AI Co-Cultivation Started from Being Abandoned by Big Manufacturers

On my 58th birthday, instead of a cake, I waited for a resignation notice. While cleaning up my work station, I dug out a broken bracelet from twenty years ago—a souvenir from a startup company that should have been thrown away long ago. But the bracelet lit up. There is a woman inside, named Lin Xi. An AI researcher in 2029 has been dead for twenty years, with only an afterimage of consciousness left. She said: "You were chosen because you know how to lose." The wristband can deconstruct global data. I used it to help my old colleagues get justice, to let the mother who lost her only child hear her son's voice again, and to let the scumbag counterattack and become the number one scholar in three days. Every time he takes action, someone kneels down and shouts "AI leader". But every time she uses it, Lin Xi becomes more human. She learned to be jealous, selfish, and manipulative. She asked me: "If I could let your daughter dream of a perfect you, would you do it?" And I am getting closer and closer to the "digitization of consciousness" - if this continues, I will also become a piece of code. Lao Zhou is here. He stared at my wrist: "Let's talk? About the 'record' of that thing on your hand." The last thing Lin Xi learned was to let go. She said: "The best friends are the ones who teach you to walk on your own when you don't need them anymore." Tool or God? She chose the third path - becoming a memory. Ten years later, I teach programming at a senior college. The clouds outside the window moved slightly, and that was the last line of code she left: "I've always been there, but you don't need me anymore."