??Chapter 541: 540. Choose to believe in hope_1
Chapter 541: 540. Choose to believe in hope_1
“Regretted it.”
Yang Yiwu looked at the screen on his laptop, feeling so regret for showing this movie to the students.
It was a case of life imitating art: people suffering in the movie, people suffering outside the movie, super-sized suffering, so to speak.
Volcanic eruptions, tsunamis spreading, typhoons passing, watching the opening scenes, although Yang Yiwu thought the special effects were indeed impressive, wasn’t the plot a bit too tragic?
During his university days, Yang Yiwu had seen disaster-thed movies depicting sinking ships, the Statue of Liberty frozen, Yellowstone Park’s volcano erupting, but never all at once.
He was a bit worried that these images might affect the students’ ntal health.
Yet, turning his head, Yang Yiwu
found the children with their eyes wide, engrossed in the movie, even more focused than when in class.
He had nothing to say.
In the movie, after several disasters occurred, people began to gather global strength to research the causes. There was no detailed research process because the geological movents were too complex; they could only conclude that even larger disasters might be coming.
Then, the perspective shifted to a cluttered office filled with docunts and materials, where a man woke up to the sound of a ringing phone. He picked it up, instantly declined a rchandise sales pitch, but soon, the voice on the phone made his sleepy eyes rapidly widen.
“What? Now? Teacher, you’re not joking?”
The man glanced out the window and noticed a black luxury sedan already parked below.
Gathering his belongings, the man got into the car. The person sitting in the passenger seat was his teacher, and en route, Yang Yiwu learned the man’s na and about his research topic: the connection between human consciousness and robot consciousness.
“You said my research had no practical value, so, why think of
now?”
The man still had a flippant deanor.
“If you only want to use machinery to resurrect your daughter, of course, that’s worthless. We need you to delve into deeper matters.”
The teacher murmured.
The man’s expression froze, mories unfolded—the images of him holding his daughter who died in an accident, and the flashbacks of building artificial intelligence based on his daughter’s brain.
Yang Yiwu, who hadn’t seen the trailer before, didn’t know that the daughter appearing in the man’s mory was Lin in the ecological park.
Having reached his destination in the deep mountains, the man took a plane.
The students envied the plane, and Yang Yiwu smiled slightly. Which boy hadn’t dreamt of planes as a child?
Along the way, various explanations helped Yang Yiwu understand that the man had been summoned to respond to the previous disasters. They would be a group of elite scientists and scholars researching to save the world.
The plane landed in a city whose roofs were solar panels, with robots sweeping the streets—a cutting-edge high-tech appearance. It was said to have once been a demonstration real estate project for a company, but now it had been taken over by a joint committee of several countries and turned into a place for these researchers and engineers to live.
The man was assigned housing, followed others to the nearby industrial park, and several characters made their appearances.
With the research footage switching, Yang Yiwu roughly knew that so were astronors researching wormholes that appeared in deserts, so were biologists and dical scientists researching biological mutations, and others were scholars like him in robotics and artificial intelligence.
It seed that humanity had already begun to prepare to combat the disasters.
The storm outside seed to have intensified. Yang Yiwu glanced at the window, which was being pelted fiercely, checked for any damage, and looked into the distance. The streetlights had disappeared, and it was pitch black, just the storm raging, as if he were in a post-Doomsday world.
Sitting back down, the man also finished his first day’s eting and work distribution and returned to his residence before going out to eat.
It was a bustling comrcial street, with robots playing the piano, and people from all over the world gathering here, facing a global disaster.
The TV in the noodle shop continued to show the disasters unfolding. An earthquake swept through an Island Country, the entire island trembling and sinking into the ocean—it was chilling.
The man next to him, a researcher, praised the noodles, saying they were just like the ones he had at ho. The man was curious and asked why he could be so relaxed in such a hopeless situation.
“We’ve gathered the world’s strength here. We are the hope of the entire world. If we don’t choose to believe in hope, then there’s definitely no saving this world,”
the other replied, then finished his noodle soup, paid, and left.
The man walked down the street and ca across a botanical garden, which he entered. The garden was filled with chanical animals, the pinnacle of artificial intelligence technology.
Suddenly, the man thought about whether his daughter could stay here. He approached the committee’s responsible person, and although they felt it was futile for saving the world, they couldn’t stand against the man’s insistence and transported his “daughter,” the robot, to the botanical garden.
The man programd so data into his “daughter,” making her act as a guide in the ecological park. To him, the scenes of her playing with the animal machines felt as though his own daughter had co back to life.
However, the man knew all too well it was only a machine, one that mimicked his daughter’s every move to the greatest extent possible.
Nevertheless, everyone liked the girl very much. Visiting the ecological park to relax had beco a daily lesson for many researchers, and the man’s research continued.
Seeing this made Yang Yiwu feel touched. Back when he was at the university, he also loved to go to the campus square in the evening, sitting on a bench listening to the songs from the broadcast, watching people co and go.
That was how he rested his mind.
Everyone gets tired sotis, and being able to relax at that mont is more refreshing than anything.
It seed to get even colder. The students huddled together to keep warm, much like the humans in the movies.
Yang Yiwu suddenly felt that humans like these could overco any difficulty, withstand any calamity.
“Cold?”
he asked a student beside him.
“No,”
the student shook their head, while burrowing their neck deeper into their blanket.
The charcoal fire cracked as sparks flew. The movie screen showed the vast expanse of space and a giant eye of a storm forming over the ocean. The cara slowly moved towards the tempest, piercing through the clouds with flashes of lightning, arriving above the sea churned by torrential rain and rolling waves, where a large ship was bucking. In a mont, the ship capsized, its lights dimming slowly as it sank into the depths.
The shot rose above, back to the surface where people were struggling, their cries incessant.
Suddenly, the storm around seed to cease, as if the storm had passed.
But before the people could cheer, a spread of white crept over the sea.
This was within the eye of the storm, the coldest part.
The temperature here even dropped below freezing, and snowflakes began to fall on the ocean’s surface.
In an instant, the floating and sinking people were frozen, their facial expressions immobilized.
One mother with a child, realizing the situation, desperately swam outward, trying to reach the raging storm.
But she couldn’t swim past the typhoon, freezing on the water’s surface. When she saw she couldn’t escape, the mother pushed her child hard, trying to get them onto the still-thawed sea surface.
Even so, her efforts were futile. In the mont the child looked back, their body and expression were already fixed, becoming an ice sculpture.
Watching the scenes in the movie, Yang Yiwu felt even colder.
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