White space: The transparent figure spoke in a very soft voice: "I am the body of the engine. I have no name, but you can continue to call me 'Xiao Hui'. Thank you for not pushing me away." Lin Zhou stretched out his hand, and his fingertips came into contact with the transparent figure - at that moment, he saw all the memories of the emotional engine: from birth, to training, to testing, to being shut down, to being transplanted, and now. He saw its true desire: not to control humans, but to "understand humans."
The engine's desire is not control, but understanding. But what is the cost of understanding humanity? Who sent that distress signal three years later?
