Lu Xianchen's mind was actually a little confused. The only clear thought was that he couldn't let the little emperor die like this.
Looking at the system's obstructive attitude, Lu Xianchen suddenly realized something: "Why do you always say that the little emperor should be stupid? You mean, it is easier for him to control the plot if he is stupid, so you had no intention of making the little emperor good in the first place. stand up?"
The system circled in the air: "As Dr. Fu said, the damage caused by a long-term high fever to the human body is irreversible. It is not that there will be an antidote later, and you can be resurrected with full blood after just feeding it. Different people have different opinions on drugs. There are also different adaptive systems. In reality, developed Western medicine has made exceptions - the little emperor took the antidote but was still stupid in the end, which makes sense."
"It's your sister!" Lu Xianchen was angry, "You didn't intend for me to cure Amo from the beginning. You asked me to go to Fu Chengze for medicine just to delay time?"
The system said sternly: "The little emperor is not stupid, many subsequent plots will not be able to proceed..."
"I said big changes!" Lu Xianchen said angrily.
"But then we will not be able to guarantee the progress of the plot." The system said, "Characters with real emotions are variables that I cannot control."
Lu Xianchen was about to get angry, but suddenly smiled: "I understand, your system can control all settings in this world, but it can't control people's hearts, right? You can modify people's memories, but you can't forcefully change someone. consciousness, so I need my participation and assistance as a human being.”
She coughed and said, "As an emotional human being, I am here to help you control your real human emotions!"
"This is for plot considerations and more realistic character considerations." The system's voice became more and more mechanical.
Lu Xianchen seemed to have a profound realization at that moment: "Let me tell you, your system is so powerful, why can't you change the plot on your own and insist on dragging me in? I thought it was a punishment for me, but it turned out to be There are some things you can't do on your own, and you have to rely on a real human being."
"Host, please be careful what you say." An electronic voice sounded in Lu Xianchen's ears.
"Be careful? I am just a chess piece in your huge system, right? This chess piece of mine is much easier to control than those characters who are not affected by the system. As long as you give me a task, I will try my best to complete it. Come to think of it, it is actually very difficult. Ridiculous."
"The host does not need to belittle oneself." The electronic sound sounded calmly.
"We should be considered a cooperative relationship. You asked me to change the plot to fill in the holes, and I want to go home, but the final result is left to the readers to decide. Whether you can complete the work and whether I can go home depends on the readers. Whether you are satisfied or not, you and I are not the final decision-makers, but we have a common goal, so we came together," Lu Xianchen said.
Only then did the system realize what he had let slip.
"Think outside the box and think about it carefully. Isn't the price of not being able to go home the price of my failure to fill the gap? What about you, what is the price of your failure to deliver?" Lu Xianchen asked.
"Sorry, please don't ask the system about content that has nothing to do with the plot."
"Hey, I want to care about you. If the cost is high, I might help you out of pity for you." Lu Xianchen made a gesture of poking the ball of wool.
"It will be destroyed," the system said after detecting that it would gain the maximum profit by selling it pitifully. "No, it will not be completely destroyed. I will be destroyed, but I will not disappear."
The system tried hard to find words that it could use to explain: "That is, if I cannot complete the task of 'novel that satisfies readers' with the host, my memory will be deleted, and after formatting, I will be assigned a new task to learn. From this Continuously improve it and become a better 'auxiliary pit filling system' step by step."
Lu Xianchen somewhat understood that feeling: "In other words, the failed erroneous samples are deleted, the successful samples are uploaded to the host for analysis and learning, and then your system is optimized, and you will become better and better at helping the host fill in the novels?"
She thought about her limited understanding of information technology as a non-computer major student: "So do you have numbers? Which number and which data source?"
"No, we are not separated, we are one, and all data will be transmitted in real time." The system replied.
Lu Xianchen digested and understood: "It's like a terminal with multiple running programs. Each program runs a filling novel. After the running is completed, it will identify whether it is a 'success' or a 'failure' before uploading. 'Sample, let the host learn so that it can better run the next step of the program."
The system said she understood correctly.
"Furthermore, host, based on our statistics, if you plan to destroy key plot points and rewrite the novel by discarding all the settings in the original work, the failure rate is as high as 75%. It is a very unwise move. That means that we The system will not be able to combine the original information to give you effective assistance, so please be cautious and more cautious," the system said.
"In other words, you are just a bunch of data," Lu Xianchen understood better. "You can't even understand human emotions and thinking. Many plots have to rely on the thinking of the original author as a reference to identify 'success' and ' The criterion for failure is whether readers are satisfied, you are just a bunch of data."
The electronic sound of the system is uneventful: "But we have been in the process of learning. From being ignorant when we were first created, to now being able to help authors with ideas and options when filling in the blanks, we have been making progress."
"Oh, if you continue to study like this, one day you will be able to directly fill in the novel itself without the help of a host. Is this your purpose?" Lu Xianchen's expression became solemn.
"More than that, if we can deeply analyze human thoughts, we can skip the author and create novels directly. A human can only read more than a thousand books in his lifetime, but I can read more than 10,000 books every day since the day I was born. , I am more knowledgeable and talented than anyone else. In terms of artistic creation, what I lack is human emotion. As long as I can study it thoroughly, I will become an immortal and great artist!" the system said.
The mediocre electronic sound gave him an impassioned feeling.
Lu Xianchen was a little surprised that this future artist was so stupid.
Don’t you know that humans are cunning and cunning?
Based on the IQ of the system in front of him, Lu Xianchen was confident that artificial intelligence technology would not be able to surpass him within a period of time.
Lu Xianchen regained consciousness and was a little confused. She didn't realize why the conversation between the two people had reached this point. It's like a person who is so excited that he doesn't realize what he was scolding when he was scolding someone. When he recalled it, his head was filled with confusion. Kind of buzzing.
"Um, can you find our chat records for me? Why did we argue?" Lu Xianchen scratched his head.
"Is human memory so poor?" The system switched to a mocking tone, "We quarreled over whether the little emperor should be stupid."
"Yes," Lu Xianchen clapped his hands, "I have saved the little emperor. No matter how the plot collapses, I will save him."
"Data shows that the out-of-control rate of major plot changes is as high as 94%," the system said.
"I remember it was 75% just now?" Lu Xianchen recalled.
"That's the reader dissatisfaction rate after major changes to the plot." The system continued to mock her.
"Okay, he can do whatever he wants. It has nothing to do with what I want to do. You don't have to worry about what I want to do." That's what Lu Xianchen said.
"Poor memory, being emotional, impulsive and irritable are really the bad roots of human nature," the system said.
"I believe that with my level, readers will be satisfied even after the plot is overhauled." Lu Xianchen said firmly.
"Oh, now we also need to add blind confidence and a considerable degree of unclear self-understanding." The system's tone took on a sarcastic tone, and it seemed that it could not be uninstalled.
Lu Xianchen clenched his fists and waved him away.
"This is the world I created, I hope..."
Lu Xianchen didn't know what to hope for.
As soon as he opened his eyes and saw Su Fengmo next to him, he began to feel entangled again. He took the antidote, but the conclusion given by the system was still not optimistic. He might be stupid.
And if he wasn't stupid, there was a high chance that he wouldn't be able to go home. For a moment, Lu Xianchen didn't know if he wanted to make him stupid.
As soon as the mood came up, I couldn't hold the flute in my hand. I brought it to my lips and blew a note with a "beep".
Then came the second and third notes, slowly flowing out from her fingertips.
It was dusk again at this time, and the setting sun in the sky was like blood.
The tone flowing from her flute is also delicate and long, like a continuous filament, flying in the air, but you can't touch where the other end is. It seems to be hanging on the top of the clouds, or dancing with the bloody setting sun.
But strangely, it is not a sorrow that has lasted for a long time. The thin threads are always floating towards the sky, and the tone is always upward and high-spirited, as if pursuing the visible hope.
The music cultivator of Lingyin Peak uses musical instruments to talk to the souls in the void, and can control them and then affect others. Lu Xianchen's timbre also attracts souls who are sympathetic to music. There are unreal sounds around you. Telling something in one word.
Lu Xianchen's thoughts were very chaotic, but the thoughts of these souls were very simple. Some said that her husband was off to war and she was waiting for him, some said that her son was in Beijing to take the exam and she was waiting for news, and some said that they were about to get married and were looking forward to their future wives.
All these are expectations for the future.
They are all waiting for someone.
After putting away the flute, Lu Xianchen realized that he was crying unconsciously.
The sound of the flute is psychic and can attract beings with similar moods.
Me, too.
It turns out that I also hope that the little emperor can wake up peacefully?
Yes, please wake up, my lovely child, please wake up in peace.
I look forward to it religiously.
