Let the whole universe drop SAN together

"Ah, it looks like he's not here." 4843 looked around and said to Igor after entering the basement, "You're out of luck, Mr. Sullivan."

Igor: "When will He come?"

"I don't know." The robot's wheels rolled on the ground, and it circled around the small basement. Friends to share, isn't it?"

"...isn't it an 'interesting thing'?"

"Well, almost."

Igor sorted out his thoughts. Now he is not sure whether he has returned to the past or is deeply hallucinated, and it is strange that Azathoth has never appeared.Assuming that 4843 is the Hugo that was just created hundreds of years ago, this planet is the original appearance of the desolate star covered in ice and snow... Then is it Azathoth or their enemy that caused all this?

But I don't know why, Igor just has a feeling that this place has no malice towards human beings—no matter who they are.

The Sharp Oliver Williams spoke of never came back, and the house, though small (again compared to the Federal building), was a bit vacant.Unable to draw a reliable conclusion for a while, Igor greeted Mr. Housekeeper and decided to go out and take a look around the community.

The doors and windows of those small buildings with similar styles are all closed, appearing dead silent.

4843 said: "Two days ago there were news reports that humans were attacked by bionics, so unless necessary, few people will go out for entertainment."

Igor glanced at it: "Can you go out?"

"It's fine in the community." 4843's screen flickered, "Although everyone hates me, they know that I am Mr. Oliver's private property. If they break me, they will have to pay a large sum of money."

From behind the tightly seamed transparent glass, Igor could feel the faint gaze, not on him, but on the robots around him.

But when he looked up, there was no one standing behind the window.

"What's that?" But Igor still noticed something else.

"It's Christmas decorations." 4843 saw the Christmas tree Igor was pointing at and the Santa Claus pattern pasted on the window, "Today is Christmas Eve in December. Usually, human settlements will become more lively than usual, but this year it will be more lively." Very special."

This is another unfamiliar term for Igor.

In addition, he found that no matter whether it was true or not, he could not find any flaws in this world at present, and just to be on the safe side, he didn't plan to go too far before meeting the friend who was suspected of being Azathoth in mouth 4843.So when the sun's rays were not so scorching, one person and one machine returned to the original house.Williams was dragging a plate of watermelon on the coffee table. After seeing 4943, he asked gently, "Did you go to the basement again?"

The robot didn't answer.

Williams turned his head and said to Igor: "I thought you would have some shadows on the bionic man. Originally, 4843 shouldn't have appeared in front of you, but now it seems that you get along pretty well."

Igor nodded: "It's cute."

Mr. Housekeeper smiled: "Did you go to the basement with it?"

"Yes." Igor felt that the other party seemed to disagree, "Sorry, but there is nothing there."

"Mr. Oliver always felt that his original self fed 4843 so much unnecessary material that its redundant programming created illusions that didn't exist in real life," Williams said.

4843 immediately became excited: "That's not an illusion! He's real!"

"...but we haven't seen him."

"He doesn't like you guys." The robot said stubbornly, "He only wants to see me."

"..." The human sighed, nodded to Igor and didn't say anything more, but 4843 looked like it was about to explode, its screen flickered continuously, and there were lines of garbled characters flowing on it.

Igor waited for Williams to walk away before saying, "I believe in you."

"It's useless." The robot said indifferently, "Anyway, he doesn't like any human beings, and you only know that 'seeing is believing'."

"No." Igor said, "Azathoth may hate any intelligent creature, but he will not dislike me."

4843 looked up at him, and found that he was serious: "How can you be so sure? Forget it, try again, Mr. Oliver has decided to seal the trapdoor tonight, so we have to hurry up."

Igor frowned, but didn't say much, followed the robot to open the door again and walked into the basement, this time he was still holding the plate of freshly cut watermelon.

The basement is wrapped in steel plates, and it looks cold because it has not seen light all year round.

Igor stood there silent for a while, and then called out before 4843 opened his mouth, "Azathoth?"

no respond.

After a while, he asked, "Sir, do you want to eat watermelon?"

4843: "I don't think he needs to eat..."

Before it finished speaking, the air was torn apart, and a pitch-black tentacle stretched out from the void, paused for a while above the plate that Igor was holding, and quickly rolled up a piece of watermelon and took it back in seconds.

An indistinct smile appeared on the face of the gray-haired youth.

"Look." He said softly, as if afraid of disturbing something, to the little robot beside him, "I know he always likes brightly colored things."

4843 looks frozen.

"I don't know, he still eats."

"Would you like a slice?"

The robot looked at the plate in Igor's hand eagerly, but still refused: "No, I don't have a taste sensor, and I don't have a digestive system."

"Then you should install one for yourself in the future." Igor thought of the countless fruits and pastries that entered Hugo's stomach, "You will like them."

After waiting for a while and seeing no more movement in the basement, they backed out, but they didn't say anything in the face of Williams' puzzled eyes.

In the evening, Igor met Sharp Oliver, the maker of Hugo.Igor was not too interested in him, even though he was a handsome and wise young man with a successful career.He managed to convince the other party not to seal the basement trap door so quickly, and before that, he had already had some guesses about the composition of this world.Sure enough, even though it was a request from a stranger, Sharp Oliver did not refuse after thinking for a few seconds, and agreed to allow Igor to temporarily live in this house.

This allowed Igor to confirm his idea that this world should be a 'virtual environment' modeled on Azathoth's memory.

Although I don't know why the gods would tell Igor his past in this way, humans are full of interest in it, and he is like playing a game of conquering evil gods (although it seems a bit disrespectful to say so) to focus on All on the mainline.As for those NPCs who would cooperate with his not too much request—such as Sharp Oliver—their thinking was as complete as a real living person, but Igor had no intention of delving into it.

On the surface, Igor was a polite enough guest.

They had a good dinner, without the androids, and then Sharpe Oliver turned on the wall-mounted TV and started watching the news.Igor just casually glanced in that direction, but his heart beat a few times faster.

What is being reported on TV is the lace news of the entertainment industry.

But the male protagonist looks very familiar.

"I told you I'm not in a relationship! He's not my lover either! I'm really not gay!" The man on TV who was exactly the same as the Zerg ruler Arthur when he first met Igor said a little violently He said to the reporter, "I just want to apologize to my 'friend'! I have to apologize if I did something wrong, do you understand?!"

Reporter: "But Mr. Arthur, you have been looking for each other, and even the work has not been on schedule."

"Because I can't find him." The man turned his face sideways to avoid the camera, "...I think he may never want to see me again."

The latter sentence was spoken in a very low voice, but it was still included in the video.

Igor: "..."

As far as he knew, when Azathoth came to this planet, Arthur should have died once.Based on Igor's understanding of the gods, after reshaping the timeline, He will never allow the other party to follow his trail. The fact is that it was not until Azathoth followed Igor to the Federation that the Zerg King once again fought with his beliefs. Subject reunited.In other words, this scene should not have happened in real life?

The conjecture that 'now it is the memory of Azathoth' was immediately overturned.

Mr. Sharp Oliver didn't know Igor's confused thoughts, and he changed the channel in boredom.

Igor: "..."

The figure of Consul Sabrina Guevara appeared on the screen.

This is political news.

The host said to the camera: "Ms. Sabrina Guvila, the patriarch of the Guevara family, announced on Christmas Eve that she will be engaged to her secretary Antonio. This may have a huge impact on the economic situation in the xx region. ..."

So magical.

Igor thought blankly, am I dreaming?

Taking advantage of no one's attention, he came to the basement alone, stood against the cold steel wall for a while, then slid down the wall and sat on the ground with one leg curled up.

The roof is a voice-activated light, which was turned on as early as the moment he walked in, and the human being was distracted facing the empty room.

The sound insulation effect of the wall is very good. After staying away from the sound of the outside world, Igor can only hear his own gentle breathing.He looked ahead at the silver-gray wall panels, which also hung from the rivets an emerald green pine tree wreath with small yellow bells and a red bow tied with a greeting card written in bold black pen: "Merry Christmas!"

Maybe it's a big holiday.he thought in the silence.

Suddenly, the sound of hard objects colliding with metal interrupted Igor's thinking.

He raised his head and saw a black watermelon seed fell from a high place to the ground, bounced up, fell down again, bounced to his feet, and stopped motionless.Before humans could react, another watermelon seed fell down and lay side by side with its brothers and sisters.

After a while, clean watermelon seeds piled up to form a small mountain at his feet.

Then, a tall and thin young man in a black cloak without a hood stepped out of the crack that appeared out of nowhere, with long, straight black hair hanging down behind him, watching quietly with those dark eyes. with Igor.

"Who are you?" He tilted his head slightly, asking without concealing his confusion.