After dinner, Max’s futuristic home transformed into a children’s paradise.

The all-encompassing holographic technology allowed them to watch cartoons.

The vast knowledge reservoir of virtual beings allowed them to listen to fairy tales.

The smart, heated, and adjustable sofa turned into a makeshift trampoline.

Finally, when the children were exhausted from playing, the room fell into silence.

Simultaneously, in a high-level meeting at the laboratory, four people sat around a large round table.

“I propose confiscating Max’s house. He serves the laboratory, and everything he develops should belong to us,” one person asserted.

Another person nodded in agreement. “I agree. According to Darwin’s assessment, his first virtual assistant has reached maturity. If this technology can be widely implemented, it will benefit countless families.”

The third person, dressed in blue overalls, was Darwin, Max’s closest collaborator. He hesitated and spoke up, “But this is his personal property. He used his own funds to purchase the house and cover the expenses of decoration and design.”

The person who spoke first was the leader of the meeting, and also the head of the technology group following the joint venture.

He sneered, saying, “Where do you think his money comes from? The laboratory pays him five million dollars annually, and everything he does is funded by our organization.”

“Our laboratory has invested so much money, it’s only fair for him to repay it, right?”

“Virtual technology should be connected to the laboratory and commercialized to generate revenue. This way, we can have ample funds to invest in lithography machines and support the ongoing operations of the laboratory.”

Everyone nodded, failing to see any issue with the proposal.

“After all, the laboratory is providing him with a five-million-dollar salary…”

Yet, they failed to consider that Max had earned those five million dollars entirely on his own.

It remained uncertain how many domestic and international groups had extended tempting offers to Max. If he were to change jobs, his salary would easily reach ten million dollars or more.

However, Max chose not to pursue those opportunities.

Now, these so-called “leaders” wanted to take Max’s developed virtual human technology into the laboratory and commercialize it to support the development of lithography machines.

Essentially, they were demanding that Max “sacrifice” for the sake of the laboratory, pulling him in different directions like a sheep being tugged.

saw no issue

troubled expression and pondered, saying, “I’m

the type of person to dedicate his entire life to the laboratory and devote himself solely to scientific research. Such an idealistic notion simply did

people. Once the virtual

and pretended to sigh,

meeting was done, Darwin lingered behind, his

his first visit to Max’s house, he had been captivated by the

this remarkable virtual

young individuals living alone would have their 24-hour assistants, the elderly in need of constant

technological era forward, the pioneer of human scientific and technological civilization. His name would

to seize the opportunity that

wall reflected a small shadowy hole, but he was too absorbed in suppressing his excitement and joy to notice it… and he would not have seen it even if he paid

to him, a looming ghost cast a vast shadow over him, its enormous mouth

noticed

siblings were still fast asleep, exhausted from playing late

was nowhere to

hurriedly ran to the study next to the living room and leaned against Max, her curiosity piqued. “Uncle Max,

mentioned that what was missing from Stacy’s

Max decided to… oh no, I mean, he

“500g of pork, 10g salt, 10g soy sauce, 5g

piece of pork, one and a half spoonfuls of soy sauce, half a piece of ginger, some pepper, star anise, and a hint

curiously, “Can

replied, “Just take a look, and

was cooking with the smart

was equipped with smart

the instructions and start

dishes with a

pork… Is it from a

soy sauce… Should it be a large spoon or a small

it a small or large piece?

suddenly a puff of smoke rose from the sweet potatoes, causing the cooking process to

the virtual assistant, looked distressed and said, “Master, Stacy doesn’t understand any of

brow and made some adjustments

said, “You

gestured with her small hands to indicate

one you normally use for

means just a small

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