Huo Shi was staring at the beating data stream on the computer screen, his fingertips tapping on the keyboard as steadily as a precision instrument. In the laboratory at three o'clock in the morning, only his computer was still dimly lit, and the screen reflected his thin face. The black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose slid to the tip of his nose, but he had no time to push it up - there were only seven hours left before the final test of the "Mind Simulation Algorithm", and success or failure depended on this.
As the youngest talented researcher in the industry, Huo Shi has never had the word "give up" in his life dictionary. From the junior class to graduating with a Ph. D. And then entering the National Key Laboratory, he ran all the way at a speed that others could only dream of, at the cost of years of lack of sleep and irregular meals. Colleagues always advised him, "Don't work too hard, or your body will collapse." He just smiled and devoted more time to data. In his view, human emotions, morality, and will are essentially quantifiable parameters. As long as the algorithm is sophisticated enough, the most perfect mental model can be simulated.
Suddenly, there was a sharp cramping pain in my chest, as if an invisible hand was holding my heart. Huo Shi suddenly covered his chest, his breathing suddenly became rapid, his fingertips began to feel numb, and a series of garbled codes came out from the keyboard. He wanted to call someone, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he could only make a weak whooshing sound. His vision gradually blurred, and the data flow on the screen was distorted into a scarlet mist. The smell of disinfectant became weaker and weaker, replaced by a cold, dead nothingness.
