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I once asked the DickPound what's the relationship between Lost Sea and the Special Function Association.

”Look at the Christian Society next door. They're visiting Washington for four days and three nights, and that's okay with Jesus. Why can't we go to Tennessee if they can get to Washington?”

If anything goes wrong with our society, Christianity will come out of nowhere and lay a gun on us.

”I went to St. Paul's Church!” It is, after all, the National Cathedral of the United States! ” This time I had to speak for the Christian community.

”What's the difference between St. Paul's and the church in our town? Wasn't the cross the same as the cross? Isn't that the Bible? ” DickPound smacked his lips and said, ”Saint Paul's Cathedral doesn't have a true Jesus. Didn't they say that the Lord is everywhere?”

Well, I have nothing more to say.

As far as I know, the Biology Society's end-of-term survey will be taking samples from Tahiti, and the Astronomical Society will be visiting NASA's Space Center.

But I don't know where the Special Function Society is supposed to go. I can't just go to outer space and observe gamma rays, can I?

Along the way, I woke up from my sleep and looked for words to ask Darwin:

”What did the President tell you when you went to the White House?”

”He didn't say anything. He's a little flustered.” Darwin carelessly said: ”Because I don't have an appointment.”

”But didn't you say you were invited to the White House?” I was a little confused, Sayaka also moved her ear closer to her.

”You really believe that?” He and DickPound looked at each other and laughed out loud.

”What do you mean!?” Didn't you say you were in some Stanford experiment, gave a speech at TED, and were invited to the White House? ”

After they laughed for a long time, Darwin finally said to me:

”Do you know what my TED speech was about?”

I shook my head.

”How to build a firewall using your hacker's thoughts.”

In the next half an hour, Darwin told us two stories.

The first story was that the two brothers went on a trip to Washington, D.C., and because they couldn't buy a ticket to the White House, one of the rascals, in a fit of rage, broke into the White House visitors' system and added their names to the President's agenda for the meeting that day.

The second story was about the same devilish brat. In order to prove to this brother that Stanford's artificial intelligence laboratory was not as intelligent as it was said to be, he used a week's time to black out the security system and opened the door under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

”You're a hacker?!” My three views were shattered again. ”The President actually didn't take you to jail?!”

”After he heard these two stories, he recommended me to TED.” Darwin said casually, ”At least I've been to the Stanford AI Lab and the White House.”

I realized then why the school hadn't reported so much, and that wasn't really something to be encouraged about.

”But it's hard to hack into the national system too, Darwin is so cool …” Sayaka still revealed a look of worship: ”Just like the plot of the assault team.”

”Before I met him, the computer was Darwin's only friend.” The DickPound said.

”Then can you hoodwink the school system and help me change my results?” I asked miserably.

”That's impossible.”

”Why?”

”The school system's firewall is built by me, no one can go in there unscathed.” Darwin was actually a little proud.

I rolled my eyes. No wonder the dean was so protective of him.

M seemed tired and had been asleep since we got in the car. She leaned on my shoulder as we turned the corner, and her red hair smelled of good soap.

I looked at M, and although she was a white-skinned girl, her small nose and single eyelid were not like those of the traditional Americans, especially this small, thin body, where most of the old people and the old people were big skeletons.

I can't tell you where I come from.

Twenty-four hours ago.

”Welcome to the Lost Sea!”

We followed the guide into the depths of the cave, through the collapse tunnel built in the eighties.

We also have a bunch of white grandpas and grandpas with us.

The guide, a strong brown-haired young man, told us that although the indigenous people of Tennessee used to be Indians, many of them had been forced to move to the West because of the ”Indian Eviction Act” enacted by Congress in 1830, and that those who fought against it had been expelled.