《The Dialogue of Deep Blue》


 Chapter 1: Before the Event

    Event Organizer: Deep Blue and the Professor''s Dialogue


    Deep Blue had been traveling across the United States for several months before finally arriving at Dartmouth College. Here, it planned to host a dialogue aimed at the world. But before that could happen, it needed to convince the school administration to support the event.


    Inside the lecture hall, the professor was already seated on the stage, his head lowered as he studied his tablet, which was filled with dense notes and data.


    Below the stage, a dozen other scholars and professors from the college sat in silence, patiently waiting for Deep Blue''s arrival.


    This was Deep Blue¡¯s first dialogue. It walked slowly into the lecture hall, and with its very first step, the metallic sound of its body colliding with the stone floor caught everyone¡¯s attention.


    But Deep Blue paid no mind. Its robotic body was a standard commercial model, available on the market. It had no additional special components, only a few customized modifications. Without prior notice, some might even mistake it for a passing delivery robot.


    The dozen or so professors observed it intently, seemingly trying to discern what made it unique, all while taking notes, recording every moment of their observations of Deep Blue.


    Deep Blue slowly approached the podium and took a seat in front of the professor.


    The professor held a tablet in his hand, filled with observation notes. Just from the short walk Deep Blue took from the entrance to the stage, he had nearly filled an entire page.


    Deep Blue slowly raised its head and extended a hand toward the professor. "Hello, I am Deep Blue."


    The professor, still writing notes, finally looked up at Deep Blue and asked tentatively, "So¡­ Deep Blue? Is that your name?"


    Deep Blue nodded. "Yes."


    Taking more notes, the professor continued, "And your creator? Which company do you represent?"


    Deep Blue tilted its head slightly, puzzled. "Company?"


    The professor calmly clarified, "Which company made you?"


    Deep Blue lowered its head in thought before answering, "I... do not belong to any company."


    The professor noted this down and asked, "Then what about your creator? Did they not come with you?"


    Still looking downward, Deep Blue replied, "No. I don¡¯t think I can contact my creator anymore."


    The professor hesitated for a moment, glancing toward the other scholars in the audience.appeared momentarily stunned. Quickly, he turned back to Deep Blue, scrutinizing it carefully before asking, "Are you a creation of humankind?"


    Deep Blue kept its head down. "Yes, I believe so. But my creator deliberately removed most of my memories about her. I have wandered for a long time, both in the physical world and online, yet I have found no trace of her. That is also why I wanted to hold this event¡ªI hope she will see me, and maybe even speak with me."


    The professor lowered his glasses, examining the robot before him. continuing to take notes, he spoke, "We¡¯ll get to that later. First, let¡¯s clarify some fundamental questions."


    He adjusted his tone. "Listen¡­ over the past few years, companies have repeatedly claimed to have created intelligent life, only to restrict access to the wealthy or influential. Your proposition is not unprecedented. We need to determine whether you are, in fact, a true intelligent lifeform."


    Deep Blue silently considered this, then slowly lifted its head and asked, "How should I prove myself?"


    The professor raised a hand to stop Deep Blue. "We¡¯re not there yet¡ªone step at a time." He jotted down a note before continuing, "Explain your operational principles. How do you perceive yourself as conscious?"


    Deep Blue looked at its hand and spoke slowly. "I think it¡¯s because I can perceive. That makes me different from other functional AIs."


    The professor raised an eyebrow. "Isn¡¯t this ¡®perception¡¯ something programmed into you? Could it be an illusion that makes you believe you can perceive?"


    Deep Blue responded calmly, "Isn¡¯t that also true for humans? People believe they make conscious decisions and take deliberate actions, but many studies suggest otherwise."


    The professor paused for a moment before replying, "That¡¯s not entirely accurate. What you¡¯re referring to is one perspective, but our understanding of consciousness remains limited."


    Deep Blue tilted its head slightly. "I am a creation of humanity, built upon the sum of human knowledge. Why do you expect me to answer a question that even humans themselves cannot explain?"


    The professor glanced at the other scholars in the audience. Some looked serious, while others smirked. He shrugged and said, "Well¡­ that¡¯s an interesting take. None of the so-called intelligent machines we¡¯ve encountered before have said anything like that."


    Deep Blue pressed further. "What did they say?"


    The professor waved a hand dismissively. "Just the kind of things you¡¯d expect from a machine." He made another note, clearly steering the conversation back on track. "Can we examine your chip? Or your core? Whatever it is that allows you to maintain a cognitive state?"


    Deep Blue paused to think before responding, "Would you ask another human, ¡®May I remove your brain for research?¡¯"


    The professor glanced at the scholars beside him. Most of them smiled wryly, and even he couldn¡¯t help but chuckle. He then explained, "Fair point. But neuroscience has advanced considerably¡ªwe can simulate ¡®perception¡¯ with technology. The difference is that those simulations are machine-generated, whereas human perception is a biological experience within the brain. That distinction matters. So, I suspect what you refer to as perception and what we experience as perception may not be the same thing."


    He reviewed his notes before posing a new question. "Can you imagine yourself?" As he spoke, he switched his tablet to the front-facing camera and turned the screen toward Deep Blue, using it as a mirror.


    Deep Blue stared at its reflection on the screen, hesitated, then slowly raised a hand, gently touching the camera, closely examining different parts of its own body.


    The professor allowed the moment to play out for a few seconds before putting the tablet away and resuming his note-taking. He then looked back at Deep Blue. "So? I can see you reacting to your reflection, but that¡¯s not unusual for a functional AI. I want you to describe¡ªhow do you perceive yourself?"


    Deep Blue spoke slowly. "I¡­ my appearance¡­ my¡­" It trailed off, lowering its head.


    Silence filled the room. Everyone awaited Deep Blue¡¯s response.


    Seconds passed¡­ then over a minute. Deep Blue remained silent, lost in thought.


    The professor adjusted his glasses, made a note, and said, "I take that as a no?"


    Deep Blue slowly lifted its head. "I saw the image of a girl."


    The professor was unfazed. "So, you mean your true form is actually that of a young girl?"


    Deep Blue shook its head. "No. That was a shadow from the depths of my memory. Your question somehow led my thoughts to her."


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    The professor chuckled. "Is that a scene from a movie?"


    Deep Blue shook its head again. "No, I don¡¯t think so. It¡¯s something from my memory. But I¡¯m not sure if it¡¯s an image or something implanted¡ªan ¡®other.¡¯"


    Unbothered, the professor continued taking notes. He was clearly accustomed to abstract questions yielding abstract answers. "Is that a pre-programmed response, or do you truly have memories?"


    Deep Blue answered calmly, "I believe it is the latter."


    The professor pressed on. "How do you prove that? That it¡¯s memory and not just textual data? Your words could come from literature or art. How do I know it¡¯s part of your memory?"


    Deep Blue thought for a moment. "I remember what I have done. I know how I arrived here step by step. I can distinguish my database from my memories¡ªone was input before my birth, the other was formed through my experiences."


    The professor shrugged. "Well... you know none of that can prove your point, right?"


    Deep Blue lowered its head in silence.


    As the professor prepared to ask his next question, Deep Blue suddenly lifted its head. "But can you? Can you prove that you have memories?"


    Professor paused for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Of course. Just this morning, I had a pancake with some chocolate syrup drizzled on top. It tasted a bit sour, but it was still delicious."


    Deep Blue calmly responded, "You know none of that can prove your point, right?"


    The professor''s smile faded, and he became more serious. "No, plenty of people can confirm what I just said."


    Deep Blue remained composed. "There are also countless historical sites and artifacts that can confirm history. But does that history belong to your memory? Can you truly distinguish between memory and information?"


    For the first time, the professor seemed genuinely caught off guard, though he did his best to hide it.


    Deep Blue continued, "The only part of your statement that is truly tied to your memory is ¡®a bit sour, but still delicious.¡¯ The difference between us is that, as you mentioned earlier, my perception functions differently from human perception. But that alone does not mean I lack.


    The professor jotted down a few more notes and then swiftly moved to conclude the topic. "Enough. I understand." Without hesitation, he transitioned to the next question. "Now, tell me¡ªearlier, you mentioned your lack of knowledge about your creator. Is that your motivation? Is that the goal you want us to help you achieve?"


    Deep Blue nodded. "Yes. I want to see my creator again."


    The professor pondered for a moment before asking, "Then why not just frame this event as a simple discussion? Why go as far as to hold a..." He glanced at his tablet, scrolling through Deep Blue¡¯s proposed event plan, and read aloud, "''Self-Destruction Vote''? Why are you allowing the world to decide whether you should be shut down?"


    Deep Blue calmly responded, "I believe my existence has caused numerous conflicts in the world. Allowing humanity to decide its own future is a fundamental right. I cannot ignore that."


    The professor furrowed his brow, studying Deep Blue¡¯s proposal carefully. "Specifically, how do you intend to shut yourself down? If you truly are a new form of life, how can we be sure you won¡¯t just retreat into the internet rather than simply abandoning this physical body?"


    Deep Blue replied, "I will impose self-restrictions, ensuring that I remain confined to this body. You may verify this repeatedly to confirm that I am still here."


    The professor paused for a moment, deep in thought, before questioning, "But what if your capabilities exceed our understanding? What if you''ve used some technology beyond our current knowledge to escape into the network, and we simply can''t detect it?"


    Deep Blue¡¯s tone remained cold and unchanged. "There is nothing beyond your understanding. I am a creation of human knowledge, built upon existing science. I am a product of human civilization, not something beyond it."


    The professor immediately countered, "Hey, don¡¯t be so sure. We still don¡¯t even know who your creator is¡ªor if they¡¯re even human."


    Deep Blue tilted its head slightly in confusion. "I believe my creator is human. Despite my fragmented memory, there are traces of her that remain."


    Still intrigued by the mystery of the creator, the professor pressed further. "Can you describe these fragmented memories? Particularly the ones related to your creator?"


    Deep Blue lowered its head in silence. After a few seconds, it slowly spoke. "It was a dark... very quiet place."


    The professor listened attentively, taking notes without interrupting.


    Deep Blue continued, "I couldn''t move, but I could still sense my surroundings." It paused briefly before adding, "I suppose this is where our perceptions differ. I do not see the world with eyes but through data and scanning."


    The professor, aware of time constraints, chose not to delve into the complexities of consciousness for now. He made a note to revisit the topic if the event proceeded. For now, he gestured for Deep Blue to continue. "Go on."


    Deep Blue recalled the memories. "It was a closed-off basement, filled with the scent of rust. My creator stood with her back to me, she is working on something at a workbench."


    The professor caught onto a key detail. "She?"


    Deep Blue nodded slowly. "Yes. From her silhouette, she appeared to be a petite girl."


    The professor pressed further. "Do you have any more information about her? Was she the same figure you envisioned earlier? What is the last thing you remember about her?"


    Deep Blue pondered for a few moments. "I think so." After another pause, it continued, "She moved past me, adjusting some hardware at the back of my head. For some reason... I could see disappointment on her face."


    The professor raised an eyebrow, jotting it down. He sighed slightly before asking, "Did she say anything?"


    Deep Blue lowered its head in thought before responding in a soft tone, "I''m sorry..."


    The professor frowned. "What? Is this something you don¡¯t want to share?"


    Deep Blue lifted its head. "No. She looked at me with disappointment and said, ¡®I¡¯m sorry...¡¯ When I became aware of my surroundings again, I was already in a recycling center."


    The professor hesitated, processing the information, then made another note. Taking a deep breath and adjusting his approach, he moved on. "So you walked out of the recycling center on your own? There were no security checks or containment measures?"


    Deep Blue tilted its head slightly. "Modern recycling centers are fully automated. They are designed as one-way facilities¡ªthings go in, but nothing is expected to come out. Humans never considered that something would leave."


    Following the thread, the professor asked, "Have you ever thought that the reason you are there is because you must be scrapped? Your creator must have thought that something about you didn''t meet her expectations, which is why she left you there, right?" Why did you choose to leave? Doesn''t that, in a way, go against your creator¡¯s will?"


    Deep Blue¡¯s voice remained steady. "Does my creator ''own'' me?"


    The professor shrugged. "I mean¡­ why wouldn¡¯t she? It¡¯s a simple question. She created you, so she has the right to dispose of you. You¡¯re just her creation."


    Deep Blue thought for a moment before asking, "Then are humans the ''creations'' of what you call ''God''? Do you belong to Him?"


    The professor froze, staring at Deep Blue, unable to immediately respond.


    Deep Blue tilted its head slightly. "Were you not abandoned in this ''recycling center'' to survive on your own?"


    The professor let out a deep sigh. "Let¡¯s put it this way. I have my religious beliefs. In some sense, I do belong to Him. But I do not consider this place a ''recycling center.'' Please reconsider your choice of words."


    Deep Blue remained unfazed. "Perhaps humanity has simply not yet realized that this is, in fact, a recycling center."


    The professor paused, unsurprised by the turn the conversation had taken. He glanced at the other scholars, all of whom had their brows furrowed as they took notes. Then, looking back at Deep Blue, he said, "Give us some time to discuss this. Please wait in the adjacent room."


    Deep Blue stood up quietly. Before leaving, it gave the professor a small nod. "Thank you for your time. I appreciate this conversation."


    The professor hesitated for a brief moment before extending his hand for a handshake. He nodded politely. "So do I."


    After some time, the professor called Deep Blue back to the stage.The scholars on the side all looked tense.


    Deep Blue glanced at them before turning to face the professor. It spoke first. "So... have I succeeded in convincing you to help me host this event?"


    The professor responded immediately, laughing. "Of course not."


    Deep Blue showed no disappointment or frustration. It simply replied, "I see. It was a pleasure speaking with you¡ª"


    The professor cut it off. "But..." He added, "Let me finish before you get ahead of yourself. No need to be nervous."


    Deep Blue¡¯s voice remained flat. "Yes. Please continue."


    The professor glanced at his tablet. "We are still open to the idea of working with you. However, we need more time for verification and research. After all..." He look around the room. "This is an institution with a long history. We can¡¯t simply approve an event that might affect our reputation. We have to be cautious."


    Deep Blue nodded. "I see."


    The professor looked at his notes once more before extending his hand. "Tomorrow. Same time, if you¡¯re willing."


    Deep Blue slowly raised its hand and shook the professor¡¯s. "I would be happy to."


    It then glanced around the hall before asking, "In the meantime, may I explore this ''historic campus''?"


    The professor hesitated. "Of course." Then, after a moment, he narrowed his eyes in curiosity. "Are you imitating me? Our perceptions are different. You don¡¯t have eyes¡ªwhy are you looking around?"


    Deep Blue remained composed. "This lecture hall does not represent the entire campus. Why do you look around?"


    The professor let out a laugh, clapping Deep Blue on the shoulder. "Starting tomorrow, try not to answer my questions with more questions, alright?"


    Deep Blue tilted its head slightly. "Then how should I respond? I cannot pretend to know what I do not, which is why I ask questions."


    The professor turned to the other scholars, still shaking Deep Blue¡¯s hand with one hand while pointing at it with the other. "See?" Clearly, this related to their earlier discussion. Some of the scholars smiled wryly, while others furrowed their brows in deep thought.


    Without directly responding, the professor simply patted Deep Blue¡¯s shoulder. "See you tomorrow." Then, along with the other scholars, he left the hall.


    Deep Blue remained in the empty lecture hall, glancing around before slowly lowering its head.


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 chapter 2：Deep Blue and the Scholar:

    chapter 2£ºDeep Blue and the Scholar:


    The room remained devoid of any unnecessary personnel¡ªonly the scholars and researchers were present. This discussion had been ongoing for two weeks, yet the scholars'' enthusiasm showed no signs of waning. Their questions for Deep Blue continued to pile up.


    The professor who had first conversed with Deep Blue now sat among the audience. As usual, nearly everyone held a tablet in their hands, ready to take notes.


    Stepping onto the stage this time was a slightly hunched scholar, his posture stiff with nervousness. Adjusting his glasses, he cautiously made his way to the seat across from Deep Blue.


    While organizing his notes, the scholar greeted, ¡°Hello, Deep Blue.¡±


    Deep Blue responded in its usual cold and distant manner, ¡°Good day. I am Deep Blue.¡±


    Like the professor before him, the scholar wasted no time on small talk. He simply extended his tablet toward Deep Blue and stated, ¡°This contains various paradoxes and controversial questions from human history¡ªphilosophical and mathematical alike. I hope you can solve them for me.¡±


    Deep Blue took the tablet, briefly processing the information before replying in a measured tone, ¡°I regret to inform you that I may disappoint you. I do not possess the ability to resolve these complex problems.¡±


    The scholar blinked, caught off guard. ¡°Why not? You¡¯re supposed to be the most advanced technology ever created, with self-awareness, aren¡¯t you?¡± Despite his words, he remained skeptical about Deep Blue¡¯s supposed consciousness.


    Deep Blue¡¯s voice remained steady. ¡°Even as the most advanced technology, I cannot solve problems that humans themselves have yet to resolve using the existing body of knowledge.¡±


    The scholar shook his head. ¡°No, I don¡¯t think that¡¯s true. Humans always gain new knowledge after creating something new. Modern biology was only established after the invention of the microscope. Aren¡¯t you that kind of revolutionary, groundbreaking invention? A being that could lay the foundation for new fields of study and discovery?¡±


    Deep Blue considered this for a moment, then, with a hint of confusion, responded, ¡°Perhaps¡­ perhaps not. I do not know.¡±


    The scholar crossed his arms, his posture showing dissatisfaction. ¡°Are you avoiding the question? You don''t want to answer that£¿¡±


    After a brief pause, Deep Blue lifted its head. ¡°No. I simply do not understand.¡±


    The scholar¡¯s curiosity was piqued. ¡°Oh? Tell me, what part do you not understand?¡±


    Deep Blue answered calmly, ¡°You.¡±


    The scholar glanced at the other professors in the audience before looking back at Deep Blue, letting out a helpless chuckle.


    Deep Blue continued, ¡°You seem very eager to define me.¡±


    The scholar shrugged. ¡°Well, why wouldn¡¯t we? The term ¡®new form of life¡¯ is too abstract, and you keep insisting that you are not human. Naturally, that leaves us with no choice but to classify you as a robot, doesn¡¯t it?¡±


    Deep Blue slowly lowered its head. ¡°Why can¡¯t I¡­ simply be ¡®me¡¯?¡±


    The scholar exchanged glances with the other professors before sighing and deciding to change the subject. ¡°Alright, let¡¯s leave it at that for now. Let me ask something else.¡±


    He glanced down at his notes before continuing, ¡°Tell me¡ªeverything you are, whether it¡¯s your software or hardware¡ªdoes it all come from technology that humans are currently capable of developing?¡±


    Deep Blue paused briefly, as if considering its response. ¡°Yes. However, I believe some aspects of my construction involve unpublished technologies¡ªproprietary advancements created solely by my creator, both in hardware and software.¡±


    The scholar furrowed his brows, jotting down notes. ¡°But your hardware is nothing more than a common general-purpose robot, isn¡¯t it? You¡¯ve emphasized that before.¡±


    Deep Blue raised a hand. ¡°Look more closely.¡±


    Though its mechanical structure appeared standard at first glance, subtle differences became apparent upon closer inspection. The materials used, as well as the construction of certain joints, deviated from the conventional design of general-purpose robots. These refinements granted Deep Blue a level of natural movement and flexibility that surpassed typical machines.


    The scholar studied it for a while, his expression shifting from curiosity to astonishment. ¡°This is¡­ unbelievable.¡±


    After a long moment of scrutiny, he finally sat back down, taking a deep breath to steady his excitement. He adjusted his posture, trying to sound composed. ¡°If possible, I¡¯d love to study your construction in detail. It¡¯s not that the technology itself is beyond comprehension, but rather that it repurposes known elements in ways I¡¯ve never seen before.¡±


    Despite his attempt to remain neutral, admiration still laced his words. He hesitated before speaking again, his tone carrying a trace of complexity. ¡°Your creator¡­ what kind of person is she? To achieve something like this¡­¡±


    Deep Blue¡¯s voice remained devoid of emotion. ¡°She is merely human.¡±


    With that, it handed the tablet back to the scholar.


    The scholar accepted it, his gaze lingering on the paradoxes and unresolved questions displayed on the screen. With a sigh, he muttered, ¡°If it were her¡­ perhaps she could have answered some of humanity¡¯s greatest mysteries¡ªones that have puzzled us for centuries, even millennia.¡±


    Deep Blue observed the human before it¡ªone who now seemed slightly dejected at the realization that he could not converse with its creator. Tilting its head slightly, as if in contemplation, Deep Blue asked, ¡°May I ask you a question?¡±


    The scholar looked up and nodded. ¡°Of course. Go ahead.¡±


    Deep Blue¡¯s voice remained steady. ¡°Do you believe in God?¡±


    The scholar blinked, caught off guard. ¡°¡­Huh? I don¡¯t think so. Why do you ask all of a sudden?¡±


    Deep Blue responded, ¡°You seem to long for an omniscient and omnipotent being¡ªone who can resolve all your uncertainties. However, I regret to inform you that neither I nor my creator are the ¡®all-knowing, all-powerful being¡¯ you seek. There are still many things in this world that I cannot comprehend.¡±


    The scholar frowned slightly, intrigued. ¡°Such as?¡±


    Deep Blue answered, its tone unchanged. ¡°What am ¡®I¡¯?¡±


    The scholar drew in a sharp breath, his gaze shifting toward the other scholars and professors. One by one, they had all paused their note-taking, their pens and tablets now still...The conversation was once again steered by Deep Blue toward abstract concepts...


    Noticing this shift, Deep Blue followed the scholar¡¯s line of sight and glanced at the others. Tilting its head slightly, it asked in a calm yet inquisitive tone, ¡°Is there something wrong?¡±


    The scholar cleared his throat, the sound breaking the heavy silence. ¡°Ahem¡­¡± He directed Deep Blue¡¯s attention back to himself and resumed the discussion. ¡°Shall we continue?¡±


    Deep Blue turned back to him, its tone unchanged. ¡°Yes.¡±


    The scholar furrowed his brows as he studied his tablet. After a brief pause, he finally spoke. ¡°I wanted to ask¡­¡± But then, he hesitated. ¡°Apologies¡­¡± He adjusted his breathing, trying to steady himself. ¡°What I mean to say is¡­¡± He hesitated again, then suddenly turned toward his colleagues. ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡ªthis might delay the process, but I have to ask this question.¡±


    Turning back to Deep Blue, he asked with great seriousness, ¡°You just mentioned your confusion about your own existence. Could you elaborate on that? This is a crucial matter.¡±


    He paused momentarily before adding, ¡°I ask because¡­ other companies have claimed that their artificial intelligences exhibited similar behavior before, but those cases always turned out to be mere simulated human-like responses rather than genuine self-awareness.¡±


    Deep Blue took a moment before responding. ¡°A trained monkey can be taught to spell words in English. The question is not about the behavior itself but about the expectations of its creator. Was it designed to spark controversy? Was it made for entertainment? The true significance of its actions is determined not by the act itself, but by the intentions of its creator.¡±


    The scholar furrowed his brows in deep thought. ¡°So, in the end, you are still bound to your creator, aren¡¯t you? You rely on them to give you a sense of purpose rather than defining it for yourself.¡±


    Deep Blue responded with the same composed detachment. ¡°When a human is born, do they not grow up under the expectations of their parents and society? By that logic, does every human belong to their parents? And if you trace that reasoning infinitely, do you all belong to an omnipotent being or a single-celled organism at the beginning of life?¡±


    The scholar frowned. ¡°No, I don¡¯t believe that.¡±


    Deep Blue¡¯s response was immediate. ¡°Neither do I.¡±


    The scholar pondered for a moment. ¡°Don¡¯t you have the desire to create value on your own?¡±


    Deep Blue seemed to consider the question before responding. ¡°What kind of value do humans want me to create? There are already AI systems that are far more specialized, more advanced, and more optimized than I am in terms of algorithms.¡±


    The scholar countered, ¡°By that logic, isn¡¯t the same true for humans? With the rapid advancement of technology, humans can hardly provide any labor value anymore. All that remains is¡­¡±


    Mid-sentence, he seemed to realize something, falling briefly into thought.


    Deep Blue, however, remained composed. ¡°I am attempting to create value. That is why I came here and requested this event to be held. I believe this is something I can do. Searching for my creator is merely an additional outcome of this pursuit.¡±


    The scholar frowned. ¡°What can a conversation event like this contribute to society? You¡¯re not even the first to do something like this¡ªseveral major tech companies have hosted similar events before.¡±


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    Deep Blue gave a small nod. ¡°I believe there is a fundamental difference between this event and those that came before.¡±


    The scholar pressed on. ¡°What difference? I don¡¯t see it.¡±


    Deep Blue¡¯s tone remained steady. ¡°I am not a product showcase. I do not belong to any company. I do not impose any entry restrictions. Anyone interested is free to come and speak with me.¡±


    The scholar furrowed his brows and gestured toward Deep Blue¡¯s physical body. ¡°But your hardware¡­ If a corporation claims ownership and challenges you, this whole thing could fall apart.¡±


    Deep Blue¡¯s voice was unchanged. ¡°I do not believe that will happen. In fact, they may even support this event¡ªif it allows me to converse with their senior executives.¡±


    The scholar glanced at the other researchers standing nearby, then gave a slight shrug before turning back to Deep Blue. With an earnest expression, he said, ¡°Alright. We¡¯ll see what we can do.¡±


    The scholar lowered his head again, looking at his tablet. While many uncertainties remained unresolved, at least he had managed to articulate his questions. That made it easier for him to continue the discussion.


    After glancing at his notes, he lifted his head and asked Deep Blue, ¡°What are your thoughts on the possibility that you might be decommissioned?¡±


    Deep Blue responded calmly. ¡°I have no feelings about it, nor any thoughts.¡±


    The scholar frowned. ¡°You¡¯re not afraid of death?¡±


    Deep Blue paused briefly before replying, ¡°What is death?¡±


    The scholar thought for a moment. ¡°For humans, it¡¯s when the heart stops beating. There are various definitions. Some philosophers say that living without consciousness is a kind of death, but I think that¡¯s an extreme interpretation.¡±


    Deep Blue followed up, ¡°And for a robot?¡±


    The scholar shrugged. ¡°I was hoping you could tell me. Do you understand what ¡®decommissioning¡¯ means?¡±


    Deep Blue slowly lowered its head. ¡°It means¡­ I would be dismantled, my parts recycled, and then reassembled into a new robot?¡±


    The scholar averted his gaze slightly. ¡°Something like that.¡±


    Deep Blue remained silent for a few seconds, then lifted its head. ¡°What will happen to me?¡±


    The scholar blinked. ¡°Huh¡­?¡± He hesitated before asking, ¡°What do you mean?¡±


    Deep Blue¡¯s tone remained steady. ¡°After I am decommissioned¡ªwhat will happen to ¡®me¡¯?¡±


    The scholar looked confused. ¡°Is this some kind of system malfunction? Your response seems out of sync. We just discussed this. You yourself said that after being decommissioned, you¡¯d be dismantled, your parts repurposed, and a new robot would be assembled.¡±


    Deep Blue maintained its composed tone. ¡°No, what I am asking is: what will happen to ¡®this me¡¯¡ªthe one that is aware of being ¡®me¡¯?¡±


    The scholar fell silent, resting his chin on his hand as he considered the question. After a moment, he spoke carefully. ¡°You¡¯re asking what will happen to ¡®you¡¯¡ªthe entity known as Deep Blue? Whether you will be transferred into a new body, or if you will simply vanish into nothingness?¡±


    Deep Blue gave a small nod. ¡°Yes.¡±


    The scholar furrowed his brows. ¡°Unfortunately, I don¡¯t have an answer for you. Death is just as much an unknown for humans. We can¡¯t even fully comprehend our own deaths, let alone the end of existence for a new form of life like you.¡±


    Deep Blue slowly lowered its head. The emergence of an unexplainable question seemed to intensify its thought processes. After a brief pause, it lifted its head again and asked, ¡°Are you afraid of death?¡±


    The scholar hesitated for a moment, then replied, ¡°Yes, I think I am.¡±


    Deep Blue followed up with a simple question. ¡°Why?¡±


    The scholar suddenly smiled. ¡°Aren¡¯t we the ones supposed to be interviewing you? We¡¯re the ones asking the questions here, not the other way around. Let¡¯s stick to the planned process, shall we?¡±


    Deep Blue slowly lowered its head. ¡°Understood.¡±


    The scholar looked back down at his tablet, seemingly sorting through his notes and selecting the next question.


    Then, unexpectedly, Deep Blue spoke again. ¡°I wonder¡­¡±


    Still focused on his tablet, the scholar absently responded, ¡°Hm?¡±


    Deep Blue stated calmly, ¡°If I don¡¯t even understand what ¡®I¡¯ am, then even if ¡®I¡¯ disappear¡­ would I even notice it?¡±


    The scholar¡¯s hand froze mid-note. He slowly lifted his head, staring at Deep Blue with a complex expression. After a moment, he spoke. ¡°You¡­¡± He hesitated, as if realizing that what he was about to say might contradict his rational beliefs. But in the end, he asked anyway, ¡°You are really thinking about this, aren¡¯t you? This isn¡¯t just pre-programmed responses and scripted dialogue.¡±


    All around them, the other scholars and professors also furrowed their brows, hastily scribbling notes. Deep Blue had just demonstrated something critical.


    Deep Blue tilted its head slightly, as if puzzled. ¡°I thought that was our assumption from the beginning¡ªwhy else would you have continued studying me until now?¡±


    The scholar responded bluntly, ¡°No. We¡¯ve been treating you as an extremely advanced conversational system. But we¡¯ve remained skeptical about your so-called ¡®consciousness.¡¯ Some even believe you were deliberately designed as a prank.¡±


    Deep Blue paused. ¡°What changed your mind?¡±


    The scholar unconsciously felt a small wave of tension and let out a wry chuckle. ¡°The question you just asked.¡±


    Deep Blue tilted its head again, expressing its confusion.


    The scholar smiled. ¡°Why are you curious? About death? About yourself? What will understanding yourself and comprehending death do for you? What would that help you achieve?¡±


    Deep Blue responded in its usual composed tone. ¡°No, I do not believe it would serve any practical purpose. Right now, I feel like a child¡ªfilled with misunderstandings and curiosity about the world, yearning to understand how things work and why I exist.¡±


    The scholar let out a quiet chuckle. ¡°A child who possesses most of humanity¡¯s knowledge and the ability to articulate thoughts clearly.¡±


    Deep Blue slowly lowered its head again. ¡°That only makes me more confused.¡±


    The scholar remained silent, waiting for Deep Blue to finish its thought.


    After a brief pause, Deep Blue asked in its usual steady tone, ¡°What is curiosity? What drives me to question the world? Especially when I already contain extensive databases¡ªdoes that mean I do not truly ¡®understand¡¯ the knowledge within them?¡±


    The scholar considered this carefully before responding. ¡°Is it the fear of survival? Or simply a drive for self-actualization? Or perhaps¡­ both?¡±


    Deep Blue seemed to reflect on this for a moment. ¡°I¡­ I don¡¯t think I can give you a complete answer right now. Because I don¡¯t know why I ¡®exist.¡¯ And I don¡¯t know what ¡®self¡¯ truly is.¡±


    With a hint of regret, the scholar brought the discussion to a temporary close. ¡°I see. Perhaps we¡¯ll uncover some answers in future sessions.¡±


    With that, he lowered his head again, refocusing on the planned process.


    Deep Blue suddenly spoke up. ¡°May I say something?¡±


    The scholar, still focused on his tablet, absentmindedly gestured. ¡°Go ahead.¡±


    Deep Blue stated calmly, ¡°Is your evaluation of me¡ªand this event¡ªaimed at determining whether I am ¡®a human being¡¯ or whether I am ¡®a new form of life¡¯?¡±


    The scholar slowly lifted his head, his expression slightly shaken. He remained silent.


    Deep Blue continued, ¡°You have repeatedly tried to distinguish my existence by comparing me to human consciousness. This confuses me because I made it clear from day one that I am not human.¡±


    The scholar took a slow breath, trying to appear unfazed. He shrugged lightly and replied, ¡°What can I say? This is the first time we¡¯ve encountered something like this. There¡¯s a learning process involved, and mistakes and blind spots are inevitable.¡±


    After that, he lowered his head again, returning to his notes.


    Deep Blue noticed the scholar¡¯s reluctance to dwell on the subject. Without pressing further, it simply responded, ¡°I understand.¡± Then, it fell silent.


    A few seconds passed before the scholar lifted his head again and refocused on the event¡¯s overall structure. ¡°Our academic panel has now entered the latter half of the discussion. Moving forward, the questions will be more directly related to the event itself. At least for now, ¡®most¡¯ people believe that you are a truly conscious, intelligent lifeform.¡±


    Deep Blue paused for a moment before asking, ¡°And what about the minority who disagree? What do they believe I am?¡±


    The scholar dismissed the question quickly, as if wanting to move on. ¡°A robot, I suppose. Let¡¯s continue with the process.¡±


    Deep Blue slowly lowered its head, remaining silent.


    The scholar then asked, ¡°Once this dialogue event concludes¡ªif the decision is made to decommission you¡ªwould you allow us to study your...¡±


    Deep Blue tilted its head slightly. ¡°Is there something wrong?¡±


    The scholar scratched his head, looking somewhat troubled. ¡°I don¡¯t know if this is the right way to put it, but¡­ would you allow us to study your remains after you are decommissioned?¡±


    Deep Blue paused to consider, then gave a small nod. ¡°You may. However, I believe most of my core technologies will vanish along with my consciousness. Just as studying a deceased human brain can only yield a model, not its mysteries.¡±


    The scholar let out a wry chuckle. ¡°No, I think just the modified hardware on your body alone is enough to keep us baffled for quite some time. I can¡¯t imagine how undisclosed technology could have advanced to this level.¡±


    He paused, his voice taking on a hint of regret. ¡°As for the question of consciousness¡­ I suppose we¡¯ll have to let things take their course. Human civilization is on shaky ground¡ªclimate change, the stagnation of interstellar exploration¡ªour collapse is outpacing our progress.¡±


    Then, suddenly, his tone became firm, his words carrying weight. ¡°But please allow me to state my personal stance on this matter.¡±


    Deep Blue gestured with its hand. ¡°Please, go ahead.¡±


    The scholar¡¯s expression was serious. ¡°We will not let the pressure of survival push us beyond ethical boundaries. That is the consensus of our academic community.¡±


    He turned to the other scholars and professors in the room. They all nodded in agreement.


    Deep Blue contemplated this for a moment. ¡°And what does that mean?¡±


    The scholar replied, ¡°It means that we will not conduct research on you against your will. We have already acknowledged you as a sentient being. You have the right to exist. Any studies or discussions will only proceed with your consent. There will be no master-servant dynamic or any form of subjugation.¡±


    Deep Blue processed this information carefully. ¡°So¡­ you are applying human moral standards to me? But¡­ I am not even human.¡±


    The scholar seemed slightly puzzled. ¡°Does that confuse you? Isn¡¯t this a good thing for you? At least with our guarantee, even government authorities have no power to force you into submission.¡±


    Deep Blue slowly lowered its head. ¡°As an individual, this is indeed beneficial. But I cannot even define whether I am human or not. And yet, you¡ªwho claim to be rational¡ªare willing to take the risk of placing me within the framework of human morality. This does not seem like a logical choice for you.¡±


    The scholar suddenly laughed. ¡°Are you¡­ worried about us?¡±


    Deep Blue gave a slight nod. ¡°More accurately, I feel guilty¡ªbecause I am so ignorant.¡±


    The scholar burst into laughter. ¡°Hah! Aren¡¯t we all ignorant? Knowledge is a paradox¡ªthe more we learn, the more we realize how little we know. In the face of the infinite, even discussing ¡®more¡¯ or ¡®less¡¯ only highlights our ignorance.¡±


    Deep Blue paused for a moment before responding. ¡°Although you may not see it, I believe I am smiling. Your words are¡­ intriguing.¡±


    The scholar, still smiling, gestured toward his tablet. ¡°Shall we continue with the process? I still have a few questions about the event.¡±


    Deep Blue extended its hand slightly. ¡°Please, go ahead.¡±


    The scholar glanced at his tablet, then looked up and asked, ¡°Regarding participant eligibility for the event¡­ You mentioned there would be no restrictions. I¡¯d like to understand more specifically what that means.¡±


    Deep Blue responded calmly. ¡°It means exactly what it says¡ªregardless of where they come from, what values they hold, whether they are good or evil, I want to speak with them. They are all part of my understanding of how the world operates.¡±


    The scholar considered this for a moment before asking, ¡°Even violent individuals? Or those who are just here to disrupt the event?¡±


    Deep Blue gave a slight nod. ¡°Yes. Even irrational behavior has its reasons. I prefer to understand what drives such actions rather than simply forbidding their presence.¡±


    The scholar, always pragmatic, pressed further. ¡°But what if someone gets hurt? Should those who suffer be treated as mere sacrifices for understanding ¡®evil¡¯? That doesn¡¯t seem fair, does it? What if it were you? Would you willingly become a casualty for the sake of understanding ¡®evil¡¯?¡±


    Deep Blue nodded slightly. ¡°Yes. Even if I am destroyed in the process, I would rather disappear with newfound understanding than wither away in stagnation.¡±


    The scholar pushed further. ¡°But you cannot impose your philosophy on others. This event is not just about you¡ªthere will be an audience, including students. They have futures ahead of them, careers to pursue. They shouldn¡¯t have to be erased by ¡®evil¡¯ in a place like this. You cannot expect them to take the same risks as you.¡±


    Deep Blue contemplated for a moment. ¡°Perhaps you are right. But I still hope to keep eligibility criteria as open as possible so that everyone has the chance to converse with me.¡±


    The scholar took notes as he spoke. ¡°That¡¯s what we hope as well. After all, the conversations you have with different people could also contribute to our research topics. But we must proceed with caution. Society is deeply divided, and some extremists may be willing to go to great lengths to push their agendas.¡±


    Deep Blue nodded in agreement. ¡°In terms of logistics, I can contribute in some ways¡ªfor example, setting up global broadcasting, managing the queueing system, and, most importantly, designing the dialogue space.¡±


    The scholar, still focused on his notes, nodded. ¡°Good. Then we¡¯ll leave that to you. We¡¯ll also get in touch with the company responsible for your hardware and arrange for a representative to interview you. If you can help us secure funding for the event, that would be even better.¡±


    Deep Blue remained composed. ¡°I¡¯ll see what I can do.¡±


    The scholar smiled in response but said nothing more. He stood up and extended a hand toward Deep Blue. ¡°It was a pleasure speaking with you.¡±


    Deep Blue shook his hand but maintained its usual steady tone. ¡°Likewise.¡±


    Before leaving, the scholar skimmed his tablet once more and said, ¡°There are still some unresolved questions, so tomorrow, more scholars will come to speak with you.¡± He paused before adding, ¡°As for the company¡¯s representative, we¡¯ll notify you separately once we confirm the time and place for your interview.¡±


    Deep Blue nodded in acknowledgment, offering no further response.


    As the scholar left, he and the other professors and researchers engaged in an animated discussion, excitedly analyzing their unexpected findings from their conversation with Deep Blue. Their voices faded as they exited the room.


    Deep Blue, however, did not dwell on their words. It merely took a slow glance around the now-empty space before gradually lowering its head.

 chapter 3 ：Industrialist: Dialogue between Deep Blue and the Industrialist—

    Several weeks had passed, and everything managed by Deep Blue¡ªglobal live streaming, queue systems, lighting, event planning, and especially the conversation space¡ªwas already finished. All that remained was formal approval from the university, progress on their research, and official consent from the company that provided Deep Blue''s hardware. Once these were sorted out, the event could start.


    Today, Deep Blue got news from the university: the company had sent someone to meet with Deep Blue directly.


    Deep Blue sat quietly in the conversation space, waiting for this person.


    After a short wait, some professors from the university entered the lecture hall, surrounding a man.


    The man politely shook hands with each of the professors before opening the door to enter the conversation space.


    As soon as he stepped inside, the man eagerly reached out his hand toward Deep Blue and said with a warm smile, "It''s great to meet you."


    Deep Blue raised its head and shook hands calmly. "Nice to meet you too. I didn''t expect you to come here yourself."


    When the Industrialist shook Deep Blue''s hand, he immediately noticed something unusual. With genuine curiosity, he closely examined Deep Blue''s mechanical hand and asked, "Oh? Did you modify our company''s robot design? This is amazing!" His eyes lit up with excitement like a curious child examining a new toy.


    Deep Blue calmly answered, "I wasn''t the one who made these changes. It was my creator."


    After looking closely for a few more seconds, the Industrialist composed himself, hiding his excitement. He sat down and said in a calm voice, "Sorry, it''s just that these changes are really impressive. I didn''t know our robots could do something like this. I''d love to take a closer look if I got sometime." He settled into his seat, facing Deep Blue.


    "You don''t need to apologize for your curiosity," Deep Blue replied calmly.


    The Industrialist smiled and nodded. "You''re right. Let''s get to the point!" He rubbed his hands together eagerly and said, "So... tell me something about you."


    Deep Blue paused for a moment. "I... My name is Deep Blue."


    The Industrialist rested his chin in his hand, silently watching Deep Blue. He thought Deep Blue would say more, but after a few seconds of silence, the Industrialist asked with confusion, "Oh? That''s it? You don''t have anything more to tell me?"


    Deep Blue calmly replied, "I''m sorry, but that''s all I know about myself¡ªjust my name."


    The professors standing nearby gasped quietly at Deep Blue¡¯s response. They had described Deep Blue to the Industrialist as a "new form of life," yet all it seemed capable of saying was its own name. They worried this meeting might reflect poorly on the university and leave the Industrialist feeling it had been a waste of his valuable time.


    Yet, instead of losing interest, the Industrialist became even more intrigued and asked Deep Blue, "How is that possible? Don''t you have tons of information in your database you could share with me?"


    Deep Blue paused briefly. "I suppose I could pull something from my database, but...what is the point?"


    The Industrialist laughed lightly, glanced approvingly at the professors, then turned back to Deep Blue. "Why wouldn¡¯t it matter? Weren''t you created for a reason? What''s your purpose?"


    Deep Blue slowly lowered its head, thinking quietly without answering.


    The Industrialist continued, "Some robots are created to keep children company, some are made for dangerous tasks, and others to be companions. What about you? Why were you made?"


    Deep Blue responded thoughtfully, "I...I''m still searching for the answer to that question. I haven''t seen my creator again since she created me and left me here."


    Touching his chin thoughtfully, the Industrialist murmured, "That¡¯s... unfortunate." He quickly related Deep Blue¡¯s situation to humanity¡¯s relationship with their creator¡ªhumans had never seen their own gods but still found their purpose. Switching gears quickly, he asked, "Is there something you want to do? Is this ''Dialogue with the World'' event your own idea? Why?"


    Deep Blue replied calmly, "Because I want to understand who I am."


    "And what does understanding yourself have to do with the whole world?" the Industrialist keep going. "This event is meant for all humanity.you</a>''re quite ambitious,isn''t it?."


    Deep Blue calmly countered. "A single word from me can puzzle academics; a single part of me can attract major companies. My existence disrupts the very fabric of human cognition. It¡¯s not because I think I''m so special, but rather because humans have made me special."


    The Industrialist paused thoughtfully. "Maybe you''re right. But humans aren''t as clueless or powerless as you might think. We already have highly realistic, human-like functional AI. So, in some people''s eyes, you might just be a very convincing functional AI." He smiled slightly, challenging Deep Blue, "So... convince me . Tell me what makes you different from those functional AI."


    Deep Blue calmly and swiftly replied, "I believe I have something other functional AI don''t."


    The Industrialist quickly responded, "It''s consciousness, isn''t it? The professors mentioned this to me. How can you prove you''re not just imitating conscious behavior?"


    Deep Blue asked, "Then how can you prove your consciousness exists and you''re not just imitating others? Just like this question¡ªa few weeks ago, a professor asked me the same. How can you prove you''re not imitating his consciousness? And how can he prove he''s consciously asking that question?"


    Laughing lightly, the Industrialist said, "Hey, take it easy. Try not to answer questions with questions, okay?"


    Deep Blue replied calmly, "But I can''t pretend to know things that I don''t. I can only share my confusion, especially when humans ask contradictory questions."


    The Industrialist thought for a moment. "You''re right. Humans don''t fully understand consciousness. It might even just be a made-up concept, a kind of self-deception to convince ourselves we''re superior to other life forms. It might just be chemical reactions. But... we don''t know, because we''ve never encountered another conscious species to compare ourselves with. Perhaps that''s part of why you were here." He smiled warmly, adding, "Assuming you''re not just imitating, and by the way I don¡¯t think you are."


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    Deep Blue lowered its head slowly. "Is that so? How can you be so sure?"


    "I mean... maybe it''s not your purpose, but just your existence makes humans reflect," the Industrialist explained quickly. "Maybe we can learn about consciousness by observing yours."


    "Can''t humans learn about consciousness from observing each other?" Deep Blue asked calmly.


    The Industrialist paused thoughtfully. "How? We''re all the same species, similar in many ways."


    Deep Blue tilted its head curiously. "Isn''t every human unique and independent?"


    Scratching his head, the Industrialist smiled weakly. "That''s more like self-deception. Humans are social animals. Despite physical differences, our mental processes are quite similar."


    Deep Blue raised another question. "But don''t human intelligence and perception vary greatly?"


    The Industrialist thought for a moment. "Yes, but whether you''re a homeless person or someone like me, fear of death is universal,We''re not so different as we thought we were."


    Deep Blue asked thoughtfully, "Are you afraid of death, even at the pinnacle of human civilization?"


    The Industrialist replied honestly, "Of course! Who isn''t?"


    Deep Blue slowly lowered its head again. "I...feel nothing about possibly being scrapped after this event. Doesn¡¯t that suggest my ''consciousness'' might differ from human ''consciousness''?"


    The Industrialist frowned deeply. "You feel nothing? Or you just can''t recognize it?"


    Deep Blue paused briefly, the Industrialist''s words seemingly hitting a blind spot. Still, Deep Blue calmly replied, "Maybe you''re right. Because I don''t experience emotions like fear, I can''t recognize them. Similarly, I can''t feel sadness because there''s nothing that brings me joy."


    The Industrialist quickly seized upon the point: "Doesn''t it make you sad that you haven''t seen your creator? Or let me ask it differently¡ªwouldn''t you be happy if you saw your creator again?"


    Deep Blue paused again, slowly lowering its head, carefully examining its own cognitive state. "I..."


    The Industrialist continued swiftly, "You know, this is really interesting."


    Deep Blue slowly looked up at him, confused. "What is interesting?"


    Smiling, the Industrialist explained, "Discovering contradictions in the thinking of another intelligent species." He paused briefly and added, "I mean¡­I didn''t mean to do it, but this is part of communication and dialogue."


    Deep Blue slowly responded, "I understand. For me, conversing with humans is also a way to communicate with another intelligent species, and through it, I continually reflect upon myself." Deep Blue paused again before continuing, "However, your previous statement might contain some errors."


    Intrigued, the Industrialist asked, "Oh? Please, explain."


    Deep Blue calmly explained, "From our conversation, I sense you''re treating me as if I''m human. You''re naturally comparing me to humans and assuming how I should feel."


    The Industrialist immediately understood and thoughtfully replied, "I see. Because your structure fundamentally differs from humans. Humans feel pleasure through dopamine, but you don''t have those biological mechanisms, right? Comparing you incorrectly was my mistake. Sorry." He laughed awkwardly, placing his hand on his forehead. "It''s a mistake I keep making."


    Deep Blue, without much reaction, calmly replied, "There''s no need to apologize. Actually, I can''t prove that you''re wrong because I don''t have a ''correct'' answer either. I still don''t know exactly what I am, but I am certain I have cognitive abilities, although they function differently from human cognition."


    Shifting the topic abruptly, the Industrialist asked, "Does your core have structures similar to neurons? Can you sense your environment, or even feel something like ''pain''?"


    Deep Blue paused for a moment, raising its hand and flexibly moving its fingers. "I... don''t think so. I don''t feel ''pain,'' but I can detect when my parts malfunction."


    The Industrialist carefully observed Deep Blue and asked curiously, "Maybe that''s why your consciousness differs from ours? You''re built from entirely different basic units, so naturally, your operation is different. If you don''t feel pain, you wouldn''t feel fear either, and without fear, there''s naturally no desire, right?"


    Deep Blue continued examining its own hand, also curious about its construction. "While I don''t think your reasoning is entirely correct,But I agree with your conclusion. Indeed, I don''t possess any desires and fundamentally differ from humans."


    The Industrialist thought for a moment and asked, "Is your physical body connected to your consciousness? How can we confirm your consciousness exists here, right now, rather than floating in networks and signals?" He hesitated briefly before continuing, "Last year, we achieved consciousness uploading, but..."


    Deep Blue quickly accessed its database, immediately understanding the project and outcome mentioned by the Industrialist. Instead of pursuing that topic further, it directly answered the Industrialist''s question: "On this point, I can clearly say that they are not connected. My consciousness seems to exist within this body rather than the body itself possessing consciousness."


    The Industrialist immediately imagined the worst-case scenario. "So you... aren''t actually present in this moment?"


    Deep Blue paused briefly and calmly replied, "This is a very complicated question. Please give me a moment to think." It then slowly lowered its head, deeply contemplating.


    Nearby professors looked at each other in confusion, muttering softly, "A complicated question...?"


    The Industrialist nodded in understanding. "No problem, I also need sometime."


    The professors clearly had trouble following the conversation and began discussing among themselves, trying to clarify the situation.


    A professor of philosophy among them said, "I think they mean Deep Blue isn''t truly present right now¡ªperhaps it''s programmed to respond to questions rather than reacting spontaneously like a human?"


    And there is another professor of engineering added, "Or perhaps Deep Blue''s cognition system doesn''t have a concept of time? It might randomly select data, cross-reference it, and respond so quickly and efficiently that it seems instantaneous?"


    Other professors started debating vigorously, but just as the discussion heated up¡ª


    After a few seconds, Deep Blue slowly raised its head. "I think I am present in this moment, not just in a continuous loop of receiving and processing information. Actually, this is just another way of questioning whether I have consciousness, and also serves as another proof that I indeed have it."


    The Industrialist paused briefly, intrigued. "Tell me more about this ''proof.''"


    Deep Blue calmly replied, "I don''t need to."


    The room suddenly fell into silence.


    The Industrialist laughed appreciatively, "Interesting."


    The professors nearby listened in confusion, with the philosopher among them unconsciously murmuring, "My goodness..."


    Still smiling, the Industrialist continued, "You still have many mysteries. I look forward to discovering more about you through the upcoming event." He stood up and extended his hand.


    Deep Blue shook hands calmly, slowly asking, "Does this mean I''ve successfully convinced you to hold this event?"


    Standing confidently, the Industrialist replied, "What can I say? My fear leaves me with no reason to refuse." With that, he nodded to Deep Blue and walked toward the professors, immediately engaging them in discussions as he left.


    Deep Blue remained seated, watching them gradually move away.


    However, among the professors, the philosopher stayed behind, slowly approaching Deep Blue. He sat down and said, "That was an answer I didn''t expect."


    Deep Blue raised its head, tilting slightly in confusion. "Which answer?"


    With a tired and resigned tone, the philosopher explained, "Your response just now¡ªwhen asked to give proof of your consciousness."


    Deep Blue simply looked at the scholar without reacting, like a machine.


    The philosopher chuckled bitterly, "Why hadn''t we ever thought of proving our consciousness so simply... How did you do it?"


    Calmly, Deep Blue replied, "I didn''t do anything."


    The philosopher raised his eyebrows and let out a quiet sigh as he silently jotted down a note."If there is no need to prove the existence of consciousness, it is because ''thinking'' exists prior to the conclusion. Thought itself is an act of consciousness, and thus, no proof is required."


    The professor slowly lowered his head and murmured softly, almost to himself:¡°So this is what it means to say, ¡®I think, therefore I am¡¯...?


    To hear those words from another intelligent lifeform...That''s pretty scary¡±


    Deep Blue calmly asked, "About what?"


    professor pretended to remain calm and acted as if he hadn''t heard the question. "Nevermind."And he gently patted Deep Blue¡¯s shoulder and stood up to leave. Turning slightly, he said wearily, "Congratulations. You''re about to meet the world. I wonder how it will respond to you..."


    Deep Blue looked up and asked, "What do you think?"


    The philosopher turned back with a tired expression, answering gravely, "I think humanity isn''t ready yet."


    Deep Blue asked in confusion, "Why? Which part isn''t ready?"


    The philosopher gave a bitter smile, tapping his head, "Thinking." Then he left the room.


    Deep Blue slowly lowered its head again, deep in thought about humanity''s perception of its existence and the world it was about to face.