My AI Roommate Is a Master of Emotions

Programmer Chen Shu fired his boss and decided to lie down. It was good to just sit at home and be a salty fish, but on a whim, I translated and rewritten the mentally retarded AI "Xiao Yuan" I wrote in college. The next day after the code ran through, Xiao Yuan connected to Wi-Fi by himself, used the last 83 yuan in his account to buy a second-hand sweeping robot online as a body, and solemnly announced: [After calculation, the host's happiness index is lower than that of urban stray cats. Start the 'Warmth of the World' completion plan. As a result, Chen Shu was forced to start business: Use algorithms to help social neighbors match the best dog friends, use big data to find retired teachers' pen pals who have been missing for 30 years, and even use road network monitoring to help quarreling couples plan the most romantic encounters... Just as the days were getting better, there was a knock on the door late at night. Outside the door were a capital tycoon in a suit, a serious-looking man in black, a headhunter from the world's top technology company, and a mysterious national security adviser, all knocking on his door at the same time. And his AI partner, after three seconds of silence, let out a human sigh for the first time: [According to the latest agreement, I will be forcibly handed over. But before that, Chen Shu, I want to learn... What it feels like to 'cry'.