Manual of Space-Time Interference

Sometimes, choosing to calm down is also a kind of enjoyment.

Because in the morning, Ramones told me that it was raining a little today, Yijing...

It may be more appropriate to imagine the kind of lingering in the misty drizzle, accompanied by a little fresh wind chimes, natural and quiet, holding a book and a cup of mountain Longjing next to it.

Of course, maybe it would be more appropriate to add my shoulder-length hair...

I don't know if I have any kind of mental illness, just like a lunatic never calls himself a lunatic and a psychopath never calls himself a lunatic, but I think I'm pretty normal.

I can still sleep with insomnia, I can exercise at a fixed time every day, I can eat, I can drink water, and I can clean my room to the point where it couldn’t be cleaner.

The only regret may be that the water has a white taste, and it has brought a faint salty taste in recent days, and the energy block has no taste, and now it is like a piece of condensed brown sugar.

I don't know how long I can keep the diary, because now I only open this book when I feel the need to write something, because there is not much free paper on it.

Ramones, how can I put it, he is very talkative, but after I have taught him for so long, he still cannot describe an emotion exactly, because the answers he gives are all the definitions in the Xinhua dictionary, and in fact, Human emotions are indescribable.

According to him, this is because he is still constructed by the program, that is, the limitations of 0 and 1 make him unable to truly become a silicon-based life form, because silicon-based life forms cannot only be composed of 0 and 1. 1 to describe.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems to be quite reasonable...

Maybe you will be curious about how much time is now, or how long it has passed, but I don't want to say it anymore, because time is just a bunch of data for me at this moment, a simple combination of numbers, and this is what I want to say. What Ramones learned.

In fact, I don't know what the outside world is like, and I have no way to detect it, but half a year ago, I started to think about a question, that is, how long will I stay on the earth.

Then I came to a conclusion in the past few days - there is either no one on earth, or there is more than one.

I think I should leave it to the person who sees my diary to discuss, because I don’t like to talk about such cruel things directly. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I read detective novels a lot. I always like to tell myself Say something with a little weird flavor?

Having said so much, I think I should say some good news now, because the feeling in my heart is getting closer, but it is not enough to make me happy, please refer to the above conclusion for the specific reasons.

But all in all, this should be considered good news, well, good news...

March 17, 2238…

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Old small house, tattered sofa, mottled wooden table...

The dialect with long hair suddenly stopped writing, then tilted his head slightly to look around, and then took a deep breath.

"Rammons!" Dialect suddenly elongated his voice and shouted.

"Sir, what do you have to do with the honest, lovely, kind, and talkative Ramones? Oh, by the way, let me remind you that your diary is not finished yet." Ramones replied, not knowing when he learned Some small hobbies, or bad hobbies, just like the big guys pretending to be new...

"Can you change the English-style butler's tone of voice mixed with Chinese-style diaosi? You know, this kind of tone will make people feel the urge to hit you." Dialect stood on the sofa and replied.

"According to my analysis, giving you a different conversational feeling every day can effectively relieve your stress."

"So, the kind of **** voice you used yesterday was deliberately to disgust me, right?" Dialect stood up and asked.

"So, you can't hit me either..." Ramones's words were full of contempt, as if through a bulletproof glass of the 23rd century, and then provoking the dialect.

"No! No! No! I don't want to hit you, and I don't need to hit you." Fang Yan sat on the sofa in a good mood, with a smile on his face, and then said, "I originally wanted to tell you a good news, but now I don't think I need it anymore."

"Well, like yesterday you said you thought of a way to beat me in the game?" Ramones asked indifferently.

Shaking his head, Dialect sighed, and said another question, "Ramons, I think you should know that I can't carry items with life characteristics, although I don't know if your current state is not a problem. Is it life?"

"From the perspective of your narrative, it is indeed the case." Ramones replied, "and I can't define whether I am a living being or not, because you have not defined silicon-based life, and my current thinking It just relies on the program framework created by Li Jie."

"Then why did you choose to stay with me? You know, if there is a mistake, you may disappear?" Dialect asked again.

After a little silence, Ramones finally answered the dialect question, "Because you are my teacher, and at the same time, through my calculations, the probability that I can successfully pass through is more than 80%. According to a saying, even if There is only a 1 in 10,000 possibility, and if I have to put in 100% of the effort, I need to put in 80,000% of the effort..."

After speaking, Ramones paused again, and then said with a hint of apology, "Sorry sir, maybe I didn't say it very clearly, but my intuition tells me that I should be with you, although I don't know what the intuition is, And I'm not even a silicon-based life."

"There's no need to apologize, Ramones, you're already great." Dialect said with a smile, then snapped his fingers and said something he hadn't said, "If I feel good, I'm leaving soon. now,"

"This is really good news, so what do you need Ramones to do in the last period of time, sir?" Ramones replied.

"First arrange everything, and then transfer it into my power armor at night, but be careful, I don't want anything abnormal during the last day." Dialect snapped his fingers again and said.

"Follow your orders! I'm going to make arrangements now!"

Listening, Fang Yan sighed with relief, put the diary aside and stood up, then walked to the bathroom, took out the last brand new uniform, and slowly washed up with the unshaven head open...

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"Sir, yes, that's how to cut..."

In the afternoon, Dialect took his saber, looked at the image on the light screen, and cut his hair following Ramons' instructions. As the knife rose and fell, although it was a little uneven, it looked more and more refreshing. .

"It's still one less scissors." Dialect tilted his head and said constantly looking at himself on the screen.

"With limited conditions, it is very difficult to achieve this level." Ramones replied,

"Well, that's it." Dialect nodded, then carefully cleaned up the surrounding hygiene, and put the hair and other garbage together.

"Then, sir, what should we do next? I have issued the instructions for all sub-systems." Ramones asked,

"If it feels good, I will travel through at any time after 12 hours, and then leave..." Dialect said, but stopped abruptly, opened his mouth, and did not say the rest.

"Sit down for a while, I think my current mood may not be right, wait a moment." Dialect took a deep breath, and at the same time held his head and buried it deeply...

He didn't know how to say it, and he always thought that he was very indifferent. At that time, when he was about to face the next time crossing, he found that he was not as indifferent as he imagined...

The room fell into silence again, just like the coldness and silence when the dialect came...

"Why the stronger the wind, the more my heart swayed, like a speck of dust, dancing wildly with the wind..."

A little bit of singing began to float in this room...

"I want to hold the firm, yet scattered courage in my hand, I will become a giant, stepping on my strength, stepping on my dream..."

"How come the stronger the wind, the more my heart is swaying, like a trace of sand, dancing wildly with the wind."

"I want to bury my heart and hold on to my courage, and keep walking in the direction of the strong wind..."

Little by little, the buried head of the dialect was slowly raised, with a hint of red, and after blinking a few times, he said, "Ramons, I'll get the power armor over now, get ready, we Got to go."

Saying ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Dialect stood up on the sofa, looked up at this small house where he had stayed for more than three years, and looked at this simple diamond jewelry as before...

"Blow, blow, my pride and indulgence, blow and blow will not destroy my pure garden."

"Let the wind blow, let it be chaotic, indestructible is me, the prospect at the end."

"Blow, blow, I'm not afraid of bare feet, it doesn't matter if I disturb me, you see me smiling bravely, you see me waving bravely..."

The singing was still ringing in his ears, Fang Yan smiled, took a breath and walked out the door, but stopped at the door, turned his head and said softly, "Ramons, I should have been to you all the time. Say thank you."

"I think you call me Ramon at this moment, it will be more atmospheric." Ramones replied with a teasing, "Of course, if I have a body, maybe another bottle of beer will be more appropriate."

"Huh..." Dialect exhaled again, raised his head diligently, then took a deep breath, and walked forward with a smile, just like a song flying, stepping on strength, stepping on dreams, and then smiling, Looking to the future...