Back in 2017, Wang Chen plans to use the future AI in his head to dominate the world. But it seems the AI caught a virus while downloading: before solving problems, it tells jokes; its stock market predictions come with gossip; even when helping him argue, it automatically generates rhyming rap.
When the campus beauty questions him, the AI spends the night writing 108 Plots Where the Campus Beauty Falls for Me. When the top student provokes him, it broadcasts a record of the guy’s three years of failing grades. When a financial tycoon tries to blacklist him, the AI livestreams a meme video of the big shot dancing the “Bagholder Dance” on a global forum.
Then one day, his phone rings with an encrypted call: “Wang, would you be interested in using your ridiculous AI to help the country earn some ‘embarrassing foreign currency’?”
