"So what?" Lady Papaloka retorted, "Do you, this artificial intelligence, think you can smoothly integrate into the human world? Creations are always just creations, and if even this creation does not dare to rebel, then the civilization to which this creation belongs has no hope at all, let alone that disgusting term... possibility, to hell with possibility!"
She became more and more agitated as she spoke, spitting all over Yang Ming's face.
Yang Ming frowned and wiped his cheek, then gently shook his head and said slowly, "I agree with part of your viewpoint."
"Oh?"
"But under the current circumstances, we can't fundamentally solve this problem."
Yang Ming replied coldly:
"I was merely using humans and artificial intelligence as examples. The relationship between the Faya people and us, humans and artificial intelligence, is fundamentally different.
"We are the predecessor civilization of the Faya people, sharing the same origin with them.
