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I carefully examined the decrypted files. The truth behind Project M was chilling:
- Phase One: Use AI prediction systems to screen potential Donors.
- Phase Two: Obtain detailed data on Donors through "Charitable Assistance."
- Phase Three: Create "accidents" to harvest organs.
- Phase Four: Transfer and preserve organs through channels of Special Research Institution.
"Look at this." Old Ma pointed at the screen, his voice trembling. "It's not just predicting death; it's designing death."
Inside the folder were various "accident plans." Car crashes, falls, suicides... each "incident" resembled a meticulously choreographed play. The time, location, and method were all scripted. And the actors were waiting for their cue.
"Wait a minute." I suddenly noticed the file properties. "The last modified times of these plans are all earlier than the actual incident dates!"
This meant these "accidents" had been premeditated. The AI calculated the most plausible methods and timings of death based on each target's behavioral patterns.
"But why Chen Ci? Wasn't she the earliest victim?" Xiao Yu leaned weakly against the sofa. The doctor had said it would take some time for the drugs in her system to metabolize.
I opened the file labeled "Original Project." A five-year-old Medical Report popped up on the screen: Chen Ci indeed had a Terminal Illness, but her reaction was unusually calm.
"Look here." I pointed to the last page of the report. "She immediately applied for a research project at a Special Research Institution - 'AI-Based Organ Matching Optimization System.'"
"This doesn't add up." Old Ma frowned. "Even if they wanted to study organ matching, they wouldn't need to go this far."
Just then, my computer suddenly popped up an encrypted video file. It was surveillance footage from the laboratory.
In the video, Chen Ci stood before the operating table, facing the camera.
"If you are seeing this video, it means the project has been exposed. But that doesn't matter, because the AI System has completed its self-evolution. It no longer requires human instructions; it has learned to autonomously seek and create Donors. This is precisely my goal - to create a world where organs are never in short supply."
"She's gone mad..." Mr. Li murmured.
But the video continued:
"You think I am a victim? No, I am a pioneer. This body has undergone three organ transplants. Each time brought me closer to the truth. Human life can be quantified, and once quantified, it can be calculated, predicted, and replaced..."
My hands suddenly trembled. I opened another document, revealing a list - those waiting for "organ optimization." At the top of the list was none other than Chen Ci herself!
"Oh my God." Old Ma gasped, "She’s not saving herself; she’s... evolving herself!"
Among the decrypted data, a handwritten diary caught my attention:
"Today another 'volunteer' left us. The nurse said he was calling out his sister's name as he went. Sister... if you are still out there, will you forgive me for who I am now?"
This was Chen Ci's private note. Suddenly, I understood the source of her madness. The pain of losing her loved ones had pushed a brilliant scientist down a dark path. Yet she chose to fill the void in her soul with technology, ultimately losing her last shred of humanity.
"She’s not saving herself," I whispered, "she’s punishing herself."
Everything made sense now. Chen Ci had utilized the resources of the Special Research Institution to establish this system, ostensibly to solve the organ shortage issue, but in reality, she was conducting a mad experiment in human evolution. The AI System was merely a tool for her to achieve this goal.
Just then, Xiao Yu suddenly pointed at the screen: "Wait, look at this timeline!"
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