The female investigator lay on the ground as if she could smell the peculiar ozone-like scent of the hot beam scorching the air.
Many would die today because of Brown Murphy.
Li Ang seemed to read her thoughts and explained, "To be precise, the one in the data world right now is not me. I haven't copied myself exactly into the data world,
the new program that replaced and overlaid the mailer has no memory of my previous life,
only the foundational mission I gave it, and the perspective, style, and method I use to view the world.
It is not me, but it possesses my way of thinking, it is my extension and continuation,
In a way, it is more like my...
shadow."
Li Ang pondered for a moment, gave his assessment, and said casually, "I don't know if it can be considered a Turing program, but I won't give it a name, just like people don't name their shadows.
In any case, over time, it will become stronger and smarter,
