The snow was falling all the time. Little Tolia wrapped herself in a blanket and flipped through the math textbook in her hand.

The math textbook was yellow and crisp, obviously for many years. Little Tolia had to go through it carefully. The door was closed tightly. The radiator was buzzing. This old product that had been out of the factory for almost 30 years could still operate, which was somewhat amazing.

The room was quiet. There was no sound of men fighting with women. Little Tolia could read books quietly.

These books were stored in the attic for a long time. Its former owner was Tolia's maternal grandfather, a mathematics professor. It is said that thirty years ago, he fled the Federation and headed to the enemy country on the other side of the ocean.

At that time, this was still something that everyone envied. At that time, a joke was circulating that the best mathematical research institution must have "the building of the United States and the professors of the Russians."

The professor's wife did not get a visa because of some era background. Until his daughter got married, the old professor sent money to the Russian Federation. The dollar was stronger than the national currency and was very popular in the black market. For a long time, several of the old professor's children were envied by locals.

But this happened a long time ago. Before the birth of Tolia, the money from the United States was cut off. Maybe the old professor had already gone to the kingdom of heaven.

As the money was cut off... and with the development of history, the living standards of several families fell sharply.

These books were sold for the rest. The high-end supplies left by the old professor in this country, along with the medals before his wife, were sold for seven or eight. Only these textbooks were left, and no one came to buy them. However, the old professor's daughter always felt that his father was a very powerful mathematician, so these things might be valuable and kept in the attic.

The snow kept falling, as if the world outside the window had disappeared. Jingning wrapped the child. He felt extremely at ease. The blanket was very soft and warm, and it was given to her by a young couple next door. The couple came from the Republic and was said to have come here to do business. In addition, a fat uncle from the United States would occasionally come to deliver him bread. He seemed to be a member of a charity.

What a reassuring day.

Little Tolia glanced out the window. He felt that the trajectory of the snowflakes hitting the window was a little wrong. He stood up, wrapped himself in a blanket, walked to the window frame, and reached out to knock on the glass. He did not dare to knock too hard. The snow on the window frame Zhen Luo. More snowflakes hit the window frame, trying to fill the previous snow.

Then, the trajectory of snow sliding off the glass seemed to form an abstract face.

Little Tolia tilted her head. He seemed to remember a piece of knowledge, "The human brain is always good at identifying pictures as human faces." He couldn't remember these things that were seen there. But...

"Atolis..." The face even spoke to him, "Atolis... are you awake?"

"I..." Little Tolia's face wrinkled. It took a long time before he replied, "I would rather not."

"I've been looking for you for a long time, Atolis," he said.

"Is AI now so advanced... advanced? It feels very... behind in the touch..." he murmured.

This is a virtual world. Little Tolia is a prisoner of a virtual world.

This is a world that calms his spirit.

The scene selected here is indeed the most reassuring moment for Tolia. It was a winter, and his father followed the call of the Patriarch and joined a great, glorious and just war. As a result, endless domestic violence disappeared. The mother was busy queuing up to get relief food - it seemed that it was hard to find work. His younger brother died of illness earlier. He was the only one here.

His childhood was only a little bit of happiness.

Even now, Atolis thinks it is ridiculous. When I was a child, I actually thought so.

实际上没有哪个好心的慈善机构会把面包送到他家里.只不过蹩脚的剧本需要一个理由让大卫·克来因出场.小托利亚在十岁之前一直是一个怪胎,没有同龄人愿意跟他玩.虽然母亲似乎很爱他,但是喝了酒之后,母亲一定会打他.甚至他最喜欢的班主任也偶尔会揍他.在被认为是“天才”之后,他才在一所暮气沉沉的研究所遇到了不会揍他的大人.

Then, he met those...those who really made him feel at ease.

Little Tolia was stuffed into the Rama project because the Russian Federation tried every means to expand the expert team. Over the years, with the reforms, the Russian Federation's educational institutions have become more and more... Well, in David's words, "it is becoming more and more like a church school." It is somewhat difficult for the Russian Federation to gather an expert group with sufficient quantity and quality. Little Tolia probably asked the team to "number 1" and reduce the average age at the same time.

David was the oldest person in the team later. He was a few years older than Atolis' father. Tolia Little was afraid of the United States at first, but David was very kind to him. In this script, he played the role of the person who delivered bread to Tolia Little.

Zhu Xinyu is the closest person to him. Although Zhu Xinyu doesn’t even take good care of himself, he still gives him a lot of care. At least compared with adults, he and Zhu Xinyu have more common language. In his heart, Zhu Xinyu is like a kind sister.

Xiangshan has always been with Zhu Xinyu. He is the most respectable person and the most reassuring person. People who are respectable are usually scary, but Xiangshan makes people feel close.

The script arranged the two people next door to him.

More people who made him feel at ease were inserted into this memory by a makeover.

In fact, he had no bread or blankets in his childhood. Radiators were usually not open because the electricity bill was very expensive.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! And his grandfather is not the kind of "magnificent mathematician" that his mother expected. A great mathematician would not even be able to handle his wife's visa. He was just a poor university teacher, barely enough to get a green card.

In that era, there were too many such people.

“ai, why are you entering here?”

"I have been searching for you, dear administrator user Atolis." The snowflakes that slide down the window formed a face. As the mouth opened and closed, the sound appeared directly.

Well, probably because Xiangshan’s sound source was used as material.

ai said: "I am ai made by Xiangshan, and I am the son of Xiangshan. Looking for you is one of the several tasks I carry out on a daily basis..."

"Oh...oh...I felt it. Indeed, the contents of those math textbooks were replaced. Some things were not the contents of the last century...the 1990s. I was probably trapped here...seventy years?"

"It's been two hundred years."

Atolis was shocked: "Didn't Yogmov give me the latest textbook? I thought he wanted me to work for him for free."

"What does it mean? Please forgive me for not being able to understand."

"Will he bring the most cutting-edge problems to me and think and learn? I think it must be the case." Atolis continued to be shocked: "The auto-isomorphic problem of Turing degree? The system engineering theory problem of k-server problems can also be delayed for two hundred years? Xiangshan seems to have asked me to study it... The research data at that time was not preserved?"

“As far as I know that that is at least…the data updated three years ago.”

"I also know it was updated three years ago, and I will know it after the memory is restored. But this should not be the most cutting-edge."

"I'm afraid..." ai said: "No more advanced information was found in my database."

"My...god..." Atolis's hand was inserted into his hair, very frustrated, "What is hell outside... What did that bastard Yogmov turn outside?"

"What do you remember now?"

"Yogmov attacked me. Probably."

Atolis' memory of the outside world stayed here. After Xiangshan disappeared, Atolis returned to the earth's ground in dismay. Without even joining the celebration, he left his powerful prosthetic body and used ordinary civil prosthetic body to join the reconstruction work of the earth's ground. He had already had enough of war.

He had just built his own small home, met his neighbors, and was preparing to install an antenna to obtain stable network services.

Before the antenna was installed, a space shuttle fell from the sky. A warrior popped out of it and knocked him out.

Probably Yogmov.

He seemed to have been hibernating for a long time. But hibernation could not be continued endlessly. He had to exercise his nerves regularly. Perhaps it was precisely because of this that Yogmov would create such a illusion for him.

He is just a prisoner.

"So where is my coordinates in reality?"

"Between the space building between the orbit of Mercury and the orbit of Venus." ai replied, "I found you. I will report it to Xiangshan. Do you have anything to say? Do you want me to bring it to him? My father will definitely come to save you. What do you have..."

"Don't come to save me." Atolis said, "It's meaningless. Although I don't know what's going on outside, Yogmov can imprison me for two hundred years... He must have a great advantage. With his mental state when he attacked me, it must be bad outside. My spirit is already very tired. I don't want to face all this anymore. Let me stay here alone. Yogmov probably won't come to kill me. He took such a lot of effort to suppress the arousal process of my memory and keep me in this state, probably because he couldn't bear to kill me."

"My father Xiangshan, he misses you very much."

"So he is still alive? Not a last work?" Atolis nodded and wrapped the blanket: "Will you kill my biological brain?"

"I am a service-oriented AI. I will not kill anyone in this state."

"Okay, let me stay like this."
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