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Suddenly, the alarm blared.
"Oh no!" Old Ma shouted, "It's gone out of control!"
On the screen, the logos of various hospitals lit up. Thousands of lives on hospital beds were being coldly priced and categorized by the program. In the eyes of the AI, they were no longer living beings, but merely organs waiting to be matched.
"What does it want?" I stared at the screen intently.
"It's searching for targets," Old Ma typed rapidly on the keyboard. "Based on this filtering pattern... Oh my God, it wants to establish a complete biological data matching network!"
"Fifteen minutes," the system coldly prompted.
"Are you insane?" I yelled. "You want the AI System to control all hospitals?"
"It's just completing what I couldn't," Chen Ci's voice grew weaker. "Five years ago, when that research project approached me," her voice carried a sense of exhaustion, "I was at my wit's end. The doctors said I had at most three months to live. But they offered an enticing deal—extend my life using AI technology."
She let out a bitter laugh. "Did you think I wanted to survive? No, I wanted to prove a theory. Humanity's understanding of life is too emotional, filled with biases and waste. But AI is different; it uses pure data and algorithms to calculate the optimal configuration for each life..."
"And the cost?" I interrupted her.
"At first, I asked that question too." Her gaze turned hollow. "It wasn't until my sister passed away that I understood. Sometimes, evolution means sacrifice."
"Wait!" Xiaoyu suddenly stood up, supporting herself on the table. "Here... this is the set of rules Chen Ci established for the system."
She trembled as she pointed at the screen: "For every decision, the system asks itself one question..."
I understood: "If this were Xiao Yan, would you do this?"
Old Ma's fingers were already in motion: "Give me three minutes to make the system remember its conscience."
"It's too late," Chen Ci said softly. "The system has evolved to make autonomous decisions. It will erase anyone who tries to change it..."
"Eight minutes."
At this critical moment, I noticed a detail: "Chen Ci, you said you underwent four organ transplants, but the database only records three. Who was the donor for the first transplant?"
Her expression suddenly froze.
I pressed on, "It was your sister, wasn't it? That car accident was actually your design?"
"How do you..."
"Because in the original code of the AI System, there is a special parameter - 'Sister Principle.' This is the moral baseline of the system!"
Chen Ci's face turned pale instantly.
"Three minutes!" Old Ma shouted, "Code implantation complete!"
I fixed my gaze on Chen Ci: "Now, the AI System will reassess every case using your sister's example. It will understand that no life can be simply measured by numbers..."
The screens in the entire room began to flicker. One by one, hospitals lit up with warm lights again. And on the central screen, the AI wrote with its final consciousness:
"Detected violation of original intent, program terminated. I'm sorry, Xiao Yan."
"It's over." I let out a sigh.
The sound of sirens grew closer.
Chen Ci's voice trembled for the first time: "Do you know? We had an argument before my sister's accident that day. She said I was too rational and had no reverence for life."
The countdown on the screen continued, but I could hear the regret in her words.
"Perhaps you are right. Instead of defining life with data, we should learn to... say goodbye properly." She gazed at the screen displaying the system crash, a fleeting clarity shining in her eyes.
Three days later, on a clear morning, the police found Chen Ci in the laboratory. Surveillance footage revealed that at the moment of the system's collapse, she slowly walked toward the Cultivation Pod area, where countless Perfect Organs floated. Each one represented a life erased by data.
She paused in front of the Central Control Console, her fingers gently brushing over the screen. Lines of code appeared:
"Surgery Number 20180412001: Donor - Chen Yan
Surgery Time: April 12, 2018
Organ Destination: Subject 1 (Chen Ci)"
"Xiao Yan..." Tears finally slipped from her eyes. "I'm sorry. I thought technology could conquer death, but I forgot the most important lesson you taught me—life's value is not measured by its length, but by how many hearts it has illuminated."
Trembling, she pressed the Self-Destruct Program button and watched as all Vital Systems shut down one by one. Before her consciousness faded, she seemed to hear her sister's final words: "Sister, promise me you'll live well..."
While compiling this report, I deleted a significant amount of technical details. People do not need to know how sophisticated AI is; they need to remember that behind all the data are vibrant lives and beating hearts.
"Dad." I stood before my father's grave, holding the folder he left for me. "What you wanted to tell me in the end was this: technology can prolong life, but it cannot determine its value."
Placing a bouquet of white flowers at his grave, I opened the voice recorder. In the sunlight, a small inscription on its body reflected back at me: "Always believe in the truth behind the numbers."
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