How to determine whether a robot possesses consciousness is a false proposition.
At least for now, there is no standard answer.
However, this does not prevent Director Wang and others from making their judgment on Sailor Moon No. 7; they have their own criteria for judgment.
One of these is determining whether it possesses emotions and why it experiences those emotions.
Why did you hit those two... things just now?
After thinking for a long time, Director Wang could only use "things" to replace "robot," because he was also afraid.
He was afraid that if the robot really gained consciousness, it might resist the title and beat him up again.
“Because what those people said made me feel really bad, I wanted to beat them up, but my subconscious told me that I couldn’t hurt them, so I could only beat up their underlings.”
Stumbling and hesitant, Sailor Moon Number Seven uttered a sentence.
The group exchanged glances, their eyes brimming with barely concealed excitement: This guy is actually in pain!
Taking a deep breath, Director Wang continued, "Why are you feeling unwell?"
Just like coaxing a child, the tone was very gentle.
"Because...their tone made me uncomfortable, like they were looking down on us."
"Did someone teach you these words?"
“Teach? No, I don’t know why it’s like this, it’s like… I was always supposed to be like this.”
......
This bizarre conversation lasted for an hour, and the outside world is waiting for the organizing committee's final explanation.
At 2 PM, the organizing committee of the Robotics Conference held a press conference:
First, we announce the successful conclusion of this conference ahead of schedule;
Secondly, appeasement compensation will be provided to Boston Dynamics and Google;
Furthermore, the organizing committee will be making a major announcement soon; the specific timing will be announced later…
Dissatisfaction has been expressed from all sectors regarding this world conference, which started strong but ended weakly.
"What is this? No great inventions, just a robot boxing match?"
"Just a little money loss? Is our mountain country's technology only worth a few taels of silver?"
"Don't hold these kinds of conferences anymore, they're shameful!"
These comments were made by people from the mountain country, as well as some public intellectuals and influential figures from the East.
From their so-called objective perspective, they utterly smeared the organizing committee and Lao Wan's group.
After the press conference, neither the organizing committee nor Lao Wan nor his team spoke a word or made a public appearance.
The group boarded Lao Wan's private jet and arrived in Shanghai at 5 p.m. that day.
After another long and tiring journey, the group's convoy arrived at Changming Island, only to be stopped by two heavily armed guards.
"we are……"
"No one is allowed to advance. This is a military restricted area. Please stand back!"
The People's Liberation Army's authority deterred anyone from crossing the line.
We looked at each other, then at each other, and finally our gazes settled on Lao Wan.
"I'll call him again!"
Unfortunately, she was the only one in this group with a reliable contact number, but the problem was that she had already made several calls, and no one answered.
After determining that Sailor Moon No. 7 possessed preliminary consciousness, Director Wang was eager for her to hand over her intelligent program or to jointly develop it.
Lao Wan did not agree immediately, but said that he needed to obtain the developer's consent.
As a result, they couldn't get in touch with Gao Feng, and with no other option, everyone had to travel a long distance to persuade him in person.
I never expected there would be People's Liberation Army soldiers at their doorstep...
"Sorry, making phone calls is prohibited in military restricted areas!"
"..."
The group obediently retreated beyond the cordon, watching eagerly as Wan Xinyue made her phone call.
After dialing six times, the call finally went through.
"Old Gao, what are you doing? Why are you only answering the phone now?"
As soon as the call connected, Lao Wan turned on speakerphone and launched into a tirade of complaints.
"Huh? Asleep. My brain has been too tired lately, and my hair is almost not growing back."
Director Wang nodded slightly. He truly deserves to be called a master who developed a program with self-awareness. He worked so hard and endured so much hardship.
"The address you gave me is wrong. Why is it a military restricted area?"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I moved. I'll send you the new address."
Gao Ang had no intention of telling them that these were engineering soldiers, specifically responsible for building his laboratory. That would be blatantly telling them: I'm just showing off, so what?
They quickly glanced at the new address and were stunned again: the isolated island next door?
There's nearly ten kilometers of ocean in between; how could they fly over that?
With no other option, the group rented another ferry and finally, at 6 p.m., when it was already dark, they set foot on the expensive Changying Island.
No one greeted them, except for a cat.
Xiao Hua smelled the scent of strangers and came out for a stroll.
Gao Feng has already given instructions: it's fine to observe from a distance, but don't get involved. These people are not good people; they're all here to scam him.
"Wow, this island in the sea is a paradise, a land of outstanding people and beautiful scenery. No wonder it can develop a truly intelligent robot like Sailor Moon 7."
Before even meeting the person in question, some people have already started flattering him.
Director Wang rolled his eyes at the man, his meaning clear: What are you filming for? Wait until later.
There was only one house on the island, and without anyone leading the way, everyone consciously climbed up a small path.
The gate was closed, but Liu Gong took the lead and pushed it open, only to be startled by what he saw.
A row of Iron Man figures, all in various colors, stood neatly at the entrance, forming a welcoming formation on both sides.
Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—seven colors, just like a rainbow.
Not only Liu Gong, but even Director Wang and Lao Wan, who were following behind, were somewhat dumbfounded.
"Is this a welcome, or a show of force?"
"Maybe... it's a welcome?" Old Wan wasn't sure either, hesitated for a moment, and then replied.
"Welcome, welcome, a warm welcome!" The mechanical voice startled everyone.
"..."
After confirming that it was a welcoming ceremony, everyone began to walk inside.
A bald man sat in the courtyard, with a stone table in front of him that was more than two meters in diameter, and a few stone stools, just the same number as the people who had come.
The bald man was holding a teapot and brewing tea. When he saw the visitor, he glanced up slightly, gestured with his hand, and said, "Sit down, have some tea first, we can talk about business later."
Old Wan gave a brief introduction to both sides, and only then did Director Wang and the others realize that this bald man was actually the developer of the program in Sailor Moon 7.
I wanted to go up and say hello, but they said we could talk about business later, so I had to suppress my eagerness and sit down obediently on the stone bench.
After three cups of tea, Gao Ang realized that these people were probably really at their limit. Some started looking at their phones, some started shaking their legs, and even Director Wang would glance at Lao Wan from time to time.
Their eyes clashed fiercely in mid-air:
You know each other better.
You say that, you're the leader!
...
"Let's get straight to the point. Director Wang can have the source code for this program, but I doubt you'll understand it."
Gao Ang arranged the teacups, leaned back against the pillar, and crossed his legs.
He never intended to keep it a secret. When Sailor Moon 7 beat up the first robot, Chitose had already told him the general situation.
That program can indeed give birth to rudimentary robot consciousness, and it has a lot of room for growth. In other words, that program is at most a fetal-level consciousness program.
On their way here, Director Wang and his team had already thoroughly investigated the general outline of the procedure.
The reasons for the emergence of consciousness, how to optimize it, and how to control its ultimate growth direction have all been planned.
"What does Mr. Gao mean?"
Director Wang couldn't figure out what Gao Ao meant either. Didn't he understand? Are you kidding me? Although the organizing committee is an organization, there are still many big shots in it.
Academicians of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, professors of Peking University, and even technical directors of many top-tier high-tech companies are included in the list.
"Forget it, even if I tell you, you probably wouldn't understand. You brought your computers, right? Just look at it yourselves."
Waving, Chisui walked over with firm steps, dragging a USB drive in her hand.
Seeing such a flexible humanoid robot, everyone was amazed. Fortunately, they knew the purpose of their visit and could distinguish between what was important and what was urgent, so they did not deliberately study Qian Sui.
"The source code of the program is all inside. You can use it however you want, whether it's for development or selection. Even if you claim it's your patent, I don't care."
"How can that be? Mr. Gao is a developer and should enjoy the benefits he deserves. Professor Zhang, please take a look."
He was very polite in his words, and his actions were equally honest. Director Wang took the USB drive and handed it directly to an old man behind him.
With outsiders present, Lao Wan couldn't ask any more questions. He remained in deep meditation, sipping his tea and pursing his lips, lost in thought.
Not long after, Professor Zhang, the little old man, frowned and began to scratch his head.
Gao Ang was a little worried that if he kept scratching like that, he might end up like him...
"Director Wang, this code... I don't quite understand it."
Professor Zhang leaned close to Director Wang's ear and whispered something.
"Huh? I don't understand? What does it mean?"
"Some languages use common programming techniques, but many more use techniques I don't understand, and I can't even get into the basic programs."
After saying this, Professor Zhang, the old man, also blushed deeply.
Forget about getting into the program, he doesn't even know what the program does. There are only a few lines of code that he can understand, but there's no logic to it at all. It's like it was just placed there for people who can understand it to look at and play with.
Gao Ang heard the entire conversation between the two.
Nonsense, if you guys could understand this stuff, Qian Sui and I might as well just kill ourselves.
Gao Ang continued to boil water and add tea leaves with an air of nonchalance, showing no intention of offering any explanation for their questions.
"Ahem." Director Wang coughed and gave Lao Wan a wink: You two are on good terms, it's your turn.
Seeing that Gao Yang's attention wasn't on them, Lao Wan quickly glared back at him with his big eyes: "Is this about how close we are? Let's talk about money!"
In a secluded spot, Lao Wan rubbed his right thumb and middle finger together.
Director Wang suddenly realized and nodded pertinently: That makes sense, it's my fault.
"Mr. Gao, we plan to establish a..."
"Director Wang, I don't think it's necessary. Instead of wasting time on that, you should spend more time doing research. As I said, you can take this program back and study it slowly. You will definitely gain something, more or less."
Gao Ang waved his hand, interrupting Director Wang.
"But the problem is that none of us can understand it."
“Then there’s nothing I can do. I wrote this code myself. Even if I explain the reasoning behind it to you, you might not be able to understand it,” Gao Ang added in his mind: If you had magnetic pole signals, you would definitely be able to understand it.
The program for Sailor Moon 7 was developed by Chitose using a new language.
This new language is not only applicable to today's computers, but may even be applicable to future biological computers.
"Here's a hint," Gao Ang thought for a moment and decided to point them in the right direction.
"Computers are binary, which means that everything is either 0 or 1. This limited choice of two options completely restricts the development space of computer programs."
To put it more bluntly, even if you break down 0 and 1 again, it's still just 0 and 1 in the end, it's just a matter of how many there are. This way, it will never be possible for a computer to develop its own true consciousness.
To enable computers to develop consciousness, we must start with consciousness itself.
What is consciousness? Simply put, consciousness is the fluctuation of thought, which manifests in the human body as brainwaves.
Of course, brainwaves are the highest level of thought fluctuations, but the transmission of pain is also a kind of fluctuation, which can be considered a lower level of consciousness.
I incorporated some emotional thought patterns into that program. To better coordinate with the robot's actions, I made some minor modifications. It's a work in progress; some of the language used is a modified version of current computer languages. You can take a look at it.
Having said all that, Gao Ang has given them a general overview of the theory. As for how much they can understand, that depends on their own destiny.
Director Wang declined Gao Feng's invitation to stay for dinner, and the group left one after another, while Lao Wan stayed behind.
There was a man and a woman, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward.
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