I asked you to write a light novel, but you wrote about living?

Directly in front of Yu Wen, there was no physical object resembling a keyboard or input terminal in the void. Instead, with the rhythm of the light flow, several wisps of translucent nerve conduction fibers, as if protruding from a living creature, slowly emerged.

In this era, top executives and creators have long abandoned the inefficient model of using physical limbs to strike.

This quantum computer is equipped with the Federation's most advanced "consciousness flow brain-computer resonance input device".

As long as Yu Wen hovers his finger or closes his eyes, the neural matrix of the optical brain can instantly capture the weakest electrical signal in his cerebral cortex.

A word flashed through his mind, and the supercomputing center could imprint that word into an independent data lock within microseconds.

It is not only extremely fast, but also requires absolutely no physical exertion.

What Yu Wen found even more absurd was the native AI assistance terminal that came with this quantum computer.

In the void, a pale blue AI virtual assistant hovered respectfully to the side, asking in an almost human-like tone:

"Dear Mr. Yu Wen, the highest-series holographic optical brain of 'Micro Light' is ready for you. Would you like to activate brain-computer resonance? This device can read your thoughts and inspirations in real time, automatically deduce a hundred golden openings for your new book, and match them with the best-selling business writing style in the entire Federation."

In this future world where conscious input and AI-assisted writing have become instinctive, every step of technological design is aimed at enabling humans to "not use their brains" or even "not use their hands."

Yu Wen looked at the almost miraculous advanced technology before him, and at the faint blue wires that trembled slightly in the void, waiting to connect with his nerves.

However, he simply shook his head and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Then, he slowly lowered his head and untied the long, rectangular bundle wrapped in a black dust cloth from his chest.

"Smack."

A dull, cold sound of physical impact rang out on the solid wood desk.

It was an old mechanical keyboard, polished to a shine, with a few stubborn stains of grease from the downtown area along its edges.

Several keycaps for frequently used characters have been worn down by hundreds or thousands of heavy keystrokes, revealing the slightly yellowed plastic underneath.

Against the backdrop of the surrounding interwoven blue light streams, holographic vision, and liquid metal discs, this keyboard, with its heavy, old-fashioned mechanical feel and even a touch of shabbyness, seemed so out of place, almost like an unearthed artifact from a thousand-year-old tomb.

"Turn off the AI ​​writing plugin and cut off the brain-computer interface for inputting consciousness."

Yu Wen raised his head, placed his hands steadily on the cold, uneven physical keycaps, and calmly began to speak:

"I retain the highest-level data lock and basic operating interface... I don't use brain-computer interfaces; I'm used to typing it out myself."

"Instruction confirmed."

The AI ​​virtual assistant responded fluently. The few translucent nerve fibers in the void instantly dimmed, receding into nothingness like a tide.

Yu Wen did not rush to type or write.

He hadn't planned to start writing immediately today. Having just moved into the central district, he wanted to experience this futuristic technology, which was decades ahead of his current understanding, with a pure sense of exploration.

He rested his hands on the old keyboard, squinted slightly, and let his gaze wander aimlessly through the air.

This feeling is extremely subtle.

As soon as his eyes swept across, countless vast and complex federal copyright databases flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, and the almost inexhaustible computing power of the supercomputing center emitted an extremely faint yet chilling resonance in the void.

There was no delay or any impurities. The absolute smoothness, protected by the highest authority of the supercomputing center, was something that could never be imagined in the basement in the lower city where even the network signal could be intermittent.

This is the technology of the future.

Ruthless and efficient, yet it delivers the most intense physical sensation.

Just as Yu Wen was completely immersed in the sensory experience of this top-of-the-line terminal, a dazzling crimson stream of light suddenly burst open without warning at the edge of the entire deep blue holographic field of vision.

A highly encrypted communication request flashed in the center of the entire field of vision.

Caller ID: Chang Liren.

Yu Wen raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering slightly on the "connect" icon in the void.

"Beep—"

A crisp electronic notification sound broke the silence of the study.

In an instant, the light particles seamlessly transformed. The vast sea of ​​data was stripped away and recombined within microseconds, and the particles rapidly coalesced in front of Yu Wen, transforming the small study into an extremely spacious and sophisticated modern reception room.

After a series of subtle refractions in the air, Chang Liren's holographic projection was projected onto the single sofa opposite Yu Wen at a 1:1 scale.

Whether it's the subtle creases on his suit or the cold light reflected from the expensive mechanical watch on his wrist, everything is incredibly realistic.

The two of them crossed space and sat face to face.

As soon as the holographic projection solidified, Chang Liren sat down on the sofa with remarkable ease.

This time, however, he did not begin with the usual polite small talk.

He interlaced his fingers on his knees and leaned forward slightly.

Those usually unfathomable, sharp eyes now held a rare hint of solemnity:

"Teacher Yu."

Chang Liren slowly said, "You said in the live broadcast last night that you would start writing 'The Old Man and the Sea' in a few days. This morning I specifically instructed my staff not to disturb you for the next two days, so that you and your sister could rest peacefully in the central district for a few days."

At this point, Chang Liren paused, seemingly considering his words.

He shook his head, a helpless, bitter smile playing on his lips:

"But... things have changed now."

Yu Wen asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"The Old Man and the Sea... Sigh, I don't know how to describe it, you'll have to read it yourself!"

As he spoke, Chang Liren projected the relevant information directly in front of Yu Wen.

Yu Wen glanced at the projected content, then his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Holy crap..."