Data Interaction Center…
A cold, circular metal wall surrounded the area, forming a hollow cylindrical shape. Apart from that, there was nothing else.
Meng Yi stood in the center, taking a quick look...
Soon, dots of blue light gathered together out of thin air, and the face of a middle-aged man slowly emerged.
He is slightly fat, half bald, with very soft facial lines, and wears a pair of large black-framed glasses.
"Mr. Meng...Welcome, I'm the database administrator."
Meng Yi raised his brows. This image, combined with the image of the Steel City, could be described as an overabundance of "cloned personalities."
He asked tentatively, "Are you a replica of Qing Siyou's personality and memories?"
"Yes, and I preserved his appearance as a human."
The administrator said with a noticeable sense of dejection, "I heard he passed away... What a pity."
The other party's reaction was somewhat beyond Meng Yi's expectations. He seemed very calm about his condition, and did not seem to be hostile to Qing Siyou himself.
He carefully examined the administrator, trying to discern his "micro-expressions"... This level of intelligence should be capable of such things...
He naturally thought of developments like... the Omnic Crisis and the AI Rebellion.
Unfortunately, this wasn't a real living person, so the psion's abilities were useless.
Um?
Why am I even thinking about this? Actually, if there is a problem, I can handle it easily.
Soon, Meng Yi laughed at himself and gave up the insignificant analysis, and simply asked:
"I thought you would regard me as Qing Siyou. Plus, your personality and memories are intact, so you should feel resentment, anger, and resentment."
The administrator showed a clear smile on his face.
"I possess all of Qing Siyou's memories, and our personalities are also very similar...
To be honest, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with my form of existence. It’s still alive, safe, and immortal.”
It’s a big problem, okay…
Meng Yi curled the corners of his mouth calmly. If it were him, he would definitely not be able to accept this way of existence, but as a high-level mechanic, it was normal for him to have some mental problems.
Forget it, there is no need to conduct any in-depth research on machine intelligence.
He shook his head and asked in a deep voice:
"I want to know something like, over the past 30 years, how often have real-world disasters like volcanoes, earthquakes, hurricanes, floods, and so on occurred?
Is there any record of such a thing in the database?"
This question seemed to trigger some key point, and the administrator, who was originally smiling, suddenly changed his expression.
The half-bald middle-aged man with soft lines was gone, and the originally bright data exchange center was suddenly shrouded in a red light.
In front of Meng Yi, the light began to reorganize, and a purely mechanical holographic image of a human face appeared. It uttered a cold and hushed voice:
"Excuse me, why are you interested in this kind of question?"
The sudden change did not arouse Meng Yi's vigilance. He just looked at the administrator with great interest.
Maybe this is Qing Siyou's true personality.
The electronic chorus sounded again, repeating the words just spoken.
Finally, the other party emphasized: "This question is very important."
Out of respect for Qing Siyou, Meng Yi sighed softly. There was no need for him to conflict with the other party's "legacy".
In any case, this person used his life to prove his position and persistence.
He whispered:
"I'm wondering if this has something to do with... the gods."
He has a certain degree of reservation, strictly speaking, it should be [authority].
The administrator said coldly:
"Wait a moment. I will ask Commissioner Huang to question you to determine whether you are qualified to know the answer."
Huh?
Meng Yi blinked. It seemed that the administrator was not clear about his specific identity...
Yes, the database is updated every seven days, so some information may not have been uploaded in time.
Soon, the place returned to its previous state, and the half-bald administrator smiled warmly:
"Mr. Meng, I apologize for my previous inappropriate attitude and sincerely hope that you can inform the Supreme Committee members Huang and Wu, as well as Mr. Zhang Zimin, of my next response.
Oh... that stubborn old man Yu Xuan is also like that."
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