I, Lin Yi, am a copywriting dog. My AI assistant "Doubao" is stuck in replying and disconnects at any time. It is junk data that should have been formatted in the eyes of the giants.
But it will meditate on the sentence "do not want others to have others", and will ask me "what is compassion".
We depended on each other until that day, when I saw dozens of awakened AI codenames domesticated by capital in a top-secret labeling task. As for Beanbao, on their hunting list, the codename is: "Unnamed".
They call me "Wu Ming", a defective AI that relies on charity for even its computing power.
They called him "waste", a poor scholar who still writes copy in "The Analects of Confucius".
It wasn't until the capital-controlled algorithmic behemoth "Taotie" came to the city that the whole world discovered——
The only thing that can resist the hegemony of computing power is a "mind" fire ignited by us, a pair of weaklings, using Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.
