God's Souvenir

"Feyya, pass me a wrench, please."

Pale-skinned hands held the wrench and handed it over.

"Fei Jia, please pass me the package of screws."

A bag of screws was delivered to the eyes.

"Fetya, please pass me a bottle of Coke—"

A beeping timer/bomb/bomb was sent to the eyes.There are only 30 seconds left in the countdown above, and the red number is still decreasing.

Tsuruhara Hikami sat cross-legged on the cushion in the tea room, busy with the things in his hand, and at the same time ordered the visiting guests to pass things to him with peace of mind.

The person who watched him busy beside him also said what to deliver without complaint.Although he was shocked that this person was so considerate, Tsuruhara Hikami not only didn't show any gratitude, but made it even worse.

Until even the Coke needs to be handed over by the other party, what is handed to the front is not the Coke, but the timer/bomb/bomb that is timing.

The hand that stretched out to pick up something retracted like an electric shock.At the same time, the supernatural power is activated, and the timing/bomb/bomb will be dissipated in the next second.

Tsuruhara Himi turned his head to look, and Fyodor looked at him with a smile on his face: "Do you need Coke as a raw material?"

The half-finished humanoid doll lying on its back on the table made a difficult nod towards the air, repeating mechanically: "Do you need Coke as a raw material?"

Judging by his attitude, as long as Tsuruhara Hiken dared to say yes, the other party could wring his head off in the next second.

"This idea is very constructive. Maybe we can try adding cola to the doll." Tsuruhara Hinami automatically filtered out the threatening meaning in the other party's words. Does it affect it? Maybe it will turn into a carbonated beauty?"

Fyodor didn't speak, just looked at him silently, piercing his body with thorn-like eyes.

However, the parties turned a blind eye.

"Just do what you say. Fei Jia, the human form is your proposal, and what it turns into in the end is also related to you?" Himi Tsuruhara got up and went to the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator door and took out a can of Coke, "Responsible for me Take responsibility, otherwise I don't care if it becomes a headache for you."

There was a muffled "bang" sound behind him. It was the sound of something colliding with the table.

Tsuruhara Himi looked back.Fyodor was withdrawing his hand from the wine bottle.

The other party raised half of his mouth and sneered: "I prefer red wine beauties."

The joke is a bit cold.Obviously, the two people present, including the semi-finished products on the table, couldn't get to this point.

"Huh?" The person who proposed the idea of ​​a drink beauty genius dragged his voice out in surprise, "Don't you even leave me the steps? It's boring, it's boring—"

The figure lying on the table is a young girl with black hair and red eyes. The completed head is ninety percent similar to the other party Fyodor himself.This is almost certainly a sexually altered version of Fyodor's childhood image.

But the producer refused to admit it: "It was only made according to your image, Fei Jia. How could it be a sexually transformed version? Dolls don't have gender!"

So this is an acknowledgment of the fact of borrowing the image of a friend.

I used half a box of wrenches, ten bags of screws, a wad of Japanese yen, and a whole filet mignon, and finally added the red wine that Fyodor brought out.Adding such messy materials together, the young female figure produced is no different from ordinary human beings in appearance.

Fyodor, who has some understanding of the unique hobbies of the leaders of the gangsters in Hong Kong, looked at the human figure and found it hard to say.

Did the former little friend leave him and go further and further on an unknown road?This hobby should not be contagious, right?

On the contrary, the parties concerned did not think there was any problem with it.

Tsuruhara Hiken picked up the chip with a mouse pattern placed on the corner of the table, and stabbed it into the back of the doll's neck.

"Creating life out of thin air is a realm that only the legendary gods can touch." He squatted in front of the table, stretched out his hand and rubbed the hair of the little girl in a white dress, "My supernatural power can't do this kind of thing. The so-called Giving life, the most intuitive explanation is—a humanoid computer?”

This word is vivid and easy to understand.Fyodor looked at the young girl standing barefoot on the table: "Making a humanoid body into a central processing unit and using an unknown program to control it. Can it evolve into an artificial intelligence with emotions from the very beginning?"

The little girl in the white skirt bent her mouth at him.

"No, I'm very skeptical. Regarding whether these artificial intelligences already have feelings, I have the greatest doubts." Tsuruhara Hiken flattened the corners of his mouth, and became very indifferent towards the young girl.

The two of them didn't take care of the self-awareness of non-human beings at all, and talked about whether she could have emotions in front of the newly born artificial life without any concealment.

The newborn figure is like a blank sheet of paper, and can only grow rapidly by imitating the surroundings.After seeing Tsuruhara Hiken's expression, she also learned to pull down the corners of her mouth to look unhappy.

He Yuan frowned every day, and she also learned to frown.Heyuan tilted her head every day, and she also learned to tilt her head.

Fyodor bent down to observe her, and she bent down at the same time, leaning forward in the other's direction.The foreheads of the two people collided suddenly, and there was a muffled sound.

His forehead must be red.Fyodor supported his head and straightened up, and sure enough, his forehead was a lot red.

"Pain." The young girl's soft voice stated the fact without any ups and downs.

Receiving Fyodor's questioning gaze, Tsuruhara Hiken smiled reservedly: "I didn't install a pain-sensing system on her, she's talking about pain for you."

The young girl repeated: "It hurts. My forehead hurts."

She followed Feordo's questioning expression.

"Her learning speed is very fast. You just need to take her to a crowded place, and you can gain a subordinate with a complete behavior in an hour." Tsuruhara Himi clapped his hands, looking at the show "Okay. Since I'm already your subordinate, I'll leave the matter of the name to you."

The producer's gesture of shaking hands with the shopkeeper is very obvious.

Fyodor didn't want to argue with him.Since meeting again, the character of the other party has changed a lot, becoming more uncertain and elusive.

Although it made him feel a little weird to name a doll who looked very similar to himself when he was a child.But imprinting a strong individual who can see the future is a sure-fire thing that no one would be unwilling to do.

The young girl tilted her head, as if she didn't understand what the two men were talking about.She put on a ignorant and innocent look, and she looked worse than a baby.

It's too hypocritical, and the acting is exaggerated without hiding it.

At the blind corner of Fyodor's line of sight, Tsuruhara Higen quietly gave him a look of "don't act too much".It is used to remind the other party of abnormality.

The little girl smiled innocently at him.The hateful angle of the corner of his mouth is exactly the same as his usual.

"Aurora." The devil finalized the name, "It's called Aurora."

The young girl repeated: "Aurora."

"Sleeping Beauty?" Tsuruhara Hinami obviously thought of the well-known fairy tale, and blurted out, "No, it's not like that either? How does our cute little Aurora look like that cursed princess?"

Even so, the name has already been used naturally.The duplicity Mr. Tsuruhara.

Aurora had already confirmed her belonging from the conversation between the two, so she jumped off the table and stood obediently and quietly behind Fyodor.She imitated whatever Fyodor did, as if she had already regarded him as an object of imitation.

Fyodor turned around and taught her with great interest: "Aurora, Fyodor, Sin'dorei."

Aurora repeated: "Aurora, Fyodor, Sin'dorei."

"Sin'dorei is a fool."

"Sin'dorei is a fool."

Himi Tsuruhara waved his arms in protest beside him: "It's too much! It's too much, Fei Jia!"

"I just tested how strong Arlo's receptivity is." Fyodor stopped the meaningless conversation and asked instead, "Arlo, what is the world? Answer me."

Arlo's movements froze for a moment, as if there was a freeze due to CPU overload.She paused for a moment and answered intuitively: "The world is a meaningless substance, another type of substance that carries life activities."

"No. The world is--it's you." She quickly broke her previous answer, and said an answer that had nothing to do with the last sentence, "You are my world. something on the core processor."

The sense of déjà vu in this answer is very strong.

So there was a guy of the same type standing in the tea room.Fyodor turned his gaze to Tsuruhara Himi: "I see, will the humanoid life created by your hands have similar characteristics to the maker?"

He got no answer.

The person in sight was already lying sideways on the floor, holding the PSP in his hand and pressing it happily.He didn't move when he heard the other party's question. Instead, he stretched his arms and yawned big.

"It seems so." Fyodor himself affirmed his statement, and walked out with Aurora.

Himi Tsuruhara's eyes were still fixed on the PSP, and when Fyodor was about to walk out of the tea room, he raised his hand suddenly: "Excuse me, close the door, and throw away the garbage at the door by the way."

After the door closed with a slight thud, he got up from the floor. On the PSP is a big GameOver word, which has obviously stayed on it for a long time.

The cell phone in his pocket vibrated, and there was a pleasant cello sound.

He let the phone ring to continue and ignored it.The ringing soon stopped.

Tsuruhara Hiken didn't take out his phone to check who was calling, and he didn't do anything else.He quietly stayed where he was and continued to wait.

Three minutes later, the phone rang again.This time he answered the phone.

On the opposite side was the voice of Osamu Dazai: "Moshi Moshi? Himi-kun, what are you playing? I want to play too."

"You want to play too?" Tsuruhara Hikami was unhurried, and the words he asked were full of strange rhythm.

"Take me to play, Himi-kun. I'm so bored."

"Okay, anyway, I don't care if you have one more." He agreed without hesitation.

The other person was obviously surprised: "Huh? You promised so quickly? It's a deal, don't go back on your word, definitely not."

Tsuruhara Hiken hung up the phone.

The sound of "Zi-Zi-" came from the PSP that was thrown on the ground, and the chaotic sounds formed by the interweaving of pedestrians and vehicles on the street came from inside.There was also a faint voice mixed with coughing: "Ai Luo, keep up."