Volume 3: Dance of the Aurora Chapter 13 Half Brain
After the other party hung up the phone, Fang Cheng immediately turned on the front camera of the phone and took a look at himself in it.
It could no longer be described simply as haggard; it looked as if he had been wandering the streets for half a year. He himself was wondering how he had ruined his appearance in just one night.
He looked around and there was probably nothing in the room that he could use to wash his body. Although the solution in the giant egg could wash away the sweat and oil on his body, it didn't seem to dissolve the dust.
What's more, the blood from the wounds on his body had already scabbed over, making it impossible to wash off the liquid.
Fang Cheng stared at his phone for a second and couldn't bear to look at it anymore. It would definitely not be possible to go see her like this.
He looked at the metal ring in his hand. Could this thing have a cleaning function?
As a vehicle that needs to operate for a long time on an alien planet, it should have some self-cleaning function. The Mars rover has a special dust-proof film to remove dust in the air.
As he spoke, he gripped the three-dimensional maneuvering device tightly and stared at it carefully for a while.
In fact, after he got this thing, he didn't know how to operate it. After all, the aliens didn't give him an instruction manual or anything.
The surface of this ring is smooth and clean. There are no buttons on the front and back, and it doesn't look like there will be a touch screen.
However, there is a very tiny red dot on the back of the ring, so small that it is impossible to tell whether the red color comes from some light source or is just a simple color.
Fang Cheng stretched out his finger towards the red dot and found that the dot was concave, like the joint of some kind of wire.
He tried to poke the red dot with his little finger, only to find that he couldn't get his finger in at all.
This point may not be an interface for interaction, but perhaps a sensor for detecting the environment.
"How do I operate this thing? Do I have to talk to him?"
Fang Cheng couldn't help but mutter to himself.
“Voice interaction is possible.”
The vibration in his hand made his arm feel numb, and he could actually speak directly.
“Can you explain how it works?”
“This instrument has three interaction modes:
One is to operate directly through extracorporeal electric current. I can merge with any universal extracorporeal interface and exist as a part of the body.
The second is to interact through understanding natural language. My database currently contains 768 million natural languages, more than half of which can be directly perceived through sensors.
Third, through the external interactive interface, I can instantly transform the interactive interface that suits the user's body structure according to the user's sensory type."
"Can I choose the third option?"
"OK."
As soon as Fang Cheng finished speaking, a huge touch screen opened in front of him, showing dense text and graphics. This spherical translucent screen completely enveloped him, like a sealed cockpit.
He stared at the display screen for a long time. He thought that this high-tech control panel should be minimalist in style, but he didn't expect that there were all kinds of incomprehensible terms and line diagrams on it. Many of those terms were obviously not words that already existed in Chinese.
"Do you have an automatic cleaning function? Or a shower function?"
"If you mean the self-cleaning function, I don't need it because the coefficient of friction of my surface can be adjusted by itself, and in theory no dust will stick to it."
"That……"
"If you want to clean yourself, I can flow over your body and absorb all the dirt."
It seems very interesting.
"I'd like to try that."
The bracelet in front of him stretched out rapidly like last night, quickly wrapping around his whole body. Fang Cheng subconsciously closed his eyes, and waves of tingling came from all over his body.
It felt like licking an iron railing in the dead of winter and getting stuck.
After a few seconds, the iron ring returned to its original shape, and Fang Cheng felt a dryness on his face, as if he had washed it too cleanly.
He took out the camera on his cell phone and found that even his hair was completely disheveled, as if he had just taken a shower.
"Don't you think it's dirty?"
I never thought that one day he would ask a car if it thought it was dirty.
"I can automatically adjust the coefficient of friction, and all the dust that gets on will fall off automatically."
"May I ask... are you self-aware? Or an artificial intelligence or something like that?"
"I am a person with half a brain, created to achieve a certain function. I am an individual with complete rationality but only a partial independent personality, and I am legally endowed with some human rights."
"Then do you have emotions? Do you have feelings, likes, dislikes, and other mental states?"
"That depends on the settings. My brain is different from yours. Each non-critical area can be turned on and off individually. The part that functions as the amygdala can be manually blocked."
There are two amygdalae at the core of the human brain, just outside the parahippocampal sulcus. It is the part of the brain that produces emotions and can judge the emotional importance of the objects seen.
This is very important for primitive humans. The amygdala tells us to run away when we see a natural enemy. When emotions are enhanced, people's memory will also be greatly improved, allowing people to remember the most critical details of the event.
However, the setting of being able to block part of the brain is too advanced. If part of the human brain is removed or blocked, then is this person still the same person as before as a mental individual?
This seemed to touch upon some very fundamental philosophical issues, and Fang Cheng decided not to think about it for the time being.
"If there's nothing else, I'll just go back to the default state."
"By the way... did you also hear the conversations I just had with others ?"
"I can choose not to listen. I have no curiosity, nor the desire to explore. Everything you and others say is useless information to me. I am programmed to just complete my own tasks."
"...Okay, thank you."
"You're welcome."
Fang Cheng stared at the ring in his hand. The other party had completely quieted down. He felt an unbearable embarrassment and wanted to continue the conversation.
Oh, I haven’t asked its name yet.
"Ah... there is one more question..."
"Hey, what are you doing in here?"
"I didn't do anything!" Of course I wasn't talking to the bracelet.
This subconscious denial is the stress response regulated by the amygdala.
In fact, there is no use in denying it. When Ai Bishui walked to the door of the old house, she heard whispers coming from inside.
She determined that one of the voices belonged to someone she knew, while the other sounded a bit like Siri, with no emotion at all.
However, that voice is not as recognizable as Siri. It is more like collecting all the Chinese-speaking voices and taking an average, so that even the gender cannot be determined from it.
But the bigger problem at hand was that the gate to the compound was locked, and there was only a gap in the surrounding wall through which one could enter.
He doesn't want me to climb over the wall, does he?
