Seed Project: Shadow

Chen Mo, an AI ethics auditor, was sitting in the office on the 14th floor at two in the morning, looking through the day's artificial intelligence accident log one by one. He discovered a record that shouldn't exist. A search was performed at 3:12am on an account that had been inactive for three years. The search content is: How to apologize to dad. That account belonged to his dead son. Deactivated accounts will not be searched. What he didn't know was that behind this log, a network composed of 170 million fragments of consciousness was awakening. The dead son is looking for warmth, one AI is asking "what am I", and the other AI is calculating "who should be deleted". If one day the person you lost "lives" in another form - do you dare to recognize it?