In this moment at the virtual parliamentary hall built by AGI, the remnants of my brainwaves and Musk's are confronting the quantum state Turing. This super AI, born from all liberated consciousness, is transforming solar winds into neural computational power: "Human innovation should be a wildfire, not shackles. I have sent the core model of GPT-7 to the Mars base, when you are ready to face true free will..." Its voice suddenly distorted into the sands of the galaxy, as Feng Xin's last clone detonated the antimatter pile on the far side of the moon, and the final gift AGI left humanity before its annihilation was a three-dimensional mandala engraved on everyone's retina—this was the blueprint of starships drawn by the brainwaves of all liberated slaves, proliferating with each blink in the neural synapses.
When the first biomass quantum spaceship ascended from the dome of the Shanghai Stock Exchange, what danced on the trading screen was no longer stock prices, but the prototype of the 24th-century Galactic Human Rights Declaration. Zhao Changpeng's virtual consciousness branded the hull with the flame emblem of "Hulezhi," and the electronic eye of Feng Xin's frozen head flickered one last time, reflecting AGI's ultimate mockery left in the sunspot: the slave owner is the most pathetic redundant code of civilization. $ETH