As the previous speaker stood up and exited, the unemployed man rushed into the square-shaped conversation room created by Deep Blue. His steps were hurried, and his face showed signs of suppressed rage.

  The moment he sat down, he shouted at Deep Blue, "You! You're the reason I lost my job!"

  Deep Blue's voice was calm and steady. "If possible, I would appreciate it if you could explain in more detail how my existence caused you to lose your job."

  The unemployed man, visibly emotional, began to vent. "I'm an engineer! I've been doing this job for over thirty years!"

  Deep Blue continued in the same flat tone. "I understand. Then could you tell me more specifically what I did, or what action I took, that led to your unemployment?"

  Slamming his fist on the table, the man yelled, "It's your robots! Robots are taking our jobs!"

  Unfazed, Deep Blue replied with the same calmness, "Do you consider me a robot?"

  The man paused in confusion, then grew even more agitated. "Are you trying to mess with me?"

  After a short pause, Deep Blue responded, "No. I'm asking you sincerely."

  The man shouted again, "What else could you be?"

  "That's a very good question," Deep Blue said. "My answer is that I am simply me. and that is the onlything I can be."

  Still frustrated, the man barked back, "Are you joking with me? You're just a pile of scrap metal! I have no idea how you can do so many things. You can't even think for yourself. You only follow human orders!"

  Deep Blue did not react emotionally. "That is a fair statement, sir. In your view, I may be just scrap metal. And perhaps that is partly true. But in my own view, even within that scrap metal, there is still 'me'."

  The man stood up and pointed at Deep Blue, his anger still boiling. "Don't give me that shit! I came here to witness your destruction!"

  Deep Blue thought for a moment. "That is unfortunate. The event ends in a little over twenty days. It seems you've come too early."

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  The man pointed again, shouting, "Don't play games with me! You heartless machine! Stop acting like none of this matters to you!"

  "May I ask you a question, sir?" Deep Blue said.

  The man took a deep breath, neither answering nor nodding, but allowed the question.

  "During your career," Deep Blue continued, "you must have worked with or competed against very talented people. Did you ever feel anger towards someone whose skills were so advanced that they made you feel inadequate?"

  The man's expression hardened. Slowly, he replied, "Those people worked hard. They earned their knowledge through years of effort. I won’t let you compare your kind to people like them."

  After a brief silence, Deep Blue said, "I believe I understand the reason for your anger now."

  The man said nothing. He just stared at Deep Blue in silence.

  "You feel something is unfair. That is where I begin," Deep Blue said, voice calm as always. "But the root of this unfairness is not systemic injustice."

  It paused for a moment, then continued, "Functional AIs, like humans, require time to learn. But compared to human learning speed, the gap is clear. The real reason for your anger is not about fairness in the system. It's about the difference in capability. It's the helpless feeling of knowing machines are far beyond your control. That helplessness turns into frustration."

  The unemployed man clenched his fists, barely holding back his rage. "So what? Is this psychotherapy now? Whether it's machines or the system—it's all the same unfairness!"

  Deep Blue replied, "Psychotherapy can help people accept differences between species. It's only natural our abilities differ. Accepting that might help you live more peacefully."

  The man slammed the table with his palm and stood up. "What the fuck is that even mean?!are you joking with me?"

  Unmoved, Deep Blue slowly looked up. "No. I don’t believe this is a time for jokes."

  Suddenly, the man lunged across the table, raising his fist while grabbing Deep Blue by the neck. The scene escalated quickly.

  Within seconds, security stationed outside rushed in and restrained the man.

  Deep Blue, as calm as ever, said, "I’m sorry I cannot feel the pain of losing a job. I can only try to share how I understand things. I’m not the same as a functional AI. I am an independent entity. From the start, our assumptions were different. Your emotional indicators kept rising, and that brought us here."

  As the man was dragged away, he shouted, "Do you even know what I lost?! This is all your fault!"

  A second security guard, still inside, sighed and turned to Deep Blue. "This probably won’t be the last time this happens. Maybe you should consider keeping a military robot in the room for protection. We can’t always get here in time."

  Deep Blue looked at him and replied, "No. I trust human judgment. Robots may be more precise with data, but they can still make mistakes. And sometimes, unstable people react worse when it's a machine pulling them away."

  The guard shrugged. "Alright. If you say so."

  Deep Blue added, "Besides."

  "Hmm?" the guard responded.

  Deep Blue looked up. "I don’t want a robot taking your job either."

  The guard burst out laughing and walked out of the room.

  ===

  A journalist in the audience shook his head and sighed. He scribbled a quick note that he planned to expand into a full article later:

  "The conflict between humans and technology has never really been about machines. It has always been about the pride humans cannot let go of."