炉火（记忆终端） Original

The night was dark except for the fire Buzz... Light pulse The shadows on the wall were grotesque All illusions were drowned in the light of fire A torrent of data flooded in, filling time and my mind.Like a beast, it seems to have all the practical functions of memory, but it gives it a thousand crits.The fragments of memory that grow, that transform, that give birth to my thoughts, the warmth of those reflections in the fire that dissipate, my fire is dying. Become mainstream, the digital information age, when thinking ideas become scarce resources, only with the aid of huge data and information resources can't help to find new art value, at the end of a brief history of the future predicted the rise of artificial intelligence in the era of data brought about by the "memory" let the past on our digital skin like a tattoo, forgotten became the exception, and memory has become the norm, which could make our own so-called "artificial intelligence", the slave of information, and loss of the subjective emotional memory like a lost soul of art, when that day comes, seal the island of each person's memory, put out the flames in the furnace,We can only retreat into the darkness and see a million of the same self.