NovelXXXChapter 718 After listening to Lizzy's story, Lincoln couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling that gripped him. For the first time, his usually sharp, hawk-like eyes seemed lost and bewildered. Lizzy stood by his side, waiting for his direction. But Lincoln, still wrapped up in his thoughts, just waved her off, saying, "You should go take a break." Lizzy was caught off guard by Lincoln's reaction. Quietly, she left the study, gently closing the door behind her. What she didn't see was the overwhelming shock washing over Lincoln's usually perceptive eyes.
After a long silence, Lincoln finally seemed to make up his mind. He picked up the phone and dialed an old friend.
"Lincoln! It's been ages!" the voice on the other end exclaimed. "I've been waiting forever to hear from you, and after you got better, you lefthanging. Anyway, what's got you calling?" Lincoln was still reeling from the shock, his voice quivering with excitement. "Charlie, I remember you were a big deal in artificial intelligence. I need your help with something." "Oh, the great mathematician has questions?" Lincoln chuckled softly. "I think I've got a piece of the puzzle, but I need to hear it from you. You're the expert here." "Well, since you're puttingon such a pedestal, I'll give it my best shot. So, what's the big mystery?" "The robot you designed-can it think for itself, feel emotions, and act independently?" Charlie laughed, but he knew how crucial his answer was. "Lincoln, a robot is just a bunch of code. Everything it does is programmed by someone. Its actions are just a reflection of the programmer's intentions." Lincoln had anticipated this answer, but he sighed and pressed on. "Charlie, I've been out of the loop for over twenty years. How far has the field of robotics come?" "The progress has been pretty rapid." "Are they really like humans now, feeding and dressing themselves, showing likes and dislikes?" Charlie was taken aback by the question. Lincoln, where have you seen these super-intelligent robots? Honestly, even the best we've got can only imitate human habits. They can't actually pass as humans." Lincoln paused, then confessed, "My daughter had a robot once. I heard it had skin, like porcelain, an IQ over 200, and could sense her likes catering to her every whim. She was completely captivated by it." "Really?" "Do you think I'd lie to you while I'm this stressed out?" "I find it hard to believe." Lincoln said, “I didn't believe it either. But everyone who saw it said it was perfect beyond imagination." I am."
"If that's true, I'd love to meet the genius who made made it They be more е skilled than Lincoln hesitated for a moment .
before voicing his suspicion. "You said before that all a robot's om emotions are controlled by its creator. Is that right?" "Exactly."
Lincoln's phone slipped from his hand, crashing to the floor. The m content is on novelenglish.net!
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