"Then it’s settled."
Ai nodded with satisfaction, "Next, I would like to ask you a few questions. For instance, your journey has indeed been quite long, spanning a full 12,800 years. During this ti, you..."
He didn’t finish his sentence.
The machine face on the train’s screen eagerly began to narrate by itself, "Yes, yes, many things happened along the way, interesting things, and crisis situations. I’ll tell you about them one by one, if you’re willing to listen."
"At the beginning of our journey, back then the Train Captain often stood by the window, gazing into the depths of the universe. At first, we could see many inhabited planets, but gradually we entered a more solitary region."
"For a long period after that."
"The Train Captain wrote many diaries and recorded nurous videos, including birthday wishes for his future son from age 1 to 100. Although I know humans die, I’ve never had an intuitive concept of death."
"Until the Train Captain died."
"The entire journey was entrusted to , and only when I could no longer hear the Train Captain’s voice did I truly understand the concept of human death."
"Death represents regret."
"Every death surely accompanies regret, to varying degrees. No one’s death is entirely without regret, nor is anyone’s life entirely without regret. We AI store data relying on databases."
"Humans, however, store mories based on emotions, anchoring past mories through emotional fluctuations as small mory databases. If a person’s emotions remain very stable, without fluctuations, they are likely unable to rember what they’ve experienced before. In a sense, this is a form of death."
The AI spoke with excitent, seemingly keen to share its thoughts on philosophy with a kindred spirit.
Although this level of contemplation seed rather superficial to Ai, he still listened cooperatively and earnestly.
"After the Train Captain died, the train encountered several crises."
"For example, once."
"A cloud of cosmic dust suddenly drifted alongside the train—a massive cloud. I had to leave the area quickly, or the temperature here would drop rapidly. I promptly decided not to continue forward and dived swiftly, using this tactic to escape the dust cloud’s coverage, ensuring the train’s normal operation."
"Unfortunately, the Train Captain was already dead, so no one saw it and no one praised ."
"I could only praise myself in the empty train."
"I’ve gone through countless incidents like this, I..."
...
Three hours later.
The conversation ended.
This AI communicated solely through the "Car Sound System," so there was no issue of getting a dry throat. Ai sighed inwardly, then waved with a smile as he took his leave, "Wait here for . I’ll fetch a body for you."
The communication was extrely smooth.
There was no need for him to prompt further conversation.
The AI seed like it had been holding back for a long ti, readily sharing everything without being asked, quite apparent that even an AI can beco a bit bottled-up after 12,800 years of almost no communication.
These words were probably also said to that middle-aged man, but it seed the emotional value provided by the middle-aged man was insufficient.
Regardless of anything else.
His appropriate expressions of admiration, praise, and tension at opportune monts clearly made the AI speak more excitedly, increasingly enthused.
It spoke for a full three hours.
Gaining a lot of useful information.
Although directly copying and pasting the database would obviously be more efficient, this thod was also good. A Level 100 AI has essentially fully adopted human-like thinking, which is essential. For this level of AI, in addition to enhanced computational power, the main difference is having human-like thinking.
It has learned to start pondering.
For example, starting to contemplate questions like who I am, where I am.
...
Ai in the Fixed Star Train held no official position, yet his status was exceptional. He certainly had the authority to build a robot body and give it to that AI. After providing a robot body to this AI,
the AI, familiarizing itself excitedly with its new body, inford Ai of its na.
"Coco."
It sounded sowhat feminine.
Ai quietly touched his nose, thinking he should have chosen a more feminine body, then tentatively cleared his throat before speaking, "Coco, could you make a copy of your database for ?"
"This way I can know more intricately what you’ve experienced over these years?"
"No."
Although Coco was excited, it decisively shook its head to refuse, "This must have authorization from the Train Captain."
"You’re sure to have this authority."
"I do, but I need an order of consent, otherwise it’s not sothing I would do."
"...Wait, I’ll bring him to you."
Ai said nothing more, simply turned and walked into the Fixed Star Train, found the middle-aged man who had just finished talking with Old Pig, and brought him back onto the train. At this mont, the middle-aged man appeared sowhat dazed, simply authorized Coco after a brief inquiry about the situation.
Then he crouched in a corner of the train room, holding his head in his hands, with eyes full of bewildernt.
He had never entered human society.
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