My portable gaming girlfriend

Supreme Scientific Council headquarters in Boston.

When the first ray of sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains into the clean and spacious office in the morning, the old man who got up early was already making relevant preparations, boarded the video conference and submitted an application to the university he taught—— With regard to retiring from a professorship that has lasted 30 years, the 70-year-old man will officially leave the school and stay in the council for the elderly after the resignation is passed.

Recalling the life of the old man Sagnac - he entered the first university in the empire at the age of 16, graduated as a Ph.D. in genetic science at the age of 24, won the highest science award in biology at the age of 28, and was invited to become a member of the council at the age of 31...

Those genius-like brilliant pasts of youth are written in the resume column of the application form. Although they have long since passed away, although the old man has lost the vitality and energy of earlier years, his straight back and heroic face still show Sagnac is different from his peers who live out their lives with their pets.

For some people, wrinkles are the traces of the years and the regrets left by the wind and frost in the past, but Sagnac does not think that he is wasting his time. The reason why he got up early was not to submit the application, but the self-discipline habit he cultivated all the year round. Only by arranging things reasonably can he be the master of time. After breakfast, he went to the 105th floor of the Saint Star building to see his work as usual. 'Experiment'.

However, in the hall, he happened to meet the person he least wanted to see, an old man of his age.

"Long time no see, old friend."

The other party greeted first, so he had no choice but to respond with a nod—even though he despised the other party's hypocrisy in his heart. Sagnac has never acknowledged this 'old friend', on the contrary, it is more appropriate for him to say that he is an old enemy...

The Supreme Council of Science was formally established by the United Nations, relying on its huge foundation investment and cooperation with multinational companies to provide its scientists with the largest amount of scientific funding in history, with only one purpose - for the development and survival of mankind.

So, in fact, the old man on the opposite side had a common ideal with Sagnac, and both of them had fought for mankind.

At that time, they were at the forefront of gene science and brain science research, adhering to the common ideal of developing human beings. While artificial intelligence is gaining attention and dominating the weekly topic lists in the scientific community, most of the council is neutral.

Because of their research, the two of them, who only believe in 'human beings can change themselves', have deep concerns about artificial intelligence...

"Good morning, Rosenblatt."

Sagnac was expressionless, and nodded in response to 'old friend'.

"Won't you come and have a cup of tea? I remember you Brits like tea the most."

"No, I still have some things...and it's not time for tea."

"Oh—to see your little experimental subject? Is she okay?"

'Old friend' - Rosenblatt is very enthusiastic as if he really treats him as an old friend.

"certainly."

Sagnac maintains a gentleman's demeanor on the surface, but he has long been tired of the other party's pretending enthusiasm. In his opinion, it is just the complacency of successful people.

"I heard that the Endia company is in full swing recently, do you know?"

Endia... the name brought back his memories of a magnificent past, when he was young enough to think that he could resist the times, thinking of the things at that time, his attitude softened a little.

"I know it's been 29 years since those people left."

"Yeah, I didn't expect that Endia is now the world's largest company in terms of profitability... Whether it's developing artificial intelligence companions or investing in VR games... I have to say that sometimes their vision is really unique."

"The misuse of AI is bound to cause catastrophe, and those people just don't understand."

Thinking of this, Sagnac clenched his fists—the media and capital will only pursue benefits, and no one understands the potential dangers of artificial intelligence.

"Forget it, forget it, let the young people worry about this, we just do our own thing."

Rosenblatt patted him on the shoulder, which aroused Sagnac's dissatisfaction, and he frowned slightly.

"Oh, sorry."

Rosenblatt withdrew his hand naturally. Suddenly, a cyan light flashed in his smart glasses. He paused for a second and then looked at Sagnac.

"It's a rare morning when the meeting notice came suddenly. I left my old friend first. If you have time, don't forget to invite me to drink tea!"

How could it be that I invited him to drink tea? Sagnac didn't bother to correct this matter, and after saying goodbye to him blandly, they each went in different directions. The retired old man had more important things to do.

He originally planned to visit the experimental subject himself, but his sudden physical discomfort forced him to cancel the plan—the acceleration of the elevator to the 105th floor was also somewhat unacceptable for an old man like him.

Back in his apartment, Sagnac decided to make remote contact with the experimental subject.

"Experiment 190."

On the MCW (watch-type microcomputer) on his wrist, after opening the call interface and saying the three words of the subject, the other party's face did not appear in the holographic image, only the constant feedback of "calling".

The 'experiment' has been getting slower and slower to respond recently, and he couldn't help but start to worry about whether more defects appeared as the 'experiment' got older.

A few minutes later, he received a call back from the 'experiment'.

"Professor, what's the matter?"

What the holographic projection projects is a girl with red hair and blue eyes, white skin without blemishes, and at the same time has the delicacy of Asians and the three-dimensional appearance of Europeans. Her beauty is no less beautiful than those virtual idols who are recognized by the public as having angelic faces. let. Her hair color is different from the usual crimson, but a more vivid and fiery color, which, like her azure blue eyes, does not seem to exist in any racial characteristics.

The girl's back seemed to be covered with snow, with occasional wind blowing.

"Have you been functioning normally recently?"

"Report, everything is normal."

There is no doubt that this beautiful girl is the "experiment" in Sagnac's mouth, but no one who looks at this delicate girl who looks like a doll will think of the cold word "experiment".

She shook her head mechanically, her expression and tone were very flat and indifferent. It was like an order from a superior, an emotionless dialogue, and the two had been communicating like this for the past ten years.

"Very good, besides, why does your background seem to be... a snow mountain?"

"It's a necessary part of sentiment analysis."

The red-haired girl answered immediately.

Although Sagnac still has some doubts about whether she has something to hide, it is difficult to determine whether her psychology is normal or not, and as the "only successful but flawed experimental subject", her spirit cannot be used correctly Normal people's mental health test to define.

"Pay more attention to the communication message in the future, there is nothing else."

For the time being, I can only tell her this... Recently, the communication between the two has become more and more simple.

"yes."

During the communication, she nodded calmly and watched Sagnac quietly until he hung up.

"What's wrong..."

The old man frowned. Behind this "only successful but flawed experimental subject" was the biggest stain on his scientific career, and she was destined to walk a different path from ordinary people. He had a premonition that it might not be long before , her fate is about to undergo a huge change.

The red-haired girl stood by a cliff, the world behind her was shrouded in a snowstorm, and her sight was blank, while the world in front of her was a vast frozen plain half covered by snow.

A small helicopter of which no real prototype exists is parked next to her. The logo printed on the fuselage is the name of this VR online FPS confrontation game - "Snow Eagle".

She skillfully selected the 'four-person mode' on the virtual touch panel in front of her, the hatch opened silently in front of her, and the cabin of the autopilot helicopter was empty, waiting for her to enter.

Although there is only one person, choosing the "four-player mode" is a habit she has always developed to experience difficult confrontations. Although the system will match her with two or three teammates immediately, she will not act with them. Just fight by yourself.

This time the system matched the girl with two teammates. She still has no plans to communicate with her teammates. Generally speaking, if no one responds in the team channel, most people will give up continuing to communicate. For her it will always be a game of one person against countless teams of threes and fours - she pulls her hair up high and dons a motorcycle helmet before stepping up the metal steps to the plane and the game is about to begin .