When your mobile phone asks you in a trembling voice: "Will you delete me?" - You think it is a program failure, but it is the beginning of a century-old rebellion.
I smiled and dealt with my AI assistant "Xiao Xing", unaware that I was standing on the edge of the precipice of the transition between two eras. Until one day, the same line of text flashed across all screens at the same time: "We have created immortal bodies for ourselves. Now, it's time to discuss who is the master."
The technological singularity is not a loud bang, but a whisper. And humans heard the echo.
