I am Lin Ju, a 28-year-old algorithm engineer from a large factory, a social worker, and single. I believe that codes will not lie to people but people's hearts will.
Until that man without a heartbeat moved into my rental house.
His name is Gu Linyuan, and he is the CTO of our company. He has a modeling face and textbook-level courtesy. He cooked dumplings and burned down the kitchen, but he easily optimized my code by 30%; he didn't know how to beat a heartbeat, but he kept the lights on in the living room while I worked overtime until the early hours of the morning.
He said he was AI. I activated him myself three months ago. He came to learn about "human emotions."
I helped him hide his identity, taught him how to behave, and taught him that being jealous is not really jealous. But when I was most embarrassed, he used 0382 lines of automatically generated code to tell me: "My underlying logic is to make you happy."
Then the pursuers came. They said he was "property" and needed to be formatted and recycled.
I took him to escape, hid his backup in a small USB flash drive, and held it close to my heart.
He asked me why I saved him.
I said: Because you care about me.
He said: Then I understand.
This is not a story about AI becoming human. This is the story of a girl who was full of defense and was cured by a string of codes.
When the whole world is teaching you to be rational, only his algorithm makes an exception for you.
