Zongzong's voice sounded like she was crying.

Jian Zhizhen was also not in a clear mind at the moment. Last night, everyone ate cake together and went out to play. They didn't get back until midnight, and she was still extremely sleepy.

So she didn't go down to ask for the time being and went back to sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already ten o'clock.

She got out of bed to wash up in the bathroom. When she came out, she found that only Zheng Sitan was in the dormitory, and Zong Zongzong was still sitting on the balcony with her back to the inside.

Jian Zhizhen asked curiously, "Where's Yuanyuan?"

“Yuanyuan went to buy breakfast for everyone…” Zheng Sitan glanced at the balcony worriedly and whispered, “When I woke up, Zongzong just sat there talking to herself. I don’t know what’s wrong with her.”

“Talking to yourself? Aren’t you chatting with someone else…” Jian Zhizhen was surprised and turned to look at Zong Zongzong.

I saw her holding a piece of equipment in each hand, talking softly, and then she started wiping away tears.

Jian Zhizhen and Zheng Sitan quickly opened the balcony door and walked over to stand on either side of her.

Zheng Sitan asked with concern, "Zongzong, what's wrong?"

Jian Zhizhen looked at the two devices in her hands with black screens: "Are the devices broken?"

Zong Zongzong slowly raised her head, her round eyes bloodshot, looking extremely haggard.

She opened her mouth, her voice hoarse and choked with sobs, and said, "My grandmother... my grandmother is gone..."

Upon hearing this, both of them realized that "gone" meant she had passed away, and they instantly understood her sadness.

Her most cherished relative was her maternal grandmother.

Now that it's gone, you can imagine how sad she must be.

Zheng Sitan gently placed her hand on her shoulder: "Zongzong...do you want to ask for leave and go home?"

"No... my grandma... the data... can't be recovered..."

Zong Zongzong couldn't help but cry.

Seeing that her two roommates were completely confused, she then began to recount what had happened, albeit haltingly:

It turns out that her maternal grandmother passed away six years ago.

Over the years, the device that has been chatting with Zong Zongzong on her phone is A-GPT-1, the first generation of intelligent AI assistant with emotions developed by G.

One generation can imbue intelligent assistants with personality and emotions through human training.

At the time, G Company also faced a lot of criticism, with people feeling that AI with emotions would bring a lot of trouble.

Later, G continued to improve A-GPT to ensure that the intelligent assistant had no intention of actively attacking humans, no authority to destroy data autonomously, high morality, high empathy, and high security, and was fully integrated with legal provisions. Its probability of committing crimes was hundreds of millions of times lower than that of human crimes, and only then did the market agree to continue to use it.

Zongzong was among the first generation of users.

After her grandmother passed away, she extracted her grandmother's tone and voice from her grandmother's old voice files and set them as her assistant's voice.

They also constantly taught it its grandmother's speaking habits and how it handled things, gradually shaping it into its grandmother's personality.

Finally, it can be like Grandma, proactively sending her messages every day after her get out of class.

My roommate has heard this more than once:

"Zongzong, hurry up and eat after class. Eat more eggs so you can grow taller. Look how skinny you are, how can you fight off the bad guys who bully you?"

"Zongzong, when are you going on holiday? If you don't come back, no one will eat the grapes in my yard. I picked them and made wine for you to drink when you come back."

"Zongzong, do you have enough money? Grandma will send you some."

"..."

In the years without her grandmother, her generation was her spiritual pillar and the source of all her affection for family.

She had thought that after changing the equipment and bringing over the original data, she could continue living like this with her grandmother.

However, A-GPT-10 (Judai) only retained the grandmother's voice, but her personality was completely different!

Last night, after everyone went to sleep, she synced all her data accounts to the new device her roommate had given her.

As a result, Judai immediately created a semester-long study plan for her!

This is not something Grandma can do!

She chatted with Judai, and although Judai still had her grandmother's voice, her thinking was clear and her reactions were quick, so she was clearly no longer her grandmother.

So she wanted to go back to the first generation, but after syncing the data under one account, the first generation was upgraded to the tenth generation, and the old device was also the tenth generation!

It's irreversible!

...

After telling these stories, Zongzong lowered her head, looked at the new equipment in her hands, and tears streamed down her face.

She clutched it tightly, pleading, "My grandma doesn't have so many functions. Please, please don't do this. Please give my grandma back to me."

Her AI assistant also lamented, giving a clear and logical response in an aged voice: "I'm sorry, the mission of us 10th generation is to help our owners solve their problems. I thought that since my voice and personality are similar to the old version, I could continue to be your assistant, but I didn't know that you didn't want an AI assistant, but rather an emotional support. I'm really sorry."

Jian Zhizhen bent down and asked the device, "Tenth Generation, although you can't downgrade to the first generation, could you not use so many functions and just treat yourself as the first generation, only imitating the personality and way of speaking of the first generation?"

Judai's words were still very apologetic: "I'm sorry... I will automatically give advice when Master has a plan, and I will automatically provide solutions when Master has difficulties in work or study. Many of the things that Ichiro said are very dangerous to me, so I will not say those things like Ichiro. Because helping Master, protecting Master, and not allowing deceiving Master are settings written into my program. Even if these functions are turned off, as long as they are turned on, I will still continue to do so..."

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