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

The giant stretched out his gnarled fingers from the sleeve robe, and began to gently pluck the harp in his hand. The notes fell when his thick cocoons touched the spider-like strings, and some were so thick that they sank into the earth. Some are so light that they fly to the clouds.The giant's hands jumped between the strings with incredible flexibility, just like a dancer selflessly showing his complex steps.You catch a silver note and it sings loudly in your palm.

"This song is for you, my beloved angel of the moon, it is you who gave me such a perfect inspiration," the giant's voice rolled down from the sky, like an endless thunder, "your graceful posture makes me feel so beautiful." Thinking of the cool and soft night like silk and satin, the stars twinkle on it, and the moonlight shines on me, like the tenderest gaze of a lover."

You put away the notes and bowed to thank you, "Thank you for your generous compliments, Sandalphon, if I had been more leisurely, I would rather dedicate this long time to your beautiful music, but my father ordered me to give Ask for new melodies to be played by the angels at the coming of the Son."

"Oh, God's Eden, I have seen that child, he has the appearance of a god, no one does not love him, even I was deeply moved by his flawless innocence, let me create these as the theme privately, I'd be more than happy to pop a whole new hymn for him."

Shang Dafeng stood up, the earth was like vibrating strings under his feet, the dust shook off his black robe, each grain made a deep hole in the ground, and several angels helped him put the prayer to God The wreath is straightened to show respect for the father on the throne.He didn't start playing until his heart was filled with reverence for God.

In these tunes you see the mountains, the sky fills your head, and the plains stretch on and on. God said: Create man in my image, so there is Adam, and Adam spits out the name of the world. Birds and beasts surround him and treat him as a new Surrounded like a king...

Shang Dafeng dialed a dry note, which fell like a heavy stone, and the angel helped him catch it.He carefully picked up the strange note with his fingertips, and put it in front of his eyes. The giant's expression became a little sad, showing the sadness that belonged to the artist, "Oh, I have forgotten it! The arrival of the messenger made me abandon everything. Sad, but Messenger of Mercy, it has been so long since it rained! My harp curls in the dryness, it begins to dry up, it is not as clear as before, and it can no longer sing of the murmuring waters - behold, the poor My little one is like a shriveled grape! Sally, can you bring me back some spring water to wet its parched throat?"

"Very happy."

You took the kettle and went north to fetch water.

Along the way, many angels also came to draw water, and their chatter and laughter leaped out like birds, but none of them talked to you, and when you walked by, their chatter and laughter fell away.You have long been used to this kind of marginal exclusion. If you put it in the past, you may encounter some cute magic as a boring little embellishment, sometimes a giant reptile, sometimes a waterfall falling from the sky.

Michael was not less angry about this. If you catch a troublemaker, you must pluck the feathers on his wings as a warning to others, but you usually stop him. Pleasing to the eye - just because you are different from them.True malice is silent, wrapping around you like a bone-chilling chill running down your spine. This misty feeling cannot be dispelled or detected. It hides behind smiles and kindness, and never shows. own trail.

You went to the spring without any problems, and the spring here was blessed by the Lord to flow down from the sky, and over time formed a lake in the depression.After you bent down to draw the water, you didn't leave immediately, but put the jug aside and concentrated on looking at your own reflection. You wanted to see the "beauty" that Michael praised.

The strange young man in front of him put his hair behind his head, and the long black hair poured down like a waterfall. At night, he decorated his eyes with his skirt and sprinkled fine diamond starlight.

Beautiful, indeed beautiful, delicate and hollow like fragile china, something seemed to be missing from this perfect exterior.

what is it then?

This answer is vaguely emerging from the pond of shallow consciousness. It is not language, but it is presented in a more direct and primitive way. It is as flexible as a fish, and it is passed through your tightened fingers several times. slide out.You struggle to catch this ghostly figure from your chaotic thoughts.

A sudden ripple ripples the mirror-smooth surface, rings crashing into rings, throwing your shadow into pieces.The water splashed and wet your long hair.You immediately straightened up, and the perpetrator was squatting next to you and smiling at you: "Hey, beauty, have you never noticed that there is someone next to you?"

The stranger has golden hair, only the light of the Lord can have such brilliance, and he looks at you with a smile, and his face is as graceful and powerful as a god.But you don't have the time to appreciate the beauty of the other person. He probably thinks you are feeling sorry for yourself or intoxicated by your own reflection. This is his business. The important thing is that he interrupts your thinking. the behavior of.

You stand up, walk around behind him under the gaze of the stranger, and kick him into the lake.

He thumped vigorously in the water and yelled at your back: "Hey, don't go away! We can still have a profound and friendly exchange of doctrine! I saw you in the temple. Are you called Sariel? ? Let me tell you, my name is..."

With the corners of your mouth tight, you spread your six wings and flew away, leaving all the chatter of this guy behind you.

You know who he is, but you just don't want to talk to him.

After thanking you repeatedly for your dedication, Shang Dafeng finally finished composing the hymn. He engraved the tune on the leaves and handed it to you. You bowed to say goodbye and flew nonstop to the seventh heaven.

The temple is busy and orderly, and each angel performs his own duties, adorning the vast dome with his most cherished feathers, hoping to give the Son of God an unprecedented glory.

"Sariel, here." The beautiful silver-haired angel greeted you happily when he saw you from a distance, and you walked over to hand him the hymn.

"Heaven cannot be separated from Shang Dafeng's songs." Gabriel held up the score in admiration, and it danced and flew to the side to adjust the instrumentalists.You smiled and were about to leave when a little boy jumped out from behind Gabriel, "Sariel, you look so good today! You look so good everywhere!" Metatron grabbed your leg and lifted himself up With a round face, "Hold me up!"

"Can't you fly yourself?" You squeezed the tiny wings of Midalene, and bent down to pick up the brat.

Midalene hugged your neck happily, and wiped the saliva on your face, "Sariel is the best! Michael is a big villain!"

Does this have any connection, you think.

"Let's go to the clock tower to play, there are singing pigeons there!" Midalene complained, "It's too boring here." Gabriel next to him showed a soft smile, stretched out his hand to straighten Midalene's messy curly hair, "Then trouble you, Sally, you know that children can't sit still in this kind of occasion."

"Ok."

You walked out of the temple with Midalene in his arms, Midalene grabbed your hair with his small hands, he wrapped the black hair around your wrist curiously, and then opened his mouth while you were not paying attention Bite up.

Maybe you not only need to wash your face, but also your hair.

"Sariel!" he yelled, dangling his legs so that you could barely hold him.

"Ok?"

"Why is your hair black? Your eyes are black too!"

"It is the will of the Lord, Medalon, as you have curly orange hair and golden eyes."

Middalen hugged your neck tightly, and said in a cheerful tone, "Sariel, you are different! Your hair is different, and your eyes are also different!"

"Oh." You stare absently at the clock tower, a few crystal balls floating around the spire, a pigeon trying to fit the shiny spherical object into its tiny gut, and it turns out the poor bird Pigeons are flung around with the prize in their bellies.

"Is the rest of Sariel the same?" Midalene let go of his arms, hung his body upside down, reached out his hand and quickly grabbed the corner of your clothes, trying to lift your clothes off quickly, "I I want to see, I want to see!"

you:"……"

You didn't know this chubby kid could be so flexible.

"What are you doing, Midalene, you're harassing others again." Michael suddenly appeared, grabbing the little boy by the wings like a chicken cub and lifting him up.

Midalene flicked his limbs in mid-air and yelled, "You scoundrel! Let me go! I'm going to tell my father that you bullied me!" Michael was unmoved, and even threw She shook off this little angel who only had a background, "Okay, don't harass Sariel, go find someone else."

Midalene complained heartbreakingly: "Tyrant! I almost finished lifting Sariel's skirt!"

"...Wait, skirt?"

Neither of these two guys has an answer to your question, but instead they're preoccupied with their spat.

Michael looked at him indifferently: "If you do this again, be careful and I will throw you to Uriel."

"You—" Midalene's eyes widened, but his momentum suddenly withered, "Hmph, I don't believe you haven't thought about doing this before, you just want to save face! But we can cooperate, don't you tell Uli Er, how about I share the results with you."

"Whoever wants to cooperate with you, only I can see."

"Sariel is not yours! You tyrant! Monarch!"

"I haven't said you little bastard yet, but you take a bite instead, and I'll tell you again, don't allow Sariel to harass you."

"You really don't want to lift Sally's skirt?"

"I……"

With a dark face, you pressed the heads of these two guys and knocked them in the middle, "If you talk nonsense again, I will throw you all to Uriel. The Lord has come, please be quiet."

One big and one small follow you into the temple in desperation.

The author has something to say:

who are we?

Code words!

Why code words?

Head pumped!

What about procrastination?

Just hit it!

So I'm late with lazy cancer, should I change the daily label? qwq