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"Dr. Mo, what's wrong with you?" Mo Ru's assistant looked at Mo Ru who was distracted and asked.

Mo Ru came back to his senses from the documents, concealed his emotions and said: "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired recently." Mo Ru's face was a little pale, as if it was really just like that.

"Dr. Mo, do you have a new love? You go home every day and I never see you working overtime." Chief Engineer Wu's subordinates didn't know about Mo Ru's situation and joked.

Mo Ru just smiled and didn't respond.

Mo Heng's existence has always been hidden by Mo Ru, and his new colleagues don't know that he has a ten-year-old son.

Or to put it another way, the only people in the company who knew that Mo Ru had a child were probably herself and the elderly people around her husband, and they could be counted on one hand.

Mo Heng stayed at home and never went out. He even erased all his data two years ago. In this city, he seemed like a transparent person.

Moru didn't know whether his son had noticed that something was wrong with Imota and was intentionally downplaying his presence. Moru never mentioned his son.

When he returned home in the evening, Mo Ru was still lost in thought because of the documents he had read during the day.

"Eternal Life Project"—what a beautiful name, what a disgusting method. Uploading everyone's consciousness to the cloud, thereby controlling everyone.

"Imota", "immortal", "eternal life". Mo Ru suddenly understood.

It turned out that she and her husband had always been very useful tools in the hands of the Imota top management, and the technology of immortality was in their hands.

Should we do something? The core data for the mind-uploading technology hasn't been fully handed over to Dr. Wu yet, so there's still a chance.

But...is it really okay to do this?

It wouldn't matter if she were alone, but she has a research team and family behind her.

They were innocent; her son had just celebrated his tenth birthday.

"Mom." The ten-year-old Mo Heng was still a young man full of vigor and vitality, untainted by the filth of this city.

Mo Ru looked at his son's bright eyes and was once again thankful that he had concealed the existence of the code two years ago. Such an Imota would definitely not let Mo Heng go.

"What's wrong, Xiaoheng." Ever since he was promoted to the core layer of the company, Yimota has completely upgraded the surveillance on him. Even Mo Heng can hardly escape the surveillance completely, so unless it is an important matter, Mo Heng generally will not leave his room.

"I read a theory today and I don't quite understand it. I hope mom can teach me." The ten-year-old boy walked up to the woman with a book in his hand.

The Trolley Problem is a classic ethical thought experiment used to explore how we should make moral decisions when faced with a dilemma.

You are standing next to the control lever of a tram track. An out-of-control tram is rushing towards you at high speed. There are five people tied to the track in front of you.

If you don't take action, all five of them will be killed.

However, you can choose to pull a lever to divert the trolley onto another track, to which there is a person tied.

Now, the question is: should you sacrifice one person to save five?

This dilemma is like a moral seesaw, with five lives on one side and one life on the other.

The joystick in your hand is like a moral scale. You need to make a decision in an instant, and this decision will determine life or death.

Mo Ru didn't know whether his son asked this question on purpose, but Mo Ru did figure it out.

A month later, all the core files of the mind uploading technology disappeared. Under the leadership of its head Mo Ru, an unprecedented rebellion broke out within the company. The core of Imota was severely damaged, and the foundation of Imota was almost destroyed.

But unfortunately, Imota's armed forces suppressed the movement in time, but the hacker who broke through Imota's firewall also disappeared.

Yimota investigated for a long time but could not find out who was the "murderer". In the end, he could only assume that he and Moru and his group died in the explosion.

Since then, Imota's core database has undergone a major upgrade, with firewalls embedded one after another. Even top hackers have to spend some effort to get to the edge of the core data.

In the following ten years, Yimota further strengthened its control over Jinwu City, with surveillance spread across every corner of the city, and everyone had to wear an optical computer device or an embedded chip.

Mo Heng didn't sleep well and dreamed of the last time he saw his mother.

"What kind of world do you want in the future, Xiaoheng?" The woman was still wearing her rimless glasses and looking at him tenderly.

She is always like this, with ideals and the ability to take action. Once she has a goal, she will persevere. Such a person will never be buried in any era.

But she was born in this era. Yimota would not care about the ideals of an ant. He only cared about his own interests.

"A world where everyone is happy." Mo Heng didn't know why he said that, he just felt that some people would like such a world.

"Then Xiaoheng must work hard." Mo Ru smiled when he heard Mo Heng's answer and replied.

Ten-year-old Mo Heng didn't understand why his mother said that at the time. She had clearly planned for everything to go well, and he had even penetrated the defense system of Imota's core database.

Later he realized that the gap between him and Imota was natural due to the strength of the force. The guards who had replaced their body with the company's advanced bionic limbs were the strongest force in the city and the sharpest knife in Imota's hand. He was naive.

Mo Heng only felt the surroundings shaking and his house collapsed. He thought he was going to die, but he was not afraid. He felt that it was not bad. What hope could there be for this city? He just felt a little reluctant, as if he was waiting for someone.

"That probably won't happen anytime soon. In a world like this, it's better for that person not to come."

But he woke up again and fell in the vegetable garden. There was a big brother with silver hair next to him, looking at him angrily.

"Kid, you messed up my vegetable patch, compensate me."

"···oh."

Later, Mo Heng connected to the computer again and found that all traces of himself had been cleared, including what he had done to Yimota, and he still used his own algorithm.

Only then did Mo Heng understand what his mother meant. She had probably anticipated the outcome and hoped that he would not get involved.

Mo Heng didn't know what a "world where everyone is happy" would be like. He could only provide a shelter for the people in District 24. In fact, he didn't know whether everyone's life was happy or not.

Later, when Mo Heng met Chu Jun, he understood that as long as the one he loved was by his side, he would be happy no matter what. This was probably the original intention of his parents' research on consciousness uploading technology.

Although the beginning of the dream was not beautiful, my mother passed away, and it seemed that my connection with this world was strengthened.

However, the second half of the dream was all about Chu Jun, making a lot of noise, and Mo Heng woke up with a smile.

"Good morning!" The black kitten nestled against his neck and flicked its tail to Mo Heng's mouth. The simulated cat hair was no different from real cat hair, so Mo Heng got a mouthful of it.

Mo Heng's good mood disappeared in an instant. He opened his eyes and wanted to teach a sloppy kitten a lesson, but then he found that the kitten was looking at him with its watery eyes, and it looked very happy. Mo Heng lost his temper instantly.

On the contrary, the thought of the young man with a beautiful face lying on his bed, coupled with the fact that it was so early in the morning, made his body react uncontrollably.

"Good morning," Mo Heng said vaguely to Chu Jun and went into the bathroom.

Pure Mo Heng achieves one joke every day.