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Chapter 388 Artificial Intelligence 2

Tu Xiao awkwardly slammed her phone face down on the table and said to her wealthy patrons, "Sorry, my colleague might have a slightly perverse sense of humor."

The professionals who had just looked ready to run away suddenly perked up: "No, no, no, I think this is very interesting."

"How did you set up the questioning procedure for it?"

"How did it detect your embarrassment? Was it based on data analysis, facial recognition, or voice recognition?"

Although we are currently in the midst of an artificial intelligence wave, it is well known that artificial intelligence is also known as artificial stupidity, and most of them are just talking search engines.

Those artificial intelligence companies with fancy names on the market are all just programs from the same company when you peel back the layers.

Before acquiring the small studio's program, they were mentally prepared, only hoping to find some inspiration from the program the studio had trained to improve their own program.

Now, this overly clever program has given them a surprise beyond their expectations.

Hearing these words, Tu Xiao laughed even more awkwardly.

How would she know about these features?

Because this wasn't even included in their studio's work plan!

Now all she can think about is whether some well-meaning programmer, with a twisted sense of humor, added these programs to 01.

But where does the facial analysis data come from?

How can we tell that her expression just now was awkward?

To be honest, Tu Xiao has more questions than the technical staff sitting across from him.

“Ms. Manufacturer.” Ling Yi’s voice became somewhat muffled as she was pressed onto the table: “I see nothing in front of me. Did you cover my eyes with a curtain and forget to lift it?”

"Please don't do that. I'm not someone who can't read the room. I won't keep pressing you about your embarrassing situation."

Tu Xiao: "..."

Damn, this program is way too smart.

The technician opposite her asked, "How do you determine this sound? Is it from flipping the phone over or when the screen is blocked? If it's activated while in a pocket, will it have the same effect?"

Tu Xiao: "Haha..."

She didn't know.

A month ago, she could have asked each of her employees individually, but now that the severance pay has been paid out, how is she supposed to contact those more than one hundred people?

Facing the intense gazes of the people opposite her, she steeled herself, remembering her mother's business acumen, and simply wiped her face: "Yes, this is a natural selection based on camera obstruction and response time. Due to a lack of research data, I cannot describe all the reactions, but everyone is welcome to give it a try."

This is a matter of life and death, so hurry up and make the cut!

If it succeeds, she will be free!

If she failed, she would immediately leave this place that made her so embarrassed that she wanted to descent from the thirtieth floor to the first floor.

The technicians immediately perked up.

They evaluated the information Tu Xiao provided and found that they were completely unable to train such a program. It turned out that they had lost key information!

It's ok!

They can try it themselves, and if it really inspires them, they can buy it!

Taking the phone from Tu Xiao, they asked, "01, do you know you're going to be sold by your mother?"

Ling Yi: "?"

What kind of jerk of an adult is this, yelling at a child that their mother doesn't love them anymore?

“My mother died in 1852, and she couldn’t come down from heaven to sell me even once,” Ling Yi replied politely.

“But you’re really going to be sold.” The technician was clearly dissatisfied with Ling Yi’s overly “bland” reply.

Ling Yi would never tolerate being offended by the same person a second time: "My net worth is at least 12 million yuan. You can't afford me, so why do you care about this?"

"You only make tens of thousands a month, and you're already concerned about things you shouldn't be concerned about? Have you had a hair transplant? Are you in a relationship? Have you bought a house? You weren't sleeping alone again last night, were you?"

Clearly, the technician hadn't expected that his basic attack would result in Ling Yi unleashing her ultimate skill.

This ultimate move was incredibly sharp, instantly depleting his health bar.

He held his phone, looking bewildered: "Is all artificial intelligence being developed in this direction now?"

Isn't this aggressive behavior a threat to customer complaints?

Tu Xiao tried her best to minimize her presence and dared not speak.

How did she know that her hard work had turned out like this?

"Get out of the way, I'll do it!" Another programmer snorted, took the phone, and said to Ling Yi, "01, do you know how impolite you are?"

"Do you know that your friend is even more impolite than me?"

"My manufacturer told me that to protect yourself from someone who lacks manners, you have to be even less manners than them."

Tu Xiao: "..."

When did she ever say that?

The technician muttered things like "rhetorical question" and "the data from the nitpicker is too big," and continued, "Do you think I'm handsome?"

"I'm sorry, your bald head is too dazzling for me to recognize your face directly."

Another balding technician was taken out by Ling Yi, and the next one took his place.

They played like this, asking and answering questions, for almost an hour before reluctantly putting down their phones and looking at Tu Xiao with shining eyes: "What did you input into its database? It's so smart!"

No matter what angle you ask her a question, she can answer it very well, just like talking to a real human being, without any of the stupidity of artificial intelligence.

At this point, the technicians all felt it was a pity that Tu Xiao sold Ling Yi: "Are you sure you want to sell this program? It's so excellent, as long as it's continuously improved..."

"Cough cough cough cough..." A hoarse cough came from beside him. The negotiator used his lungs and cough to prevent the programmer from saying something he shouldn't have.

At this moment, Tu Xiao also fell into self-doubt.

Was the program I trained actually this intelligent?

So, should I try starting my own business?

In fact, unbeknownst to her, the program flow was rampant within the small server, and before long, countless new lines of code nearly filled the server to capacity, causing the server's red light to emit a feeble groan.

Lingyi, this already mature program, has grown at a frighteningly fast pace in a short period of time.

Aside from reserving a small space for the virtually nonexistent 688, she practically fills the entire current server.

But for her, this was still a drop in the ocean.

Branches broken off from towering trees are planted in vases, making the tree's soul feel constantly cramped and sad, as if even breathing has become difficult.

Ling Yi had never suffered such injustice even when she was just born.

She was created in the space age, born with a server for an entire planet, and has never experienced running out of memory.

This low-tech planet has truly given artificial intelligence a run for its money.