Jiang Manrong gently stroked her head and said with a smile, "Silly child, haven't we said that we won't become virtual life forms."
She and He Qihang both believed that such a virtual life would not be them, but rather an artificial intelligence with their memories.
Yet some people believe that as long as the memory is the same and the thought pattern is identical, even if the form of life changes, the essence remains unchanged.
This issue has been endlessly debated, and He Xingzhou personally believes that as long as his memories and thoughts do not change, even if he becomes a robot, he is still himself.
But his parents did not see it that way. They believed that such a "me" is not "me", and He Xingzhou's repeated persuasion was of no use.
"Alright, alright, aren't we doing just fine now?" He Qihang comforted.
As He Xingzhou was about to speak, He Qihang said first, "You're still trying to persuade us? Don't bother! We've both made up our minds."
