"Is this for real?"
The next day, a group of people were taken to the laboratory. On the huge screen, under the interface of the supercomputer, in the world they had created over five years, a three-year-old child was living a life just like in the TV series, served by a group of beautiful maids.
"Wow, if this were true, it would sound pretty cool."
"It's just for fun; I can't live Heavenly Capital without my phone."
"What's so great about cell phones? To watch female anchors with eight layers of filters and makeup? Look at the maids around our CEO Pu, which one of them is worse than today's top anchors? They're not inferior to celebrities."
"You're only thinking about women."
"Better than thinking of a two-dimensional character."
"Aren't those just two-dimensional characters?"
A group of people watched the screen, chattering excitedly.
"But... is this really true?" Ziyue was the first to interrupt everyone's meaningless envious discussion, coldly asking, "A person suffering from a terminal illness, as long as they use a brain-computer interface to transfer their memories, can achieve eternal existence in another space? How can we be sure that he is Pu Yunchuan, and not some intelligent pet you created?"
"He possesses all of Pu Yunchuan's memories and habits," the introducer said with a smile. "You've also experienced the brain-computer interface game. Whether the data lifeform is you is actually quite easy to prove, because Pu Yunchuan's body isn't dead!"
"Oh?" Everyone was stunned, even Ziyue was taken aback. She thought that Pu Yunchuan had already passed away from his terminal illness. After all, judging by the timeline, he should have died by now, given that he had been suffering from late-stage esophageal cancer for so long.
"Because Mr. Pu Yunchuan is currently the only person who has successfully completed the experiment, the investors are naturally worried about the questions you raised. Is the data you uploaded just a jumble of data, or does it really represent them? They need to clarify this point, because the funds required for the next experiment will be several times greater."
" The Laoda isn't dead yet? Then... what's on the computer now?"
Everyone swallowed hard. When they first heard about data life, most of them didn't really take it seriously. That thing was still too much science fiction. Those who were willing to believe in it were mostly wealthy people who didn't really want to die.
For them, all they really wanted was to find a better job.
There's no way around it, the programmer profession is too competitive. Many of them are already in their thirties, nearing the age where they'll be laid off. Of course, they need to find a decent job in these last few years. They don't necessarily need to earn enough to achieve financial freedom, but at least enough to buy a house back in their hometown, right?
These kinds of big research projects that big investors are willing to invest in are highly sought after. If you can get in, the monthly salary is conservatively over 40,000 RMB, and you can make your money back if you stick with it for a few years.
But no one expected that this so-called laboratory wasn't just empty promises to its investors, but actually a real project?
"Your Laoda is on the computer, and your Laoda is also temporarily frozen in the freezer." As he spoke, the person in charge opened a sealed basement, and everyone was surprised to see that in a seemingly state-of-the-art freezer, there really was Pu Yunchuan's body lying there.
Although Pu Yunchuan is in a terrible state due to chemotherapy, everyone can still recognize him; it's Pu Yunchuan in there!
"This is the latest hibernation chamber. The human body only needs the minimum amount of glucose to maintain its lifeline, and cancer cells will not spread rapidly inside. If nothing unexpected happens, it can last for another year."
"Uh..." Everyone swallowed hard again, looking at the sleeping Pu Yunchuan and then at the chubby Xiaopang on the computer screen, who was enjoying himself with the maids. Their expressions were strange.
"You mean to say that Pu Yunchuan's consciousness is in the game, while his body remains alive?" Ziyue frowned. "How do you plan to prove that?"
"Let him return!" the person in charge said firmly.
"Huh?" A group of people opened their mouths, as if they were listening to a science fiction story.
"Data life is a complete structure, and this structure can naturally be contained in any container, such as a data hard drive or the human body. Let the data return to Pu Yunchuan's body, let Pu Yunchuan wake up, and then as long as he can remember the things in the game, wouldn't that prove that the data life is himself?"
Everyone looked at each other, as if to say, "That makes sense."
"Can you do it?" Wen Shanshan couldn't help but ask.
"That's why we invited you here," the person in charge said sternly.
"Us?" Everyone was stunned. Wasn't that giving them far too much credit?
They're basically just a bunch of game developers; they know absolutely nothing about scientific research and think everyone here has to start as an intern.
Ziyue laughed and said, "I knew it. Logically speaking, San Francisco doesn't lack programmers, especially those with research project experience. Why go to the trouble of hiring a bunch of foreign game developers, having to help them with work visas, and all sorts of other hassles? It doesn't make sense. Did you bring us here to be your test subjects?"
Everyone: "!!"
"Huh?" Wen Shanshan was the first to exclaim, "I'm not doing that!"
"Damn it, I thought they were here to find a job, but it turns out they're doing human experiments? Am I crazy? Don't do anything reckless, we're registered at the diplomatic mission, so many people disappearing at once is no joke."
"Exactly, don't think you can do whatever you want here. There are over thirty of us; if we all go missing, it would be a major diplomatic incident. Don't think this is Southeast Asia."
"Everyone," the person in charge smiled helplessly, gesturing to reassure the crowd, "Don't be nervous. We are a legitimate organization, and although this isn't the city center, it's a legitimate university research institute. How could we possibly force people to do experiments? It's election time now; for a Chinese organization like ours to do something like this at this time would be suicidal."
"You know that much!" one of the young men snorted.
Ziyue glanced at the other person, her expression slightly strange. The man was standing very close to Wen Shanshan. She knew him, although she couldn't remember his name clearly. This guy had always secretly admired her, and later the two of them had this connection, but the outcome wasn't good.
Yes, this guy is the husband whose heart and liver were eaten by A Li, and the third-ranked scholar in Chen Qing's year of the imperial examination: Cui Yan!
"Ladies and gentlemen, please calm down. We won't do anything reckless. Such human experiments naturally require your permission, video verification, and signatures from a notary in the presence of a witness."
"Who the hell signed this?" A group of people immediately erupted in a commotion. "Reimburse our plane tickets, we want to go home!"
"Aren't you all going to listen to the price first?"
"I wouldn't take any amount of money. You have to be alive to spend money. We're here to make money, not to risk our lives."
"Our technology is already quite mature, and we also have the example of Pu Yunchuan."
"Mature my foot! If they really wanted to be mature, they'd use Laoda Pu as an example to show those big spenders. Why are they coming to us? Isn't it because they're not confident?"
Many people aren't stupid; they can see what's going on at a glance.
"One hundred million!"
"Um?"
"I said, one hundred million!" the person in charge said seriously. "One hundred million US dollars. As soon as you sign, it will be transferred to your account immediately. If the experiment is successful, there will be even more rewards!"
Everyone: "."