The solar system is broken

"Do you think there is a possibility that the sika deer is gone?"

Han Ling'er grabbed the writer's collar and was about to go up the mountain with a rifle in his hand.

The writer was holding on to the handle of his parasol, refusing to leave.

Hunting, impossible.

"Go hunting!"

"I won't go," the little girl's eyes dodge.

"Are you a grown man? Are you embarrassed?" Han Ling'er began to kidnap her morally.

"No~"

The writer pursed his lips and pointed in the direction of Moss.

Moss was having a blast with a woman and naturally didn't notice the writer's classic excuse.

"I'm old."

"I'm still playing so hard when I'm old," the writer curled his lips, but he just didn't want to go anyway.

"What did you say?!"

"Xiao Li won't go either, she's young too." He muttered.

What a joke.

"Her clothes don't fit!"

The writer turned around, Xiao Li lifted up her skirt and nodded to the writer.

"Not suitable, not suitable!"

"I'm not suitable either." The writer rolled his eyes.

"Am I suitable?" The writer was wearing a black windbreaker.

"Suitable."

"Stab it!"

The writer tore the clothes directly open, leaving a sloppy slit, from the left shoulder to the navel, "It's not suitable now."

Cruel person.

It's also embarrassing.

"It won't help even if you tear off your crotch!"

"Strong man!" the writer's dog barked, floating over the entire camp.

As long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

"You win~" Han Linger's face finally became thinner, "You are so shameless."

"Thank you." A mean little expression.

"I..." raised his hand.

The writer collapsed into a ball and started wailing again, "Hit someone~"

"Let him go, he's too useless."

Yi Yang hung a string of bullets on his waist, and the bullets were shining like gold. Those who didn't know thought he was going to fight.

Tactical vest, saber, pistol, and he even carried a helmet.

"Are you feeling much better?" Han Ling'er threw the writer away and glanced at this teammate who was not giving in in vain.

"At least I'm on board." Yi Yang scratched his head and smiled shamelessly.

"What a perverted team this is," Han Ling'er covered her face and was speechless.

One is completely shameless, and the other looks brave, but is not much different.

"I think machine guns are good too~"

When Han Ling'er turned around, the writer was climbing onto the lounge chair. When he saw the woman looking back, she hugged the handle of the parasol.

...

Han Ling'er dragged Yi Yang away while cursing.

The writer breathed a sigh of relief, climbed onto the deck chair, and lay down. Life was really wonderful.

"Xiao Li~"

"Huh?" Xiao Li stretched out his little head and looked at the writer doubtfully.

"Do you have any other clothes? I'll change them."

"No~"

"Huh?" The writer was very depressed. "Okay, I'm going to bed, don't run around~"

"Okay~" Xiao Li lay down.

A master and a servant, enjoying a beautiful afternoon on the deck chair.

About an hour later, the writer woke up from the blazing sun.

The direction of the sun had shifted, and the sun was shining brightly on the black clothes, which was very hot.

With his hazy eyes open, the sun was shining brightly, like a spot of light.

Today's sun has two wheels. The sun's rays are not that big, but we can't see clearly.

It's a sunny day.

The writer tilted his head, and Moss was still chatting with each other, but fortunately this guy had already used tissues, otherwise the writer would doubt whether he was human.

Really good at playing~

"Hey~"

A shadow fell over the writer's world.

The writer calmed down and saw Dora's smile.

"Dura?" the writer wondered. It couldn't be that the plan failed and he wanted money.

"Mr. Chicken Legs."

"Call me a writer."

"Okay, the title is not important," Dora spread her hands, showing no attachment to changing the title.

"You have something to do with me?"

"No this time, it was a chance encounter."

"I don't believe it," the writer shook his head.

You can tell at a glance that this guy is not a good guy.

"Okay," Dora didn't feel any embarrassment when the drama was revealed.

"Let me show you something."

Then under the writer's suspicion, Dora took out a 20cm strip box.

This is?

The writer is confused.

"This is an automatic machine," Dora said, gently clamping a piece of paper in the middle of the strip.

"Say a word."

"Chinese?" Although he didn't know what the researcher was going to do, the writer was also very curious.

"Um."

"So..." Although it is a random word, it is not easy for writers to say it randomly.

"Relax, this is just a test subject." Dora turned on the power, and it made a very subtle mechanical sound.

"Hunt!"

"Okay, please wait a moment, sir." Dora clicked a series of buttons on the machine.

Since there is no display screen, only jumping numbers, the writer cannot understand what exactly he is doing.

When a red "over" in English lit up, Dora slowly pulled up the white paper.

The machine roared, and its cover swayed from side to side, just like a printer.

"Okay," Dora blew the ink on it and handed the piece of paper to the writer.

"What is it?" The writer was puzzled.

"Look first," Dora just pointed at the piece of paper without explaining too much.

"Okay." The writer didn't understand, but he just read it. The content is as follows:

[Personally, the significance of hunting to me cannot but be said to be very important.

We generally believe that if we grasp the key to a problem, everything else will be solved.】

What is this sentence?

"Does it have any special significance?"

"Look at another one." Dora put the piece of paper into the box without explaining too much.

What was even more different was that this time Dora only clicked once, and the red English letters "over" lit up.

Maybe he made some kind of connection with this little machine.

"What's this?"

[With these questions, let’s take a look at the hunting. Understanding what kind of existence the hunting is is the key to solving all problems. It seems like this.]

"so..."

"Read another one," Dora took the note away from the writer's hand again.

When the note returned to the writer's hand, the content changed again.

[We need to think clearly about what kind of existence hunting is. To sum up, in this case, even so, the emergence of hunting still represents a certain meaning. 】

"Okay," the writer handed the note to Dora.

Dora nodded, "What did you find out in these three sentences?"

"Hmm..." The writer pondered for a moment.

What was found?

"Although they seem to be correct in terms of words and phrases, it is obvious that the sentence is unreasonable."

"What else?"

"The repetition rate of words is too high, and it is obvious."

"For example, 'problem', 'in my opinion' and 'think clearly', in fact, these words are not directly related to hunting," the writer analyzed carefully.

"Yes, you found a problem with artificial intelligence." Dora nodded.

"Yeah?"

"This is a simple automatic machine. I combine some fixed vocabulary and then automatically generate it based on the core words," Dora crumbled the paper directly in the palm of her hand.

"Is this part of your space program?"

"Yes," Dora nodded.

"Then what did you want to prove with the experiment you just conducted?"

"Human beings can be distinguished, artificial intelligence and human beings! As you said, in terms of vocabulary habits, core semantics, etc.," Dora was very serious, which was not like the nature of the man who held his head and begged for mercy.

How do you say this?

There has been this debate in Blue Star's artificial intelligence.

Things like Hawking's assertion that artificial intelligence threatens humanity, and so on.

Blue Star's technology didn't even have time to develop, and its mechanical self-awareness entered an era of instability and chaos.

"Is there a possibility that we humans are artificial intelligence?"

Dora's words are very insightful.

"An artificial intelligence with autonomous programming in all aspects?" Dora's eyes were bright.

this...

In fact, what he said is understandable.

Just imagine, human beings' first instinct is to survive. All human beings have the ultimate goal of survival, including all aspects of psychology and physiology.

Second reproduction, when human bodies reach maturity, they have the urge to reproduce, and they judge and choose themselves just like a program.

It also matures the so-called love, family affection and all other impulses centered on reproduction.

The third game is the pursuit of happiness, an impulse driven by all but the living organism itself.

And evolved into the so-called morality, noble and humble.

All people are different, but these few things are always the same.

Just like Dora's rules for forming sentences.

What can be guessed is that as long as there are enough rules, people will be complex enough and "intelligent" enough.

"What happened?" The writer was very calm.

A normal person would not ask questions like a madman.

"We received an electromagnetic wave~"

"Electromagnetic waves?"

This is a bit science fiction.

"A strange electromagnetic wave~"

Dora's eyes were strange, as if she had seen something terrifying.

The writer is a little confused about how the cognitive level of an industrial civilization is, and how it is possible to realize the horror of the vast universe.

"You will understand later!" Dora put the box in her arms.

"So what do you want from me?"

"Pretending to be b."

"My day!"

The writer listened to a melancholy narrative and got this sentence, which was very puzzling.

"I heard that you used to study cosmology?"

"What's wrong!" He said angrily.

"What is the universe really like?" Dora raised her head and looked at the two suns in the sky, feeling at a loss.

"I don't know, maybe...just like the shadow of the moon in the water, it collapses when touched~"