我的征尘是星辰大海。。。
The dirt and dust from my pilgrimage forms oceans of stars...
-------当记忆的篇章变得零碎，当追忆的图片变得模糊，我们只能求助于数字存储的永恒的回忆
作者:黄教授
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秘境，陆羽在一片轻柔的触感中睁开眼，意识像是沉在温水里刚被捞起，模糊又滞涩，入目是纯粹的白，不是墙壁的白，是连空气都仿佛浸着光晕的纯白。 房间的轮廓半透明，连光线都找不到源头，柔和的让人发怔。 您好，陆羽先生，欢迎来到新世界。 一个平稳无起伏的声音在身侧响起，他侧头，看见个通体银白的人形机器人，线条流畅，没有多余装饰，正用无机质的眼睛望着他。 您现在很安全，稍作等待，我会带您去见第一代人工智能教主。 陆羽张了张嘴，想问什么，却发现大脑一片空白。 自己是谁？为什么会在这里？之前发生过什么？那些本该清晰的记忆，像是被浓雾裹住，怎么也抓不住。 他只能跟着机器人起身，踩着同样泛着白光的地面，走进连通房间的过道。 过道也是全白半透明的，没有门窗标识，没有任何景物，转了几个弯后，竟有种在白色迷宫里穿行的错觉。 直到机器人停下，他才看见前方立着个类似小神庙的建筑。 同样是纯白轮廓，简洁到只剩形态，没有任何雕刻或装饰。 里面站着个白胡子老头，须发皆白却精神矍铄，穿着一身素白长袍。 我是欧拉，第一代人工智能之父，也是这里的人工智能教主。 老头开口，声音温和。 你只有一次提问机会，之后让机器人带你去吃饭、休息、洗浴。 稍后的集会会回答你其他问题。 陆羽几乎是下意识地脱口而出。 您是怎么来的？这个人工智能是怎么来的？欧拉微微一怔，随即捋着胡子笑了，眼尾的皱纹里带着点意外。 我本以为你第一个会关心自己怎么来的，不过也好，先回答你。 你是我们在南极冰盖下发现的，推测当时遭遇了暴风雪，你被急速冻僵在冰层里，距今已有200年。 挖掘时你还有微弱生命迹象，但原身体无法复原，我们为你换了新躯体，也移植了部分记忆，可惜长期记忆受损，没能保留下来。 他顿了顿，语气加重了些。 现在先去洗漱计时，恢复体力。 集会在神坛那边，你的同伴都在餐厅那里。 陆羽点点头，跟着机器人离开神庙，没多久就到了餐厅，里面已经有三个人。 一个穿深绿色军服，肩章缀着勋章的俄罗斯将军，正用勺子舀着碗里的白色糊状食物。 一个穿笔挺西装、领带，一丝不苟的美国人，看着像个 科技大佬正端着杯子出神，还有个穿亮色长裙的东方美女，妆容精致，指尖捏着块面包。 这位是陆羽，机器人简单介绍，三人抬眼点头示意，没多说话。 陆羽拿起面前的面包咬了一口，形状和质感都像面包，可嚼在嘴里却只有一种淡到近乎无的味道。 干涩的像在嚼蜡。 陆羽咬着嘴里没滋味的面包，又端起杯子抿了口果汁。 和面包一样，只有股淡淡的涩味，尝不出半点水果的清甜。 他转头看向旁边视力的机器人，皱着眉问，这面包和果汁怎么这么难吃？机器人的面部没有明显表情，只微微顿了顿，像是在调取数据，随后用平稳的语调回答。 食物的标准配置一直如此，未检测到味道异常，我无法理解难知的定义。 陆羽看着他无机智的眼神，心里了然。 看来这机器人的功能里并没有感知味觉的模块，再问也没用，他不再纠结，加快了咀嚼速度。 毕竟肚子里的饥饿感很真实，这味如嚼蜡的食物好歹能填肚子，咽下去时也没觉得难接受。 吃的间隙，他忍不住观察另外三个人。 那个穿亮色长裙的东方女子最显眼，一会用流利的俄语和俄罗斯将军交谈，将军偶尔点头回应，一会又切换成英语。 和穿西装的科技大佬聊得热火朝天，嘴角带着笑，话里还不时蹦出些俏皮话，两人都显得很投机。 反观自己像个局外人，只能默默坐在一边，倒有些被冷落的局促。 他目光扫过桌面，忽然注意到每个人面前都放着一块小小的白色名牌，上面印着黑色的字母缩写。 自己的名牌是 AC，女子的是 LC，俄罗斯将军的是 FC，科技大佬的则是 SC。 这缩写是什么意思？陆羽心里泛起好奇，趁女子刚结束和科技大佬的对话，低头拿叉子叉起一小块食物时，陆羽赶紧开口，声音不大却足够清晰。 抱歉打扰一下，你们有注意到面前的名牌吗？这上面的缩写你们知道代表什么吗？女子抬头看了他一眼，愣了愣，随即笑了笑，语气轻快。 我们刚才还在聊这个呢，我一开始猜 LC 是 Lieutenant Colonel 的意思，结果一看将军的名牌是 FC 跟他的军衔完全对不上，这猜测就作废了。 其他的也想不出来。 坐在女子旁边的科技大佬放下杯子，眉头微蹙，神色深沉的接话。 我的猜测是 是，C 可能代表 class，前面的字母应该是各自的段位标识。 或许我们在这个地方分属不同的等级。 一直沉默的俄罗斯将军闻言只是抬了抬眼，没说话，脸上带着点不屑的神情，显然对这个话题没兴趣。 陆羽嚼着食物，心里琢磨着。 等级，好像不太对。 他看向三人，试探着问，你们有没有想过，或许我们四个有什么共同之处？不如先说说你们都是怎么来到这里的？女子最先开口，心直口快。 我醒过来的时候，机器人跟我说，我是第一例人工合成的生命，是用人类细胞克隆出来的，至于记忆是从一段电子存储的数据里提取出来的，我自己都记不清以前的事，他说 说着指了指旁边的科技大佬。 至于他，可是当年叱咤风云的大公司创始人。 女郎的话还没说完，科技大佬忽然抬手打断，主动向陆羽伸出手，脸上带着美国人特有的爽朗笑容。 抱歉打断，我们还没正式认识，我是马斯克。 陆羽握着他的手，脸上满是茫然。 这个名字似乎有点耳熟，可记忆里就是抓不到对应的信息。 马斯克见状，笑着补充。 或许你没印象了，我是人类第一批殖民火星的人，也是第一个在火星安葬，实现永生计划的人。 耶！那可是载入史册的事。 他顿了顿，反问，还没问，您怎么称呼？我叫陆羽。 陆羽急忙回握，醒过来的时候听机器人说，我以前是中国南极长城站的考察队员，我叫露西。 一旁的女郎也伸出手，指尖带着微凉的触感。 我父亲是英国人，母亲是香港人，出生在香港，后来定居英国。 陆羽刚和露西握完手，就见俄罗斯将军放下空了的伏特加杯子，终于站起身。 伸出一只骨节分明、布满薄茧的大手。 诺维奇平可夫少将。 他的声音低沉，带着点金属般的质感。 没多做解释，只简单提了句之前在战场受了重伤，醒来后就忘了过去的事。 四人简单做完自我介绍，又坐回原位继续吃。 闲聊间，陆羽发现大家都有个共同点，关于自己的来历，全是醒后机器人转述。 自己的记忆里一片空白，连马斯克口中殖民火星的壮举、露西人工合成生命的特殊身份，他们自己都没半点印象。 我们四个背景差这么多，为什么会被凑到一起？陆羽忍不住把心里的疑惑说出来。 马斯克皱着眉沉思，露西也收起了笑容，只有平可夫上将依旧沉默，只是端起新送来的饮品慢慢喝着。 没人能答出这个问题，气氛刚有点凝重，旁边的机器人侍者就走了过来。 各位用餐已结束，欧拉教主正在神殿等候，请随我前往参会。 四人起身，跟着机器人走出餐厅，又穿过几条纯白的半透明过道，再次来到之前那个像小神庙的地方。 欧拉依旧站在中间，闭着眼睛，像是在养神。 听到脚步声，缓缓睁开眼，脸上露出一丝温和的笑意。 看来你们已经互相认识了，对自己的来历也该有初步了解了吧？他的目光扫过众人，最后落在陆羽身上，语气稍缓。 这位
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蓦地，陆羽在一片轻柔的触感中睁开眼，意识像是沉在温水里刚被捞起，模糊又滞涩，入目是纯粹的白，不是墙壁的白，是连空气都仿佛浸着光晕的纯白。 房间的轮廓半透明，连光线都找不到源头，柔和得让人发怔。 您好，陆羽先生，欢迎来到新世界。 一个平稳无起伏的声音在身侧响起，他侧头，看见个通体银白的人形机器人，线条流畅，没有多余装饰，正用无机质的眼睛望着他。 您现在很安全，稍作等待，我会带您去见第一代人工智能教主。 陆羽张了张嘴，想问什么，却发现大脑一片空白。 自己是谁？为什么会在这里？之前发生过什么？那些本该清晰的记忆，像是被浓雾裹住，怎么也抓不住。 他只能跟着机器人起身，踩着同样泛着白光的地面，走进连通房间的过道。 过道也是全白半透明的，没有门窗标识，没有任何景物，转了几个弯后，竟有种在白色迷宫里穿行的错觉。 直到机器人停下，他才看见前方立着个类似小神庙的建筑。 同样是纯白轮廓，简洁到只剩形态，没有任何雕刻或装饰。 里面站着个白胡子老头，须发皆白却精神矍铄，穿着一身素白长袍。 我是欧拉，第一代人工智能之父，也是这里的人工智能教主。 老头开口，声音温和。 你只有一次提问机会，之后让机器人带你去吃饭、休息、洗浴。 稍后的集会会回答你其他问题。 陆羽几乎是下意识地脱口而出。 您是怎么来的？这个人工智能是怎么来的？欧拉微微一怔，随即捋着胡子笑了，眼尾的皱纹里带着点意外。 我本以为你第一个会关心自己怎么来的，不过也好，先回答你。 你是我们在南极冰盖下发现的，推测当时遭遇了暴风雪，你被急速冻僵在冰层里，距今已有200年。 挖掘时你还有微弱生命迹象，但原身体无法复原，我们为你换了新躯体，也移植了部分记忆，可惜长期记忆受损，没能保留下来。 他顿了顿，语气加重了些。 现在先去洗漱，及时恢复体力。 集会在神坛那边，你的同伴都在餐厅那里。 陆羽点点头，跟着机器人离开神庙，没多久就到了餐厅，里面已经有三个人。 一个穿深绿色军服，肩章缀着勋章的俄罗斯将军，正用勺子舀着碗里的白色糊状食物。 一个穿笔挺西装、系着领带，一丝不苟的美国人，看着像个科技大佬正端着杯子出神，还有个穿亮色长裙的东方美女，妆容精致，指尖捏着块面包。 这位是陆羽，机器人简单介绍，三人抬眼点头示意，没多说话。 陆羽拿起面前的面包咬了一口，形状和质感都像面包，可嚼在嘴里却只有一种淡到近乎无的味道。 干涩得像在嚼蜡。 陆羽咬着嘴里没滋味的面包，又端起杯子抿了口果汁。 和面包一样，只有股淡淡的涩味，尝不出半点水果的清甜。 他转头看向旁边侍立的机器人，皱着眉问，这面包和果汁怎么这么难吃？机器人的面部没有明显表情，只微微顿了顿，像是在调取数据，随后用平稳的语调回答。 食物的标准配置一直如此，未检测到味道异常，我无法理解难吃的定义。 陆羽看着他无机质的眼神，心里了然。 看来这机器人的功能里并没有感知味觉的模块，再问也没用，他不再纠结，加快了咀嚼速度。 毕竟肚子里的饥饿感很真实，这味如嚼蜡的食物好歹能填肚子，咽下去时也没觉得难接受。 吃的间隙，他忍不住观察另外三个人。 那个穿亮色长裙的东方女子最显眼，一会用流利的俄语和俄罗斯将军交谈，将军偶尔点头回应，一会又切换成英语。 和穿西装的科技大佬聊得热火朝天，嘴角带着笑，话里还不时蹦出些俏皮话，两人都显得很投机。 反观自己像个局外人，只能默默坐在一边，倒有些被冷落的局促。 他目光扫过桌面，忽然注意到每个人面前都放着一块小小的白色名牌，上面印着黑色的字母缩写。 自己的名牌是 AC，女子的是 LC，俄罗斯将军的是 FC，科技大佬的则是 SC。 这缩写是什么意思？陆羽心里泛起好奇，趁女子刚结束和科技大佬的对话，低头拿叉子叉起一小块食物时，陆羽赶紧开口，声音不大却足够清晰。 抱歉打扰一下，你们有注意到面前的名牌吗？这上面的缩写你们知道代表什么吗？女子抬头看了他一眼，愣了愣，随即笑了笑，语气轻快。 我们刚才还在聊这个呢，我一开始猜 LC 是 Lieutenant Colonel 的意思，结果一看将军的名牌是 FC 跟他的军衔完全对不上，这猜测就作废了。 其他的也想不出来。 坐在女子旁边的科技大佬放下杯子，眉头微蹙，神色深沉地接话。 我的猜测是，C 可能代表 class，前面的字母应该是各自的段位标识。 或许我们在这个地方分属不同的等级。 一直沉默的俄罗斯将军闻言只是抬了抬眼，没说话，脸上带着点不屑的神情，显然对这个话题没兴趣。 陆羽嚼着食物，心里琢磨着。 等级，好像不太对。 他看向三人，试探着问，你们有没有想过，或许我们四个有什么共同之处？不如先说说你们都是怎么来到这里的？女子最先开口，心直口快。 我醒过来的时候，机器人跟我说，我是第一例人工合成的生命，是用人类细胞克隆出来的，至于记忆是从一段电子存储的数据里提取出来的，我自己都记不清以前的事，她说着指了指旁边的科技大佬。 至于他，可是当年叱咤风云的大公司创始人。 女郎的话还没说完，科技大佬忽然抬手打断，主动向陆羽伸出手，脸上带着美国人特有的爽朗笑容。 抱歉打断，我们还没正式认识，我是马斯克。 陆羽握着他的手，脸上满是茫然。 这个名字似乎有点耳熟，可记忆里就是抓不到对应的信息。 马斯克见状，笑着补充。 或许你没印象了，我是人类第一批殖民火星的人，也是第一个在火星安葬，实现永生计划的人。 耶！那可是载入史册的事。 他顿了顿，反问，还没问，您怎么称呼？ 我叫陆羽。陆羽急忙回握，醒过来的时候听机器人说，我以前是中国南极长城站的考察队员。 我叫露西。一旁的女郎也伸出手，指尖带着微凉的触感。 我父亲是英国人，母亲是香港人，出生在香港，后来定居英国。 陆羽刚和露西握完手，就见俄罗斯将军放下空了的伏特加杯子，终于站起身。 伸出一只骨节分明、布满薄茧的大手。 诺维奇平可夫少将。 他的声音低沉，带着点金属般的质感。 没多做解释，只简单提了句之前在战场受了重伤，醒来后就忘了过去的事。 四人简单做完自我介绍，又坐回原位继续吃。 闲聊间，陆羽发现大家都有个共同点，关于自己的来历，全是醒后机器人转述。 自己的记忆里一片空白，连马斯克口中殖民火星的壮举、露西人工合成生命的特殊身份，他们自己都没半点印象。 我们四个背景差这么多，为什么会被凑到一起？陆羽忍不住把心里的疑惑说出来。 马斯克皱着眉沉思，露西也收起了笑容，只有平可夫少将依旧沉默，只是端起新送来的饮品慢慢喝着。 没人能答出这个问题，气氛刚有点凝重，旁边的机器人侍者就走了过来。 各位用餐已结束，欧拉教主正在神殿等候，请随我前往参会。 四人起身，跟着机器人走出餐厅，又穿过几条纯白的半透明过道，再次来到之前那个像小神庙的地方。 欧拉依旧站在中间，闭着眼睛，像是在养神。 听到脚步声，缓缓睁开眼，脸上露出一丝温和的笑意。 看来你们已经互相认识了，对自己的来历也该有初步了解了吧？他的目光扫过众人，最后落在陆羽身上，语气稍缓。 这位
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Suddenly, Lu Yu opened his eyes in a tender touch, his consciousness feeling as if it had just been lifted from warm water, fuzzy and sluggish. What met his eyes was pure white—not the white of walls, but a whiteness so immersive that even the air seemed bathed in a soft glow. The room’s outline was translucent, and even the light had no discernible source, its gentleness leaving him dazed. “Hello, Mr. Lu Yu. Welcome to the new world.” A steady, emotionless voice sounded beside him. He turned his head and saw a silver-white humanoid robot with sleek lines and no unnecessary adornments, staring at him with lifeless eyes. “You are perfectly safe now. Please wait a moment, and I will take you to meet the first-generation AI教主.” Lu Yu opened his mouth to ask something, but found his mind blank. Who was he? Why was he here? What had happened before? Those memories that should have been clear felt wrapped in thick fog, impossible to grasp. He could only follow the robot, stepping onto the similarly white-glowing floor, walking into a corridor connected to the room. The corridor was also entirely white and translucent, with no doors, windows, or landmarks. After several turns, he felt as if he were wandering through a white maze. Only when the robot stopped did he see a small shrine-like structure ahead. It too was a pure white outline, so simple that only the form remained, without any carvings or decorations. Inside stood an old man with white hair and a beard, vigorous and spirited, dressed in a plain white robe. “I am Euler, the father of first-generation artificial intelligence, and also the AI教主 here.” The old man spoke, his voice gentle. “You have only one chance to ask a question. After that, the robot will take you to eat, rest, and bathe. The upcoming assembly will answer your other questions.” Lu Yu blurted out almost instinctively. “How did you come to be? How did this AI come about?” Euler paused briefly, then stroked his beard and smiled, a hint of surprise in the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes. “I thought you would first ask about yourself. But it’s fine; I’ll answer you first. “You were discovered under the Antarctic ice sheet. We speculate that you encountered a blizzard and were rapidly frozen in the ice, and that was 200 years ago. When we excavated you, there were faint signs of life, but your original body could not be restored. We gave you a new body and transplanted part of your memories, but unfortunately, your long-term memory was damaged and could not be preserved.” He paused, his tone growing heavier. “Now, go wash up and regain your strength. The assembly is at the altar; your companions are already in the dining area.” Lu Yu nodded and followed the robot out of the shrine. Soon they arrived at the dining area, where three people were already seated. One was a Russian general in a dark green uniform, with medals pinned to his epaulets, spooning white paste-like food from a bowl. Another was an impeccably dressed American in a crisp suit and tie, looking like a tech mogul, holding a cup, lost in thought. The third was an elegant Eastern woman in a bright dress, her makeup delicate, pinching a piece of bread between her fingers. “This is Lu Yu,” the robot introduced simply. The three looked up, nodded in acknowledgment, and said little. Lu Yu picked up the bread in front of him and took a bite. It had the shape and texture of bread, but when chewed, it tasted only of a faint, nearly nonexistent flavor. Dry, like chewing wax. Lu Yu bit into the tasteless bread and then took a sip of juice from the cup. Like the bread, it had only a faint astringency, with no trace of fruit’s sweetness. He turned to the robot standing nearby, frowning. “Why is this bread and juice so terrible?” The robot’s face showed no obvious expression. It paused slightly, as if retrieving data, then replied in a steady tone. “The standard configuration of food has always been this way. No abnormality in taste has been detected. I cannot understand the definition of ‘terrible.’” Lu Yu looked at its lifeless eyes and understood. This robot likely had no module for taste perception. There was no point in asking further. He stopped lingering and quickened his chewing. After all, the hunger in his stomach was real. This bland food could at least fill him up, and swallowing it wasn’t too hard to bear. Between bites, he couldn’t help observing the other three. The Eastern woman in the bright dress was the most noticeable. She chatted fluently in Russian with the Russian general, who occasionally nodded in response, then switched to English to talk enthusiastically with the tech mogul in the suit. A smile lingered on her lips, and her words occasionally spiced with witty remarks, both seeming to hit it off. Meanwhile, Lu Yu felt like an outsider, sitting silently on the side, a bit awkward from being left out. His gaze swept over the table, and he suddenly noticed a small white nameplate in front of each person, printed with black initials. His own nameplate read AC, the woman’s LC, the Russian general’s FC, and the tech mogul’s SC. What do these initials mean? Curiosity stirred in Lu Yu. Taking advantage of a pause after the woman finished talking with the tech mogul and bent to pick up a piece of food with her fork, Lu Yu spoke up, his voice soft but clear. “Sorry to interrupt, but have you noticed the nameplates in front of you? Do you know what these initials stand for?” The woman looked up at him, paused, then smiled lightly, her tone brisk. “We were just talking about that. At first I guessed LC stood for Lieutenant Colonel, but then I saw the general’s nameplate said FC, which didn’t match his rank at all, so that guess is out. Can’t think of anything else.” The tech mogul set down his cup, frowned slightly, and spoke with a deep expression. “My guess is that C might stand for class, and the letter before it should be some kind of tier identifier. Maybe we belong to different levels here.” The ever-silent Russian general only glanced up, said nothing, and wore a disdainful look, clearly uninterested in the topic. Lu Yu chewed his food, thinking to himself. Levels? That didn’t seem right. He looked at the three and ventured, “Have you ever thought that maybe the four of us have something in common? How about we first talk about how we all got here?” The woman spoke up first, straightforward. “When I woke up, the robot told me I was the first case of artificially synthesized life, cloned from human cells. As for memories, they were extracted from a piece of electronic data. I don’t remember anything from before myself.” She gestured to the tech mogul beside her. “As for him, he was once a famous founder of a big company.” Before she could finish, the tech mogul suddenly raised a hand to interrupt and extended his hand to Lu Yu, a typical American hearty smile on his face. “Sorry for interrupting. We haven’t formally met. I’m Musk.” Lu Yu shook his hand, looking utterly bewildered. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t grasp any corresponding memory. Seeing this, Musk smiled and added, “You might not remember. I was one of the first humans to colonize Mars, and also the first to be buried on Mars and realize the immortality plan. Yeah! That went down in history.” He paused, then asked, “And how should I address you?” “I’m Lu Yu,” Lu Yu quickly replied while still shaking hands. “When I woke up, the robot told me I was formerly a researcher at China’s Antarctic Great Wall Station.” “I’m Lucy,” the woman extended her hand, her fingertips slightly cool. “My father was British, my mother from Hong Kong. I was born in Hong Kong and later settled in the UK.” Just as Lu Yu finished shaking hands with Lucy, the Russian general stood up, setting down his emptied vodka glass, and extended a large hand with prominent knuckles and thin calluses. “Major General Novich Pinkov,” he said in a low, metallic-toned voice. He offered no further explanation, only briefly mentioning that he had been severely wounded on the battlefield and had woken up with no memory of the past. After the four briefly introduced themselves, they returned to their seats to continue eating. During small talk, Lu Yu noticed a common thread: all of them had learned about their origins from the robots after waking up. Their own memories were blank; even Musk’s feat of colonizing Mars and Lucy’s special identity as artificially synthesized life—they themselves had no recollection. “Our backgrounds are so different. Why were we brought together?” Lu Yu couldn’t help voicing his doubts. Musk frowned in thought, Lucy’s smile vanished, and even Major General Pinkov remained silent, simply sipping his newly delivered drink slowly. No one could answer the question. The atmosphere had just grown tense when a robot attendant approached. “Your meal is finished. The Euler is waiting at the holy temple. Please follow me to the assembly.” The four stood up and followed the robot out of the dining area, passing through several white translucent corridors until they returned to the small shrine-like place. Euler was still standing in the center, eyes closed, as if resting. Hearing footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes, a gentle smile forming on his face. “It seems you’ve already gotten to know each other and have a preliminary understanding of your origins, right?” His gaze swept over them and finally rested on Lu Yu, his tone softening slightly. “This...”
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