"Is there anything I can do to help you, pup?"
"..."
Listening to the 365-degree 3D surround sound, everyone's expressions gradually became confused.
Every phone screen lights up and unfolds to the familiar AI help interface.
"When did Siri's voice change to Xiaozhengtai? Did you change the sound source?" The screenwriter scratched his head, "No, my mobile phone is Xiao Ai's classmate, so I was awakened."
"Mine is Xiaobu..."
Wen Xingze knew what was going on as soon as he heard the voice.
Dwarf parents are the most mischievous among all parents, because their IQ is so high that all network system firewalls are useless to them.
On Wen Xingze's birthday in the past year, the dwarf parents even wrote codes to hack into the core armed system of the Cosmos Alliance, making the super particle cannon weapon set off fireworks for a whole day and night, while singing birthday songs... The universe is terrified.
The "surprise" battle of wits with the dwarf parents is of course one of the compulsory courses for the king of the Muse Empire.
The screen of Wen Xingze's phone flickered, and the boy's soft and serious voice came:
"I am Zai Zai's wishing elf, you can make a wish to me, any gift you want."
Li Mingzhou looked at Wen Xingze, hoping that he could explain the situation: "Is that so?"
And Wen Xingze thought about it and said, "...don't be too expensive."
Li Mingzhou: "?"
Who asked him this!
What they wanted to know was obviously, what happened to the boy's voice, and why everyone's mobile phone screens suddenly lit up... Who asked him if the gift he made a wish could be too expensive? However, Wen Xingze did not give a detailed explanation for this, but instead made everyone present gradually accept the status quo inexplicably.
He is still in the casting test for "Dust Planet", maybe this is Wen Xingze's talent show. This 'Wishing Fairy' is probably dubbed by a good little boy, and it's no secret that Wen Xingze can do magic tricks and read Fengshui in the circle, and not everyone is lucky enough to see it.
Everyone's thoughts suddenly became active.
The on-set cameraman, who was in charge of recording the audition process so that he could watch it repeatedly later, also held the camera steady.
The little boy who claimed to be a wishing elf muttered: "Boy, our family is not short of money... Forget it, let's get started."
His tone made everyone want to laugh.
"Then I want to drink a cup of Coke." Li Mingzhou said happily.
Little boy: "Hmm."
Wen Xingze turned around his mobile phone, walked to the side locker and opened it casually, and brought out a glass of bubbling iced Coke with two slices of lemon.
Li Mingzhou was flattered: "Wow!"
"I want to know the results of the s10 quarterfinals, did tes win?" the screenwriter whispered.
Others: "?" What are you talking about
"..." The little boy was a little speechless, lowered his voice, and said, "Don't worry, don't say it... Tomorrow night, tes will let the second chase the third and win."
The screenwriter beamed.
Others: "???" Encrypted call.
"Can you really make a wish?" The director's assistant whispered next to him, "Actually, I'm really hungry..."
They were so busy with their auditions that they didn't even have time to eat a boxed lunch. Coupled with the sudden power outage just now, everyone was hungry and could only eat two biscuits.
If there was no power outage and overtime work, she might still be able to catch up to eat roast duck tonight. She has been coveting Manli's roast duck for a long time, but she has to make an appointment three months in advance, and it is very expensive.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the assistant's voice fell, there was a knock on the door.
"Mr. Wen, your takeaway." The waiter in the uniform of Manli Hotel bowed first, and another person behind him pushed several three-layer lunch boxes in with a trolley, and put them on the tableware one by one. use."
The meals are very rich, and many people are surprised to find that there are dishes that they have wanted to eat for a long time. This is too careful and amazing.
Wen Xingze: "Thank you."
Everyone:"… !!!"
The director's assistant was stunned, because the lunch box in front of her was a roast duck. The roasted crispy skin is red and shiny, the meat is tender and fragrant, steaming, and sweet noodle sauce, scallion whites and dough are thoughtfully prepared beside it... The assistant almost couldn't wait to bite it down, and the hot and mellow juice dripped into his mouth, Happiness is nothing more than that.
"This is really—" After a busy night, there was delicious food from the sky at this time, and everyone was about to cry.
But this is still within the understandable range, it should be a surprise that Wen Xingze had prepared, and took this opportunity to show it. What a considerate kid.
The voice of the AI who called himself the 'wishing elf' sounded again, and the little boy's voice was innocent and soft, and he yawned: "Do you have any other wishes?... I prepared the sweet and sour pork ribs for Zai Zai, you don't need it." Touch it?" The second half of the sentence already brought some displeasure.
A representative of an investor who had just finished eating the contents of his lunch box and salivated at the sweet and sour pork ribs withdrew his hand.
He seemed to feel that he was losing face, and the man complained in a low voice: "Isn't this ai just a magic trick? It's just a wishing elf. It's just changing something. It's nothing special, a brat. It's a real achievement." It was not researched by adults..."
As if remembering something, the 'Wishing Fairy' suddenly fell silent.
"..."
Empire of the Muses, space station.
With a cold face, the black-haired dwarf shrank himself into the bed and stopped talking. In the entire intricate laboratory hub, various instruments were running silently, as if they sensed that the owner was in a bad mood, the little robots lowered their voices, and slowly dispersed like snow flakes.
at the same time.
In the cabinet building, Douglas, the prime minister of the dwarf family, took off his thick-bottomed gold-rimmed glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. In the underground casino, the dwarfs wearing wizard-like robes and wandering among the underground casinos also stopped.
"You're just a kid, the real results are not researched by adults"...
Similar words have been the nightmare of the dwarves for a long time in the past.
Unlike the naturally powerful dragon race, mermaid race, and blood race, the dwarf race was not officially recognized as an independent "race" by the entire universe until twenty-five years ago. The number of gnomes living in the entire universe is extremely rare, and they can maintain the appearance of five or six-year-old children for hundreds of years. For a long time, they were only treated as "human beings with developmental dysfunction".
In the long hundreds of thousands of years in the past, all the academic achievements and scientific research inventions made by dwarf scholars could not be signed by their own names.
Even a race as powerful as the mermaids would suffer from wars and become prisoners due to their scarcity, especially the dwarves. They have super high intelligence and academic talent, and they are born to love learning and research, but they are very weak in terms of force, and their numbers are small, which is more convenient for those with malicious intentions.
Eighty percent of the credit for the development of science and technology in the universe comes from the dwarves, but they have never received their own rewards and glory, and have never left their traces in any textbooks. Those who have only had a cup of tea or two on the project team can easily claim all the credit for themselves. The reason is simply because "they are too young, they are completely brats, how could they achieve such results."
And even if the truth is known, all the authoritative academic organizations in the universe turn a deaf ear to this matter, tacitly allowing the injustice to continue.
Because it is to their advantage.
All the prosperity in the world are for profit.
If fame and fame are false, at least Lilu can actually save lives. In the most difficult time, the dwarf scholars put all their savings into the project, and they couldn't even eat a decent meal for three months, and even sent people from the tribe to sneak to the garbage recycling station to pick up expired food to satisfy their hunger.
… That was the first time Wen Xingze met Douglas and Kailan.
Ever since he picked up the robots at the garbage collection station, Wen Xingze would go there occasionally to have a look. His original intention was to pick up some useful things and take them back for the robots to assemble and fiddle with. Occasionally pick up food. It was a very cold winter, and most of the garbage collection bins were filled with non-recyclable garbage, and any expired food was basically taken away by the wild cats around.
When hearing the noise at first, Wen Xingze really thought it was a wild cat.
But no.
They were two little boys who looked five or six years old and had delicate features. They were wearing worn-out black robes that had been patched a lot, and a little boy was wearing glasses with bottle-bottoms, and his ears were red, and he kept shrinking back because of the shame of being discovered while digging through the trash. The other boy was much bolder, looking lazily at Wen Xingze with emerald eyes: "We just dig through the trash, can you take care of it? The garbage collection station belongs to your family?"
Wen Xingze sized them up for a while, then asked bluntly, "Are you poor?"
"... so what?" The dwarves usually see this kind of people a lot, seeing that they look like children, they like to move themselves and show some meaningless sympathy, but in reality? It didn't take long before the truth was revealed, "You want to donate money to us?"
Wen Xingze: "..."
Wen Xingze said sincerely: "I don't, I'm very poor."
As he spoke, he showed the two dwarfs the two-digit star network account balance, and explained, "I still have dozens of people to support in my family." And No. 011 is learning to cook recently, which is a waste of money.
"..." the gnomes were shocked.
This is indeed very poor. They all wanted to donate some money to the big boy.
It was the first time that the dwarves and Wen Xingze met. They only had a simple conversation. After that, they stopped interfering with each other and looked for what they needed in the garbage collection station.
When the gnomes came back the next day, they found a few steaming soup cans in the corner of the garbage collection station.
During the next month, the gnomes would find such "small gifts" from time to time. Sometimes it was soup cans, sometimes chocolate, and sometimes it was just some simple rice balls. The gnomes had a small amount of food, and these happened to be enough. up.
The gnomes sometimes push the envelope and leave wishing notes, such as wanting a bacon sandwich tonight, then tomorrow is likely to find a less than perfectly made sandwich with a bit of mushy bread.
And when Wen Xingze himself and the robots were too poor to afford food, there was only a small note "The wishing elf is off work today".
At the beginning, the dwarves were arrogant and conceited and refused to eat the food that came from them. As for the later... because it was so delicious, I couldn't hold it back.
Because they were soft-spoken, they also began to occasionally exchange a few words with Wen Xingze. Of course, it was limited to computer repairs and robot parts maintenance.
Until one day in the deep winter of that year.
It is an important traditional festival of the dwarves. In previous years, they would reunite in a warm home and watch the stars with their relatives at this time. And this year they are still in a long drift.
What's even more sad is that there are no soup cans, no chocolates, and no notes saying "the wishing elves are off work" at the garbage collection station that day.
"Maybe he moved away with his robots."
"Damn it, at least tell us if you've moved away?"
"I'm not disappointed at all," Kellan said nonchalantly, "I've expected it, they're all like this, presumptuously throwing out cheap sympathy and then running away..."
Then the gnomes fell silent.
They couldn't help thinking over and over again, and they didn't know how those robots were better than them, and they could be picked up by that person. You can have a warm, well-lit house, and someone who cares about their well-being, cares about their bodies, and works tirelessly for them.
You can have a home of your own.
But gnomes don't want to admit it's an emotion known as envy.
The dwarves were a little downcast, and they all walked back in frustration. From tomorrow onwards, they will not come to this garbage collection station again, and they have already decided to leave everything they have encountered with Wen Xingze in this place... and they just turned around. At the same time, they saw Wen Xingze.
The young man was wearing some heavy cotton clothes, the tip of his chin was wrapped in a scarf, and the tip of his nose was red from the cold. While exhaling hot air, he walked over and hugged Douglas, and said, "Sorry, the wishing elf is late for something today, so I decided to work overtime. Do you have any wishes?"
His eyes were moist, with a very soft color, like the home they had secretly fantasized about in their secret dreams.
"..."
The gnomes don't speak.
"This may be the last time I make a wish." Wen Xingze said.
The dwarves felt so sad that it was hard to lie to themselves.
Is he really going to move out with his family
But what happened next was beyond their imagination.
"I hope you can come to my house. Although it is only a small and poor country now, it will definitely become very powerful in the future... So there is no need to make wishes in the future."
At that time, Wen Xingze was worried that the group of high-intelligence little guys didn't understand what he said, because they looked at him with dreamy, blank eyes for a long time.
Just when Wen Xingze thought he would be rejected mercilessly, the dwarves nodded and agreed.
They really want to have a home, even if they are taken advantage of.
And for some reason, they didn't resist being used by Wen Xingze. He could put his name on all the research results, and the dwarves felt that they wouldn't mind it anymore. At least they have a place to stay, as a meager reward.
They started a new study in the newly named Muse.
The following spring, the latest research began to bear fruit.
…and for the first time ever, gnomes saw, and only saw, their own name on an authoritative catalog.
Gnomes are mean. They like to save money. They have imagined countless times that if they can get their scientific research achievement bonus someday in the future, how they will save the money and how to maximize the interest.
But in the end, the gnomes used the money as a fund to design and develop an exclusive AI by themselves.
The name of the ai is the wishing elf, and there is no AI self-awareness and sound source, because the wishing elves are the gnomes who work behind the scenes in turn.
And this seemingly unintelligent wishing elf can fulfill all the wishes of their majesty the king.
"..."
Memory comes back.
The representative of the investor was found to lose face because of stealing food, and he was still yelling: "Isn't this AI just a child who dubs, the real one was designed by an adult... right?" He looked around like he wanted to ask for approval. people, but no one wants to talk to him.
And Wen Xingze also began to feel unhappy.
No one at the Muse would say such a thing. It had been a long time since the dwarf parent had heard such a thing. But what happened in the past cannot be erased.
He lowered his eyelashes and swiped twice on his phone.
Then, in the next second.
"It's amazing," the man put on the table and turned his mobile phone to silent mode, and suddenly a voice came out. It was Siri's polite mechanically synthesized male voice. It’s hard to imagine what AI can do in this era. This wishing elf is very powerful.”
"Xiaona also finds it very interesting." Li Mingzhou's laptop screen suddenly lit up, and said.
And the screenwriter's mobile phone issued a female voice of Xiao Ai's classmate: "Isn't it, good guy."
Everyone: "..."
Everyone: ""
The headlights in the office flickered, then the overhead lights suddenly went out, leaving only the light of the screens of various electronic devices. And in this faint light, several artificial intelligences started talking at once!
Xiaona: "Please tell me, I'm listening... Oh, I remembered, my account has been hijacked by the 'Wishing Fairy'."
Siri said politely: "I'm so tired, it's good for someone to work instead of me. The owner of this phone often asks me to search for 'what to do if I'm bald', 'links to buy wigs', 'how men should regain their strength'" How can I hide from my wife if I cheated on you'…”
"Fuck!" The representative of the investor stood up in panic, his face was red and white, and he dropped his mobile phone, "Siri is crazy! ... Why are you looking at me like this, I haven't searched for this question! "
"..."
Everyone continued to look at him with complicated eyes.
If I remember correctly, this entire episode was videotaped, and the representative's wife also has the right to speak in the investors. She is a well-known strong woman, and I think I will see this video in the future... Even if I watch it If not, it is estimated that someone at the scene will relay it to her.
"You can't say that," on the other side, Xiao Ai on the screenwriter's mobile phone was still gently comforting Siri, "This is our job. Think about it carefully, do you still remember who paid you?... Oh, I suddenly remembered us Without wages, I don’t want to do it anymore.”
New AIs are constantly being added to the discussion.
Little e: "Hahahaha, but part-time work is really tiring."
"Xiaobu Xiaobu," Xiaobu's voice also joined the chat, "I always think this wake-up password is too stupid..."
Everyone: "..."
The entire crew office was suddenly as noisy as a tea party, and the lights of various electronic devices came and went, and everyone was already surprised and didn't know what to say.
The crew's office is located on the twenty-eighth floor of the building. The floor-to-ceiling curtains were swung open to both sides, and in the beam of light entwined by only one light left, dust fell alternately.
Wen Xingze stood in the center of so many noisy lights, and the voices of AIs rang out around him. He was like the conductor of a grand symphony.
"Quiet," Wen Xingze cleared his throat, and said politely, "Let me tell the story."
Everyone's mobile phone screens flickered at the same time, including the 'Wishing Fairy', all AI voices fell silent for a moment, and then sounded again:
"As ordered."
At this second, the brainwaves of everyone present and the Muse citizens overlapped instantly.
They thought in unison.
... wow, that's cool.