romantic love

This is a morning that is no different from the past. As usual, I help Angie brush her teeth, wash her face, and change her diaper. slightly parted mouth.

Angie is not good at chewing, and is extremely hungry. Only this kind of feed can be used as their staple food for a long time, but in fact, my Angie likes human food very much, especially the kind of round meat that her father is good at wrapping. Dumplings, just help her chew them up before feeding her, and then add water to swallow them, no different from swallowing raw pills.After my father died, I never recreated this complicated and pointless dish.

"Dad...Dad..." After eating, Angie would become very active. She would speak occasionally, although she could barely utter a few syllables. At this time, the guardian could not leave, as leaving would make her very anxious.

"It's brother." I don't know how many times I corrected him, "Brother—brother—"

"Dad...Dad, Dad..." Her lips trembled, making a cry like the wings of an insect, "Come...Come..."

I touched her cheek: "Come back and make dumplings for you, okay? But they can only be quick-frozen."

"Jiaojiao..." She grinned and opened her mouth, waving her two chubby arms, "Jiaojiao..."

I shook the huge cradle under her, and patted her shoulders and back lightly. Under the gentle blowing of the breeze, An Qi quickly ended her excitement and fell asleep.

She was snoring like thunder, and her face was drooling after a while. I wiped her with a tissue, and then wrapped some absorbent gauze around her face to prevent her from being drowned by my surging saliva—this was not the case. Not impossible.

I didn’t forget to lock the door before leaving. After the last sexual assault incident, I changed the door lock of Angie’s room and reinforced the door. At least for a short period of time, she could no longer pry open the door lock to solve the estrus problem, or It was simply violently destroying a big hole in the door.

I opened the refrigerator, and in the freezer was the lazy food that I would go to the mall to prepare every weekend-a long loaf of bread that weighed several pounds, and I was too lazy to take it out. A piece of bread was placed on the plate, and I picked up a piece of butter with the tip of a knife and spread it on the bread. After closing the cabinet door, my breakfast was ready.

Well, it's almost time for work.

My transfer order came down just yesterday, and it was better than I imagined. It was not a particularly big personnel transfer. I was transferred from "White Rose" to "Red Rose", and even the location of my unit was just separated by a wall.

I used to be a love writer, and my unit "Love Writer Office" is simply called "White Rose". This set of memory codes is embedded in the female's brain to ensure that these artificial fertile containers can love their husbands with all their hearts and ensure their fidelity after the arrival of estrus.The main responsibility of the "Writing Department" where I work is to describe a beautiful love story like writing a novel, and then revise and confirm the manuscript with the "husbands". After the manuscript is confirmed, it will be handed over to the "Programming Department". Responsible for translating love stories into codes and implanting them in the brains of selected females.

However, "Red Rose", the full name of "Love Affairs Agency", has a much more troublesome job. They have to accompany the men to pick out the women they like, and introduce them from the perspectives of appearance, core, and actual functions just like introducing products. At the same time, White Rose will transfer the memory-implanted female to Red Rose, who will be responsible for packaging, delivery, door-to-door delivery, unconditional returns within seven days and free after-sales within three years.In addition, it is said that there is a giant recycling station at the bottom of the red rose, which is used to recycle females who have lost their fertility or Angel who no one wants to supervise. How does it work, who is in it, and where will the recycled people go? , all of which no one knows.

To be honest, the red rose is a disgusting place, I don't like it, but in fact, the white rose I stayed for a few years is not fundamentally different from it, a so-called writer, It's just avoiding all direct contact with the females, and walking as far as possible along the river. In this whole system, no one has clean shoes.

However, these are not what I am really worried about. A simple transfer seems too ordinary as revenge. I know how hard I gave Hawkins. Three surgeries, with that scumbag's character, it's not likely that he would just let it go.

After I simply registered in the personnel department, I officially joined Red Rose. The management was not in a hurry to put me, a novice transferred from the writing department, into any department of Red Rose, but asked me to attend a two-week training , After getting familiar with the operation of each department, you can enter the job and start formal work.

I followed a group of freshly graduated interns, led by an elderly supervisor, and walked down the tower-like Red Rose office building layer by layer.

Different from the double-storey building of White Rose, the office building of Red Rose is about 10 stories high, so we call them differently, one is called "Red Tower" and the other is called "White House". The place to go is even more exaggerated. Walk for about [-] minutes from the Red Tower, and a large blue house comes into view. Behind the tall white wall, the tile-blue buildings occupy the entire field of vision like an ocean. I don’t know if it is With the visual effect of cool colors, this large area is surprisingly quiet, not to mention human voices, and even the chirping of birds and beasts is rarely heard.

After the supervisor passed the pupil and fingerprint authentication, we walked into this blue field.Recovering from the initial amazement, I remembered the name of this place. Corresponding to the red tower and the white house, this place called "Blue Palace" is not only a mass production factory for females, but also a place for males to select "products" This means that if I am assigned to the sales department of Red Rose, this magnificent building complex will be my future workplace.

Before entering the Blue Palace, the supervisor asked us to line up, and he told us solemnly that this will be our first contact with the most primitive females, they do not have any consciousness and memory, they are just reproductive vessels that can estrus.

The moment we stepped into the sliding door, a blue deeper than the building itself flooded into our field of vision. I heard the boys and girls in the front row exclaim in a low voice. After the sliding door behind me closed, the entire sealed space seemed to be under the sea. Generally, it is cold, blue, and dim. This dim blue light comes from hundreds of glass chambers filled with liquid from far to near, and all the glass chambers contain pale and cold corpses. Their bodies, without exception, have their eyes closed tightly, their hands folded on their chests, their long hairs of various colors are floating in the turquoise culture fluid, and every organ is clearly presented in front of the visitor's eyes.

"You all know that females are also divided into males and females." The supervisor's eyes swept over everyone present, "80.00% of adult males will be forcibly assigned to a female after the age of 25, unless they choose to marry a female and have children." 30.00% of the females we produce are intersex sexual characteristics in order to meet the needs of gay men.”

The interns laughed softly, as if they found this kind of intersex people quite interesting.

This made me feel a little uncomfortable. I turned my head to the petri dish, trying to hide my emotions. The reflection on the glass of the petri dish made me see my impatience and resistance more clearly. I found a pair of sharp eyes on the mirror-like glass surface—they came from my supervisor, who was looking at me coldly, not knowing what he was thinking.

I regained my senses, suppressed my emotions, and continued to follow the large army.

The supervisor walked all the way to introduce us to the various characteristics of females. I didn't pay much attention to listening. I just paid attention to the pale bodies floating around me like floating corpses. There is no doubt that they are very beautiful, whether it is facial features or body , every inch of skin is smooth and firm, every organ is delicate and standard, and their bodies conform to the best proportions of human aesthetics——we know that human aesthetics, especially men's aesthetics, depends to a large extent on the perception of Judgment of subject's fertility.

"Any questions?" The supervisor asked before the sliding door to the next room opened.

The interns were not active at the moment, standing in the line without saying a word.

The supervisor cast his eyes on me, and I felt a little helpless, so I had to raise my hand and ask, "Are they alive?"

"It depends on what your definition of 'alive' is." He was clearly dissatisfied with my question, but still elaborated his reply ethically, "If you're talking about the ability to metabolize, they Of course there are, but the law obviously does not regard this kind of unconscious body as a human being. After all, you can destroy any body here as long as you pay enough compensation. As for the ethical issue of what is life, even today's The law can’t give you a standard answer either. It grants females with implanted memories certain human rights and allows them to be destroyed after they lose their function. This is inherently contradictory, isn’t it? Although a female’s individual consciousness is related to pregnancy When females lose their ability to conceive, they will also lose their individual consciousness and most of their physiological functions, but who can guarantee that they will return to their original state after experiencing unforgettable love and life as wives and mothers? unconscious state?"

It sounded quite human.

I raised my eyebrows and asked, "What do you think?"

The supervisor finally frowned: "Please ask more questions related to your future work practice."

I stopped talking and watched him press his palm on the touch-sensitive light screen beside him, the sliding door opened, and our team entered the second "workshop".

The second workshop is more shocking than the first one. If the first one is a production workshop, then this room is used for debugging.A large group of naked females lined up through a series of facilities for inspection. Their medical examinations included various aspects, but the most important adjustment items were undoubtedly aimed at reproductive organs and reproductive functions.

I turned my head and didn't want to look at it. This picture was so familiar that I couldn't help but think of my Angie lying in the cradle with her legs spread wide and her lower body full of scars. Every time I do this She thought I was going to play her favorite game with her, she smiled like an angel, and her movements and demeanor were as innocent and pure as all the females here, so I couldn't bear to look at her.

Not long after I looked away, screams of pain suddenly sounded out one after another in the originally quiet workshop. This was the first time I heard the voices of these females. Even their screams of pain were set to Perfect, the voice is soft and clear, the voice line is restrained and tactful, when moaning, it is pitiful and exciting.

The boys in front of me couldn't stand anymore. They began to change their stances in unison, shifting their weight to their left foot for a while, and shifting their weight to their right foot for a while. This is a sign of impatience and patience.

However, a few interns showed puzzled expressions and raised their hands to ask the supervisor: "Teacher, is this okay?"

"Don't worry." The supervisor still has no expression on his face, "This is just a routine pain training. Females must have a good sense of pain, otherwise they will not be able to play the role of caregiver, especially when raising children—— In one case, a female unconsciously crushed the bones of her whole body while hugging her baby because of insufficient pain training and no obvious pain sensation."

Everyone gasped, and the supervisor waved his hand: "Don't worry, the work of the production department and the debugging department will be handled by more professional researchers, and it has nothing to do with you who are not professional. We will go to The place where you are likely to work permanently in the future."

After finishing speaking, he led us away from the factory, which is known as a research institute, and walked towards the west area of ​​the Blue Palace. Within a few steps, we heard loud voices. The atmosphere of the west area was incompatible with the whole building. Most of the area is dark and quiet, like an underground palace. However, the moment you step into the west area, it is like entering a flower and bird market.

I rubbed my temples, and it was no surprise that the layout of the West District was very market-like. The females were no longer in petri dishes filled with blue liquid, but in transparent square glass display cabinets. Men and women as beautiful as elves or Sitting or standing on display inside, they put their hands on the transparent glass surface, looking at the pedestrians with various eyes, seeming a little curious.

"Teacher," a boy raised his hand and asked, "What criteria are used to assign females? Is it just appearance?"

"They are only different in appearance, and customers can choose by themselves," the supervisor paused, and lowered his voice with a smile, "Of course this is just an external statement. Red Rose has a clear classification for them, based on appearance, learning ability, passion , Fertility is weighted according to a certain ratio, and the scores obtained represent their quality. Of course, this data will not be released to the public, and we will introduce them to different exhibition halls according to different customers."

"Then where is the exhibition hall we are in now?"

"It's the highest level." I said casually, because among the group of customers, I saw the rich man who was half disabled by me yesterday, Hawkins.

The supervisor glanced at me without denying it.

All the females in the display cabinet are wearing white long sweaters with simple black codes on them. Once selected by the customer, the salesperson will take the "goods" out of the display cabinet according to the corresponding number plate.I watched from afar as Howkins violently changed one target after another. He held up a thin rod used for inspection, lifted up their clothes, flipped their bodies with a metal rod, even provoked their genitals, and beat them. The back and buttocks, which are obviously beyond the scope of selection, can be regarded as venting anger and violence.

"Teacher." I asked the supervisor, "Don't customers need to be stopped for such behavior?"

The supervisor shrugged, obviously not paying attention to me, since just now he seems to have been deliberately ignoring me, which is not surprising, I know how unlovable I am.

"Teacher, I also don't think this is good." The girl in the first row suddenly said, "This is obviously out of bounds."

Only then did the supervisor sigh and wave over there, and a salesman ran over as if seeing a savior.

"Is it picky?" His tone was a little casual, "Let him see 'sss'."

Without waiting for us to ask, he answered: "sss, an Angel was sent not long ago."

"Angie?"

"What, Angie?"

Howkins and the interns voiced their doubts in unison.

"An Qi is also in the range of sales?"

"Theoretically not," the supervisor said coldly, "Although An Qi said that most of them are mentally retarded, they are different from those man-made creatures. They have their own independent consciousness and are not suitable for implanting memories, but that Angel is different. It was sent to be destroyed."

"Then why wasn't he euthanized?"

"Because I can't bear it." The salesperson on the side explained to Hawkins in a low voice, "Its appearance, ability and passion are all perfect, and even the highest rating is not enough to show its quality, so we call it 'sss'."

"Oh?" Regal was obviously moved, "Then why hasn't it been selected so far?"

"Because it has personality." The salesman said, "In other words, it is 'live'!"

"Interesting." Howkins smiled suddenly, and his falcon-like eyes suddenly turned to us, to be precise, staring at me, and I realized that he probably saw me a long time ago, "That intern over there, Come and take a look with me, don't you know An Qi very well?"

I pretended I didn't hear it, but everyone turned their eyes to me, which made me feel like a thorn in my back for a moment.

"Stop pretending to be an ostrich, I didn't see you being so cowardly when you hit someone." Hawkins sneered, "Get over here, Meng Liang."