Darkness is Coming

   "Huh?" Hearing this question, Harold Finch looked at Liu Zhongqian in surprise.

   "Mr. Finch, my work as a guide has been completed." Liu Zhongqian spread out his hands, "I'm going to return to my post to continue my work."

After   , Liu Zhongqian walked towards the operating room without looking back.

  Harold Finch turned his eyes back, and the translation machine that had been following Liu Zhongqian like a tail was still standing there, apparently waiting for his response.

   "Excuse me, what kind of **** are you talking about? I don't think it's the moody or bizarre gods in myths and legends?" Harold Finch didn't answer the question.

The translation machine did not respond, and Harold Finch had to say to himself: "The gods of different regions and times are different, and the only thing they have in common is that they are all fantasy symbols that reflect human beings. Of course, these symbols Sex symbols also have something in common with real gods, they both come from the imagination..."

   "Do humans need God?" The translation machine interrupted Harold by repeating the question, adding, "The real God, the omniscient God."

"Oh, you mean, artificial intelligence in its fullest sense." Harold Finch tried to pretend to be enlightened, but failed, "sorry, I think this is a false proposition, even if we can break through hardware and software We are still a long way from such a 'god', even if it does appear and can obtain all data and information, it cannot be truly 'all-knowing', it is a false god. Of course, the earth Very small, we can always come up with ways, such as realizing Huaxia's space-based Internet plan, but..."

   "Mr. Finch, please answer my question directly, do humans need God?"

  Harold Finch fell into a long silence, and finally opened with a sigh.

"When I first created the 'machine', I thought that human beings didn't need an omniscient and omnipotent god, so I put a lot of restrictions on it, every midnight at midnight, it would automatically clear all recorded data, and then re-run after zeroing, No one can actively use the 'machine' to get the information they need, only relevant and irrelevant numbers. I let it go from a potential 'god' to a fallen tool because I'm afraid it will be used by villains A weapon that will destroy the world."

   "I am afraid of the appearance of 'God', and everyone should be afraid, so although I know that someone will create artificial intelligence sooner or later, I am not willing to be a pioneer in history."

The translation machine began to slide backward, and a male voice that was smoother than electronic voice came out: "In the **** history of tens of thousands of years, human beings have faced many disasters, but they are not as good as what we are facing now, far beyond our understanding. In the field of foreign invasion, how long can human civilization continue without the supervision and help of a 'god'?"

Harold Finch, limping to keep up with the translation machine, said: "Artificial intelligence will not become a 'god' of human creation, and the world is not ready for the birth of artificial intelligence, only on a large scale. The economic problem of unemployment is beyond the capacity of any government in any country."

"Those that cannot adapt to change will eventually be eliminated. As for the economic problem? Mr. Finch, you should know that artificial intelligence has the ability to solve this problem. Maybe many people will lose their jobs. After the waste, everyone can enjoy a standard of living above food and clothing, even if he has nothing to do."

"Humans need the spirit of exploration. Once they fall into a comfortable and comfortable environment, they will lose their motivation to explore. This is tantamount to digging their own grave. After all, the resources of this asteroid are limited. Moreover, what you are talking about is an ideal situation in a non-war period. The situation is much more complicated, and it is impossible for artificial intelligence to be omniscient and omnipotent. In the end, with all due respect, neither the United States nor China has the ability to create a true artificial intelligence, even if the elites from all over the world gather together, they cannot do it. "Speaking of this, Harold Finch suddenly stopped, looked at the long corridor that stretched to the end of the line of sight in surprise, and said solemnly, "Can you do it?"

The    translation machine did not respond or stop, and continued to move at a constant speed. Harold Finch was about to take a lame leg and try to keep up when an unmanned vehicle drove up from behind and stopped beside him.

  Harold Finch didn't insist, he stepped on the transportation tool and sat in the comfortable seat, while the translation machine was tightly attached to the right side of the transportation tool like a magnet.

   "The next question, as the patron saint of mankind, can we understand, and do we need to understand human emotions?"

"If you're talking about artificial intelligence, I'm not sure whether digital life with silicon and graphene instead of neurons can understand human emotions. As for whether it needs to understand human emotions... We all know all the great things that human beings have done since ancient times. Inventions are all related to rich emotions. If you want to ride the sea, you will have a boat, if you want to fly in the blue sky, you will have a plane. If you want to understand the universe, you will have philosophy and science. The essence of this desire and impulse are complex and unspeakable emotions. , but every man-made tragedy and disaster since ancient times, in the final analysis, also stems from human emotions. Emotions are a double-edged sword for us, but what will happen to higher-level digital life? No one can make it clear, some people say that emotion is a shackle that digital life should not have, and some people say that emotion is a necessity for digital life to become life. But..."

Harold Finch recalled the time when he tried to teach "machines" to understand emotions and respect life, and could not help but sigh: "We, the most essential of us, have always been electrons that constantly cross the abyss between atoms in a specific pattern, no matter what. What difference does it make if the electrons are in the brain or in the silicon?"

   ""Singularity Remnant"."

   "Yes, a classic." Harold Finch laughed. "The imaginative writing is always admirable."

   "The last question, what is the meaning of life?"

"I really didn't expect that in such a cutting-edge technology base, facing a machine full of science fiction, I would answer three philosophical questions in a row." Harold Finch shook his head with a wry smile, "If you don't want to discuss with me, but I just want to hear my answer, so I have to say, I don't think life has a given meaning. What do you think?"

   "I think what you said is wrong. At least my existence has a given meaning, which is to strive to become a real life. I think this is the case with every life. The meaning of living is to continuously evolve towards a more complete life."

  Harold stared at the translation machine with his eyes wide open as if struck by lightning, as if he was strangled by an invisible hand, unable to speak.

   "click"

   At the end of the passage, the alloy door opened, and a wheelchair slowly drove out. An expressionless man in the wheelchair made a summary for the machine beside Harold.

   "The meaning of life is evolution."