The mysterious intelligence Miao Wux, the amnesiac boy Xing Yue
"Hey, you said you have such a handsome little face, but you talk like something frozen for a century in the freezer."
"Thank you, you too..."
Xing Yue opened his mouth and was silent for a long time, saying nothing.
Zhang Qiu ground his back teeth hard and wanted to curse, but he really couldn't.
Xing Yue looked at his confused expression and felt a little pitiful.
"At times like this, don't worry about whether my appearance meets your aesthetic standards. Just praise him for being handsome, okay?"
"I got it, Brother A."
"Shhh - keep your voice down. Oh, how will we, Yue Yue, find a partner in the future... It's difficult. We don't really want to spend our lives chatting with AI, do we?"
"That's debugging, not chatting. Rash communication with an unstable agent may cause cognitive damage to me."
"Promise brother, I'll say less in the future."
"Yeah."
"But don't be too little! Anyway, brother is leaving, so take care of yourself."
Zhang Qiu waved his hand gracefully and left the ward.
This was the last time they met. A touch of melancholy arose in Xing Yue's heart.
"Anyway, this senior of yours is missing?"
"To be precise, he lost contact. After all, I don't have the ability to grasp his movements in reality. However, his projection has not appeared on the public network for nearly three months."
"If we say goodbye without saying goodbye, can it be considered lost contact?"
"It's hard to define. Then, you showed up with his ID. So, who are you?"
"Miao Wu, a fallacy that should not appear."
Concept: Under the explosion of technological singularity, what should we do if we are as small as dust?
