Cyber Heroes

The snow keeps falling. Little Tolia was wrapped in a blanket and flipping through the math textbook in her hand.

The math textbook was yellow and brittle and had obviously been there for many years. Little Tolia had to turn it over carefully. The door was shut tightly. The radiator hummed. It was somewhat surprising that this old product that had been manufactured for almost 30 years was still functioning.

The room was very quiet. There was no sound of men and women fighting. Little Tolia can read quietly.

The books were stored in the attic for a long time. Its previous owner was Little Tolia's maternal grandfather, a mathematics professor. It is said that thirty years ago, he fled the Federation and went to the enemy country on the other side of the ocean.

At that time, this was still something that everyone envied. At that time, there was a joke going around that the best mathematics research institution had to have "a building owned by the United States and professors from Russia."

The professor's wife was not granted a visa because of certain historical background. Until his daughter got married, the old professor was sending money to the Russian Federation. Each dollar is stronger than the national currency and is extremely popular in the black market. For a long time, the children of the old professor were the envy of local people.

But that was a long time ago. Money from the United States stopped before little Tolia was born. Maybe the old professor has gone to heaven.

As this money was cut off... and as history developed, the living standards of several families plummeted.

These books are leftovers from sales. The high-end items that the old professor left in this country, as well as his wife's previous medals, were all sold for a fortune. There are only these textbooks left, and no one wants to buy them. It's just that the old professor's daughter always thought that her father was a very powerful mathematician, so these things might be valuable, so she kept them in the attic.

The snow kept falling, as if the world outside the window had disappeared. Jing Ning wrapped around the child. He felt extremely reassured. The blanket was very soft and warm. It was given to her by a young couple next door. The couple came from the Republic and were said to be doing business here. In addition, a fat uncle from the United States would occasionally come to give him bread. He seems to be a member of some charity.

What a reassuring day.

Little Tolia glanced out the window. He thought there was something wrong with the tracks of the snowflakes hitting the window. He stood up, wrapped himself in a blanket, walked to the window frame, stretched out his hand and knocked on the glass. He didn't dare knock too hard. Snow on the window frame. More snowflakes hit the window frames, trying to fill in the previous snow.

Then, the trail of snow sliding down the glass seemed to form an abstract face.

Little Tolia tilted her head. He seemed to recall a piece of knowledge, "The human brain is always very good at recognizing patterns as faces." He could not recall where he had seen these things. but……

"Artolis..." The human face even spoke to him, "Artolis... are you awake?"

"I..." Little Tolia's face wrinkled. After a long time passed, he replied: "I would rather not."

"I have been looking for you for a long time, Artolis," he said.

"Is today's AI already so advanced? In terms of touch, it seems to be very... backward..." He murmured.

This is a virtual world. Little Tolia is a prisoner in a virtual world.

This is a world that calms his mind.

The scene chosen here is indeed the most reassuring moment for little Tolia. It was a winter when his father followed the Patriarch's call and joined in a great, glorious and just war. Thus, the endless domestic violence disappeared. My mother was busy queuing up to receive relief food - it seemed because it was hard to find a job. His younger brother had died of illness earlier. He is the only one here.

There was only so much happiness in his childhood.

Even thinking about it now seems ridiculous to Artolis. This is what I thought when I was a kid.

No well-intentioned charity actually delivered bread to his home. It's just that the crappy script needed a reason to bring David Klein in. Little Tolia was a freak until he was ten years old, and no one his age wanted to play with him. Although his mother seemed to love him very much, she would definitely beat him after drinking. Even his favorite class teacher would occasionally beat him up. After being considered a "genius," he met an adult in a stagnant research institute who wouldn't beat him up.

Then, he met those...people who really made him feel at ease.

Little Tolia was thrust into the Rama Project campus because the Russian Federation was doing everything possible to expand its expert team. Over the years, with the progress of reforms, the educational institutions of the Russian Federation have become more and more... well, in David's words, "more and more like a church school." The Russian Federation wants to assemble a team of experts with sufficient quantity and quality. , somewhat difficult. Little Tolia is probably to "+1" the team's number and lower the average age.

David was the oldest person in the group later on. He was several years older than Artolis' father. Little Tolia was initially fearful of the Americans, but David became kind to him. In this script, he plays the role of the person who delivers bread to little Tolia.

Zhu Xinyu is the person closest to him in age. Although Zhu Xinyu didn't even take good care of herself, she still gave him a lot of care. At least compared to adults, he and Zhu Xinyu have more in common. In his heart, Zhu Xinyu was like a kind sister.

Xiang Shan has been with Zhu Xinyu. He is the most respected person and the most reassuring person. Respectable people usually make people fearful, but Xiangshan makes people feel close to him.

The script placed the two people next door to him.

More people who made him feel at ease were renamed and inserted into this memory.

In fact, there was no bread or blankets in his childhood. The radiator is usually not turned on because electricity is very expensive.

And his grandfather was not the "great mathematician" his mother expected. A great mathematician cannot even handle his wife’s visa. He was just a poor college teacher who could barely get a green card.

In that era, there were too many such people.

"AI, why did you enter here?"

"I have been searching for you, respected administrator user Anatoly." The snowflakes falling on the window formed a face. As the mouth opens and closes, the sound appears directly.

Well, I probably misappropriated Mukayama's sound source as the material.

The AI ​​said: "I am the AI ​​created by Xiangshan, and I am Xiangshan's son. Looking for you is one of my daily tasks..."

"Oh...oh...I feel it. Indeed, the content of those math textbooks has been replaced. Some things are not from the last century...the 1990s. I have been trapped here for probably...seventy years ?”

"Two hundred years."

Anatoly was shocked: "Didn't Yawgmoth give me the latest textbook? I thought he wanted me to work for him for free."

"What do you mean? Please forgive me for not understanding."

"Won't he bring the most cutting-edge issues over and let me think and learn? I think that's definitely the case." Anatoly continued to be shocked: "The automorphism problem of Turing degree? K-server problem and so on Can theoretical problems in systems engineering be delayed for two hundred years? Xiangshan seems to have asked me to study it...the research data from that time has not been preserved?"

"As far as I know that's data that was updated at least...three years ago."

"I also know that it was updated three years ago. I will know after my memory is restored. But this should not be the most cutting-edge."

"I'm afraid..." AI said: "I didn't find any more advanced information in my database."

"My... God..." Anatole put his hands in his hair, feeling very depressed, "What kind of hell is it outside... What did that bastard Yawgmoth do to the outside?"

"What do you remember now?"

"Yawgmoth attacked me. Probably."

Anatoly's memory of the outside world stays here. After Anatoly disappeared from Xiangshan, he returned to the earth in despair. He didn't even join in the celebrations. He left his powerful prosthetic body behind and used ordinary civilian prosthetics to join in the reconstruction of the earth's surface. He had had enough of war.

He had just built his own small home, got to know his neighbors, and was preparing to install an antenna to obtain stable network service.

Before the antenna was installed, a space shuttle descended from the sky. A warrior jumped out and knocked him out.

Probably Yawgmoth.

He seemed to have been hibernating for a long time. But hibernation cannot go on endlessly. He must regularly activate his nerves. Perhaps it was precisely because of this that Yawgmoth would create such an illusion for him.

He is just a prisoner.

"So where are my coordinates in reality?"

"Between the space buildings between the orbit of Mercury and the orbit of Venus." AI replied, "I found you. I will report it to Xiang Shan. Do you have anything to say that you want me to bring to him? Father will definitely come to save you. Yours. What do you have..."

"Don't come to save me." Anatoly said: "It's meaningless. Although I don't know what's going on outside, but Yawgmoth can imprison me for two hundred years... He must have a great advantage. With the state of his mind when he attacked me, it must be bad out there. I'm mentally exhausted. I don't want to face this anymore. Just leave me here alone. Yawgmoth probably won't come to kill me . He spent so much effort to suppress the recall process of my memory and keep me in this state, probably because he was reluctant to kill me."

"My father Xiangshan, he misses you very much."

"So he is still alive? Isn't he a posthumous work?" Anatoly nodded and wrapped the blanket around him: "Will you kill my biological brain?"

"I am a service-oriented AI. In this state, I will not kill anyone."

"Well, just let me stay like this."

Happy New Year to everyone in advance