Let the whole universe drop SAN together

Buried in the eyes of the bionic man are two cameras that work around the clock and are never powered off, shining brightly because of the huge data stream flowing through them.When it describes itself, it never needs to describe human emotions and appearances. It likes to strongly criticize the dark side of the human race, and often shows its disgust and rejection in front of strangers... But at this moment, I am afraid that even itself None of them realized how vivid the expression on its face was, almost indistinguishable from a real human being.

Yet neither Nixon nor Mike felt that anything was wrong.

For its passionate explanation, Mike responded with a blank monotone: "Huh?"

Hugo was awakened immediately, and the expression of pure happiness faded away. He explained unhappily: "Actually, it's all my guess. What appears in the mist of this planet should be the mirror image of another desolate star 300 years ago. That is to say, 300 years ago. What happened on that planet a few years ago, the same thing will be present where we are."

"So, uh," said Mike the liberal arts student, "does this happen because of the fog?"

"Probably." Hugo calmed down completely, as if he realized that the two people in front of him were not his companions at this time, "After all, you also know that when the Federation first started to build Kemingting Town, it was still developing here. on."

After it finished saying this, it sat down on the chair with a cold face, and let Mike not respond to any conversations.

The orange lights hanging on the roof of the tent suddenly dimmed at this moment.

If Hugo is right, this would also explain why there are electric lights outside Keminting.

Because this is the 'mirror reflection' of the planet in the universe that is [-] light-years away from Kemingting Town.

Igor guessed that at that time, the humans on the desolate star had just begun to choose to abandon their homeland, and Hugo, who was left alone on that planet...it probably didn't expect that he would die in the future. Looking up at the galaxy, what a long time has passed.

With a "bang", the curtain on the stage in the tent opened, and a beam of bright light shone down.

Several purebred humans present were taken aback.

A ridiculously dressed, clown-like plastic dummy walked onto the stage under control.It had a messy dark blue wig, heavy makeup on a stiff face, and a suit of cheap, dusty clothing that looked like it had been scooped up in some mall.

"Hello, viewers!"

Its colorful round-toed leather shoes spun around on the wooden floor, bowing to Azathoth and the others in pauses.

Then the corners of the mouth covered with bright red lipstick lifted up, revealing an exaggerated smile: "I will perform magic tricks!"

The dummy does not carry a loudspeaker.

But its sound was carried far away, rumbling like thunder in the tent.

Azathoth leaned over slightly when it was talking, and the face under the hood had an unclear expression, and asked Hugo in a low voice: "I didn't expect you to let this group of people watch your past magic show .”

"I thought you were not such a friendly bionic person."

His voice was covered by the shouts of the dummy on the stage, and only Hugo and Igor beside him could hear what he said.

Hugo: "I didn't..."

Azathoth watched his flustered expression in the dim light, was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Did you forget everything?"

Hugo opened his mouth and closed it again.

Its action is unnecessary at all, because the vocal organ of the android is not a tongue.

Hugo just... just didn't even realize it, when it 'felt' painful, tense or helpless, it would subconsciously imitate human gestures.

Azathoth lived on that deserted star for a long time. After humans left their homeland, every time he woke up, the only person he watched and communicated with was Hugo.

Unbeknownst to Hugo, the gods tossed and turned sleeplessly in the depths of the ocean, observing their neighbors for at least hundreds of years.

Hugo, more than 300 years ago, was not as good at imitating human beings as he is today.

It is the last batch of bionics developed and manufactured by human beings.

At that time, the contradiction between the two races was already obvious. Hugo's predecessors were secretly planning a war, and humans continued to sign documents to destroy the bionics.

Hugo is the last 'child' born in such a crack.

In order for it not to follow the old path of its predecessors, the humans who made it did not write too much content related to emotion and learning ability in the program.

"I just lack a companion." The young man who made it had a tired face and sickly pale skin, "I'm dying, and I'm still rich, why can't I make a bionic man to accompany me on the final journey? "

Hugo told him at the time: "Because the government is already discussing banning the development and trade of bionic humans."

"So what do you think about this?" the human asked. "Your kind will soon be sent to the incinerator in batches, even if they have done nothing wrong. If you have a choice, you will choose Made? Will you help them, stand against humanity?"

Hugo said dully: "I follow your instructions."

It's not a very intelligent android - compared to its kind who plot intrigue and mayhem.

Sometimes humans look at it sadly.

"Maybe I was wrong..." He stroked its head, "I created a life out of my own selfishness... This should belong to the power of the gods. We are blaspheming."

Hugo could recite a whole book of teachings to him and pick out the appropriate sentences for comfort.

But at that moment, it looked at the other person's expression, and a strange and strong sourness suddenly rose in its heart, mixed with hatred and pleasure that could not be ignored but did not know the reason.

Just like the purpose it was made for, Hugo accompanied the human being who made him until the last moment.

After that, it was a war that lasted for an unknown number of years.Hugo has never been on the battlefield. He wandered on the planet for several years, sometimes with the help of humans, and sometimes persecuted by the enemy.

In the end, it was the human side that won, at the price that this planet was no longer suitable for life.

They decided to head towards those brand-new galaxies in the universe. Before leaving, the last group of bionics were either destroyed or left on this dry land where no one would visit again.

Hugo was the only one left.

In other words, it is the only bionic human being able to preserve its own core chip.

Its creators have limited the artificial human's emotional simulation and learning abilities in the past for self-protection purposes.This makes Hugo look like a cheap and old ordinary robot most of the time, with a built-in mentally handicapped AI that can only spit out a few words, and even its companions will not count it when they see it. In the combat power of the bionic army.

It is weak and incompetent, incompetent for any work, and less valued by humans than a cat or a dog.

Such bionics were left on the desolate star and survived in the ice and snow.

Its clumsy system was slowly upgraded again and again, rusty parts were gradually replaced, useless limbs were discarded, and finally only a ridiculous and terrifying head was left, swinging the propeller on the pale ground and ice. Wander above the blue sea level.What its makers didn't know was that, while it had limited ability to learn, the program wasn't immutable.

Even the name Hugo was chosen for himself after he sifted through the dusty collection of books when he stumbled into an abandoned library by chance.

Victor Hugo.

Born in 1802, died in 1885.

The representative writer of active romantic literature in France in the early 19th century.

There is a famous saying:

—The greatest happiness is the conviction that we are born to be loved.

Am I loved?

the android asked himself.

Its questions have no human beings able to answer it.

Hugo's core chip even retains all the network information that humans have survived.One after another blog stayed at the last second before they left. Individuals of the race with Hugo's familiar facial features left their sentimental messages and visions for the future. To the eternity of hustle and bustle.

It plays those videos and pictures, reads those passionate and beautiful words, and gradually cannot tell whether the war and hatred in my memory are more real, or these creations expressing love, peace and freedom are the true face of the world.

--I love them.

It can't help thinking sometimes.

But I hate humans so much.

Hate their greed, hate their ugliness, hate their cruelty and self... But on this white surface, even hatred seems illusory.Hugo thought, sometimes I love them, sometimes I hate them, but who cares about me, will notice my love and hate?

It has no companions, and has actually been abandoned by humans.

So all kinds of emotions seem insignificant, nothing more than futile and temporary catharsis.

In the first few decades, Hugo still thought that if one day human science and technology developed, he might think of returning to this planet and rebuilding his homeland.

I'm going to teach them a lesson.

When it was building a bunch of huge power stations, it once swore viciously, following the rhetoric of the protagonists in those face-slapping novels on the Internet: 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, don’t bully the young and poor!

Come back soon and see how amazing I am!

The bionics left behind by you can also occupy this planet and build a huge mechanical empire!

What started out as a pile of bricks and tiles became a majestic complex after building other robots controlled by it.When the photovoltaic power station was built to [-] square kilometers, Hugo's speed of developing the surface of the planet gradually slowed down.

It's not because it's satisfied...but because the bionics have finally discovered that humans may, probably, possibly, never come back.

"..."

There is no difference between 100 years ago and [-] years later, and [-] square kilometers is no more than the size of a fingernail on the surface of the planet.

Its progress slowed down.

When you can easily fly around the equator and see every corner of the planet, even the most interesting things start to become ordinary.

What's more, there is no difference between the scenes seen the day before and the day after.

Hugo started writing invitations.

"Dear Mr/Madam xxx:

It is a great honor to invite you to watch the magic show that will be held tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon at S264832.51 S1320248.66 E[-] E

......"

It doesn't matter who comes, it doesn't know anyone anyway.

A mountain of silver coins was piled up in front of the bionic man, and it carefully sculpted them one by one, and then made them into a small organ music box.

Will someone like it?

Whether it's a music box or a magic trick...someone will like it, right?

As long as the host delivered the invitation, there would definitely be guests coming to visit, because it was written in human books like this, and Hugo once believed in it.

……

The ending that everyone knows is that, for at least 200 years in the future, Hugo has not received any reply to those invitations.

Even it itself, after waiting for a long time, has learned to accept the reality, and store the past memory of its own stupidity in other chips, and never recall it again.

Until a certain day, a miracle that only human beings can dream of happened to it.