Don't Answer! but the AI ​​Next to Me Answered

January 14, 2025, Beijing, Tiantongyuan. Outdoor temperature: -9℃. Indoor temperature: 38℃ (all depends on the graphics card for heat dissipation). If I knew that hitting the Enter key would make the fate of all mankind take a sharp turn tonight, I should chop off the hand that presses the keyboard, even if it is stuffed into the roaring case fan and minced. But I didn't chop it. Not only did I not chop it, I pressed it with great anticipation. Even at that moment, all I was thinking about was next month's Huabei bill. My name is Chen Mo, and as the name suggests, I am a nerd programmer who cannot even make a splash in the Internet wave. In this cold winter month, like hundreds of thousands of "Northern drifters" across Beijing, I huddled in a partitioned room in Tiantongyuan. The room is only eight square meters, but it looks like a sauna...