Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

Untitled is in a good mood, exceptionally good, incomparably good.

No circle of poison, no Voldemort appearing out of nowhere, no roar of bombers.

How beautiful life is, how beautiful the world is.

The handcuffs on his hands were just right, and his whole body was wrapped perfectly—much better than the bandages he had put on indiscriminately. The black cloth covering the car windows was of good quality, and no light shone through.The problem of headache and tinnitus also subsided a lot after a night's sleep, and it did not affect normal activities.Probably a shaking M, there is no cure.

The building was quiet, and Unregistered habitually looked at the ground when he walked in, feeling a little pity in his heart.There is no equipment that can be picked up anywhere.

His room seemed to be on an upper floor. Different from the simple and undecorated corridor, the room had all the internal facilities. Not only was there a full bookcase, but there was even a landscape painting hanging on the wall.

It's still pretty.

The commando captain, who hadn't spoken all the way, was stunned when he saw this room, but he immediately reacted, uncuffed Anonymous, and explained that this room was his allowed range of activities, and he could tell "Wess" at any time if there was anything to do.

"Hello, Mr. Unknown, I am Weiss, the housekeeper of this building."

A sudden electronic sound woke Unnamed from his fugue, and he immediately looked around the room that was empty except for the captain and himself.

"Please relax, Mr. Unknown, I'm just an artificial intelligence program."

what is that?Anonymous didn't understand, but he did feel the kindness from Weiss.

He and the captain sat down on two opposite armchairs, with the windows on the right, and you could see the bustling streets, the cars coming and going, and Anonymous was fascinated by it for a while, until the captain coughed and pulled him out of his thoughts .

The number of mind-wandering today is indeed a bit too much, and I have seen too many things that are different from games, even if many of them have been learned in conversations with friends, it is not as shocking as seeing it with my own eyes.He even bred resentment from the bottom of his heart for these two completely different worlds.

"It's uncomfortable, isn't it?" Stephen Roger broke the silence.He saw confusion in the unnamed eyes, just like a mirror: when he woke up from the polar ice, when he saw the city for the first time, his reaction was no different from that of the unnamed.

He is facing a brand new world, but he has companions to accompany him through it, and there are definite enemies to eliminate.What Anonymous faces is everyone's suspicion, and now there is still a prison that is completely inconsistent with the constitution/legal human rights.

Stephen didn't know what Anonymous had done, where he came from, what he was going to do.Now he sees a soldier, at a loss in peacetime, possibly suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder.

Stephen himself has experienced this kind of experience, so he has more sympathy—or empathy—for Anonymous that no one else has.

Unregistered suddenly turned around and looked at the captain: he couldn't know Unregistered's real background, and the words he said were purely from the heart. Take an unbiased look at any suspect who hasn't been convicted.It's hard to imagine the two being part of the same organization.

Unnamed suddenly felt a stagnant heaviness in his heart, as if it was about to overwhelm him.He didn't know that this feeling was called "guilt," or "ashamed."

In front of the captain's blue eyes, it's hard for someone, especially the unnamed one, not to feel this way.No matter how many people Stephen Roger killed, he thought, it was for a reason, for a greater purpose.But his hands were covered with meaningless blood, and his mind was filled with meaningless killings.

The azure blue eyes were like the ocean, but there was a terrifying depth beneath the seemingly calm sea. Unnamed avoided the captain's gaze, stared at his fingertips, and was silent for a while before summoning up the courage to speak.

"Captain Roger," he chose a more distant and respectful title, "we are people from different worlds."

This sentence is correct no matter from which perspective it is understood.

The commando captain nodded and took his leave quickly.Before leaving, he closed the door, moving very lightly, so as not to wake up the man immersed in his own thoughts.

Unknown sat there for a long time, trying hard to recall the name of the last player he killed, then the last one, and the last one.There is no impression at all, the only thing that is clear is that when he completes the kill, sometimes it is easy, sometimes it doesn't matter, sometimes it is self-satisfied, and sometimes it is joyful.

There are no such emotions as regret and sorrow.

Even his only friend "Jiyue Liuhuo" originated from the process of chatting with her while watching her bleed to death after he put her down.Everything is a game to her, but Unknown suddenly realizes that reality is no different from the game—he is such a cold-blooded person.

Unnamed forced himself to stare at the sun outside the window, his forehead began to ache again, and when he occasionally looked elsewhere, there were snow-white blind spots in his vision.This is a very novel experience.Time seems to have passed for a long time, or it may only be an instant, and the sun has moved some angles.

The click of the door opening was like a bullet being loaded.Unknown followed the muscle memory and hid behind the chair in a trance, trying to reach for the weapon, but found nothing.

There were two men at the door, the taller one was holding a dinner plate, and caught the unnamed guard in a straight line.Both of them froze for a moment, but immediately adjusted and put the dinner plate on the desk.

"Hey buddy, I'm Anton Jinhong, and he's Dr. Bruce Green." The shorter man came out from behind the chair in embarrassment and introduced, "It's dinner time! How are you doing today? I brought you a can of beer."

This is probably the kind of "walking hormone releaser" that friends often mention. Anonymous is as quiet as a chicken, and turns his attention to Dr. Green.

It is different from Mr. Jin Hong who has the word "sister" written all over his body.This Dr. Green, who seems to be just a scientific researcher, is very dangerous, and the unnamed vigilant heart is screaming desperately, but he just looks at the food on the table and shows full interest in the can of beer.He opened the can like an energy drink and took a swig.

Then choked to the point of tears.

The kind-hearted Dr. Lulu handed over a tissue and gave Mr. Anton Jinhong a look of contempt at Mr.

The door opened again, and a mechanical arm on wheels wriggled in, holding a glass that was almost overflowing.Anton had a look of complete disgust on his face.

"This is darling - clumsy, ouch!" Anton said, and was hit by the little mechanical hand, and almost half of the glass of water was spilled on the trouser leg.Anonymous tilted his head and stared at the little robot hand, thoughtfully.

"Hello, darling, I'm anonymous, thank you for the water." After a while, he introduced himself seriously.Behind him, Anton put away the smile on his face, exchanged glances with Bruce, and stared at Unknown together in a little puzzlement.

"Thank you, Mr. Jinhong, Dr. Lulu." After the meal, Anonymous neatly packed away the plates, knives and forks, and sat in front of the table, with a cute look in his eyes.This is probably the most cooperative prisoner in the world - of course the building is also the safest and most luxurious prison in the world.

"Just call me Anton—" "Bruce is fine." Two voices sounded at the same time, and the anonymous blinked in confusion. Suddenly, they advanced from friends and enemies to the point where they could call each other by their Christian names. The progress was indeed fast. up.

After Anton and Bruce said goodbye, they wandered around the room many times anonymously, and finally pulled down a dozen current affairs magazines and newspapers from the bookshelves, and watched the room's lighting change from day mode to soft night mode.I still feel a little dizzy when looking at the pages full of words, which can be ignored.He saw too many people today, and these superheroes—this is a new word he learned from the newspapers—seemed to rush to appear in front of him.

"Good evening, can I come in?" A familiar female voice sounded outside the door, and the unnamed gaze turned to the door, and he forced his tense muscles to relax and enter the "peace" mode.Weiss had opened the door for someone to come.

"Sorry, I can't return it to you yet. Here is your helmet...and the pot." Agent Natalia stood at the door with the iron helmet in one hand and the frying pan in the other.

Unknown took what she was holding, and let her into the room sideways.The door closes automatically.

Natalia naturally sat down on the armchair by the window, her gaze flicked over the pile of newspapers and magazines for a moment, and she passed over without a trace, watching the unnamed take out the towel from the cabinet, and leaned against the wall Start by carefully wiping the rough surface of the helmet.

"Are you still used to living?" If you don't look at the scene, this is almost a friendly neighborhood conversation.

"Ah, not bad." Unknown raised the corners of his mouth. In fact, he lived quite comfortably. If he didn't have to participate in the battle royale, he would have no objection even if he was imprisoned here for the rest of his life.

"If you need anything, you can tell Weiss directly."

"Thank you."

There was another long silence, and the two looked at each other, launching a silent, eye-to-eye battle.

After confirming the eyes, it's someone who doesn't want to talk.

Unnamed's smooth movements froze for a moment, and his eyes suddenly shifted from Natalia's face to the right. The female agent followed and turned her head, only seeing the snow-white wall.When she turned her gaze back, everything just now seemed to be an illusion.The man was still wiping the third-level head slowly, but the eyelids drooped, blocking the ice-blue pupils, almost showing a hint of softness.

In the end, he put the helmet on the bedside table, put the rag aside, and asked casually, "What time is it?"

"Eight o'clock in the evening, what's the matter?" This was the first time Unnamed showed interest in time, combined with his strange behavior just now, Natasha quietly made a note in her heart.

"Yeah." The unnamed expression didn't change at all, sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes clearly revealed the meaning of chasing away guests.

Agent Natalia didn't mind his nonchalant attitude, and walked away graciously.

"Can you turn off the light?"

In the darkness, the unnamed hands intertwined and placed on the lower abdomen, allowing himself to sink deeply into the mattress and close his eyes.Fluorescent subtitles are still beating in the pitch-black field of vision.

There is still time until the start of the game

11:58:14.

The author has something to say:

As I was writing, I suddenly felt sorry for Anonymous, if it would be nice for him to live in a normal world, then he would definitely be a little angel.He has been playing games continuously since he was "born", and he doesn't know much about the concept of human life. It will take a long time for him to understand the cruel fact that "you only live once", and it will probably be an unforgettable experience. I can't write, I would rather he has no heart all the time.

Because he is actually just data and has no concept of the difference between human beings and other organisms, he will also have the most basic respect for artificial intelligence.