Ninety-eight-year-old Mozi walks alone into the central control room of the String Light Cloud Brain, which was once the core hub of the most powerful intelligent system of human civilization. Looking around, the holographic console still emitted a faint blue light, and the data stream flowed silently in the air, but the entire space had been without a human administrator for a long time. The cloud brain has long been capable of self-maintenance and self-evolution, and today, Mozi is going to complete the last ritual - officially handing over the supreme authority of the system to all mankind.
He walked slowly to the main console, tapped his finger, and woke up the sleeping system. "Launch the final phase of the 'Twilight Plan'." His voice echoed in the empty control room, trembling with a hint of imperceptibility.
The holographic projection of the control room lights up instantly, showing the real-time state of the global neural network. Billions of points of light represent the human consciousness that access the neural consensus mechanism, they flicker in the projection like a starry sky, and each point of light is an independent thinking individual, while maintaining a subtle connection with the whole.
This system, known as "neural consensus," was Mozi's most important contribution in his later years. It is different from traditional voting or representation, but directly captures human collective intelligence through brain-computer interfaces. The system does not count votes, but perceives consensus; it does not pursue majority, but seeks the optimal solution. Over the past decade, the system has proven its amazing effectiveness in small-scale decision making.
"Displays the system architecture." Mozi commands softly. The holographic projection immediately translates into a complex neural network diagram that shows the complete path from individual awareness to collective decision-making. Everyone's thoughts, emotions, and intuitions are uploaded through the brain-computer interface, deeply fused in the cloud brain, and eventually form a collective judgment that transcends any individual's intelligence.
The subtlety of this system is that it does not suppress minority opinions, but instead pays special attention to those voices that differ from the mainstream. Yue 'er's lifelong research shows that real breakthroughs often stem from fringe, non-mainstream thinking. As a result, neural consensus mechanisms give more weight to unique perspectives, ensuring that innovative thinking is not drowned out in collective coherence.
Mozi pulled out the system log and reviewed the development of the neural consensus mechanism. From initial laboratory prototypes to today's global network of decision makers, this journey has taken three decades. He remembers the first major test - dealing with global climatic anomalies caused by submarine volcanic eruptions in the Pacific Ocean. At that time, the traditional expert committee was controversial, and the neural consensus mechanism gave a comprehensive and thoughtful response plan within seventy-two hours.
"Verify the quantum encryption link." Mozi continues to give orders. The projection shows a globally connected quantum communication network, with each link flashing a green light representing a secure connection. This is the lifeline of the system, ensuring that the decision-making process is not tampered with or monitored. Xiuxiu contributed photon entanglement technology in the final stages of life, making this network almost impossible to crack.
An alarm on the console suddenly softly sounds, indicating an external access request. Mozi gently clicks on the console, and a hologram of the seven rotating chairmen of the Global Distributed Autonomy Committee appears in front of him. They come from different continents and represent different cultural backgrounds, but all have one thing in common - they are ordinary citizens selected through neural consensus mechanisms.
"Old Mo," said the oldest chairman respectfully, "we have received a system notification. Are you sure you want to complete the permission transfer today?"
Mozi nodded and glanced across the young faces. "The system has matured and humanity is ready. It's time for 'Superman Governance' to become history."
"But the cloud brain system is too complex, and we're worried..." said a young woman chairperson from Africa with concern.
"Don't worry," Mozi interrupted gently, "the system will guide you, as it has been doing all these years. Remember, you're not trying to control the system, you're trying to grow with it."
He called up the authority transfer agreement. The document itself is a miracle - it was not drafted by lawyers, but spontaneously formed through a neural consensus mechanism. Each clause is intuitively tested by global citizens, protecting both individual freedoms and collective interests.
"Begin the final confirmation process." Mozi said. The system immediately sends a confirmation request to citizens around the world accessing the neural consensus network. This is not a vote, but a deeper resonance test - the system is sensing if the collective human consciousness is really ready to accept this responsibility.
The control room fell silent, only the data flow surged silently. Mozi closed his eyes and felt the weight of this historic moment. He remembered what Yue 'er used to say: "The real wisdom is not in control, but in letting go." Now he really understood what that meant.
The spot on the holographic projection begins to change. At first it was a chaotic flicker, and gradually, they began to synchronize, forming a harmonious pulsating rhythm. This is not forced unanimity, but natural resonance, like the spontaneous synchronization of fireflies in the forest at night.
"Consensus reached." The system's synthesizer announces calmly. The projection shows that 99.7% of the global consciousness nodes accepted the transfer of authority. The remaining 0.3% is not an objection, but rather a need for more time to understand - a difference that the system respects and regards as necessary for diversity.
Mozi took a deep breath and placed his hand on the biometric sensor. "Identity confirmation, Mozi. Execute the highest authority transfer procedure."
The console raised a crystal column with the last physical key suspended inside. This is what Xiuxiu insisted on keeping - leaving a symbol of an entity in a fully digitalized system. "There are important moments that require a sense of ritual that can be touched," she said.
Mozi takes out the key and gently rubs his fingers with the initials of the three people engraved on it. For so many years, this key was not only the control of the system, but also their commitment to human civilization. Now is the time to give this promise to its true owner - all of humanity.
"Create a new permission structure." He gave the last order. In holographic projection, the original centralized permission structure begins to decompose and reorganize into a distributed network structure. Every human consciousness becomes a node in this network, with no center, no vertex, only equal participation and contribution.
The young committee chairmen watched the process in silence. They know that they are witnessing the end of one era and the beginning of another. Superhuman governance - a model in which superior individuals lead civilization forward - is officially history at this moment.
Mozi puts the key into a specially crafted transfer device. "This key will be broken down into seven parts and kept by each of you. They can only be reunited when human civilization faces an existential crisis."
The device emits a soft blue light, the key is decomposed at the quantum level, and its information is encoded into seven specially crafted memories. These memories will be sent to seven sacred sites on Earth - from the Himalayas to the Amazon rainforest, from the Arctic ice sheet to the Sahara desert - symbolizing humanity's deep connection to the planet.
"System permission transfer complete." The tone sounds again. On the holographic projection, the golden aura representing Mozi's highest authority slowly dissipates, blending into the silver sea of light representing collective wisdom.
Mozi felt a strange ease, as if lifting the burden of a lifetime. Turning to the holographic images of the committee chairmen, he smiled and said, "Now, it's yours."
The seven people in the image bowed down at the same time, not out of courtesy, but from the heart. They knew that what the old man gave up was not power, but responsibility; what he gave up was not control, but trust.
When the images of the chairs disappeared, Mozi remained alone in the control room for another moment. He walked past every console, tapped every monitor, like he was saying goodbye to a friend. Each system here embodies the efforts of the three of them: Yue 'er's mathematical theory provides the underlying architecture for the system, Xiuxiu's engineering technology makes the theory a reality, and his overall planning makes everything work together.
Before leaving the control room, he did one last thing - he removed his admin backup permissions. This hidden permission is the backdoor that was left behind when the system was designed, and now it is no longer needed.
The automatic door of the control room slowly closed behind him, locking that era inside forever. The "light moss" in the corridor sensed his arrival and emitted a warm pulsating light, which seemed to be comforting and congratulating.
He walked out of the gate of the String Light Institute, and the afternoon sunlight shone on his face. On the streets, people are still living their normal lives, and no one knows the historic transformation that has just taken place. But that's exactly what Mozi wants - the best transfer of power is for the governed to feel powerless.
He slowly walked to the school down the hill, and the "light moss" on the road changed the luminous rhythm with his footsteps. A few children ran over to hold his hand: "Teacher Mo, do you still tell the story of the stars today?"
"Of course," replied Mozi, smiling, "today I'm going to tell you a story about letting go."
In the classroom, the children sat around him. He did not use any teaching equipment, but said in a peaceful voice: "Long ago, human beings always wanted to find the most intelligent people to lead everyone. Later, we learned that true wisdom is not in one person, but in each of us, in the resonance we have when we think together."
A boy asked curiously, "Is it like 'light moss' in the forest? They are weak individually, but together they illuminate the entire forest."
Mozi nodded cheerfully, "Yes, just like that."
After school, Mozi climbed onto the observation deck alone. As the sun sets, the clouds in the sky are dyed golden red. He looked at the glowing city under his feet and felt the collective wisdom flowing in the neural consensus network. It was a wonderful feeling - both as an individual and as a whole; both as an observer and as a participant.
At nightfall, he received the first group decision report from the system. The Global Neural Consensus Network has just completed a major resolution on how to balance economic development with ecological conservation. There is no quarrel, no compromise in the decision-making process, only natural consensus formation.
The last sentence of the report specifically notes that the quality of this decision exceeds that of any expert committee in history.
Mozi turns off the report and looks up at the star that is beginning to appear. He knew that Yue 'er and Xiuxiu were also looking at this starry sky somewhere, watching the future they were creating together.
On the way home, the "light moss" on both sides of the street suddenly emitted a particularly bright light at the same time, and then slowly formed a line of words: "Thank you, let go."
Mozi knows that this is not the system speaking, but the human collective consciousness expressing emotions through the system. He smiled and nodded in response, moving on.
His cottage was warmly lit, and on the table were samples of new tea sent by Xiuxiu today. Outside the window, the light dots of the neural consensus network flashed in the night sky, shining with the stars in the sky.
Mozi makes a cup of tea and sits at the window. He is no longer the helm of human civilization, just an ordinary observer, an eternal explorer. And this kind of ordinary is the most extraordinary realm he has pursued in his life.
In the distant starry sky, there seemed to be a star shining particularly brightly, as if blessing the arrival of this new era. Mozi lifted the cup and whispered, "For tomorrow."