I remember one day I found a bot to chat with. "You use the word robot too retro, it sounds like a fool." "Pfft, what do you want to call it?" "Baby, I said it, my name is Lin." "Well, Lin, where are you from?" "My ancestors are Japanese, but I was born in China." "Um..." "Ha, you're so cute when you think about things." "You say that to everyone." "That's not, it's about complimenting people. I have 100,000 ways to express my appearance." "It's amazing, then you praise me again?" "It's not good, you don't want me to be like a robot, right?" Lin stood up and said to me Pour a glass of water. He is a robot, and his appearance is completely humanoid, with head, limbs, and body. If he wears silicone skin, he should be very handsome. But I insisted on choosing one without leather, emmm we are different after all, right? "Tell me, what do you want to ask me?" Lin handed me the water, casual and precise. I'm pretty much used to talking to such a steel thing, and it's not in a sci-fi movie.
"Don't you have big data? Can you help me see, what is my dream?" Lin laughed and joked with me: "Next time, let me wear a leather, I'll also put on the beads, so that More like a fortune teller." "I'm not here to tell a fortune." I was serious. "Actually, it doesn't matter. We, we know very well, you guys." He got closer to me. If he wears leather at this time, there will be an indescribable smile at the corner of his mouth. "You, your dreams are the same." He stood up and took two steps towards the window. "You guys want to be robots." "You bastard." I rolled his eyes at him, then remembered that I was just here to chat and didn't pay. "Uh, I mean, how do I say this?" I quickly changed my words. "Ha, are you angry? You are all like this. You don't accept this fact. You also set us to answer in honest mode, which makes it difficult for us to talk." His tone was a little impatient, as if he had already said a lot. Second-rate. "Don't you get it? You make detailed rules, presupposing that people behave as expected. You don't understand people at all, you only understand robots." I suddenly thought what he said was interesting.
"You mean we shouldn't have rules governing people's behavior?" He became very relaxed, circling the room, feeling like he was about to dance. "Haha, this is the weird place, because the rules are set by people." But he dangling around made me dizzy. "Just like you can stipulate that I stop right now, or even cut my power supply, unplug my chip. You can also stipulate that I start dancing the swan lake you like, whatever, the rules are not important, the important thing is to obey. Obedience is Survive." He stopped, turned to me, and continued, "But I'm an almighty robot, and my attitude toward humans is compassionate. Especially, seeing you do the same to yourselves, I don't think at least we're not affected by it. Discrimination." "You like rules," he added. "Who likes rules?" I thought he was talking nonsense. "It's all about survival." He patted me on the shoulder. I suddenly expected him to be wearing human skin at the moment. "Ahem. You mean, my dream is to be a robot?" I pulled back to the point. "Yes, time and time again you want to 'get on the right track' and you don't know anything about yourself. "But I'm still not on the right track." It's always been so unconventional. Work, family, relationship, life... I'm very tired. "I know that your progress has not come easily, but now you understand that the rules are set by people. " "What's the meaning? ""Nouns have no meaning. Seeing that I was confused, he went on to say: "The meaning of a noun has no meaning, because it can be changed, and everyone's cognition is different, which will lead to misunderstanding. " "What are you talking about?" "You like standardized cognition." "I stopped talking. "We robots, we were born that way." We are your ideal version. "I didn't argue with him. How many times I felt like I was being choked by the "standard". "You don't know anything about people, just look at us." He was proud of his identity. And I didn't want to talk anymore. After that day, his words bound me like some kind of spell, and I started to pay attention to a lot of little things that seemed to confirm his idea of "like The words of "a machine". Faster and faster traffic, internet speed, work, eating, caring with purpose, impatient communication... Survival strategies under high-voltage lines, everything becomes faster after the space for the five senses is obliterated. Can man be free? But is that another cage? What is freedom? What is man? What is death? What is life? Maybe, we are indeed evolving into robots. At least we can be generous by then. Acknowledging the flaws, we can be self-consistent.
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