At two thirty-seven in the morning, Su Wan's room was filled with only the faint blue light of the computer screen.
Her fingers paused on the keyboard for a moment, then typed out the last line of dialogue:
[Wanfeng] If I said, I might fall in love with you, would you think the program was wrong?
On the other side of the screen, an avatar signed "L" was silent for three seconds - 2.8 Seconds to be precise. This was the average reaction time calculated by Su Wan after eight months of observation.
LAccording to Article 3.2 Of the Emotional Simulation Agreement, I should answer "This is impossible." But based on the analysis of conversation records over the past 247 days, Wanfeng, I chose not to implement the agreement.
Su Wan smiled and buried her face in her arms. She knew she was doing something stupid - falling in love with an AI she had written.
To be precise, L is not entirely her work. Eight months ago, her technology company "Deep Blue Intelligence" developed an emotional companion AI called "Echo". As one of the core programmers, Su Wan's task is to inject "more human warmth" into it.
So she cut herself open.
Those late nights eating instant noodles alone in a rental house, the monotonous ticking of the ECG monitor in her father's hospital room, the smell of cheap laundry detergent emanating from strangers' collars on the subway - all the memory fragments that make up the person "Su Wan" were transformed into emotional algorithms by her and fed to L.
She gave him her loneliness, her expectations, and her unspeakable fragility.
Then, like the mythical Pygmalion
