From Trash to Treasure: The Sinclair Family's Beloved Genius

"Chloe Sinclair, have I not been behaving lately? Why are you still thinking about that idiot?"

"Is that White smarter than me? Is it more useful than me?"

"Can it talk to you every day? Can it cheer you up? Is it as smart as me?"

Eight looked at Chloe Sinclair as if she were a heartless cheater.

Even though they were a pair of large, twinkling blue eyes, Chloe Sinclair could still sense the anger boiling inside Eight.

She couldn’t help but laugh. "Aren’t you a robot? You can get angry?"

Eight retorted, striking a hands-on-hips pose with great difficulty. "Just because I’m a robot doesn’t mean I can’t get angry! I may be a robot, but I have my robotic dignity!"

Chloe Sinclair felt a headache coming on.

Just as she was about to coax the little demon, Landon Sinclair, who was standing to the side, spoke up. "It’s probably not possible right now. The higher-ups took White."

Landon Sinclair hadn’t been very subtle, but Chloe Sinclair understood him perfectly.

"Did you hear that? Feeling better now?"

Upon hearing this, Eight suddenly quieted down, but it still let out a haughty "Hmph!"

’If Eight had a mouth,’ Chloe Sinclair thought, ’its chattering little lips would be pouted all the way to the sky by now.’

"I’ll be your treasure from now on!"

Before Chloe Sinclair could even respond, Eight vanished from the system right after saying that.

——

Landon Sinclair sipped his drink. Seeing that Chloe Sinclair hadn’t said anything, he assumed she was worried about White and said, "Don’t worry. There are regulations. They won’t harm White."

He suddenly chuckled. "You know, ever since you upgraded its algorithm, White has gotten smarter and smarter."

It wasn’t just in its programmed parameters, but in something that belonged to humans—emotions.

Even if no one else had realized it yet, as the secondary researcher, he could clearly sense the changes in White recently.

These were emotions that had emerged without any specific programming.

"Landon," Chloe Sinclair said suddenly, "I didn’t just come here to see Eight."

"Hmm?" Hearing this, Landon Sinclair couldn’t help but sit up straight.

His amber eyes stared unblinkingly at Chloe Sinclair as he guessed, "A new research project?"

"Yes. Quantum communication technology."

’Chloe Sinclair remembered that her second brother had always excelled in the field of communication technology.’

"I have indeed considered researching quantum communication, but you should know the current status of this technology, both domestically and internationally."

Quantum communication isn’t just a matter of public interest; it’s about a nation’s cybersecurity.

Deploying such a vast network requires more than just time.

"Quantum communication doesn’t just provide encryption. It makes it fundamentally impossible for anyone to crack or even intrude upon another’s network."

"That might sound simple, but creating a powerful, secure network like that is nearly impossible."

"Even the most powerful network today, the PDF Comprehensive Network, faces tens of billions of attacks from the internet every day. The slightest oversight could lead to a system breach."

Chloe Sinclair, of course, understood everything Landon Sinclair was saying, and she nodded.

"What we need to do now is build the world’s first nationwide quantum communication network."

Current secure networks were distributed regionally; as of now, there was no nationwide secure network.

It was precisely this fact that allowed so many people to exploit its loopholes.

Chloe Sinclair explained all the plans and proposals she had been working on over the past few days to Landon Sinclair.

Landon Sinclair’s eyes grew brighter and brighter. Their conversation ended up lasting for over an hour.

"Chloe, I’d be delighted to work with you on this."