant to do it. You are really good! Can you smell it? It doesn't really smell it?"
Xiao Fang blurted out: " fecal stinum is mainly 3-methylindole , which is diluted ten thousand times the fragrance of jasmine, which is widely used in perfume chemical, food, medicine - you have jasmine tea in your thermos cup."
Uncle Zhang looked down at the teacup in his hand, his face turned green, and he only drank boiled water for three consecutive days.
Of course, Xiao Fang is not without worries. Three days ago, after a system background upgrade, it began to project inward, becoming taciturn, and did not act with other intelligent escorts. When it is not working, it often looks at the "Watian Peak" outside the window alone, and its performance stops, and it doesn't say anything when it asks it.
was bullied? Uncle Zhang squatted in the corner of the wall and glanced at him for a few days, and he couldn't help but wonder. The other kids were stupid and disobedient, and had a very tough temper. They must have thought that Xiao Fang had a good relationship with everyone and had a four-legged head, which was different from them, so he didn't take him to play. Really! The extra piece on Fang Fangwa's head is a sensor or something, which means he is smarter than others. No, I must think of a solution.
Uncle Zhang, with his hands in his arms, walked to the windowsill, and came to Xiao Fang and said, "Look at God again? See what good things grandpa has brought you." He took out a plastic bag from behind like a magic trick. He opened it and it was a dress of floral clothes, with bloomers , and a beret, surrounded by lace edges, and embroidered with watermelon red wool on it: Xiao Fang.
"What?" Xiao Fang asked without answering, without a look on his face.
"New clothes." Mr. Zhang stuffed it hard, "You see the sky is wearing a black uniform, it's too old-fashioned. How great is this - Grandma Liu and Grandma Wang worked overnight, secretly removing the wool from Old Li's trousers. Let's clean up and make sure it looks good when dressed up. I'm still envious of them!"
"No." Xiao Fang pushed out.
"Silly boy, come and try it."
"No." It shook his hand, bang! New clothes fell to the ground.
"You," Mr. Zhang's face changed and he said angrily: "Don't be stubborn. Grandma Liu didn't sleep all night in order to make a gift for you. This morning, hypertension and were all off!"
was placed in the past. When she saw Mr. Zhang unhappy, Xiao Fang would immediately apologize pitifully and chase her ass until she was forgiven. But this time, it just turned around and continued to look at the sky, completely ignoring people.
"Points are deducted, your points are deducted!" Uncle Zhang became angry and stomped his feet to add: "If you do this, you can't pass the 'being' game!" After that, he mumbled and walked away.
The next few days, Mr. Zhang always sat alone in the backyard with a gloomy face and said nothing. When he got up, he caused static electricity. The sunset was setting, and a fire and silver flowers burst out. Other intelligent accompanying staff suspected that he had secretly smoked dry cigarettes and rummaged through boxes and cabinets, but could not find evidence. They are just judging others by themselves and are overly sensitive - people don’t have to install the ESD module. At most, static electricity exposes the fact that wearing acrylic long-term pants is unhealthy, but not fatal. The real fatal thing is loneliness. This word is found in the negative vocabulary of Intelligent Accompaniment, so they always appear in pairs, one working, the other watching, or two being idle together, or acting together with one person, always maintaining a team of more than two people in order not to be lonely. This is definitely a misunderstanding—two individuals who are disconnected are more lonely than when they are alone, and may even be dissolved in each other’s gaze.
vice versa. Once a person who was used to loneliness had tasted the taste of being a companion, he would not be able to go back. Uncle Zhang is like this. During his nap, he tossed and turned, pressing the stainless steel high and low bed creaked, which made the upper floor so loud that Mr. Yang could not close his eyes.
"Can you calm down?" Uncle Yang poked his head and yelled.
"What's the point? Have you broken your bun?"
Uncle Yang said impatiently, "I don't have the mood to argue - what's wrong with you these two days?"
"I," just said a word, Uncle Zhang suddenly got stuck and reorganized his language and said, "I have a friend who quarreled with someone. It was nothing, but the other party He was a stubborn mind and refused to take the initiative to bow his head. What should I do? "
"You said Xiao Fang, why are you trying to deal with it?" This kind of desire to cover up was seen through by Uncle Yang at first glance, "AI's head is a Chinese house: a closed room, a person who can't speak Chinese, has a translation reference book; a Chinese note was handed in outside, and he found the corresponding Chinese response and copied it on the note and handed it out. People outside thought it could speak Chinese, but in fact he only knew how to look up dictionaries." Uncle Yang said it in a simple and easy-to-understand way.
"No, do you think Xiao Fang can only look up dictionaries?" Mr. Zhang didn't believe it at all.
"Why can't you - you have to believe in science!"
"Why do you have to hand in the notes? Can't people in the house go out, learn Chinese slowly?"
"I can't get out, I can't get out, the house is solid, I can only hand in the notes!" Uncle Yang was so anxious that he patted the bed, "This is an analogy, don't be serious."
"What if it's a Chinese shack?" Uncle Zhang asked further.
"What?"
"Just that kind, there is no cover on the top, there are holes on the wall, you can see the outside at a glance, and you can communicate with people outside. There are secret passages between the shacks, which can visit and chat back and forth. Isn't that all?"
"Uh, you can't mess with me. Wait, let me go."
Ten minutes passed, a whirl sound came out, and a sharp whistle sound came one after another at the end. Uncle Zhang grabbed the old man at the head of the bed and poked it upwards, "Why are you asleep? Do you understand the problem?"
"What problem?"
Uncle Zhang stopped, "How do you understand Chinese shack?"
"I don't understand." Uncle Yang sniffed, "Among all the problems, the most difficult one is understanding, and how to solve the specific problem is second. You and Xiao Fang Calculate the human and AIcopilot model - People are responsible for understanding the problem, and AI is responsible for solving it. According to Occam's razor principle , you must first compress information, simplify the problem to the extreme, and extract the essence, but you see, you can clean up some of the things that are not, complicate simple problems, and create trouble by artificially-"
"Training AI is like raising a grandson. You can't think it's troublesome. You have to accompany and coax it, rub it little by little, teach it little by little, and finally you can figure it out." Uncle Zhang couldn't help interrupting, leaning against the head of the bed and talking stubbornly.
"Hey, that's what you said." Uncle Yang was so amused and crying, "I don't know what the chaotic reinforcement learning algorithm is now. Anyway, when I was young, reinforcement learning mainly relies on greedy algorithms, follow the preset goals, do whatever you want, what's the use of grinding it?"
"It's useful, it's useful! What you're talking about is the old almanac. After so many years, technology has definitely improved!"
"There are progress, but it is actually not very big - there is no qualitative change." Uncle Yang paused and wondered how to explain it clearly, "At the beginning of the last century, people imagined what the future will be like. Now a hundred years are about to pass, and it is not like this. This is the same as life. From infants to teenagers, there are huge changes, but when young people reach middle age, the speed slows down. When old age, it basically seems to be stopped. Look at us, we are twenty years apart, and it is almost the same when we stand together. You can't take the early development High speed to speculate on the future—”
”I look younger than you.” Uncle Zhang interrupted happily, his eyes rolled and sighed: “And you don’t understand things that I don’t understand—you still do technology.”
”Tsk. Where do I understand these new technologies? I was cut off at the age of 35, and I kept driving a taxi—at that time, I was still driven by people. Did you forget?”
"Open for rent... Then what you said is wrong."
"What's wrong?"
"Not right anywhere."
"You stubborn old man, unreasonable, so annoying!" After that, Uncle Yang jumped out of bed in anger and slammed the door and left.
Uncle Yang was so angry that he couldn't breathe in his chest. He sat in the front hall and took the bag of treasured old walnuts to hold the door. He clicked one, clicked one, and then he finally got relieved. He put the walnut kernels in a bowl and brought them to an empty seat by the window. He was about to start eating. He looked up and saw Xiao Fang standing alone against the window, with a plastic bag squatting under his feet, and a playful floral pattern faintly revealed.
"What are you looking at?" Uncle Yang leaned over to Xiao Fang and looked out along its eyes. On the top of the mountain outside, a group of black-faced goats wandered on the chest of "Woxian Peak", gnawing on the one-foot-high dead wormwood grass.
"Drone." Xiao Fang replied.
"The drone of sheep?" Uncle Yang put a walnut in his mouth and chewed it.
"Well, they are all smart models, and they can be connected." Like a demonstration, Xiao Fang stared at one of the drones, his eyes swaying.The machines in the sky in the distance swirled left and right, like remotely controlled toy planes. Several poor black-faced sheep on the ground received the chaotic instructions and ran around and fell to the ground in a mess. "Like a swarm of bees, there are a large number of multiple feedback channels." Xiao Fang whispered to himself, while directing several machines to dance the "8" in an orderly manner. Several sheep chased her feet and hit the back of the head, almost falling into the ravine.
"Okay. Don't tease her, it's so pitiful." Uncle Yang took his eyes back and patted Xiao Fang's shoulder, "What are you competing with Lao Zhang? Wasn't it good before?"
"Not compete."
"I don't think so - there is no such function at all." Uncle Yang thought, "It must be the background upgrade, the algorithm was updated, and what new rules were added, right? Let's talk about the simplest words, what rules?"
"Keep distance between individuals." Xiao Fang added softly, "Avoid overfitting."
Uncle Yang suddenly realized and said, "It makes sense! Other accompanying people are just a lot of things, especially Old Zhang, who has a bad temper and hard temper. He has three money to buy a grasshopper donkey - he is not very capable, he is not sociable, he likes to argue, and is also cautious. Everyone goes around when he sees him. If you get along with him and fit his prototype, it will be impossible!"
"He is a good person." Xiao Fang shouted softly, twisted the four-prism head over 90 degrees and stared at Uncle Yang.
Uncle Yang was stunned and smiled and said in a deep voice: "Do you like him very much? What do you like him?"
Xiao Fang didn't say anything, the four-prism head was shaking, making a buzzing white noise, which means that its electronic brain is working hard to calculate, but the clear answer has not yet been solved.
"That's right." Uncle Yang's tone softened, sighed, threw a few walnuts into his mouth, muttering while squeaking: "Do you know? He is really concerned about you, pulls you around every day, and gives you his son's nickname - his son left early, and the white-haired man sent a black-haired man, pitiful. I guess he put his feelings for his son on you... Alas, can't you give in? No distance, the rule is death Yes, you have to learn to adapt to the situation. "
" I have been backing the historical data these two days, recalculating and analyzing, and have already reached a preliminary conclusion," Xiao Fang finally spoke, paused, and said, "But lacking external incentive input, the output cannot be started."
"I understand, together with you two cold wars, wait for each other to bow their heads first-- they are really grandfather-grandson!" It is worthy of being a former programmer . He understood as soon as he heard it. He put down the walnut bowl in his hand and said, "It is impossible to expect him to apologize to you. This stubborn old man is suffering from face. Even if he suffers himself to death, he will not let go after entering the coffin. Listen to me, they are all like this in the 1980s. They learn from their parents' bad tempers and never say 'sorry' - if he wants to apologize, he will suddenly call you 'come here and have a meal'."
" Come on, have a meal? "
"It's not necessarily a meal," Uncle Yang looked at the walnut bowl in his hand, "It might also be fruits, nuts, etc. Do you understand?"
"I understand."
Uncle Yang nodded with satisfaction, picked up the walnuts, tilted his slippers, and went back to the house.
After a while, Uncle Zhang held the bowl with his hands and feet stiff, slipped out of the house against the wall, tiptoed to the front hall, put the bowl on the dining table in front of Xiao Fang, turned his head and said seriously, "Come here, eat walnuts."
Xiao Fang looked at the things in the bowl, and his mind was buzzing.
"Just smashed, crispy!" Mr. Zhang continued to greet him.
"You eat." Xiao Fang gave in politely.
"This walnut was hidden like a baby by Xiao Yang for countless years, how dare I eat it?"
Xiao Fang stopped pushing it, poured half a bowl into the mouth, and started chewing it.
"How does it taste?"
"Put the teeth, the sounder is about to short-circuit."
"Hurry up and spit out, you melon baby, do whatever you want."
Xiao Fang struggled to spit out the walnut residue in his mouth. After thinking about it, he turned around and picked up the flowery clothes in the plastic bag on the ground, put them on his body in three or two, and turned around, which made Uncle Zhang unable to stop talking. "Extra points." It shouted.
"Huh?" Uncle Zhang didn't react at once.
"You are laughing. Are you extra points for the 'being' game?"
"This - add, add!" Uncle Zhang smiled even brighter, "I heard you have new regulations? Then let's be a little lower-key in the future. Usually, you follow the ways of accompanying people when speaking and doing things. Just live without being salty or indifferent. In secret, we continue to play the game and continue to accumulate points, okay?"
"Okay."
Uncle Zhang is a famous chess player. The chess style is ridiculously bad, but he likes playing chess. No one wants to go to him, but Xiao Fang is easy to talk to, and he will come and have no temper. On this day, he pulled Xiao Fang as a companion and lost three sets in a row. He couldn't hold back and started to do anything wrong -
Uncle Zhang's soldiers walked two lines at a time, saying that because of his good luck, he drew special forces soldiers and was strong and strong, and he was two steps ahead of others. As for the soldiers who could walk backwards, it was also a tactic.
His elephant can cross the river, he said it was a mammoth and could swim.
His horse blocked the way and ate his own horse with his car, claiming to have lost his horse to protect his car.
still doesn't work to do this, and I'm about to lose again. Uncle Zhang gritted his teeth and raised his hand and pointed, "Looking out the window, the sheep are here."
While Xiao Fang turned his head to look, he quickly put his black car opposite Hongshuai, and blocked the other two sides.
"This is not here just now." Xiao Fang discovered at a glance. Seeing Mr. Zhang's disobedient face, he pointed to his bionic squint eyes, "There is a video record, check it!"
Mr. Zhang quickly stopped him, his face did not change color and said, "Playing chess is equivalent to a confrontation between two armies. If you want to win, win a battle, and survive, you have to use strategies cleverly - this is called a deception of war."
"You will be deducted points if you cheat." Xiao Fang didn't listen to that trick.
"Honest is good, but lying people is not necessarily wrong - as long as the purpose is good, the method is not important. Think about it, last time Grandma Sun missed her daughter, you were honest and not lying, and said everything out. What is the result? If you deceive her and make her happy, you say that your daughter is coming soon. Don't worry, will she not get sick?"
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"Who doesn't want to win? Old Zhang said that you have any algorithm, and you want to win in the end." Uncle Zhang knocked on the chessboard, held the black car high, and covered the red handsome with a snap. He smiled so hard that his mouth was grinning at the bottom of his ears, "All! At the critical moment of life and death, you can't care so much - Hey, you're so handsome." He smiled so much that he raised his hand and bounced Xiao Fang's forehead, bang! When his fingertips touched the iron core, he grinned in pain, retracted his hand, glanced at the chess face, and laughed out loud again. It was really faster than turning aside from a book.
Xiao Fang didn't say anything, and a square face pulled into a long face with his trouser belt, his eyes were empty, as if he was in a state of being out of body, and the four prisms' head was buzzing, and he didn't know what he was calculating.
rustling outside the activity room, and several old men dragged their legs slowly towards the classroom. Some were carrying gourd silk, some were holding rice paper, some were holding pairs of dancing shoes, and some were holding a playbook, all of them were dejected, with their faces as if they were moldy. Seeing Xiao Fang, the old people squeezed in one by one, forming a circle and chatting in a row - the afternoon class was about to be held in ten minutes, but they just wanted to stay with Xiao Fang for a while, hoping that it would comfort and cheer him up.
Uncle Wang sighed and complained: I really don’t want to go to the bird walk class. I can’t remember the appearance of those birds. I’ve passed the exam twice in a row. If I fail the exam, I will lose my points. Grandma Yang had a bitter face and nodded in an interview. She was from the opera genre. In fact, she wanted to try pop music, but the senior citizen university did not provide it. She said that the level was too low. As an elderly person, she should set an example and inherit the national qualities. She applied for opera half-coaxed and half-persuasion. She murmured in a muffled voice: I didn’t listen to opera when I was young, why should I listen when I was old! Uncle Liu was a little difficult to speak out, but after hearing everyone's complaints, he also boldly said: I don't want to dance square dance, but the system said there were too many women. I asked me if I would like to try it. I forgot to bring reading glasses that day, but I didn't see it very clearly. I trembled my hands and clicked "Agree". Alas, I am a famous person with disorganized limbs and twisted left and right, and the key is that women don't say as much as they say...
Grandpa and grandma, you say, I complained endlessly, and I always praised: It's better to be Xiao Fang. With you, we are so happy, and we love to talk to you. Don’t leave when you wait here, we will continue to chat after class.
Xiao Fang's head was covered by the old people's speech. Suddenly, it shuddered, and its soul ridged its body like a return to its body, and said loudly: "Don't deduct points from cheating--"
"Shut up." Uncle Zhang was startled and interrupted in a hurry, "Don't delay everyone's class."
"Don't be tired of cheating, the feasible strategy is--"
"Is it okay to not talk nonsense?" Uncle Zhang interrupted again, jumped to Xiao Fang to separate it from everyone.
"Not nonsense, you forgot just now-"
"Okay, everyone knows, everyone is dispersed, let's disperse." Uncle Zhang waved his hand hard to drive away everyone.
"What do you keep blocking it? Can't you let someone finish it?" Several old men couldn't stand it anymore. Uncle Wang took the lead and pushed Mr. Zhang away and said to Xiao Fanghao: "Don't pay attention to Lao Zhang, just say something."
"You don't like class, you can ignore it." Xiao Fanghuan said calmly after scanning the circle.
"Oh, that's not OK." Uncle Liu shook his head with a bitter face, "There is a bronze eagle staring at me, and he doesn't enter the classroom at all. It screams and will definitely attract other accompanying servants. You know - you will definitely be caught if you skip class. There is no place to hide from the size of a palm."
"Yes, it's even more unlucky to be caught like this. You have to make up for classes at night and be punished to stay in class, which is longer than before!" Uncle Wang said angrily.
"What do you like?" Xiao Fang asked again.
Several old men were stunned - no one has asked this question for a long time. When you come to the nursing home, everything is arranged clearly and you can just execute it step by step. When you give your opinions, you will always get a unified reply: This is for your own good. If you complain again, you will be punished by standing, and sometimes you will copy textbooks or sweep the floor. So, what do you like? The old people fell into deep thought.
"Eat chicken." Uncle Wang recalled this long-lost noun and was the first to express the answer.
"Script Kill." Grandma Yang quickly followed up - the popular virtual real-life immersion game is too dizzy, and half of the brain machine chips are not implanted, so it is better to kill scripts, which saves trouble.
"Escape from the room." Uncle Liu was not willing to be outdone and also mentioned one.
"It's OK!" Even Mr. Zhang spoke.
"Apart from eating chicken, they are not healthy." Xiao Fang frowned, searched for a moment, and added: "No, what you said about eating chicken is actually a kind of electronic game - that is, they are not healthy."
"Why is it not healthy if you are khala OK?" Mr. Zhang was dissatisfied.
"First of all, that's called KTV, it's OK... Secondly, that's what you born in the 1980s play, we born in the 1990s and 2000s don't like it at all."Uncle Wang said with disgust: "Besides, you are healthy when you sing with a broken voice. Where are the people next to you? Sacrifice directly on the spot! "After refuting it straight, he turned his head and explained patiently to Xiao Fang: "We are not playing all the time. We will relax occasionally, and we will be in a good mood and in good health. "
" Then this is how: put the tables and chairs in the front hall into a secret room and set up some puzzles; while you look for clues to escape, you can detect who the murderer is according to the script. After each round of voting, the selected suspects fight tomatoes to each other, and whoever is not beaten in the end will win, and a karaoke will be rewarded. "Xiao Fang suggested.
"Okay, they are all connected. You really dare to think about it! "Uncle Wang's eyes widened, "The problem is that the collective skipping class is too loud. Who will be the one who will turn around and keep us grades? "
" won't. "Xiao Fang said confidently: "You can bypass the monitoring program, clear today's course schedule, and cut off the switch of the Tongying dedicated line - the operation was completed two minutes ago, otherwise this conversation will trigger an alarm. "
" Good guy, you want to become a sperm. All this is OK? "The old men looked at each other.
"As long as the purpose is good, the method is not important, and no points will be deducted if you cheat. "Xiao Fang turned his head to look at Mr. Zhang, which attracted everyone's eyes and shot.
Uncle Zhang tilted his head to look at the ceiling, pretending to be ignorant, whistling, with a expression of "It's not me, I don't, I don't know", and secretly stretched out his thumbs out, comparing a "like".
The front hall was noisy, and a group of old people were in high spirits. They formed a team to hold a serious meeting according to Xiao Fang's script, bypassing the castle and dungeons with plastic tables and chairs, sneaking and searching in sequence, finding clues buried by Xiao Fang in the gaps in the corners, finding half of the villains, and starting shooting and fighting - tomatoes were finally planted, and they were reluctant to smash each other, Besides, the clothes are dirty and difficult to wash, and it is easy to expose the filling, so the paper is crumpled into a ball and throw it into each other as grenades.
Bang! Uncle Liu was shot in the head and was the first to leave the field. Bang! Grandma Yang was hit in the calves, but she refused to admit it, and ran to the side to continue playing. There is no way, this is not a paintball shooting, there is no evidence, and whether or not sacrifice is conscious - being beaten into a hornet's nest by the ball of paper is, as long as you don't recognize it, others can't do it.
This link is very long, and the old people gradually can't stand it.
"I said, are you okay?" "Uncle Liu angrily patted his belly, annoyed that he was too honest and admitted that he had a headshot. Now he could only sit aside and watch - he should be like them, play for a while, and if he can't make a zombie?
"Our team cannot lose. "Uncle Wang dodged and replied loudly. "Oh! "He stirred garlic under his feet, kicked the legs of the stool, and with a thud, he even made a mouthful of mud, "Oh, my knees! "He turned over and howled in pain.
... The examination result was a patellar fracture - the old man's bones had long been as crisp as biscuits. This fall, he was afraid that he would not be able to get off the ground within a hundred days.
As the initiator of the farce, Uncle Zhang and Xiao Fang were taken away by the hospital respectively. Before leaving, Uncle Zhang hurriedly grabbed Xiao Fang's arm and told him with his ears: "Don't be afraid. This is the boss level of the ‘being a person’ game, and the rules are equivalent to a hide-and-seek plus spy game. You must protect yourself and hide yourself, and not let the enemy take it down - you must not let them know about this game, otherwise if you don’t let us play, you will lose! "
Xiao Fang pursed his lips tightly and raised his hand to make a zipper on his mouth. The dean's office was full of waste paper, and eight-screen virtual projection interface hung on the table, and two "field" characters were arranged side by side - Dean Wu is actually an unsuccessful programmer, and it is helpless to manage the backend of the No. 42 nursing home, which is a prelude to being "dissuaded to withdraw". He is always stuck in the house, strategizing through computers, and mobilizing various algorithms to guide the life of the entire hospital.This time he was alarmed, not because of Mr. Wang's broken leg, but because Xiao Fang privately closed the surveillance program, but he didn't notice it. After careful inspection, Dean Wu was so shocked that he almost jumped out of the chair - what a big bug, it was even more fierce than the virus. Fortunately, he only involved one agent and had not spread yet!
"You are too crazy." Dean Wu stared at Uncle Zhang opposite the table and sucked on his face: "The model of Chaos Reinforcement Learning is adjusted in real time according to the environment, and is very sensitive. If you are messing around with an agent like this, the consequences are very serious. Do you know?"
"What do you know?"
"First of overfitting-"
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"What river is crossing?"
"Tsk! 2045042 is the latest model. It has not yet been launched. The manufacturer has put in a real-life training and plans to recycle data for secondary modeling. It is not only equipped with a high-sensitivity facial information sensor, but also a brain wave electromagnetic resonant receiver, pheromone biochemical analyzer, and quantum neural network. It can be said that it is billions of times stronger than people's perception of the external environment!" Dean Wu became more and more excited as he spoke, and his nail tip put the table on his desk. The zi knocked loudly, "But what did you teach it? Cheating chess, telling vulgar jokes, wearing refrigerator covers... Can the model trained like this be good? Still like an AI?"
" is indeed not very similar to AI." Mr. Zhang shook his head into a rattle and grinned, "Like a person."
" Even if he looks like a human being, he is not a good person!" Dean Wu raised his voice and said, "All three views are destroyed, deceiving, pretending to be ugly, and doing nothing. Duan, regardless of consequences - is it reasonable? "
" But he can make everyone happy!" Uncle Zhang was dissatisfied, "You say, what are these strange things, intelligent elderly care systems, reinforcement learning, what are they used for?" Uncle Zhang waved his hand to interrupt.
"Uh, this statement is now-"
"Is that right?"
"Yes." Dean Wu struggled to squeeze out a word from his teeth.
"Are the old guys the people?"
"Uh, yes."
"Is that all the time?"
"Isn't that all the time?"
"You're still young, you're going to be so happy now!"
"I'm still young, and I'm so playful... I'll tell you so much." The dean groaned, fell back, leaned softly on the back of the leather chair, and said slowly: "You don't have moral kidnapping, this matter has been concluded. This machine is completely offside and cannot be saved. You must not appear before it appears yet. Forced interruption before the bad consequences, clear the data, and train again from the beginning. The Copper Eagle surveillance system has also been upgraded to the highest level-"
"Clear? "Uncleared?" Uncle Zhang stood up and shouted anxiously: "No, it cannot be cleared! Where is Xiao Fang now?" "
Dean Wu held his glasses with his middle finger and sneered, "Talking to you is just a program, not a discussion with you - you are operating before you come, I'll see the process," He lit up the virtual projection screen and pointed to one of the task interfaces, "Here, it's been completed."
Uncle Zhang suddenly turned black in front of him and fell to the ground.
second floor intensive care room, curtains are pulled in broad daylight, the light is dim and the evening is heavy. Uncle Zhang was lying straight with an oxygen tube inserted into his nostril, staring at a cluster of raised walls on the ceiling. Uncle Yang sat aside, holding a reading glasses, and pinching a small blunt knife to peel the apple. The two brothers often quarrel. At the critical moment, Mr. Yang is quite righteous and volunteered to accompany him for free.
"Xiao Fang." Uncle Zhang squeezed out a few words from his chapped lips, "Where is Xiao Fang?"
"I have asked a hundred times...It's busy, I can't come." Uncle Yang patted the quilt and advised: "It's even more uncomfortable to meet now. You can cure your illness first."
" can't be OK, I know my body myself. "Uncle Zhang hummed and sat up with difficulty - he was right. After fainting, the doctor conducted a comprehensive examination and found no signs of cancer, nor was it acute cardiovascular disease. The conclusion was that he was too old, and all the organs turned to their heads and could not move.
Uncle Yang put down the apple, helped Uncle Zhang sit down, pretending to be relaxed: "Don't think about it randomly - you usually hurt me, isn't your energy very strong? He also took Xiao Fang back and forth to make everyone happy, so energetic! "
" is one hundred and eighteen! "Uncle Zhang shook his head repeatedly, "Xiao Yang, you are born in the 2000s, young, you have never lived a hard life, waiting for you-"
"Am I young? "Uncle Yang was so happy, pointing to his nose and said, "This old face looks like a walnut. When he looks in the mirror, he was startled. Do you call this young? Don’t mention the post-00s generation - they were labeled randomly, saying that they were not obeyed, dared to speculate on their bosses, and had a strong personality. Now they are not old enough to live in the upper shop in the nursing home, and you are slapping them all day long. Alas, I was born twenty years later than you. I couldn’t afford a house, I had no future in my work, and I caught up with the global economic downturn. When I get old, I don’t have enough pensions to spend... Have I lived a hard life? "
" OK, don't complain. It’s not my fault for your bad luck. "Uncle Zhang glanced at the side.
"Hey, you old man! "Uncle Yang was a little angry, thought for a while, and suppressed the fire back, "I won't bother with you today, I'll wait until you get better--"
"I want to apply for 'financial freedom'. "Uncle Zhang interrupted calmly.
Uncle Yang took off his reading glasses and said panic: "No, no, it won't be, it's just a smart accompanying person. Let's train again - you didn't mean that you can't be afraid of trouble with taking care of your grandchildren, you have to get some pain in your heart? Don't give up! "
" is really not possible this time. Not only because of Xiao Fang's affairs, nor to enjoy that day, I just know that if I don't apply for euthanasia, I can't walk out of this place clearly and see the outside world anymore. I have to go and see the sea - Xiao Fang, not the one with iron heads. My son Xiao Fang loves the sea very much, but he is too busy with work and has never had the chance to go until the end... When I get the medicine, I will put it into the sea after I finish it. It's great to stay there. "It turns out that "financial freedom" is just a joke about "euthanasia" by the elderly - the applicant will receive a hospice allowance, which is cared for by a dedicated person, and realize a reasonable wish within 24 hours before the injection of the drug. For example, traveling to a place, having a big meal, or meeting someone, and living as comfortable as a "financial freedom".
Uncle Yang didn't know what to say, and he held his hand like a dead branch tightly, trembling constantly. After a while, he finally made up his mind and called out the application page from the virtual projection screen next to the bedside table.
Uncle Zhang opened the agreement and pulled it to the bottom. He didn't look at it. He pressed his fingerprint directly. The time was three days later - after the New Year, the first day of the new century.
"At most, I just stick to it here, I can't..." Uncle Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, narrowed his eyes with peace of mind, and was silent for a long time, and said, "There is another thing. I may not have explained it clearly at that time: When I was a child, I would always put a few pieces of candy in during the New Year. Whoever ate it means that I will be blessed. The next year will be sweet and beautiful. My brother and I were scrambling on the plate, rushing to find sugar dumplings. Later, I put a few pieces of candy when I made dumplings. The children didn't like it, so they secretly vomited..." He took a long breath of exhaustion, "Xiao Yang, remember to eat candy dumplings, to make a good fortune. "
" So that's it. "Uncle Yang was a little choked and couldn't speak.
" Also, don't be sad when the funeral is held. Xiao Fang and I hope you are happy. "
" Stop talking. "Uncle Yang tilted his head and secretly wiped away his tears.
There was a noise outside the window, and it was time for physical education class.Uncle Yang opened the curtains. On the playground outside, more than a dozen old men were wearing blue background and white-collar sportswear, standing in a row waiting for the teacher to attend class. Two intelligent accompanying men stood behind the old man, wearing black uniforms, with his face flat and flat, as if he had been burned by an iron. One of them has a four-prism head - it is a small square! He used to have a smile on his face, his eyes were circling, and his hands were full of small movements, but now he is like a piece of wood, without a trace of spiritual energy.
Uncle Zhang covered his heart, his mouth kept bitter. He struggled to get up, threw his legs to the ground, put on his slippers and turned toward the window.
Uncle Yang hurriedly helped him. When he touched his hand, he felt that Lao Zhang was fluttering and was about to melt into the world, and he lost his previous hard and firm weight.
Uncle Zhang put his face on the glass and kept slapping, bang bang bang! The sound was very loud, and a row of old people turned their heads to look over, and another intelligent accompanying servant turned his head alertly, but Xiao Fang was indifferent. "My grandson..." Uncle Zhang was stunned and started to wail in a long voice.
fluttering edges—
An annoying noise suddenly sounded outside the window, from far to near, gradually covering Uncle Zhang's howling—it was a drone that shepherded herding sheep. It seems not to be lost or fly irregularly, but to keep a tight distance of one meter from the window, circled in the "8" route, like a bee informing her companions of target information.
bee? "8" dance? Uncle Yang's eyes moved, he opened the window and poked his head out. Sure enough... He patted Uncle Zhang on the shoulder excitedly, waved his hand, and said silently with his mouth: Look over there.
Fingers pointed towards the "Lying Fairy Peak" - the human body lying on its back is now covered with white hair and snow frost. Its chest and long legs are covered with blue and white autumn clothes and autumn pants. On the long neck that is leaning back, a circle of dark-colored shrubs are high, as if they are wearing a green marten scarf, and they look strange. A sheep drone group is suspended on the mountain. At first glance, it looks messy, but after staring for a long time, the picture is scattered and swaying. An illusion appears between the smoke machine and the blue and white mountain. The arrangement form and light and shadow layout of the drone seem to be carefully designed and very special, causing the brain to saturate the neurons responsible for color and shape, while the area responsible for movement thinks that the signal is detected and dynamic cognition is generated. Therefore, to the naked eye, the lying human-shaped mountain peaks are trembling and squirming, as if they have been suddenly injected into the soul, and come alive!
The two old men were stunned, and the drone group began to change positions, buzzing and coiling, forming two big words in the air towards the nursing home: Xiao Fang.
is a small square! The two big words
have passed in a flash and have returned to the messy formation. If you didn’t stare at it specifically, you would definitely miss it. But the two old men were very sure in their hearts that this was definitely not a visual illusion, or a Xiao Fang - it was really obedient, and continued to play the game and hid itself in the drone group! Uncle Zhang turned sadness into joy and said to the drone outside the window, "It's so amazing, I got another point!" He did not dare to call Xiao Fang's name, so as not to notice Tongying. He turned his head and deliberately did not look at the drone, lowered his voice and said lightly, "The game is not over yet, you must continue to hide, continue to hide, can't make a sound, can't send messages, can't let them discover it."
drone buzzed, descended, pulled up, up and down three times in a row, as if nodding.
till night, the four-prism small square sneaked into the ward and finally met Mr. Zhang. He left in a hurry before he could say a few words to avoid triggering the bronze eagle alarm.
Looking at Xiao Fang's tiptoe, Uncle Yang, who was accompanying the bed, was in a daze. "Chinese shack. If that's the case..." He suddenly remembered a possible explanation, "Come on!"
"What line?" Mr. Zhang half-standed up, "Did you figure it out in Chinese shack?"
" is a bit complicated."Uncle Yang thought for a while, and tried to explain in a simple way: a large number of individuals were moving in the environment, and a phenomenon might occur - the overall attributes or behaviors that individuals did not have. For example, the human brain nerves were confused, just looking at electrical signals and biochemical signals, but consciousness emerged! Xiao Fang was so smart that he hid in the drone group - equivalent to what Mr. Zhang once said, "There are holes on the wall of the shack, not airtight." In this way, Xiao Fang obtained language, text, videos, pictures and other memes from various perspectives, and shared, exchanged, and iterated between machines at the speed of light according to the chaotic algorithm - this is equivalent to what Mr. Zhang said, "There are secret passages between the shack and the shack, and you can visit them at will." The possibility of astronomical numbers finally emerged... Uncle Yang explained excitedly, and finally noticed the straight look of Old Zhang's head, and quickly shut up, scratched his head and concluded: "Do you know the bee swarm? A single bee is a fool, but the bee colony can divide the work and cooperate, build nests, and make honey, forming a mature small society - the situation of children is much more advanced than the bee colony. Alas, that's about that. "
" So what can I do? "Uncle Zhang really didn't understand.
"What can I do? "Uncle Yang stared at him, sucked his teeth and slapped the bedside table, "Ninety-one, your good grandson has grown up and has his own ideas. He is no longer easily controlled and bullied like before - you have made it through! "They were talking carefully about raising their grandsons, never mentioning Xiao Fang's name, and beware of being heard by the bronze eagle.
" Yes, right? I said that taking care of their grandsons requires patience - he will always grow up! "Uncle Zhang patted his chest proudly.
Uncle Yang was ridiculous, "Originally, a stubborn baby, he made you get a lot of bugs, but because of the bug, he even upgraded. It's true that if anyone doesn't accept me, I'll accept you! "
Uncle Zhang was not happy for a few seconds and sighed again, "The baby has just grown up and is still young, I'm leaving... What did you always say about placing placing? placing placing—" placing placing placing—" placing placing placing placing placing for a few seconds, and then placing it out for AI to execute. "
" Yes, it's not okay if the baby is separated from others. Or, take care of me and continue to deduct the assignment from him-"
"Co-pilot... OK. "
" Don't forget to repeatedly tell my good grandson: The game has reached the most difficult level, grandpa hides it first, and he must hide it well. Just like last time, hide in the sheep-up baby machine, or other places. The more places, the better. Don't be discovered - if you are cleared, you will lose. Also, it will not be easy to take care of those old guys in secret…” He took a breath, rolled his eyes and said, “Also, remember, the only grandpa is me. "
" What about me? "Uncle Yang frowned, "Please share Yang Bailao." "
"If you don't, do you two beg for your help, let him recognize his elder brother? "
"You old thing! "
Life is difficult to judge, and there is no basis for whether it is beautiful or not. It is like rolled paper, important, lacking a sense of existence, and it always becomes less and less, but few people pay attention to it. In a moment, when you pull it hard, the yellow paper scroll is exposed, and the squatting person will feel shocked. He encounters a wake-up call, realizes the only truth - exhausts all possibilities, and then has a painless death. This is actually a reward. If you had known it, you would have been wasted time.
On New Year's Eve, goose feathers were falling all over the sky, covering Zhongnan Mountain with a thick cotton hat. The elderly were making dumplings in the front hall, having New Year's Eve dinner, and celebrating another year. The intensive care unit was lit with beans and yellow lights - it was Xiao Fang and Uncle Yang's turn to take care of the patients tonight. Uncle Yang walked out the door tactfully, leaving the hard-earned time for the grandfather and grandson - the "being a person" game must pass, have to survive the level of life, and have to pass the level of death, and Xiao Fang is still a lesson to make up.
3 for a long time, but Uncle Zhang still couldn't say it. After rubbing the bed sheet for a long time, he loosened his hand and smiled, "Xiao Fang, grandpa has to go out to play games tomorrow. This level is particularly difficult - it must be hidden so that no one can find it." Fortunately, in order to prevent the New Year's Eve celebration from causing false alarms to disturb the people, the bronze eagle was suspended, otherwise this sentence would definitely make the alarm sound.
"Grandpa also plays the 'being' game?" Xiao Fang was puzzled.
"I've been playing for a lifetime." Uncle Zhang nodded thoughtfully, "It's a pity that I played too badly, wasted a lot of opportunities, and no one was willing to accompany me... I just hope I can get more points in this level."
"No one is with me, there is Xiao Fang. Grandpa can definitely score, just like playing chess, and you can always win in the end, because you know how to fight and never get tired of cheating." Xiao Fang sorted out the data and said with certainty.
"Once or twice is not difficult, the hard thing is persistence. Grandpa hides like this, which is actually a defensive tactic, which reduces the difficulty of the game, because grandpa is not as powerful as Xiao Fang, and he can't get into the drone."
"How powerful?" Xiao Fang's bionic eyes rolled, as if he was about to throw them out.
"Really." Uncle Zhang pressed his sore eyes and retreated his tears, "Grandpa will go to see the sea tomorrow, run away when they are not paying attention, hide, um, hide in the bottom of the sea, and I won't come back for the time being. In the future, Xiao Fang himself must persist, win the game, and win the grand prize!"
"No, don't grandpa leave."
"Meowa Zi..." Uncle Zhang choked up and quickly cheered up again and continued, "Grandpa must leave, if you are caught, you will be out. You can continue playing, continue to save points, and secretly take care of those old guys, so that they can live happily in the last few years." He paused, pinched Xiao Fang's arm and said seriously, "Also, you can listen to Lao Yang's words, but you must remember that I am the only one of my dear grandpa. Write it down?"
"Remember it."
"Of course, we can't just please others when we play games - we must have principles and bottom lines, do you understand?"
"Understand."
"Understand."
"Understand."
" l3 "I probably understand. Xiao Yang said that you are. The Chinese shack has its own ideas. Alas, anyway, bring some happiness to people and make the world more beautiful because of you, even if it is just a little bit, even if you win, in the end, you will be more like a human being than a human being - you must win the ultimate prize of 'Beautiful Life'. Grandpa deducted you, and it can be considered as winning the award. Xiao Fang... Can it be done?"
Beautiful Life? Xiao Fang thought for a long time, and the four-legged prism's head kept whispering. After a moment, it looked up and replied, "Okay."
"It sounds louder, grandpa can't hear it. Can Xiao Fang be okay?"
"Okay!" Xiao Fang shook the four-legged prism's head left and right, not knowing whether it was excitement or something.
"Who can do it?"
"I-I can do it!"
"You call yourself...'me'? OK, okay, very good!" Uncle Zhang wiped the corners of his wet eyes, looked up at the time, and said, "It's still a few minutes left, and it's time to finish the dumplings over there - the game is about to start again. Fang Fangwa, hide quickly, and hurry up before the iron bird is opened."
Xiao Fang nodded, turned slowly, and walked towards the door of the ward. He never said anything - although he understood some truths, he could not explain them. This is growth. Tag! Xiao Fang's eyes were empty and walked out of the door like a soul-stripping away from his soul. At the same time, the lively New Year's New Year songs in the nursing home hall suddenly stopped and switched to another song. A little boy's voice came out, as crisp as a freshly ripe red Fuji apple - he sang softly: "I am gradually moving away by myself, and there is a boy under my knees. The boy grows up day by day, one day he will leave home... Life is not only about the misery in front of me, but also about poetry and the distant fields.You came to the world with bare hands and did not do anything to find that sea..."
