[Quick Transmigration] A report on the adaptation of an AI to society

Lois repeats to you for the 200th time. Roy likes pink and sweets very much. My brother likes blue. He seems to be disgusted with sweetness, but for Roy’s sake, he will share a sweet and greasy cream cake with her. Because Royce loves Roy very much.

This time you were uncharacteristically, with a gentle smile on your face, and you stirred the pink gel substance on the plate with a fork, "Tell me more, Roy, your story reminds me of myself, the past always So nice, isn't it."

Lois squeezed the plate tightly, as if he hadn't expected such a response, tears seemed to form in his moist brown eyes: "God, I... Cyril, I don't even know how to repay your kindness, Few people are willing to listen to this, and Roy seldom talks about it. If you are willing to share these boring memories with Roy, I am so happy..."

Lois burst into tears, you have to try to appease this delicate and sensitive girl, you are really not good at dealing with these things-oh, why are there such creatures in the world who shed tears when they are happy and sad?For example, a baby, or a girl who likes to be sad and sad.

Finally Lois stopped crying, shrugged his nose, and began to pluck the vocal cords softened by tears, using gorgeous and lengthy adjectives and metaphors to pile up the beautiful past in his memory, moving his lips tremblingly, stopping from time to time , peering at your expression nervously and anxiously.

Even if your smile is followed by a thousand weary yawns, you still have to force yourself to look directly into Lois's tear-filled eyes, trying to make him feel heard—to encourage him to hold on With my poor self-confidence, I continued to make up the story.Although your poor attention will be caught by some mess no matter what, but by then the little girl opposite has been completely immersed in her own world, and that fragile heart is filled with sweet and beautiful false memories. Will care that his only audience is a little distracted.

"Number B-421, Cyril, someone is looking for you, from Calvin, Imperial County." The AI ​​poked its head out from the wall, interrupting Lois's endless story and your fugue, and it muttered as usual He complained: "I said that the communication delay here is very serious, and I suggested that he can record what he wants to say in advance, but he insisted on meeting you in person—why are human beings always so stubborn and never understand the importance of efficiency..."

You apologize to Lois for the unsurprising surprise: "Oh, sorry, it looks like I'll have to go away for a while, this call was inhumane."

"It's okay." Lois rubbed his reddened eyes, showing a soft and sad smile, "This is enough, Cyril, I am very glad that there is someone who is willing to share these memories with me, even if one day I pass away, I will If someone remembers my brother, my brother will not disappear."

Looks like he's moved enough by himself, you think.

You pursed your lips and showed a sad expression cooperatively: "I can understand your mood, Roy, go to your room to rest for a while, you need to sort out your mood, no brother wants to see yourself The beloved sister is so sad."

"Cyril..." Lois clasped his fingers in front of his chest, and you saw the ring on his pale knuckles, "You are so kind, I hope you can reunite with your brother as soon as possible."

And that's thanks to you, Lois.

You smile, say goodbye to the female soul in front of you, then follow the AI's arrow into the phone booth, and wait for the AI ​​to be unplugged as if you were going through the process.

"Okay." You waited for Joshua's figure to disappear before your eyes, and immediately kicked off the stool and rushed all the way to the dormitory, Lois was poking on the wall with his back facing you, "What's the matter, no response... Lois muttered in a low voice, craned his neck, and stared at the dark wall in front of him in puzzlement.

You walked up behind Lois with silent steps, and strangled his slender neck suddenly. The little girl's personality would only struggle a few times weakly, but you still carefully controlled the strength, after all, you need It's a madman who wakes up automatically, not a Sleeping Beauty waiting for the kiss of true love.

You relax your arms, letting Lois fall limply on the floor, and after confirming that his soul is temporarily taken over by the realm of nothingness, you break his stiff fingers and forcefully take off the ring, but even after losing consciousness , Lois reacted to it anyway.He twitched his empty ring finger and moved his lips like a dying fish, as if calling for his own soul that was stripped off by the devil.You looked down at the unconscious Lois, and slowly clenched your hands, the hard ore biting your palm.

The doctor leaned against the door frame and watched you finish these criminal deeds without saying a word.He waited for you to come over before handing you the first mate's eyeball.

"Go, take care of yourself." He said, you bent the corner of your lips, took the jar, lowered your head while he was not paying attention, and quickly kissed his index finger on the bottle, his body and his own as cold as crystals.The doctor bent his knuckles and touched your lips, you smiled, straightened up and said: "This is the first time I have practiced, wish me luck, doctor, I have a hunch - maybe the Holy Spirit of the universe is in my head Inspiration, maybe after this time we won't see each other again."

"Well," the doctor was silent for a moment, his disguised voice seemed to be mixed with other emotions, "goodbye."

"Goodbye." You kissed him through the mask.

Carefully holding the jar, you pressed the doorbell on the heavy hatch, and the sound of the doorbell sounded very concrete — as concrete as a mechanical spider crawling around.The spider crawls out from the small hole in the wall and climbs up your arm. You raise your arm calmly and let the unique doorbell look at you with its eight rolling eyes.The mechanical spider quickly crawled to your fingertips, and jumped back with your information. After a while, a face with a stinky expression filled the screen, "Who! Don't you know it's busy here!"

"Professor, I'm sorry to disturb you, but this is an urgent matter." You raised the jar in your hand to the other party. "The AI ​​​​controlling the temperature is out of order, and the first mate's prosthesis is a bit mutated, so the doctor urgently needs your help."

Anderson showed cloudy eyes at you, and twitched the corners of his mouth mockingly, "Ah! Alright! This is the end of trusting a bunch of data. Look, without that data ghost, you are worse than a naked baby!" Professor Anderson Cursing and pushing the door open a small gap, a mechanical arm came out nimbly like a snake, "Just give it to me, get out of here."

You take a step back, dodging the mechanical arms that "swoosh" fluttering in the air, "No, Professor Anderson, the doctor told me to make sure you pick it up yourself, instead of throwing it in the trash after I turned around—because The mate needs it."

Anderson waved his arms angrily at this and shouted: "Okay! Come in, you little bitch raised by the devil!" The hatch was kicked open by Anderson, and the air with a strong smell of chemicals overflowed from the room on the floor Up and down, you couldn't help but sneezed a few times.

Anderson stuffed his hands into his pockets, didn't even look at you, and kept muttering, "Ha, I don't care about that ghost, I know him, isn't he the idiot with a body fat rate higher than that of a whale? It’s him! It’s him who installed this serious violation of privacy in my sacred private place! God, it’s a great cosmic epiphany to make him blind! Isn’t it good to keep going like this?”

"Don't mix your personal emotions into your work, Professor Anderson," you said softly, "The first mate has always done a good job."

Anderson was furious because of your interruption, stomping his foot, "Ah! What! I'm in charge of his work... Oh, shut up! I don't need you to tell me what you think you are! Put that piece of meat down , Get out of here! Get out, immediately!"

You shrugged, put the jar down under Anderson's stare, and when you turned around, you stretched out your finger, flicking the nearby flask under Anderson's invisible supervision, and the empty flask wobbled and fell directly over the edge.The experimental lunatic yelled, and flew to the ground, narrowly catching the flask.

Anderson lay on the ground and cursed: "You donkey's hoof! Do you know how expensive my equipment is! I..."

You didn't hesitate, and when his back was facing you, you rushed forward and strangled his neck tightly. Anderson uttered a strange cry, and densely packed mechanical objects in the distance rushed towards you, and a mechanical creature flew over, biting you. Fang blocked the attack with his arm, and snapped his windpipe neatly, so that his clever mind could no longer organize any wonderful scolding battles.The bio-machines controlled by Anderson's brainwaves are also stuck in motion, piled lifelessly in the corner, you exhale, kick away the experimental body at your feet, and throw the machine nailed to the arm on the ground, hastily Bandaged the wound.

Anderson is a very suspicious person. Even if he finds something wrong, he can't help but use his experimental baby to tear you into pieces—anyway, in his eyes, a human life is worse than a flask, and the captain dare not provoke this experiment. Crazy, so you can only resort to such violence.

You lift Anderson's head up, press it against the wall to open the secret compartment, and a carefully sealed petri dish appears in front of your eyes. You throw away the poor professor and take out the petri dish. You know that the seemingly empty vessel actually swims. There are many spores with teeth and claws moving-just an exaggeration, you know they have no mouths in hibernation at this moment.

You don't know how Anderson got these high-risk things. Although these sci-fi-looking guys are more terrifying than any virus, their populations are rare, and they don't have the superpower of viruses multiplying crazily with exponential characteristics-they are almost picked by themselves conditions for reproduction are extinct.In reality, these aliens are only distributed in thriller movies, children's nightmares and unscrupulous sci-fi pictorials.Although this kind of thing is easy to use, its uncontrollability is directly proportional to its ease of use. The result of a few attempts is either that you lose your mind after being infected, or you are swallowed alive by this behemoth, no matter what it is , this ending is not very pleasant.

You stick the prepared imager on the petri dish, and Lois’s ring appears among the spores, shaking gently with the water flow, you smile, and put the petri dish under the lamp of the laboratory bench, as if Spotlight where the lights are all the rage.

Come on, Lois.

The author has something to say:

Today's update is late, although no one should care about it hahaha, but I'm still sorry, because some unpleasant things happened yesterday