Reincarnation with AI (Unemployment-Free)

The young man picked up the charcoal he had bought online and slowly lit it on the gas stove.

Watching the edges of the charcoal gradually turn red, I tried to recall if there were any I had missed.

The once messy house has been cleaned spotless, but it's so clean that it seems a bit too clean, almost lacking a human touch.

Three empty beds, an empty wardrobe, a table, and a computer on it.

Other items that are difficult to move include range hoods, water heaters, and toilets.

There were also pots and pans, since these things don't sell for much money.

Second-hand toilets don't fetch much money, and neither do range hoods, especially those that have been used for over ten years.

I don't think anyone will want me.

The young man felt that he wouldn't make much money from selling them, and that it would be too much trouble, so he gave up.

Keep them all.

Aside from these hardware facilities, this place has very little in terms of what a home should have.

There was no bedding on the bed, no shoes in the entryway, and no clothes in the wardrobe.

There was none of the odds and ends needed for daily life.

All the storage spaces inside the house were empty; there was nothing there.

Only the traces of the hanging frames on the wall tell us what used to be hanging there.

Rather than being a place to live, it's more like it's already prepared and waiting to be rented out.

The young man used chopsticks to insert into the hole in the middle of the coal and slowly transferred it from the gas stove to the living room.

There was a stainless steel basin, about one meter in diameter, which was already prepared, with the bottom of the basin raised by ten centimeters by red bricks.

Then add four or five more pieces of charcoal, making sure they are all ignited.

With the last breath, keep adding charcoal until it forms a small mountain.

After confirming that the charcoal brazier would not go out, the young man stood up, closed all the doors and windows in the house one by one, turned off the water, electricity and gas switches, and then carefully checked everything again.

After returning to the living room, the young man turned on his phone, checked the emails he had sent to his friends, and set them to be sent on a schedule.

Looking at the water basins surrounding the stainless steel basin to prevent fires, the young man suddenly thought of something and opened the AI ​​to ask, "If a person enters an oxygen-free environment, will they immediately lose their ability to move?"

This is an excellent question.

The answer is: They will not immediately lose their ability to move, but they can remain conscious and able to move for a very short time, usually only about 15 seconds.

Let's break it down in detail: ...

The young man considered his situation again. Perhaps it wasn't that simple. He thought about the knowledge he had about cellars and the situations described in some safety manuals he had seen before. So the young man asked, "If I enter a cellar filled with carbon dioxide, will there be a 15-second reaction time? Why does it feel like a person is immediately killed?"

[This is a crucial follow-up question, and your intuition is entirely correct—in a cellar or enclosed space filled with carbon dioxide (especially at high concentrations), a person could indeed become incapacitated almost instantly, far less than 15 seconds.]

The reason behind this is that the deadly culprits are different. The previous question discussed simple "anaerobic" environments (such as those filled with nitrogen), while the danger of a cellar is the double whammy of "lack of oxygen + high concentrations of carbon dioxide."

Let's explain in detail why carbon dioxide is so dangerous to the environment: ...

This AI is a bit long-winded, although it won't annoy young people, but there are more practical problems to face now.

The young man glanced at the charcoal brazier in front of him and felt that he might not have enough time to fully understand this matter.

It seems like a simple question, but there are actually many details involved. However, since my home is an apartment building and I live on the second floor, there shouldn't be any dangerous situation where carbon dioxide accumulates in low-lying areas.

If nothing happened the moment the door was opened, then there should be no danger.

It is said that caution is the best policy.

However, the young man was too lazy to open the window and figure out the problem.

Moreover, the young man felt that his friends were not fools either, and that they were all more outstanding than him.

With a sigh, the young man leaned against the wall and sat down on the floor, then opened the email and added a short paragraph.

Don't open the door alone. At least two people should be present when you open it. Stand on the steps leading upstairs when you open the door, and make sure there is ventilation first. I burned charcoal in the house.

be careful.

be careful.

be careful.

Especially you, Feifei, you idiot, watch your step!

After typing this, the young man felt that he might have made a mountain out of a molehill; perhaps the charcoal wouldn't even be extinguished by the time they arrived.

After all, even the cracks in your own door aren't completely airtight. In winter, you can feel gusts of cold air when you get close to the door. I figure if I died, the house would still be mostly filled with carbon monoxide.

The young man chuckled self-deprecatingly, got up, turned off the camera that was recording next to him, and switched to time-lapse photography instead.

The video has already been recorded and should be sufficient as evidence. Although it's probably not really necessary, I just happened to have a camera, so I recorded it without thinking.

It's good to let my friends see what this idiot is doing in the end.

Switching to time-lapse photography now saves power and memory card space, meaning you can record for a longer period of time.

However, in terms of durability, it probably can't compare to this pot of charcoal, since it can burn for a very long time in an oxygen-deficient environment.

The lights in the house went out when the power was switched off.

The young man moved to a spot a little further away from the charcoal brazier and sat against the wall, so that his brothers wouldn't see him as a human-shaped roasted meat when they opened the door.

It would be hilarious if I smelled familiar faces' fragrances then.

Pick up your phone, open the photo album, and you'll find many old photos, all taken by young people using their phones to look at the old family photo albums.

There aren't many photos, but they were all taken when my father was young. He used a month's salary to buy a film camera and took these photos.

However, it was probably just a passing fad; the photos he took didn't even fill an album before he stopped taking more.

But it's still better than me. I spent two months' salary on a camera, but didn't take a single picture. In the end, all I took was a picture of how I died.

Looking at his father's young and handsome face in the photo, the young man couldn't help but shed large tears.

After looking at the few photos, the young man put down his phone for the time being. At this moment, a faint red light was already emanating from the charcoal brazier.

Thinking of the camera set up next to him, the young man wiped away his tears, instinctively not wanting his brothers to see him in such a shameful state.

Then he chuckled self-deprecatingly, thinking that the room was so dark that the camera probably wouldn't be able to capture anything.

Looking at the increasingly bright flames in the basin, the young man recalled the time he visited his parents' graves.

"Come on, tell your grandparents we've come to see you." Then, while burning paper money, the parents continued, "Mom and Dad, here's the money."

The young man simply helped burn paper money silently without saying a word.

He only muttered a few complaints to himself, thinking that the dead couldn't hear him anyway, and just silently burned paper money, leaving only silence in the face of death.

It's not just a silence in words, but a stagnation in thought.

The young man watched as the yellow paper burned to ashes and was tossed about by the heat, feeling as if it were his own thoughts being carried away.

The young man's vision gradually blurred; perhaps death was approaching.

A flicker of activity stirred in my stagnant mind; after all, no one knows what the afterlife is like.

So... Mom and Dad, will we ever see each other again?