Great Power Technology

What was before Ye Zhou was a difficult choice. Even if he knew that this was just a simulation, he could not choose the so-called "profit maximization" option without any worries, because he did not know whether such a choice would bring benefits. The result he expected.

Ye Zhou had also seen the classic trolley problem. At that time, he firmly supported staying out of it and letting the train hit and kill the unruly children, because he knew that if the minority was sacrificed for the majority, then the rules would be violated. The cost is far greater than the few lives we see now.

But the question is, what if the benefits of flipping the rails outweigh the costs of breaking the rules? Are those rules still rules?

From an absolutely rational perspective, all rules in human society have a common original purpose when they are first formulated, which is to enable the human group to survive better. All ethics, morals, and laws are Built on this basis.

So, when a choice conforms to the original purpose but does not conform to the current rules, is it a problem of choice or of the rules themselves?

At this time, the progress bar for sending data to the outside world still has the last 20% left. Within two minutes, he can upload all the data, and the time left for him to choose is only these short two minutes.

But he didn't do anything, just watched the progress bar come to the end.

And when the number 100% appeared, his vision also dimmed.

[Immune reconstruction plot simulation ends]

[Simulation score: A]

[Achieve the ending: profit comes first]

[Reward: Human immune reconstitution PDX model]

[Reward: 60 energy points]

[The ending can be watched]

Ye Zhou breathed a sigh of relief. He clicked directly into the ending replay interface without hesitation. After a short period of darkness, he appeared in a dirty and dilapidated street.

And in front of him was Huo Bo, who had been kicked out by ASPEN.

At this time, he was extremely weak, and the ulcers that had gradually improved were re-covered with skin. Even though he was mentally prepared, Ye Zhou almost didn't recognize the figure huddled in the corner.

Sewage seeped down his trousers, exuding a foul smell. If Ye Zhou had seen him in the experimental hall before like a homeless man, then Hobo now looked like a corpse.

A body that had mostly decomposed, but had not yet been buried in the soil.

For five full minutes, Hobo lay on the ground without moving. It wasn't until a man dressed as a chef walked out of the door and kicked him hard that he stood up unsteadily on the ground and looked at him in confusion. Looking at the alley, it seemed that he didn't know where to go.

Amid the chef's curses, he finally moved. Ye Zhou followed his footsteps and moved forward slowly, watching him wipe his face with his tattered cuffs, and fresh blood stains immediately oozed from his ulcerated cheeks. , but he seemed to have completely lost his sense of pain and did not react at all.

He walked for half an hour from where he lay down to the street at the entrance of the alley, which was only a few dozen meters away.

Ye Zhou could tell that Huo Bo was close to the limit of running out of fuel and energy. This replay of the ending was a replay of the last moments of his life.

After walking out of the alley, Huo Bo sat blankly on the side of the street. Passers-by avoided him and walked around him. But what Ye Zhou didn't expect was that there were several good-hearted people who left bits and pieces of money for him. The banknotes add up to almost 50 rand.

Huo Bo put away the banknotes. Ye Zhou thought he would buy himself a last breakfast, but when he staggered into a remote room, Ye Zhou's surging sympathy suddenly cooled down. Come down.

Because it's a casino.

Even at the last moment, this man still did not give up the bad habits that ruined his life.

Hobo went to the blackjack table and changed the banknotes in his hands into two chips. Just 10 seconds later, his chips became five.

Blackjack is a sure-win card in blackjack with an odds of 1.5.

Immediately afterwards, it was stud again, with two kings. Huo Bo had no chips to split the cards, but the gamblers around him seemed to smell an opportunity from the confused breath of death on his body, and actually lent him 5 chips for the first time.

After the cards were split, Hobo got a 21 point and a 20 point, and his chips changed from 10 to 20.

After returning 8 chips to the gambler, he still had 12 chips left.

Stud again, blackjack again.

30 chips.

Huo Bo's life's luck seemed to be concentrated at this moment. The gamblers around him kept making noises, and even the croupier had a playful smile on his face.

Are they really applauding Hobo's gambling fortune?

Ye Zhou's heart ached because at a certain moment, he truly felt empathy with these onlookers.

Even he himself is vaguely hoping that Huo Bo will win big, not because he hopes that he can make enough money to live a better life, but because a dying man sweeping the casino will be a legend. story.

It's not a big deal to watch the excitement, it's the same everywhere.

The fourth card, sixteen points, is the smallest card in blackjack. Whether you want it or not, there will be huge risks.

But why does Huo Bo care about the risks at this time?

He tapped the table and asked for two cards in a row, both of which were two points.

At 20 o'clock, 30 chips turned into 60 chips, a total of 1,200 rand.

But he still didn't stop, playing one hand after another, each hand, the chips in front of him gradually piled up into a small mountain, and were replaced by smaller cards, and then the cards also piled up into a mountain, until the card table He finally stopped when the betting limit no longer allowed him to make money quickly.

At this time, the value of his chips had reached 400,000.

Hobo took away 400,000 in cash from the casino. No emotion could be seen on his face. What was left there was only despair and numbness.

After walking out of the door, he turned the corner of the street, where homeless people gathered, and used all his strength to throw the money bag out.

Money poured out from his backpack, and Hobo fell into the rain of money.

The two robbers who had been following him since the casino and tried to rob him looked at each other and joined the robbery team.

His body was trampled by the swarming crowd, and the putrid blood slowly drained away. The blood color of the wound became abnormally bright, even sickly and pure.

Just like a microcosm of his life.

Huo Bo's mouth kept opening and closing. Ye Zhou leaned down and heard him whisper:

"Keep some for the kids."

However, except for Ye Zhou, no one cared what he was saying.

He was already a corpse.

And it was Ye Zhou himself who deprived him of his last chance of survival.