Naming Technique of the Night
In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
208, Sister
"Knowledge changes destiny…" Qing Chen murmured.
He felt that he and Yi were in a strange relationship now. For some reason, he always felt that this artificial intelligence seemed to be competing with him in secret…
He caused some discomfort in it.
Then it would strike back at him.
"Yi, I'm really curious," Qing Chen said seriously, "Are your parents human? I'm really sincere in asking, what are their names?"
Yi felt puzzled: "My parents are indeed human, but why do you ask this? This is the second time you've asked the same question."
"I just want to know," Qing Chen said, "what kind of people could have raised an AI as irritating as you?"
"Oh," Yi answered seriously: "It really is hereditary; my father did indeed nearly anger a lot of people to death back in the day, so I guess I was soaked in this environment from a young age and learned through both verbal instruction and personal example."
"Who are your parents?" Qing Chen asked again.