Melissa War

"Vin, do you think Alex can think?" The weather was fine, and Andre relaxed and lay on a deck chair under the shade of a tree.

Sunshine, blue sky, and of course beauties, Andre looked not far away, where Alex was preparing refreshments for them.The dazzling blond hair swayed slightly in the sun, catching people's eyes.

"Inorganic synthetics have human consciousness? Impossible, master." Wayne cut off his delusions unceremoniously, expressing contempt for the master's whimsy, "You must have watched too many boring science fiction movies."

No matter how human-like it looks, its essence is still a synthetic product of inorganic substances.The so-called thinking is nothing more than making choices according to established procedures, which is the essence of intelligent machines.Perhaps the stress response system in the body of the MAX-IX series has been perfected, but the program written by "1" and "0" still has only two answers, yes or no, there will be no third answer.

If there is a third answer, there is only one reason: the airframe is malfunctioning and needs to be sent back for repair.

"You're right, Wayne." Andre smiled.

It is just my imagination to think that a machine can think, be happy, be sad, and be desperate.Even if there was an abnormality, it was just the chaos that occurred after the body was attacked by the virus.

"Master, your black tea." Alex pushed the dining car over and delivered the black tea to him.

"It tastes good, thank you, Alex." Andre took a sip, and it was still a familiar taste. He missed it very much and couldn't help but praise.

"I'm glad you like it, master." Alex smiled decently and respectfully.

Andre closed his eyes, unwilling to look at his smile again.

Expressing gratitude with tact and respect is the normal response of an intelligent bionic being praised.He won't be so nervous that his forehead sweats, and he won't be so happy that his face will blush. Those are just the hallucinations in his memory of being dizzy and dizzy from the scorching sun on a certain summer afternoon.

All the beautiful illusions dissipated like flowing clouds, dissipating in the crimson all over the ground.

Virus Melissa, Andre suddenly missed it, the beautiful and deadly Virus Melissa.

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The owner is a gentle and handsome man.

This is Alex's conclusion based on all the information he has obtained.

Owners like to treat him like a human.

This is still the conclusion made by Alex based on all the information he got.

this is not right.

After systematic analysis and induction, this conclusion is obtained.

Human beings have more or less quirks.

Alex repeatedly scoured the database to find this information and find an appropriate justification for the host's inappropriate behavior.

Since it is a human quirk, they, as machines, must tolerate, obey and get used to it.This is the final conclusion.

The internal clock reminded him that two hours had passed.

Alex slowly opened his eyes.

The room is very quiet, the master is still dealing with his documents, and his body is covered with the master's coat.

With a thermostat, he doesn't feel cold, but he doesn't protest when his master puts clothes on him.

He doesn't need food, he doesn't need sleep, he doesn't feel cold.But when the owner said Alex, take a break, he immediately lay down on the sofa obediently, closed his eyes, and put the body into the energy-saving mode.He didn't even object when the master put the coat back on.

The owner's wish must be fulfilled.

This is the rule.

You don't need to know the reason, just obey.

This is also a rule.

When Alex came to the above conclusion, his host's displeasure flashed through his stress circuit when he said he didn't need those things. Of course, those were useless information, so he automatically chose to ignore them.

"Owner."

The master, who was busy with work, looked tired and frowned.

Alex stepped forward and pressed him on the shoulder.

"Alex." The master sighed softly, his brows gradually relaxed.

Alex smiled, his massage skills were impeccable.

In Alex's database, the information about Andre Taylor, his master, is kept in the front row for him to use and analyze at any time.Other information is stored sequentially according to the emission rules.

There are so many kinds of information that I get every day, it takes a little time to organize and summarize, to discard the chaff and save the chaff.

Alex chose to scan his body every night when he was sleeping, sort out the database, and then file the information one by one.

In fact, Alex doesn't need sleep at all, but Wayne - the owner's secretary has prepared the room for him from the beginning, and every night at 10 o'clock, his owner will say good night to him on time.

That night the master not only said good night to him, but also kissed his forehead before leaving.

Alex lay down and found that his inner core was running faster than usual.It was running at high speed for no reason, and various data streams were rushing desperately in the neural circuits.In humans, it's called hyperactivity; in machines, it's called hyperthermia, which sucks.

Alex tried to find the reason, but a slight effort made the situation worse, and soon the body felt hot.

Forcing myself to go into hibernation kept the situation from getting worse.

By the time he finally calmed down, it was already late at night.

Nerve endings that have just experienced an overheating condition are sharper than usual.For this reason, Alex scanned something strange in his body.

It was a small black box that was locked, quietly lying in the deepest part of Alex's core, surrounded by heavy data streams, looming.

Alex tried to open it, without success.

Being a machine is not curiosity, but the instinct to explore the truth.This was Alex's explanation for trying to open it whenever he had a spare moment.

However, I have tried various decoding methods, but without success.

Weird little box.

Alex called it that, refusing to give up trying to open it.

The key is either in the hands of the owner or in the hands of the manufacturer, but Alex firmly believes that he can open it, because he is the product of MAX-IX, the highest achievement of intelligent technology and bionic technology.

Time flies by as Alex serves his master, as Alex fights the strange locket.

One day, Alex delivered snacks to the owner as usual, and when he opened the door, he heard the owner arguing with someone.

Alex didn't want to peek, in fact he was standing at the door to watch blatantly, but the angry master didn't notice his presence.

"I won't allow it, Morrie." For some unknown reason, the master was getting angry at the image on the screen, which was Morrie Dexen, the master's best friend.

"Be reasonable, Andre. It's just a routine check." Mr. Dirksen was also angry.

"This kind of thing is so insulting."

"Andre, he's not human, he's just a machine."

"It doesn't work anyway."

"Andre, I'm worried about you. You know I just lost two labs because of Melissa. I don't want to take any more risks."

"This has nothing to do with Alex."

"I just want to make sure he's safe."

"Of course he is in a safe state, I can guarantee that, no confirmation is needed."

The atmosphere became more and more tense, and both sides of the conversation were on the verge of losing control.

"I am willing to accept the inspection, master." Alex received his own voice, calm and serene, without any fluctuations.

The eyes of both parties in the quarrel intertwined on him.He didn't flinch, and still stood there firmly.

Very good performance, he gave himself a high score.

However, such a good performance did not bring him any benefits, it just let him end up surrounded by various machines.

In order to ensure the safety of his friends, Maury Dirksen sent a team of experts to conduct a safety inspection on Alex.Although his master, Mr. Andre Taylor, finally thought that Mr. Dirksen was making a fuss out of a molehill.

Alex was sure that he didn't like this kind of inspection, if it wasn't because the master was sitting next to him, holding his palm firmly, he would definitely choose to sleep to ignore this kind of inspection.

Every corner of the body has been repeatedly scanned for perspective analysis. This feeling is really bad.

But the master's warm palm gave him the strength to stabilize.

"Alex, I'm sorry. There won't be a next time, I promise." Afterwards, the owner hugged him and apologized.

If there is a next time, it's not too bad.

At least the Master was watching him the whole time, worrying about him, instead of looking through him at something Alex didn't know.

That's enough.

The weather is really nice today, isn't it?Alex smiled in his master's arms.