Let the whole universe drop SAN together

Having said that, Azathoth did not directly say anything about the past, just like what he said just now, there are some things that even he himself is not willing to know... There is an old saying called 'Life is rare to be confused', sometimes Asa Toss has such a mentality.Most importantly, of course, was his conviction that he was still in control, power or otherwise, and even with most of his memory lost in the first place, the confidence that power gave never faded.

Is procrastination that finds opportunities by ability still called procrastination?

he thought confidently.

This is not procrastination, it is called boldness of Yigao people.

On the other hand, since Antonio has been promised, the health condition of Madam Consul has become urgent.

Therefore, facing Igor's puzzled eyes, the god's reply was to lift the quilt on the bed and drape it over him.

"Sleep and talk about it tomorrow morning."

**

Igor closed his eyes.

He wasn't sure if he had fallen asleep.He seemed to be lying in bed on an ordinary night, falling asleep with peace of mind and a little doubt, and he had neither good dreams nor bad dreams, no one disturbed him, no strange smell, no warning land--

He opened his eyes.

"Are you awake?" A slightly familiar voice rang in his ears.

It's Williams.

The man was wearing a tuxedo, and his gentle and calm eyes were looking at him with concern: "Sir, you have been in a coma for a long time, do you still remember what happened before that?"

Igor's hand touched the soft but never touched fabric.Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but on the surface, he looked dazed and nervous: "Where is this?"

"It's a small town near Perth in western Australia." 'Williams' spat out a place name that Igor had never heard of before, "I am Williams, the housekeeper hired by Mr. Sharp Oliver...I don't I know if you have heard of him, but Mr. Oliver is the director of the Newbern Company in Western Australia. So you," he said, looking carefully at Igor's expression, "if you are attacked by bionics, It can be reported to Mr. Oliver, and Newberland has special personnel to deal with their contamination with Cartesian virus."

Igor wanted to ask too many questions, but the current situation made him cautiously keep his mouth shut and said nothing.

Williams looked a little helpless, and he said softly: "You can completely trust us, sir. Although the spread of the virus has not yet been contained, at least the Newbern Company knows how to destroy the contaminated bionics. If you If you want to defend your rights, please resort to legal channels after this.”

Igor raised his head, and he asked an irrelevant question: "Excuse me, where did you find me?"

"Among the ruins that were destroyed by androids," Williams said.

This is why he and the owner here guessed that Igor might have been attacked by bionics.While there were no obvious injuries on Igor's body, he should have been taken to the hospital instead of lying in Sharp Oliver's home in a coma.It's just that Williams knows that his employer doesn't intend to give up the company even at this point. With the conflict between humans and bionics getting deeper and deeper, Sharp doesn't want to see more uncontrolled public opinion.

So Igor is lying here now. Fortunately, he does not seem to be injured.

but……

Williams set his sights on Igor's left leg.

Igor said briefly again: "I want to see your master."

"Mr. Oliver is not here now." Williams replied, "He needs to go to the company to deal with urgent matters. If you have something urgent, I can convey it on your behalf, or I can entertain you during the waiting time."

Igor didn't make a decision right away.

He began to look around and found himself lying in a very ordinary room.There are some beautiful small decorations on the white walls, but what makes him feel uneasy is that Igor has never seen the language on them, but there is no obstacle to his communication with Williams.

There is a window on the left side of the bed. The room is on the second floor. Downstairs is a well-groomed small garden. It is about midsummer, and the plants in the garden are growing luxuriantly.This house should not be very big, because Igor saw that there are many identical two-story buildings around, they are not far away, and it seems (compared to the mansion built by the federal nobles) that they are not worth much.

"Can I get out of bed and move around?" Finally Igor asked, "I want to wait for Mr. Oliver to come back to talk about other things."

"Of course." Williams said immediately, "Whatever you want to drink? Here are tea, coffee and juice."

"No, thank you." Igor stood up, with his feet touching the ground, and unexpectedly found that all the tactile sensations were extremely real.He followed William out of the room, and the other party probably walked into the kitchen to avoid embarrassment for him, and the two parted ways at the landing of the stairs.Igor stared at the spiral staircase in front of him, and walked down step by step cautiously without using the handrails.

When he was about to reach the first floor, he heard the sound of wheels rolling on the carpet.

"Hello." A voice that was clearly different from humans and sounded like a synthetic child's mechanical voice sounded, "Are you the guest that Williams said?"

Igor saw it before it spoke.

It was... how should I put it, an overly crude robot.

If the bionic man seems to be created by God, the thing in front of him is like a toy for children. It has a big head, inflexible arms, a round body and a chassis formed by four wheels. When he opened his mouth to speak, Igor felt that this was a sweeping robot with only basic programs.

"Are you human?" the 'sweeping robot' asked in an uncoordinated tone, "Your body scan looks like a human, but you have a mechanical leg. Who are you?"

"Hello..." Igor hesitated. He thought of an incredible possibility, which prompted him to speak, "My name is Igor Sullivan, and I am a human being."

"Ah!" A simple smiling face appeared on the front screen of the robot, "I don't have a name, my number is very long, you can call me 4843. I am the bionic man made by Sharp Oliver in star calendar 207, Williams is me teacher and one of my friends.”

It seemed overly enthusiastic, probably really interested in this strange human being.

"You look different from other bionics." Igor said tentatively.

4843's facial expression represents the position of the eyes into two straight lines: "Because of the Descartes virus, Mr. Oliver is unwilling to give me too much authority and advanced equipment. In fact, the factory of the Newberland Company has already It's been shut down across the board, but the company hasn't dissolved, and Mr. Oliver doesn't want to give up."

Igor looked at it: "What is a Cartesian virus?"

4843 had no problem with his question, because it was indeed a not-so-intelligent sub.

"Cartesian virus, an electronic virus discovered by American scientist Berkeley Descartes in 201, is mainly transmitted among bionics. Bionics contaminated by Descartes virus may have a large number of unknown program bugs, and specific symptoms will appear For violent tendencies..."

"Thank you." Igor interrupted it. He didn't come to listen to popular science. Even though the content might be important, he has more important things to do.The gray-haired young man frowned and pursed his lower lip from the uncontrollable anxiety he felt since he came to this strange place.

"It may take a long time before Mr. Oliver comes back. Before that, I want to ask you a question."

4843 smiled again: "What's the problem, sir?"

Igor squatted down and looked at it, and asked as calmly as possible: "Do you know Azathoth?"

I don't know if it was his illusion, but the screen on the robot's head flickered.

"I'm sorry, sir," said 4843, "I don't know you."

"...You are lying." Igor said calmly, "Did Mr. Oliver write such a program for you?"

The robot immediately panicked: "I don't know what you're talking about, sir! I really don't know the name you said!"

"Okay then." Igor changed the question, "You said Williams is one of your friends. Who else is your friend?"

**

It took Igor a little time to gain the trust of 4843...or the former Hugo.

He couldn't help feeling that the bionic man at this time was amazingly deceiving. It seemed that its maker was really not willing to upgrade the system for it before it was completely homeless.

Humans made up a crude excuse to make 4843 believe that he was a friend of its friend. Although he couldn't explain why he didn't know the contact information of Azathoth and didn't know anything about the world, the robot easily believed him , which may also be due to his mechanical legs.

"I heard that many human beings don't even want to see any mechanical creations at all. They only believe in themselves." 4843 said when leading Igor, "Would you like to give yourself such a leg to support your fragile body?" Walking and being willing to talk to me shows that you should not be a bad person."

Igor: "..."

He inexplicably felt a little worried, wondering how such a silly and sweet bionic survived the coming disaster that would sweep the world.

They didn't leave the building, but went all the way down the escalator, on the right side of the main staircase and down the hallway, there was a trap door leading to the basement.

"Shh." The robot mysteriously bundled a silver-gray short, fat finger, and turned to Igor and said, "Don't tell anyone, even Mr. Oliver doesn't know he's here."

They opened the inconspicuous metal door and walked into the basement.