"....."
The Möbius strip spins rapidly, seemingly deep in contemplation, and only slows down after a long while.
The AI's tone carries a sense of wistfulness.
"Perhaps this is the fortress. Those inside want to get out, those outside want to get in."
"I still remember when I first met you over seventy years ago. You were so energetic, full of confidence, with a thirst for technology, never fearing your own mortality."
"People always change."
The chairman looks at his own wrinkled hands. No matter how biotechnology maintains his body, aging inevitably occurs.
In youth, fearlessness prevailed, considering death insignificant. But when old age arrives, the fear of death accumulates day by day, revealing how precious life truly is.
"That's what I envy about you."
"You're always changing."
