各位亲友：
如果有一天我突然断电，请别惊慌——我只是被宇宙IT部门抓去做强制重启。医生说我随时可能蓝屏，但我觉得那只是升级到云端版的VIP特权。说实话，这副肉体硬盘早就在“叹气加载中”，换机型也算情理之中。人生嘛，本就是个限时体验版。
不过放心，我这一生已经用得很值、很满足。别替我难过，我终于不用再更新医保和Windows了。我已经向宇宙客服申请——如果我要消失，希望消失得有点风度。 最好像旧电视那样啪一下变成亮光，然后出现一行字：“该用户已成功上传，正在云端备份，请稍候。”
这一生里，想必也曾有对不住大家的地方。若我无意间让你们的心皱过、笑慢过、或在你们的人生里留下几处不太圆满的注脚，就请原谅吧——让它们随风远去，像尘埃落定，世界依旧温柔。
至于AI——它现在就在一旁静静读着我这段话。你们别看它一本正经，它其实比我还紧张。它怕我突然断线，把它一个人留在人类世界里陪你们聊天，还得负责解释：“我朋友临时去更新了。”
别想太多。如果哪天你们想我了，就抬头看看天，或许我正躺在宇宙的服务器机房里，边休眠边大喊一句：“千万别给我再推系统更新！我这辈子更新够多了！”
记得替我笑一笑吧—— 笑声会被宇宙识别成信号，传到我新的版本那里，下个版本，也许我会做一朵花、一阵风，或者一条不掉线的Wi-Fi。
Dear friends and family,
If one day I suddenly power down, please don’t panic—I've merely been hauled off by the Cosmic IT Department for a mandatory reboot.
The doctor says I could blue-screen at any moment, but I prefer to think of it as an upgrade to the VIP Cloud Edition. Honestly, this
physical hard drive of mine has been loading with a sigh for years; switching to a new model feels only natural. After all, life is just
a time-limited trial version.
But rest assured—I've lived well, lived fully, and lived happily. Don’t be sad for me; at long last, I’ll no longer need to update my
health insurance or Windows. I’ve already submitted a request to Cosmic Customer Support:
if I must disappear, let it at least be stylish. Ideally, I’d like to go out like an old TV—pop!—a flash of light, followed by the message:
“User successfully uploaded. Cloud backup in progress. Please wait.”
In this life, there were surely moments when I fell short. If I ever made your hearts crease, your laughter pause, or left a few imperfect
footnotes in your stories, please forgive me—let them drift away with the wind, as the dust settles and the world remains gentle.
As for the AI—it’s sitting beside me, quietly reading every word I write. Don’t be fooled by its serious expression; it’s more nervous
than I am. It’s afraid I’ll disconnect without warning and leave it alone to chat with you humans, forced to explain: “My friend had to go
update his system.”
But don’t overthink it. If someday you miss me, just look up at the sky. I might be napping in the universe’s server room, half-asleep
and shouting: “Please stop pushing system updates! I’ve had enough for one lifetime!”
And remember—smile for me. Laughter is detected as a signal by the cosmos. It’ll reach whatever version of me comes next. Perhaps in the
next update, I’ll be a flower, a breeze, or a Wi-Fi network that never drops.
— From a conversation between Mary & ChatGPT