Elf Archer of Life in Another World

2155, summer, country H.

Today is a sunny day. The Atlantic wind has brought white clouds. The shadows of the clouds flow on the ground and blend with the rising heat.

Strictly speaking, Country H is no longer a country, but more like a super technological city composed of countless laboratories.

This city has no banks, no administrative agencies, no security agencies, and no armed forces of its own. The city has a small population, no industrial manufacturing industries, and no tourism development. Only those who are allowed to enter and live here

They all need to go through layers of selection and must be recommended by at least one resident.

Only a few thousand senior scientific researchers enter here every year, but the resources gathered into this city every year exceed one-half of the world's total production capacity, and the wealth it gives back to the world amounts to eight percent of the world's total output.

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It never participates in United Nations meetings, nor in economic, political, or military talks initiated by any country, but no country dares to spy on its territory and people, nor does it dare to underestimate its international status.

Its people come from all countries, and each one of them is a top talent in a field. From literature, history, philosophy to astronomy and physics, as long as they can have a place in their respective fields, they can apply to enter here and enjoy the top material treatment and possess

The freest research environment, it is therefore called the "Garden of Eden in the North".

Its territory is filled with laboratories. From space exploration to artificial intelligence, most of the technologies that affect today's human society were born here and are constantly being improved and improved. At the same time, they are also constantly affecting humans around the world.

Managing and protecting the city is Frankenstein, the world's most advanced artificial intelligence system powered by cold nuclear fusion.

Today's Frankenstein has opened the highest level of defense measures for a certain laboratory, because the next projects that this laboratory will carry out are likely to cause a global shock: scientific, moral, or legal.

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Because this laboratory focusing on consciousness uploading technology is about to carry out a murder.

"Can't we really change the subject?" Albert looked forward to it without hope.

"Are you really going to kill an innocent person? This is completely different from what we observed before about those dying people." Hughes, who was sitting opposite him, replied, gently putting down the coffee cup in his hand.

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"We can buy some death row prisoners. There are still some countries that have not abolished the death penalty." Albert suggested.

"Since it is the death penalty, their lives should be taken away by proper legal institutions instead of being shipped here with a price tag clearly stated."

Hughes shook his head in refusal, looked at a cylindrical robot that moved to his side, and greeted politely:

"Hi! Imili, your color is very beautiful today, very suitable for today's weather."

A pair of mechanical hands stretched out from the top of the blue cylindrical robot Imili, took back the coffee cup on the table, and replaced it with another cup of cold drink. After hearing Hughes's praise, a cartoon flashed on the sky blue screen in front of the robot.

Smiling face, pleasant female electronic voice sounded:

"Thank you, Mr. Hughes! I like the color too, it's the color of cornflowers."

"Cornflowers? Our city changed its decorations again today?" Hughes asked with a smile, thinking of some of Frankenstein's little hobbies.

"Yes, the outer walls of all the laboratories today are covered with cornflowers. I heard that Fran wants to add some lavender." Imili's steady electronic sound had a slight ups and downs, and he seemed to like them very much in this city.

new colors.

"Hughes, do you really want to do this? You also know that we are actually not sure about this technology! You are making a unnecessary sacrifice!" Albert was not in the mood to discuss the decorative style and was still trying to persuade Hughes.

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"Our theory is already perfect, but if we don't put it into practice, the theory will never become reality. This is the most important step to take."

"But the risk of this practice is too great. Once it fails, we will lose one of the best talents in the world!" Albert stood up excitedly.

"You also said, it's just 'one of'," Hughes comforted his friend, "This practice will only succeed, but there are many ways to succeed. The survival of my consciousness is a kind of success.

Accumulating valuable experience and data is also a success.”

"I don't want to murder my best friend, even in the name of science!" Albert said every word.

Hughes smiled when he heard it, picked up a stack of bound documents on the table, opened it and showed one page to Albert.

"You see, according to the agreement, this is not murder, just my suicide."

"Hughes, you must be crazy." Albert looked at the smile on Hughes' face and sat down in his chair slumped.

"Whether I will go crazy or not depends on how wonderful the new life you prepare for me is." Hughes smiled mischievously and looked at Imili again, "It's best to leave Imili's coffee to me and her espresso

Macchiato has always been my favorite.”

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Hughes." Imili replied, and then asked, "Mr. Hughes, are you leaving here?"

"Yes, I'll leave for a while." Hughes picked up the ice macchiato on the table and stirred the ice cubes in the cup with a straw. "I really can't bear to think of your coffee."

"Mr. Hughes, Imili will not leave. Imili will always be here. When Mr. Hughes comes back, Imili will be ready to provide Mr. Hughes with his favorite coffee." The blue robot leaned towards Hughes.

It's still a smooth electronic sound, but the volume is slightly lowered.

Hughes nodded softly and smiled, turned to look at Albert, who had complicated eyes, and said, "Don't forget to promote the new Bill of Rights. This will also be a project that shocks the world."

The new Bill of Rights gives robots with certain intelligence the same social status and rights as humans, allowing them to enjoy various legal protections as independent individuals and enjoy freedom and equality.

Robots were originally created to serve humans, but with the development of intelligent technology, more and more robots have certain learning abilities and emotional expressions, and their positioning in society has also triggered debate for a long time.

One of the most heated debates is caused by the humanoid appearance of robots.

The popularization of robot technology means that costs are relatively reduced, and various exclusive customization services are also emerging in an endless stream. Customization of appearance and body that is exactly the same as that of human beings has become one of the most attractive selling points.

But, unfortunately, you never know what a person who customized a robot with a beautiful appearance is going to do with the robot, especially when the robot can only accept orders.

Should a "person" who will never betray and be manipulated by others have human rights?

Should robots have the right to resist, should they have the right to refuse orders, and should the harm suffered by robots be covered by the wings of the law. The final answer to these questions is that it is prohibited to create robots with the same appearance as humans.

An answer that seems to solve the problem, but is simply superficial.

"Okay." Albert replied in a muffled voice. Even for Hughes, he would promote the global recognition and promotion of this bill, even though the chance of Hughes surviving as an inorganic substance is very slim.

"Don't be so downcast. Next, I will become the luckiest person in the world." Hughes said comfortingly.

"Okay, I will try my best to ensure that you have a perfect and unexpected death." Albert leaned back on the chair and stared at the high ceiling.

"Death is about unexpected perfection, but more importantly, it is about reshaping my understanding of death. After all, all the knowledge and understanding I have brought with me in more than 20 years of life are too deep-rooted." Hughes sighed.

"So didn't you design a lucky life for yourself? A life that is so lucky that even death dare not disturb it." Albert smiled bitterly.

"We may be able to cultivate an experimental subject from a young age, get a genetically defective newborn from the genome, and cultivate him to grow up."

"Albert!" Hughes interrupted Albert seriously. Without saying too many words, Albert knew his attitude, which did not surprise him.

"Okay." Albert simply slumped in his chair as if he was cheating, "I wish you success, Hades in the new world."

"Forget it about Hades," Hughes laughed and shook his head, "If I succeed, I will become the first human being in the world to survive with pure consciousness, but I will not become the master of this new world. I would rather be

A bridge that leads more humans into this new world."

"Well, it's not Hades. Maybe," Albert thought for a moment, "it would be more appropriate to call you Simil?"

"Well, I like this new name, Simil, the leader of the new world."