: Will the bionic Lu Zhengkang dream of electronic Su Xiangli?

3077 AD.
Currymark.
Lu Zhengkang was lying on the hospital bed. He stared at the clock on the opposite wall. There are 42 hours a day in this "world". It is ten o'clock in the morning, and the imitation star ring rises from the horizon.
Today he will undergo the last operation to replace the mechanical parts of his body with biological materials. After completing this step, he will be a complete human, and he will age to death within three days.
The secretary came and knocked on the door.
"Please come in."
The door opened, and the secretary led the most famous contemporary editor in.
Their beautiful mechanical legs walked on the floor without making any sound. Lu Zhengkang stared at these alloy limbs wrapped in polymer skin, then turned to look at his pale feet, soft and plump. , With dark yellow dead skin.
The editorialist stretched out his hand, and Lu Zhengkang shook hands with her, her palms were very strong.
"It is my honor to see you." The editorialist said heartily.
"It's also my honor to see you, please sit down." Lu Zhengkang pointed to the small sofa next to the bed, "What would you like to drink? Tea or wine?"
The editorialist shook his head, "Sorry, I can't eat recently, I just changed my digestive system...you understand."
Luzheng Kangnena couldn't say anything to deal with, but just nodded, "This, that's good, let's start."
The editorialist’s electronic eyes showed excitement,
May I ask you, as the greatest art creator in the past ten centuries, the first in history, from a complete machine to a human bionic, what prompted you to go? Until today?"
Lu Zhengkang stared at the ceiling for a long time, until the editorialist let out a deep, impatient breath, and then replied: "It's for my love."
"So the rumors on the Internet are true. Are you really married to the great scientist Su Xiangli?" The editorialist had downloaded all the information and analysis articles about Lu Zhengkang's life before coming. She was not asking. She just wanted to use her own tone to really confirm some of the statements. This is a conclusion and history.
"Yes, not many people came at the wedding." Lu Zhengkang nodded.
"Have you got a marriage certificate?"
"At that time, the law did not allow it, so I didn't get it."
"Do you remember when the wedding was?"
"July 4, 2099 is also her birthday." Lu Zhengkang swallowed a mouthful of viscous saliva.
"That is before the Fourth World War." The editorialists wanted to have some recording medium in their hands, so that they could transcribe every sentence and every word of the artist in front of them, although inefficient, But there is a sense of ritual.
Lu Zhengkang looked sideways out of the window. Outside the ecosphere, there was a deep space. There was no atmosphere in the Coronmark, and the star-like ring was fixed on the outer layer of the ecosphere and circulated on time.
The editorialist also followed Lu Zhengkang’s gaze to the outside world,
As a work of your mature style, Coronmark has changed the entire rocky planet from a sphere to a flat land according to the Mercator projection method. It is really an amazing spectacle. You Have you ever thought about who will inherit your art tools?"
Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "Leave it to the Federation."
"Including the dominance of the five thousand seven hundred and thirty-three planets under your name?"
"I left a game for latecomers. If you want my wealth, you can go to the game to get clues." Lu Zhengkang's eyes were full of smiles.
The editorialist looked at the person in front of him, "Does this have any meaning?"
"There is no moral."
"and so……"
"There is no reason." Lu Zhengkang looked at the editorialist, "There is no reason. Although you are more than 400 years old, you still lack a lot of human emotions."
The editorialist showed a satisfied look, "This proves that my formal existence has been separated from the low-level."
"But it is also a chasm. When humans began to transform their bodies on a large scale, my love was inexplicably called a pioneer of intelligent people, but until she died, her body was still made up of human flesh and blood, and only you, through The technology she left behind constantly transforms herself into machinery. Do you think this is evolution?"
"With all due respect, flesh and blood are suffering and weak. Many diseases, hunger, plagues, and deaths in ancient times are due to the shortcomings of flesh and blood itself..." The editorialist narrated the theory of the destiny of intelligent people.
"Okay," Lu Zhengkang waved his hand. "When the Destiny Theory was first proposed, you were not born, and even the fertilized eggs that made up you might not exist, and I have witnessed that era. This is not the result of evolution, but, Human beings lost to bionics, so they sought power from machines. The Fourth World War made all previous efforts in vain. This is the truth of Destiny. This is assimilation. What determines the existence of consciousness between humans and AI? Maybe someone could explain it clearly before, but until now, no one can understand it and dare not explain it. You are the ones who have been transformed and succumbed, but immortality is a coffin board."
The editorialist was not convinced, but she maintained a tough posture.
Lu Zhengkang closed his eyes, "She said, let me finish my best work before allowing me to find her. It is not knowledge, not technology, but thought that weed out our generation. Can’t communicate. Just when I was a low-level, I was just a rudimentary robot. She was constantly transforming and upgrading me, and even the tools I used to create, the planet-changing factories, were also designed by her. I continued to paint, from I don’t focus on people, only natural scenes. People are only embellishments, no different from the brushstrokes of a cloud. Until now, I have to really complete my work. A portrait of a person is done with my body."
Editorial: "Do you want to express your political aspirations?"
"Please leave. The most famous editor in the Federation, the higher the body, the lower the soul. We have nothing to say."
The secretary asked the editorialist to leave, and Lu Zhengkang began a long sleep.
In his sleep, he was pushed into the operating room, transforming the last piece of machinery, the brain, into a biological structure.
After the operation, he still did not wake up.
The dream is so long and warm.
...
In those years, when Su Xiangli needed money to turn around, the mechanical deer could sell his works.
Its paintings themselves can hardly be regarded as a major artistic breakthrough. At best, they have a subtle sense of inconsistency brought about by an intelligent device when imitating human aesthetics, but it has enough topical interest.
The first bionic person to carry human consciousness.
If there is a topic, there will be a selling point. So soon, the works of the mechanical deer were fired to sky-high prices, and Su Xiangli also had the capital to start the company.
That year was the third year after their marriage.
What Su Xiangli pursued all his life was the technology of transforming mechanical bodies into biological bodies. However, this path promoted the development of mechanical transplantation. In the subsequent outbreak of the Fourth World War, Su Xiangli was known as the pioneer of "smart man". She is often given various titles by interested people. There are too many such things, and she doesn't care about it.
With biotechnology, she lived for more than five hundred and sixty years until her gene collapsed completely.
Following the will, she was buried next to Lu Zhengkang's cemetery. At that time, there was already a mechanical deer with flesh and blood, and he completed this step by himself. It stared at that person's tombstone and asked in a low voice: "Are you me?"
No one can answer.
...
The mechanical deer's body is wearing a straight Chinese tunic. Today is July 4, 2099, at 8 o'clock in the morning, Su Xiangli took it to apply for a marriage certificate, but was told that the marriage law does not apply to her and the mechanical deer Circumstance, so it is impossible to apply for a permit.
At noon, the invited relatives and friends of both parties came to the wedding. Five people from the Su family, seven from the Lu family, and more than 20 classmates.
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Su Xiangli led the mechanical deer to toast in front of the guests at each table.
Her drinking posture is very chic, one cup after another, everyone just looks at her and doesn't talk to the mechanical deer.
In the middle of the wedding, reporters broke in, and the embarrassing wedding banquet immediately broke up.
Su Xiangli was pulling the mechanical deer. She was wearing a red wedding dress and ran into the street. One of the shoes was missing, so the mechanical deer carried her on his back.
Keep going forward.
Passing through the huge city, running wildly in the agricultural area.
They were going to a hillside full of flowers and shouting at the stars. They really found a tulip field with very good benefits. An iron-skinned scarecrow made by a farmer stood on the ridge, and crows and sparrows jumped on top of the little robot.
Su Xiangli looked at the boundless stars, tears streaming down non-stop.
"Lu Zhengkang, do you know? Actually, I feel that I am really lucky to be here today. Being able to marry you is the greatest happiness of my life. They always say that my name is not good, Xianghe Lidu It’s a bad sign, but I’ve never felt like that. As long as I live for you one day in my life, it’s already a grace from heaven."
The mechanical deer only said at the time: Don't cry.
The heart of steel does not hurt.
...
What can span time.
When Lu Zhengkang saw the dream slowly falling into the darkness, he knew that he was going to die.
The darkness is like a clear sea.
On the sea level, a golden mountain showed a handsome silhouette.
He trudged from the sea to the hillside, which was full of epiphanies.
Deep in the cluster, Su Xiangli, wearing a red wedding dress, opened his arms to him.
"Susu, I'm here."
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