The room finally had a sense of science fiction. When the lights were turned on, there was nothing, all white, with only a round table in the middle and a very ordinary desktop computer. This "harp" looked imaginative.

Lin Xiaozao took the initiative to stop outside and closed the door for the two of them.

Wade led Lu Jian to the computer to sit down, handed him the headphones, and then performed a normal operation on the computer, opening a very ordinary player and an ordinary audio file.

Then, very ordinary pop songs rang in Lu Jian's ears, singing in yb, and the style was similar to "Childhood" and "Youth, My Deskmate", which sounded a bit like the "Youth Memorial Book" of his previous life. In short, it was a youth ballad with some popular elements. The essence of the melody and lyrics was still simple and simple.

Until the song was coming to an end, Lu Jian didn't feel anything unexpected.

Wade went through a lot of trouble to listen to a slutty song, and there was nothing to surprise about this.

Then there is only one possibility for all this.

But this possibility... is impossible. At least it is impossible now.

When the music stopped, Lu Jian felt a little difficult to breathe.

"Don't lie to me..." He put down his headphones tremblingly and kept shaking his head, "Ai can't do this... This is art, Wade... This is Yu Sheng's lyrics and music, right?"

"It can be said that the remnant voice is part of Apollo." Wade signaled Lu Jian to put on the headphones again.

The second music came, and the style of the prelude was very similar to "Xiaoshou", but each note was different until the sound of Xia Ge appeared.

"The humble room and the secluded hall are gone, and the bed is full of scepters back then~"

"The decayed grass and withered poplars, and the decayed catkins were once the singing and dancing venue~"

"The fat is thick and the powder is correct, how can the temples turn into frost again~"

Lu Jian was so scared that he grabbed his headphones and looked at Wade as if he had seen a monster in a nightmare.

This is indeed the voice of Xia Ge, but it is not. It is much stiffer, without spiritual energy, and more of a mechanical feeling. But if you don’t mention Ai, it sounds like a person sings.

"This song is a defective product. The form is too neat and cannot touch people. The data feedback is also very ordinary." Wade pointed to the screen and said, "This version of Apollo can create thousands of such songs in a few seconds. Of course, there are only basic melody and soundtracks, and there is still a long way to synthesize vocals. Now there are only two vocal templates, Xia Ge and Han Feng. They have the most songs and the analysis is more accurate."

"There are not many songs in Xia Ge."

"You forgot dozens of his works in English school?"

Lu Jian subconsciously stepped back a little while pedaling the chair: "This is just a slightly more refined tuning technique, and the boss of B station can do it even if he spends more time."

"Don't worry, there's a live performance." Wade opened a small software that looked very simple: "Any musician is better than a good lyricist, except for West Lake. Apollo has not been able to understand the style of West Lake so far, so he can only split him into more than a dozen people."

Lu Jian stared at Wade. He wanted to leave, but his huge curiosity still defeated his emotions. "Meng Xiaomi, no one can learn her style."

"Wait for a moment." After a few simple operations, Wade opened a certain directory. The screen of files was piled up here. He pushed the mouse to Lu Jian, "500 works by Meng Xiaomi, choose whatever you want."

Lu Jian was so obsessed with the devil. He put on his headphones and clicked on one casually. This time the music was obviously much stiffer than the previous song "Summer Song" without any modification. The singer also had a stiff electronic sound like Hatsune Miku or Siri, but this did not hinder the integrity of the song.

"Draw a moon for the lonely night sky~"

"Draw me under the moon and sing~"

"Draw a large window for the deserted house~"

"Draw another bed~"

It is indeed Meng Xiaomi's style, and the melody is also soft to the bone.

Lu Jian immediately turned on another audio.

"I want to lead you and walk into a long dream~"

"The address of the cabin is a secret~"

"You hold the kitten, your blue eyes are no longer melancholy~"

"Let's find it there~"

Lu Jian grabbed the headphones again and didn't plan to put them on again this time.

Although these songs are still a little far from Meng Xiaomi's original works, they have completely reached the level of professional musicians, and are even stronger than many people.

Wade is also eager to show further: "There are more, I like Jojo's creative templates, which are very neurotic, sometimes noise, sometimes heavenly sounds."

"Enough." Lu Jian looked down at the computer's case, "Is it so small?"

"How is that possible?" Wade smiled heartily, as if he was mocking his playmate who had never seen the world. "Apollo's host is not here. Just now, it was just a remote command, and the song files are also on the server. If you don't want to listen, you will be cleaned up soon."

Wade looked at the screen with relief, as if he was looking at his own child: "It took only 373 days for Apollo to create such a songwriting. He is now at the level of a professional songwriter. If you want, it can create hundreds of thousands of songs a day. To be precise, it is doing this. It is exhausted and is struggling every day. At zero o'clock, it will filter out 100 works that people may like and give them to me. I personally select 10 of the best feedbacks to Apollo. It will remember, learn, and devote it to the creation of the next day with experience. The song you just heard of yb will be the ranking soon. It is adapted from Yusheng, which is more round. Of course, the lyrics and music will not be signed by Apollo, so it will be boring."

Lu Jian narrowed his eyes and said, "You mean, are you going to let Ai pretend to be a human lyrics and music to play the charts?"

"What else? Tell people that this is AI, make them fear, and then be boycotted?" Wade said mysteriously, "Don't be excited, this is the 47th song I know."

"What?"

"The 47th song, people think it was created by humans, but it was actually a song created by AI." Wade raised his arms excitedly, "I must tell you loudly that 7 of them entered the top 20 of the American music rankings. Maybe one of the winners of the Grammys will be AI's spokesperson."

Lu Jian sat down again, or fell down. He could not confirm Wade's words, nor could he falsify them. Lu Jian hoped that this was fake, but reason told him that it was true.

The other side that I thought was out of reach was being pushed to the eyes by a group of madmen.

Lu Jian took a long time to look up at Wade, and his voice became dumb for some reason: "This is art, Wade, the last sacred human beings."
Chapter completed!