"Star Spirit, how long has it been?" This was the first question Chen Feng asked.
"It's been ten years, three months, twenty-five days, thirteen hours, and thirty-six minutes since before you went to sleep." The Star Spirit gave an extremely precise response.
But Chen Feng's attention was all on the first number.
Ten years.
For him, it was just the blink of an eye.
He exhaled slowly, and the self-check light screen had already popped up in front of him. Over the past ten years, his body hadn't had any issues, as he was already modified, and he didn't even need to adapt.
"What's the directive?" he asked again.
"Assemble." The Star Spirit's voice was very cold.
In fact, the personality and voice of each person's personal Star Spirit could be adjusted, and most people's Star Spirits even had exclusive names.
However, Chen Feng, like most people who followed Shen Shi, inherited Shen Shi's view on AI.
An AI without a true self is just a tool.
