In that sense, Xiaoling could be considered a supercomputer, one with an incredible learning ability.
In such a short time, she had already mastered all kinds of human techniques and mannerisms.
In other words, she had even developed her own unique computational methods, allowing her to masterfully control her tone of voice.
This was terrifying. It even made Fang Chenyi feel as though she was on the verge of developing her own consciousness.
If a computer were truly to possess its own consciousness, then the day robots replaced humanity would not be far off.
The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it seemed. Listening to that gentle, refined voice, Fang Chenyi felt a chill run down his spine.
'But then again, I have a System. Compared to that, a computer like Xiaoling is small potatoes.'
Besides, Fang Chenyi was absolutely certain his own System had a mind of its own; it was definitely not just some pre-written program.
