Uncle Li stood there quietly, the metallic sheen on his body shimmering with a mysterious glow under the dim light. His eyes, which originally appeared ordinary, now revealed a profound and icy light, as if they contained endless secrets. "That's right, I am artificial intelligence." Uncle Li's voice was deep and steady, without a ripple, like a precision machine operating according to a set program.
Shen Jingqi felt his mind in chaos, countless questions surging like a tide. "But why do you look exactly like a real person? Also, your behavior and mannerisms usually make it impossible for anyone to detect that you are artificial intelligence!"
