"Those who have been implanted with puppet circuits, won't they realize that their emotions are being controlled?"
After leaving the interrogation room, Jiang Zhou and Booker walked side by side in the corridor.
Even after knowing the function of the "puppet circuit", Booker was still full of confusion.
"According to the instructions, this thing can only roughly affect emotions, right? It cannot fabricate thoughts or implant a memory into other people's minds. But Shi Lu Ren said; and in fact, once it is implanted with a puppet circuit, The assistant pilot, those people have completely turned into puppets in his hands, and they are completely unaware of it. But it just simply affects their emotions, how can they..."
"Just affecting the mood is enough."
Jiang Zhou replied.
After saying that, he sighed slightly in his heart.
As a top scholar in cognitive science a hundred years ago, Jiang Zhou spent the first half of his life trying to construct human mental models and completely digitize them to achieve immortality in self-awareness.
In the end, he achieved a result that cannot be completely called a failure.
Therefore, he has some say in the issue of self-awareness.
Even in this era a hundred years later.
"On a date, just order a cup of warm hot tea to the girl opposite you. When she picks it up and feels the temperature, she will have a 'warm' impression of you, which will lead to a certain degree of liking for you."
Jiang Zhou said this.
Booker turned his head and looked at Jiang Zhou, his eyes full of doubts. He didn't understand why he suddenly mentioned this.
"Most of the time, human self-awareness explains one's own behavior rather than controlling it. After cutting off the corpus callosum that connects the left and right brains of a person, if his left brain sees chicken feet and the right brain sees Snow scene. Then ask him to choose something related to the picture he just saw from a series of pictures. His right hand will choose the chicken, and his left hand will choose the shovel for shoveling snow.
"If you ask him why he chose this way, he will answer that the shovel can be used to clean the chicken coop - this is because the language center is in the left brain, and the left brain does not see the snow scene. Therefore, the left brain will use it on the basis of his cognition Make up a logical explanation. Even if you have no idea what your right brain is doing, you can still make up a reason to convince yourself.”
Jiang Zhou continued to explain.
“We are hard-wired to rationalize our behavior, and behavior, most of the time, is actually determined by those neurotransmitters and those hormones.
"Of course, you can also call them emotions."
Finally, he concluded.
He was actually sorting out his thoughts when he said this, and when he said this, Jiang Zhou already had a feeling of fear in his heart about the thing called the "puppet circuit".
Although looking at the introduction, its ability is extremely tempting - the ability to control one's own and other people's emotions at will. But from his professional point of view, this thing is a hundred times more terrifying than a drug addict.
Although the puppet circuit cannot be adjusted very precisely, in the final analysis, it only has the authority to modify the level 2 in depth.
If one digs and salvages deeper into the Abyss Dark Web, there is a high probability that there will be modification authority that can operate more precisely.
Designing your own reward circuits and editing your own emotional feedback at will is enough to make everything in the real world lose its original meaning.
If used properly, this thing can transform all the suffering in reality into real joy for me.
It allows everyone to think that they are the king of the infinite universe even if they are huddled in a nutshell.
It can make people truly fall in love with those cruel rulers, and make them willingly climb onto the ruler's dinner plate in reverence. Even if they are eaten alive, they will feel that they are the happiest people in the world.
Moreover, they will be very, very clear about what they are doing.
That would be the most beautiful but also the most desperate ultimate utopia.
The real world, whether it was a hundred years ago or now, is a world full of suffering, and Jiang Zhou himself does not intend to praise those sufferings.
But if he had to choose between sobriety and happiness, he would always be sober.
No matter why, the only value of sobriety is sobriety itself.
No matter what, he would never let anyone install that "puppet circuit" on him.
After Jiang Zhou said this, Booker stared at Liao Qi for a long time, and then he slowly said:
"So...these things you just talked about are also the experience of the low-income people on the street?"
Jiang Zhou realized that he seemed to be talking too much and immediately shrugged his shoulders pretending not to care:
"It's a good rule of thumb to remember to order a cup of hot tea for the girl you're dating."
He paused, then continued:
"The others are things I learned in the talent incubation center run by the company."
There are a few things that have not yet been returned to the teacher.
Jiang Zhou explained this.
At this moment they had gone down to the underground garage.
I don't know if Booker believed Jiang Zhou's words, but anyway he walked to the car in the parking space, and the door automatically opened upon sensing his arrival.
Booker, who sat in the cab, pursed his lips and then said:
"This vehicle is equipped with a Silent Realm Generator."
As he spoke, he pressed something on the instrument panel, and the AR enhancement system in Jiang Zhou's sight immediately displayed "no signal."
"Do you want to talk about the 'paradox'?"
Jiang Zhou panicked for a moment, then realized what the other party wanted to do, and immediately calmed down again.
After all, they had never had the opportunity to be alone like this before.
"To be honest, I didn't know you were so smart before."
Booker said with a smile, and then he sighed and said:
"I want to know what your views are on the existence called 'paradox'? I want to hear your true views."
Real opinion?
Then it should be: an unlucky guy from a hundred years ago, who can still live for more than twenty days now, but whose consciousness is trapped in the abyss and dark web, and he doesn't know if he can live until tomorrow.
"It's mysterious."
Jiang Zhou answered seriously.
Seeing that the other party was still staring at him, he continued:
"And, maybe very powerful?"
"perhaps?"
Booker laughed bitterly when he heard this, then shook his head and said:
"You are still a little too optimistic, but maybe this is young people..."
Before Jiang Zhou could say anything, the other party lowered his voice as if he was afraid Paradox would eavesdrop on him in the car, and then said in an extremely serious tone:
"Let me tell you some information obtained by the intelligence team. About twelve hours ago, Pluto Deep Diving Company's intelligent control factories in Luxor and Salt Lake resettlement areas were shut down for unknown reasons. There is still no news at all. The video of the car accident of their next-generation flagship product, the auxiliary anti-gravity engine sedan, went viral on the World Wide Web; and the company's stock market fell to the limit...
"Legendary mercenary king, Zero Sum announced the confiscation of all properties of Pluto Deep Diving in 'Zero Sum City'; and Neptune Transportation also sent two more floating islands to East Africa, where Pluto used to be. In Pluto Deep Diving's territory... at least more than fifty abnormal changes like this have occurred, and if you now open the World Wide Web and search for 'Pluto Deep Diving' as a keyword, all the headlines are about their company's recent great achievements. And any attempt to talk about Pluto in a public space will get your private messages flooded with chatbots.”
Having said this, Booker straightened up slightly, looked directly into the other person's eyes and said:
"So if you're smart, you won't forget where we were just twelve hours ago, right?"
When Jiang Zhou heard this, he was slightly stunned.
Is it so exaggerated?
