Freeze Man

—— Zhang Yuchen, 22 years old, works as a 996 programmer in an AI company. He wears his watch backwards, a braided rope bracelet on his wrist, data cables in small iron boxes, and socks put away in categories. It seems very rigorous, but in fact it is just a habit. He looks like he's forty. It's not that it's old - something went wrong when it was thawed. The disease was cured, but there were ravines on the face that should not have been there. He didn't pay much attention, and the code didn't care what he looked like anyway. In 2040, AI will develop faster than now, but the days will still be the same. Squeezing into the subway, fixing bugs, being scolded by supervisors, working overtime until early in the morning, riding shared bicycles home, forgetting to turn off the computer and turning back. The relationship with colleagues is okay, the security guard Wang is a nice person, and although the salary is high, it is just that. That night he locked the company door, and while riding, he remembered that his computer was still on. It was turned back, locked on the ground, and pried open. He called the police and was supposed to wait for them to arrive. Then he heard a noise coming from the computer room that shouldn't exist. The soundproof door was open, the AI ​​did not alarm, and none of the twelve security guards woke up. "I ran away after stealing the graphics card memory stick. But not this one." He just wanted to see it. At three o'clock in the morning, a workhorse who was so tired that his mind could no longer function walked downstairs with a flashlight in hand, the fluorescent pointer flashing in the darkness. Not sure if this look would reveal his own guilt. ---