Overturned Tower

The middle-aged researcher who took the otter as his spiritual relative and code-named "Otter" took off his tie and suit.

With a decadent temperament unique to middle-aged social animals, he took the initiative to hold the arm of Russell whom he was in awe of.

With a little apprehension, as well as inexplicable confidence and pride, they came to the innermost room of this research institute... It felt like bringing a boss who was quite awe-inspiring on weekdays to their usual favorite unpopular place. The feeling is the same as when the shop was small.

It looked like a small bar counter, with a long wooden L-shaped table and warm lighting, and there were many bottles of wine on the counter. The space is very small, only about a dozen square meters.

And Bubble-30 is like a bartender girl, skillfully picking up a few wine bottles on the other side of the bar.

"With a color temperature of 2400K, it can give people a warm and relaxing feeling...just like being at home."

The girl explained something to Russell with a smile, and asked with some confidence, "What would you like to drink?"

"I'm the same as usual."

Mr. Otter said relaxedly.

Russell shrugged.

It's not that he hasn't been to bars... Considering entertainment issues, Qunqing has been to basically everywhere.

It's just that now he doesn't have that interest in ordering wine, but simply said: "Then I'm the same as him."

"Two glasses of 'Mr. Otter', okay~"

Bubble-30 responded enthusiastically, and asked Russell, "Do you want the hot one or the iced one?"

"You tune it for him first, and I'll see what the finished product is first."

Russell replied.

He looked around and asked Mr. Otter: "Do you usually stay here? Even the wine is named after you.

"Synthetics, shouldn't they be able to drink alcohol?"

They have no brains, much less tongues and taste buds. Alcohol doesn't numb their nerves, it just dissolves circuits and burns components.

Alcohol means nothing to them.

That is to say... the wine in this big cabinet is actually for these researchers to drink.

"Because we can't go out and drink."

Mr. Otter smiled wryly: "Only in the black area... can we relax, complain and say something that cannot be heard by outsiders.

"Mr. Qunqing. You have the authorization of the chairman, that's why you came here. Of course, it was also because of Naraku-7's rebellion that synthetic talents came to the front...

"These children... have never seen other humans with their own eyes except for the elf directors and researchers."

"...You mean," Russell realized the hidden meaning in Mr. Otter's words, "they haven't left this institute since they were born?"

"To be precise, it is this black area. They are occasionally transferred to other research facilities to cooperate with the research of other projects. When parts are repaired and replaced, they also need to be transported to other production facilities."

The researcher sighed again—Russell had lost count, and this was the number of times he had sighed.

At this moment, Russell smelled a shocking aroma mixed with coffee and liqueur.

The Bubble-30 pushed a large glass of solid black wine that wasn't flamboyant, layered, or even served over ice.

Russell's nose can smell it clearly. It has a strong aroma of coffee, cocoa and hazelnuts. It seems to be heated vermouth in it, with a thick layer of burnt brown rich foam on it...it should be caramel and milk. . It's about a full 1.5 liters.

…surprisingly more of a milk tea with wine than a cocktail.

Mr. Otter picked up the wine glass and drank it down. It looked like he was drinking dark beer.

When he put down the glass, the wine was half gone. But the foam is still the same thickness.

"Give me a glass of ice, thank you. If it's not sweet enough, you can add more sugar."

Although I feel that this kind of hot rum should taste good, but the cat's curiosity makes Russell look forward to what the ice rum will taste like.

He doesn't like to drink alcohol, but if you drink sweet wine, you may not be able to drink it as a flat cola.

"You just asked, what is 'Nirvana'... right?"

After drinking most of the glass of wine, Mr. Otter's cheeks began to turn red visibly.

He sighed: "That's a problem we've never been able to solve...a problem at the design level. It's also the fundamental reason why the 'Synthetic Man' project was replaced by the 'Monkey-faced Eagle' project.

"The reason why we use the brains of human babies to extract 'consciousness' and 'soul' to make synths is because we have tried to make synths by synthesizing memories...but it failed completely.

"Synthetics who couldn't give birth to soul relatives soon went crazy. The bodies of those losers whose wills were wiped out are probably still lying in the warehouse of the third waste yard.

"We can't confirm what the soul is and what form it exists in. But we can be sure that only babies who have developed self-awareness and know what their name is can be used to make synthetic humans.

"That is to say... they are not cheap products that can be produced at the touch of a button. Every synthetic human was once a living human being.

"But... even if they awaken their relatives, they won't go crazy for no reason. But they still can't solve a problem...

"That is, pain.

"They don't need to eat, they don't need to drink, they don't need to sleep. They don't dream. Their minds are made of zeros and ones, no ambiguous inspirations, no irrational impulses. Whenever they start thinking, 'What am I?' When it comes to philosophical questions...it is easy to crash."

Mr. Otter smiled bitterly and said: "For us humans, if we can't think of the answer, then we don't think about it. It's time to get down to business.

"But for synthetic humans, their thinking does not affect their work. Their computing power is very powerful, and they can carry out multiple parallel thinking and actions, which means that they can separate out many circuits for calculation. It takes a long time to calculate. Get answers to questions.

"And if a synthetic human is caught in philosophical myths for too long, he will crash. The more they think, the more human they become... But if they cross a certain 'degree' and become more human than human Sometimes, their personalities are more likely to collapse and go crazy.

"At that time, they will need [Nirvana]. That is, only their memory and skill system will be kept, and their personality system will be erased... In this way, many myths they think about will also be deleted. This is So-called 'reboot'.

"Although they have the same memories and cognitions, the new personalities born based on these memories after they restart are completely different from the ones they were at the previous moment. Just like those who were born knowing... Bubble-1 and Bubble-2 , Bubble-29, and Bubble-30 are all completely different individuals. So every time Nirvana is completed, we will add a number after the name to prove...the birth of a new friend.

"Bubble-30, she... is the first synthetic human, and also the synthetic human with the most Nirvana times. For synthetic humans, philosophy is a kind of fateful poison that cannot be touched, but will always be touched...

"They are destined to destroy their sanity... It won't take ten years, one year or two years... At most one year, Bubble-30 will die in an individual sense... After being restarted by us, a new one will be born..."

Mr. Otter was talking, but he couldn't speak anymore.

He cried out inexplicably and interrupted himself.

"Don't blame me. Mr. Qunqing. I know I'm wicked..."

With tears in his eyes, he grabbed Russell's sleeve, and was silent for a long time, hesitant to speak.

Then, he sighed again.

Mr. Otter let go of Russell's hand, his brows and eyes were full of exhaustion: "It's the same as plotting against you, but I can't do anything.

"I can't influence anyone... After all, I didn't **** start this project. I'm just a broken worker, working with money. The company pays, so what they say, I do.

"I know it's not good, but what can I do? I can't do anything but look at these children.

"People's hearts are fleshy. Even if you raise a dog for more than ten years, you will have to cry two tears when you die. I watched these children grow up, how could they not have feelings?

"But to fail is to fail. We are losers... we are trash. We are all trash.

"Fifteen years project... Fifteen years!"

Mr. Otter's emotions became agitated: "All previous efforts are in vain!

"We didn't do anything wrong...we did a lot of hard work! We even thought about what they would think of their children...but what?

"—'Your research direction is wrong', 'it's all wrong from the beginning'. In this case, who can accept it?

"Since I was twenty-five years old, until now... I'm still a few days away from turning forty. Now, I have no way out. Change my research direction and start from scratch? Ha..."

As he spoke, Mr. Otter drank the remaining half glass of wine in one gulp.

The half liter of coffee liqueur was delivered within ten minutes, and the foam hadn't even dissipated before the wine was completely drained.

He talked on and on, and Russell barely answered. Just listen quietly.

This is not an attitude of drinking, more like buying drunk.

That was not responding to Russell's question, but complaining and venting.

"I'm ruined, Mr. Ultramarine."

Mr. Otter lamented decadently: "All my wisdom...our lives...are all used to create some synths who are destined to be discarded. The 260 people here are all discarded. Just with them Like these synths... we all lose our value.

"We're all losers, we're all trash!"

His voice suddenly amplified, and he roared angrily but sadly: "It's all **** that no one wants!"

Then, it was silent.

In the narrow space, only Mr. Otter’s whimpering and crying, and the sound of Bubble-30 mixing drinks~www.wuxiahere.com~ Those synthetic children outside became quiet at some point, as if they were Hiding somewhere and listening to something.

The girl listened to his complaint quietly, but said nothing.

He just helped Russell mix the wine quietly and skillfully.

Russell didn't look at Mr. Otter, but focused on Bubble-30's movements.

That is the level of skill that can only be achieved by the most outstanding human bartenders, but Bubble-30 only needs a small learning chip to master it.

But so far, she has never tasted what the wine tastes like.

I will never know what "drunkness" is.

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