LRAB Chapter 325
Chapter 325
Chapter 325: Chapter 25: Historical Closure (Extra for Alliance Leader Fran!)_3 Chapter 325: Chapter 25: Historical Closure (Extra for Alliance Leader Fran!)_3 “Right,” Lin Xian suddenly turned his head, looking at the trash can robot:
“If I bring you back 600 years, you won’t fail to recognize me, right?
I don’t want to end up with some AI crisis where you mistake someone else for your creator.”
“Of course not,” the trash can robot waved its mechanical pincers:
“Have you forgotten the ‘identify voice’ command and the activation password?
Those are the core elements; only those two things can wake me up and activate me.”
So that was it.
Lin Xian had nearly forgotten about that.
He still couldn’t quite understand...
where exactly did the code for that voice recognition command originate from?
After all, he wasn’t even sure if he was VV.
...
And where had Zhao Yingjun got his voice from?
“Forget it, it’s not that important.”
Lin Xian stood up from the rock:
“Then let the moment come...
from which history will change its course.”
“Do we start memorizing the code now?” VV lifted her head, looking at Lin Xian.
“No, let’s start tomorrow; it’s too late today.”
Lin Xian lifted his wrist, checking his watch.
00:41.
He looked up at the full moon directly above, looking at the black hand shadow pointing straight up to the sky:
“Let’s see how much longer you can hide.”
Boom!!!!!
Boom!!!!!
Boom!!!!!
The punctual white light burned everything away.
In a corner of the bedroom, Lin Xian opened his eyes.
...
...
Thump, thump, thump.
The next day, as the afternoon neared its end.
Lin Xian was reading in his office in the Rhein Building, when there was a knock at the door.
“Come in.”
He put down the “Beginner’s Guide to JAVA Programming” he was holding and looked up.
“President Zhao?”
AlphaGo.
Dog?
He suddenly became curious...
Did Zhao Yingjun really have a pet dog called VV, or was that part of history fabricated to deceive the world?
“Speaking of dogs,” Lin Xian awkwardly changed the subject:
“I’m quite fond of puppies, but I never had the chance to keep one because my mother is allergic to the fur of cats and dogs.
If I have the chance in the future, I’d really like to have one.”
Zhao Yingjun raised an eyebrow:
“You like puppies?
I’ve never heard you speak of that.”
“Ah, it just came up in conversation.”
“I do have a puppy,” Zhao Yingjun said offhandedly.
Lin Xian looked up:
“Really?
What breed is it?”
“It’s a Pomeranian; I’ve had it for several years now,” Zhao Yingjun paused to think:
“It was a gift from my mother when I went abroad to study.
She was worried I’d be lonely, so she gave it to me.
It’s been 7 years now...
that’s not so young in dog years.”
Lin Xian was surprised that everything really matched up:
“Then...
what’s the name of your Pomeranian?”
“VV,” Zhao Yingjun said with a smile:
“Strange name, isn’t it?”
“It is a bit strange.”
“When I first got her, she had just been born, very small, and her cries sounded like VV, VV...
I found it interesting, so I named her VV.”
“However, as you know, Pomeranians are notoriously temperamental, always barking and howling, small in size but not in temper.
If you’re thinking of getting a dog, I’d recommend choosing a more well-behaved breed; it’ll save you lots of trouble.”
“Pomeranians...
they are okay, I think they are cute,”
Lin Xian said, his knowledge of dogs not particularly vast, his earlier comments merely trying to probe.
However, he really did see a Pomeranian as cute as a dandelion in the gallery of projections 600 years in the future; that was the truth.