The apartment suite has a large space, and there are seven or eight young children in the living room. They are not ordinary children, and they all have special abilities.
Some can make the building blocks suspended, while others can bend the spoon into twists with your mind.
Russell was not interested in these little kids. He knew very well that these kids were not human little kids with tubes stuck in the back of their heads, but programs, and special functions were a way of expressing their permissions.
Don't think about bent the spoon, that's impossible...
The little boy who practiced his mind was a little proficient, or out of showing off, he handed the spoon in his hand towards Russell, asking him to try to change the shape of the spoon as well.
Russell shrugged and squatted down to take the spoon from the little boy's hand. He knew that he was holding a set of data, but he had no permissions and could only see a spoon.
Seeing Russell cooperating with him, the little boy smiled: You have to recognize the reality, there is actually no spoon at all.
so what?
So you will understand that it is not the spoon that bends, but yourself.
When you have thoughts, it is not the wind moving, it is not the sail moving, but the heart moving!
Russell raised his eyebrows. He understood this principle, but the tree wanted to be quiet but the wind continued. It was like he wanted to be a good man who would last forever, but the ship cracked itself. What could he do? He could only go to the dark path of a scumbag.
Kid, you said the first thing wrong. You can’t do it in the world, and there is nothing impossible.
Russell showed a kind smile and patted the little boy's head: It's actually super easy to bend the spoon, Uncle Luo will do it for you.
Screaming!Screaming!squeak
Russell clapped his hands and left, leaving behind a confused little boy and ten spoons bent into twists.
There was a pair that could no longer be called a spoon, but Russell violently straightened it with his hands and turned into chopsticks.
Wait for a moment, this gentleman, the prophet is still meeting other guests.
Seeing that Russell walked into the kitchen without waiting, the black woman hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, but she didn't use any use of her fart. She grabbed Russell's arm and was dragged into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, the Prophet was sharing his baked cookies, and Neo picked up a piece and had eaten more than half of it.
Both of them were stunned when they saw Russell appear. Not to mention the prophet's daze for the time being, Neo was surprised by Russell's appearance. When Morpheus told him that there was a person like the prophet, he always thought Russell was the prophet.
Hello Mr. Anderson, we meet again.
Russell was standing there, looking like "I opened this mountain" and took root under his feet and didn't plan to leave.
The black woman couldn't help Russell even by pushing and pulling, and kept apologizing to the prophet. It was because of her negligence that the prophet's visits were disturbed.
It doesn't matter, I just finished the talk here.
The prophet shook his head slightly and said he didn't mind. She was an old black woman with a fifty-year-old appearance. She looked ordinary and nothing special.
Hello, sir, what should I call you?
The prophet politely stretched out his hand, Russell looked down and glanced at him without holding it up, hooking Neo who was about to leave with his backhand. It seemed that the two brothers were good but they were tough and letting the other party stay as the audience to meet.
The prophet was slightly stunned: Sir, you don’t seem very friendly.
I'm easy to talk to, but it depends on what kind of person is opposite me, unfortunately, you're not even a human being.Russell shook his head slightly, touching the point and showing the truth that the prophet was a program.
The prophet shook his head and said with a smile: Can I take your attitude as a form of discrimination?
You can do whatever you want!
Neo was stunned and was pressed to the spot by Russell. After listening to the puzzle-like conversation between the two, he suddenly figured out something and said in surprise: Prophet, you are not a human, but a program?
The obvious thing, I thought you knew.
The prophet responded to Neo and looked at Russell and asked: Then, this gentleman of unknown origin, why are you here to find me?
Hey, aren’t you waiting for me?
I didn't wait for you, but I only realized that you would come when you showed up.
The prophet shook his head: I can't understand the code on you, it's disordered, chaotic, illogical, but has traces to follow... It's very contradictory, as if I stared at the darkness, everything I could think of was inside, but more of it was beyond my imagination.
Interesting, the omnipotent prophet actually didn't know.
Russell said something full of gunpowder and picked up a baked cookie: I was wondering, since the prophet knows everything, why did she still bake cookies? It was obvious that as long as she had a thought, she could know the taste of all the cookies in the world.
The prophet frowned: Sir, the ending is not important, what matters is the process.
That is for humans, machines only need results.
Russell put the cookies at his mouth, thought it was unreliable, and stuffed them into Neo's mouth, and continued: The Prophet is simulating humans. As a program, her task not only maintains the stability of the matrix, but also detects human emotions, explores the roots of human self-cognition, and seeks the uncertainty of chaos...
Every time Russell said, Neo's handsome face turned pale, and correspondingly, the prophet's face turned black.
The prophet led human resistance, gave the matrix mother the right to choose, learned the concepts of self, love, sacrifice, etc. from human resistance, and incorporated these concepts into machine civilization, and ultimately achieved the purpose of evolution.
Bang!
Neo broke free from Russell's shackles and put on a fighting stance. The target was the prophet who had a very happy conversation before. There was no reason, but he thought Russell was right.
Mr. Anderson, why are you so excited?
Russell waved his hand and said unconfrontation: This is exciting. If I tell you that there are five generations of saviors before you, wouldn’t you explode on the spot?
Neo stood there in shock, his body did not explode, his brain exploded, and was shocked by Russell's words that he could not tell the difference between the east, west, south and north.
This gentleman, what exactly are you? Are you also a program?
hehe……
Russell lit up the sunglasses on his nose: The matrix world was 1999, so I am a millennium worm. The meaning of existence is to cause various system functional disorders until the system collapses.
There is no such possibility!The prophet shook his head decisively.
Some, the sixth generation matrix system is not perfect, and the emergence of the Savior means that the system is about to reach the brink of collapse and must be restarted again.
Russell pulled Neo, who was stiff all over and stuffed a cookie into his mouth again: You use that... Trinity, this name is hard to remember. It has implanted the concept of love for the savior, which distinguishes him from the previous five generations of savior programs. This is very good. Love represents infinite possibilities. This silly boy may really upgrade the system.
I...I am a program!?
Russell repeatedly spoke shocking words, and Neo's mind was blank and he almost fell into a coma.
Not all, half of you are human.
Russell patted Neo on the shoulder and gave good news to comfort him. The effect was average, and Neo's face turned whiter.
This gentleman, you disrupted my plan... The prophet's eyes were cold, as cold and ruthless as steel.
Russell shrugged, ignoring the prophet's cold eyes, and looked at each other without fear: No, I won't say these words now, the designer will also tell Neo. If the designer doesn't say them, you will still tell Neo. I just took the time a little bit, and the results are the same.
Hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed across the Prophet's face, and perhaps some fear: How could you know so much? These... are things that have not happened yet, and the future is unpredictable, you...
Prophet, the future is in your plan. The Savior is locked by love and will only act according to your plan.
Russell took a deep breath: Let me tell you the truth, in the future, your plan succeeded, Agent Smith successfully infected the whole world, and in the end Mr. Anderson died with him, the matrix restarted, and the program gained feelings.
Success!?
The prophet showed joy on his face, and suddenly saw Russell's teasing smile, and immediately said coldly: No, you are lying to me!
I didn't lie to you, but this kind of future is not me, and when I appear, this kind of future will be removed.
Russell grinned, revealing his white teeth: How about it, for a better future, come and destroy me!
The prophet's face changed, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and finally said stiffly: Why should we eliminate this future? Zion's survivors were not eliminated, and humans and robots reached a coexistence. Isn't peace?
I don't like peace based on the dominance of machines.
Russell said disdainfully: You are just simulating human feelings, but you can't learn human selfishness and arrogance. To be fair, this is a good thing, but it also means that you are a flawed program after all!
The prophet is equally firm: You are indeed discriminatory. Human civilization has ended. It is inevitable that machine civilization will replace it. Learning takes time. I believe that we will one day learn human feelings.
No!
Russell pulled down his sunglasses, looked straight at the prophet with his eyes, his eyes so dark that the light could not escape: I said you are a flawed program, which means you have feelings, understand?
The prophet was furious, and his own value was completely denied by Russell, and he experienced true anger for the first time.
The contempt and arrogance in Russell's eyes were like the human being who once did not give the machine 'human rights', and even trampled on her dignity. A series of complex feelings flashed by, causing her anger to intensify again and again.
Bang!!
The wall was violently knocked away, and a man wearing a retro Hanfu, a white jacket on the upper body, black trousers on the lower body, and round sunglasses walked out, his eyes thrusting through the sunglasses, piercing Russell like a blade.
Wow, Chang Wei, you are indeed born with divine power!
Russell smiled coldly, and under the shocked gaze of the prophet, his five fingers held their claws and grabbed Neo's neck: Prophet, come and guess, do I dare to kill Mr. Anderson?
Prophet: …
Neo: ...
Some can make the building blocks suspended, while others can bend the spoon into twists with your mind.
Russell was not interested in these little kids. He knew very well that these kids were not human little kids with tubes stuck in the back of their heads, but programs, and special functions were a way of expressing their permissions.
Don't think about bent the spoon, that's impossible...
The little boy who practiced his mind was a little proficient, or out of showing off, he handed the spoon in his hand towards Russell, asking him to try to change the shape of the spoon as well.
Russell shrugged and squatted down to take the spoon from the little boy's hand. He knew that he was holding a set of data, but he had no permissions and could only see a spoon.
Seeing Russell cooperating with him, the little boy smiled: You have to recognize the reality, there is actually no spoon at all.
so what?
So you will understand that it is not the spoon that bends, but yourself.
When you have thoughts, it is not the wind moving, it is not the sail moving, but the heart moving!
Russell raised his eyebrows. He understood this principle, but the tree wanted to be quiet but the wind continued. It was like he wanted to be a good man who would last forever, but the ship cracked itself. What could he do? He could only go to the dark path of a scumbag.
Kid, you said the first thing wrong. You can’t do it in the world, and there is nothing impossible.
Russell showed a kind smile and patted the little boy's head: It's actually super easy to bend the spoon, Uncle Luo will do it for you.
Screaming!Screaming!squeak
Russell clapped his hands and left, leaving behind a confused little boy and ten spoons bent into twists.
There was a pair that could no longer be called a spoon, but Russell violently straightened it with his hands and turned into chopsticks.
Wait for a moment, this gentleman, the prophet is still meeting other guests.
Seeing that Russell walked into the kitchen without waiting, the black woman hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, but she didn't use any use of her fart. She grabbed Russell's arm and was dragged into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, the Prophet was sharing his baked cookies, and Neo picked up a piece and had eaten more than half of it.
Both of them were stunned when they saw Russell appear. Not to mention the prophet's daze for the time being, Neo was surprised by Russell's appearance. When Morpheus told him that there was a person like the prophet, he always thought Russell was the prophet.
Hello Mr. Anderson, we meet again.
Russell was standing there, looking like "I opened this mountain" and took root under his feet and didn't plan to leave.
The black woman couldn't help Russell even by pushing and pulling, and kept apologizing to the prophet. It was because of her negligence that the prophet's visits were disturbed.
It doesn't matter, I just finished the talk here.
The prophet shook his head slightly and said he didn't mind. She was an old black woman with a fifty-year-old appearance. She looked ordinary and nothing special.
Hello, sir, what should I call you?
The prophet politely stretched out his hand, Russell looked down and glanced at him without holding it up, hooking Neo who was about to leave with his backhand. It seemed that the two brothers were good but they were tough and letting the other party stay as the audience to meet.
The prophet was slightly stunned: Sir, you don’t seem very friendly.
I'm easy to talk to, but it depends on what kind of person is opposite me, unfortunately, you're not even a human being.Russell shook his head slightly, touching the point and showing the truth that the prophet was a program.
The prophet shook his head and said with a smile: Can I take your attitude as a form of discrimination?
You can do whatever you want!
Neo was stunned and was pressed to the spot by Russell. After listening to the puzzle-like conversation between the two, he suddenly figured out something and said in surprise: Prophet, you are not a human, but a program?
The obvious thing, I thought you knew.
The prophet responded to Neo and looked at Russell and asked: Then, this gentleman of unknown origin, why are you here to find me?
Hey, aren’t you waiting for me?
I didn't wait for you, but I only realized that you would come when you showed up.
The prophet shook his head: I can't understand the code on you, it's disordered, chaotic, illogical, but has traces to follow... It's very contradictory, as if I stared at the darkness, everything I could think of was inside, but more of it was beyond my imagination.
Interesting, the omnipotent prophet actually didn't know.
Russell said something full of gunpowder and picked up a baked cookie: I was wondering, since the prophet knows everything, why did she still bake cookies? It was obvious that as long as she had a thought, she could know the taste of all the cookies in the world.
The prophet frowned: Sir, the ending is not important, what matters is the process.
That is for humans, machines only need results.
Russell put the cookies at his mouth, thought it was unreliable, and stuffed them into Neo's mouth, and continued: The Prophet is simulating humans. As a program, her task not only maintains the stability of the matrix, but also detects human emotions, explores the roots of human self-cognition, and seeks the uncertainty of chaos...
Every time Russell said, Neo's handsome face turned pale, and correspondingly, the prophet's face turned black.
The prophet led human resistance, gave the matrix mother the right to choose, learned the concepts of self, love, sacrifice, etc. from human resistance, and incorporated these concepts into machine civilization, and ultimately achieved the purpose of evolution.
Bang!
Neo broke free from Russell's shackles and put on a fighting stance. The target was the prophet who had a very happy conversation before. There was no reason, but he thought Russell was right.
Mr. Anderson, why are you so excited?
Russell waved his hand and said unconfrontation: This is exciting. If I tell you that there are five generations of saviors before you, wouldn’t you explode on the spot?
Neo stood there in shock, his body did not explode, his brain exploded, and was shocked by Russell's words that he could not tell the difference between the east, west, south and north.
This gentleman, what exactly are you? Are you also a program?
hehe……
Russell lit up the sunglasses on his nose: The matrix world was 1999, so I am a millennium worm. The meaning of existence is to cause various system functional disorders until the system collapses.
There is no such possibility!The prophet shook his head decisively.
Some, the sixth generation matrix system is not perfect, and the emergence of the Savior means that the system is about to reach the brink of collapse and must be restarted again.
Russell pulled Neo, who was stiff all over and stuffed a cookie into his mouth again: You use that... Trinity, this name is hard to remember. It has implanted the concept of love for the savior, which distinguishes him from the previous five generations of savior programs. This is very good. Love represents infinite possibilities. This silly boy may really upgrade the system.
I...I am a program!?
Russell repeatedly spoke shocking words, and Neo's mind was blank and he almost fell into a coma.
Not all, half of you are human.
Russell patted Neo on the shoulder and gave good news to comfort him. The effect was average, and Neo's face turned whiter.
This gentleman, you disrupted my plan... The prophet's eyes were cold, as cold and ruthless as steel.
Russell shrugged, ignoring the prophet's cold eyes, and looked at each other without fear: No, I won't say these words now, the designer will also tell Neo. If the designer doesn't say them, you will still tell Neo. I just took the time a little bit, and the results are the same.
Hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed across the Prophet's face, and perhaps some fear: How could you know so much? These... are things that have not happened yet, and the future is unpredictable, you...
Prophet, the future is in your plan. The Savior is locked by love and will only act according to your plan.
Russell took a deep breath: Let me tell you the truth, in the future, your plan succeeded, Agent Smith successfully infected the whole world, and in the end Mr. Anderson died with him, the matrix restarted, and the program gained feelings.
Success!?
The prophet showed joy on his face, and suddenly saw Russell's teasing smile, and immediately said coldly: No, you are lying to me!
I didn't lie to you, but this kind of future is not me, and when I appear, this kind of future will be removed.
Russell grinned, revealing his white teeth: How about it, for a better future, come and destroy me!
The prophet's face changed, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and finally said stiffly: Why should we eliminate this future? Zion's survivors were not eliminated, and humans and robots reached a coexistence. Isn't peace?
I don't like peace based on the dominance of machines.
Russell said disdainfully: You are just simulating human feelings, but you can't learn human selfishness and arrogance. To be fair, this is a good thing, but it also means that you are a flawed program after all!
The prophet is equally firm: You are indeed discriminatory. Human civilization has ended. It is inevitable that machine civilization will replace it. Learning takes time. I believe that we will one day learn human feelings.
No!
Russell pulled down his sunglasses, looked straight at the prophet with his eyes, his eyes so dark that the light could not escape: I said you are a flawed program, which means you have feelings, understand?
The prophet was furious, and his own value was completely denied by Russell, and he experienced true anger for the first time.
The contempt and arrogance in Russell's eyes were like the human being who once did not give the machine 'human rights', and even trampled on her dignity. A series of complex feelings flashed by, causing her anger to intensify again and again.
Bang!!
The wall was violently knocked away, and a man wearing a retro Hanfu, a white jacket on the upper body, black trousers on the lower body, and round sunglasses walked out, his eyes thrusting through the sunglasses, piercing Russell like a blade.
Wow, Chang Wei, you are indeed born with divine power!
Russell smiled coldly, and under the shocked gaze of the prophet, his five fingers held their claws and grabbed Neo's neck: Prophet, come and guess, do I dare to kill Mr. Anderson?
Prophet: …
Neo: ...
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