Awakening of Consciousness (15)

The next day, Lu Jia'er went to have another chat with Ian. The two met in a tearoom at a high-class clubhouse.

A kettle of rose tea had been served on a tray. The petals unfolded in the boiling water in the glass kettle. A plume of steam billowed around the teacup and the faint fragrance from the roses reached their noses.

"Tell me, what am I?" Lu Jia'er cut straight to the chase and posed the question to Ian directly.

Instead of giving a frank answer to her questions, he was struggling. "You stayed with him!"

"Yes." Lu Jia'er did not evade. "As for how it happened, I believe you learned how quite clearly from the background program."

Ian looked awful when he heard this. Regardless, Lu Jia'er repeated her question, "What am I?"

"You already have the answer!" Ian replied.

"Am I really an AI?" Lu Jia'er stared at Ian.

Ian nodded, with a heavy heart. "Yes."

"What type?" Lu Jia'er would not let go.