[Detroit] No Paradise

The FBI acted quickly, and within a few hours, Joshua's identity was found out, and his electronic bank account was blocked as quickly as possible, and he began to search around for his location.

At the same time, the first voice of this abnormal bionic person in front of the public also caused a sensation all over the world.Public opinion has gone to two extremes. One side believes that bionics are also intelligent life, and they have the right to pursue freedom and equality; while the other side believes that if this situation is not curbed in time, the living space of human beings will be squeezed However, this revolution of bionics in pursuit of freedom and equality will cause social turmoil and even war, and the consequences will be devastating.

The government, on the other hand, has taken a second approach.

For Joshua, it was quite lucky to be able to withdraw enough cash before the FBI blocked his account.It's a pity that he never carried a wallet, so he could only stuff his pockets with one hundred dollar bills, and then went to buy cigarettes with one hundred dollars, which surprised the owner of the commissary—he pays in cash these days There are not many people, let alone buy a pack of cigarettes with such a large denomination of banknotes.

In the few hours since Joshua jumped off the Stratford Building, the snow has stopped, but the snow has not yet melted, and the number of pedestrians on the road has gradually increased.

Joshua was walking on the road, thinking about an ultimate question——

Where will he sleep tonight?

They must not be able to go back home. They walked on the rooftop in a hurry and didn't have time to ask Marcus where they lived. They didn't even leave a contact information, although Joshua didn't have any contact information either.

And if it wasn't for Hank's reminder, maybe Joshua would forget to withdraw the cash, which would be even more miserable.

Hank's definitely can't go either.

For the first time, Joshua felt an emotion called "slight sadness". He raised his head and looked at the sky. It was gray and it seemed that it could snow at any time.Is he going to sleep on the street in the snow?

The tragic fairy tale about the little match boy quickly came to Joshua's mind, then he shook his head to get rid of his ridiculous idea, and lit a cigarette.

In such a cold day, it is absolutely unrealistic for him to stay outside for one night, and now the FBI has probably released his photos to hotels all over the city for rewards and so on, so staying in a hotel is not a good idea either. .

Joshua didn't want to get out of bed with a gun pointed at his head when he was sleeping soundly, and then go into the prison and stare blankly at the bars.

In the end, Joshua stared deeply at the whiskey in the cabinet of a 24-hour supermarket by the side of the road, and came up with a brilliant idea with his brain corroded by alcohol, tobacco, violence, and Connor.

what sleep? !Just find a 24-hour bar to have a good night's sleep!

Not only can it consume a whole night, but it can also make him forget some disturbing things through alcohol.

Joshua felt that he was simply a genius. He looked at the sky that was about to darken, and immediately put his thoughts into action.

……

The night is already deep.

But in a metropolis like Detroit, it is inevitable that the night will not sleep.For many people, like bartender Andy, life begins at night.

Bartenders like them live their lives upside down day and night. They stay in the bar at night, sell customers fresh drinks, watch them go from sober to drunk, and then they can get out of their minds with a few words and get a bartender. Or funny, or boring stories.

It is also commonly known as - he has wine, and his customers have stories.

Andy was lucky tonight, he had a very interesting guest.

This guest has a handsome face, bright eyes, but with a little decadent tiredness.At the first glance, Andy didn't notice the difference between him and the ordinary unemployed people in Detroit, but this illusion passed by, and at the second glance, he noticed a unique temperament in him-his depression has nothing to do with him. Survival is a kind of alienation derived from loneliness and arrogance. It seems that there is a natural barrier on his body, isolating him from this restless world.

He opened his mouth to ask for a dry martini, and then sat at the bar in a daze with a cigarette in his mouth.

Andy quickly finished making a dry martini. He walked up to the guests with a cocktail glass and placed the wine on the table.

"Your store is quite special." Andy heard the other party say, his voice is very unique, with a low and sexy smokey voice, the end of which is habitually raised, with a bit of natural banter, "It's rare to see a bar The android waiter will be activated."

"Actually, we are going to try to use bionics as bartenders." Andy said with a smile, "It's your first time here, so you may not be aware that every employee here has no objection to bionics , unlike most bars.”

They even have anomalous androids in this bar.Of course, this is not easy to tell the guests.

While speaking, the guest has already raised his wine glass and drank it down.

His brow furrows slightly as the passion of a dry martini burns from his throat to his stomach, an uncomfortable feeling at first, but quickly turns into a refreshing thrill, like swallowing a mouthful of flame , set the whole person on fire.

"Aren't you afraid that the bionic bartender will invade your professional space?" The guest put the empty glass back in front of Andy, "I want another glass, or a dry martini."

It seems that this guest is here to get drunk.Andy thought about it, and took out gin from the counter while answering, and prepared to make a second glass: "Of course, the craft of bionics is much more precise than ours...but it also lacks some changes and lack of precision. A little surprise in taste, isn’t it? I think most of my customers would still be happy to let me continue to mix their drinks instead of an android doing it for them.”

"I like your confidence." The guest smiled, and when he laughed, the light in his eyes became brighter, which made Andy a little dazed for a while.

"My name is Andy." Suddenly, he told the guest his name when he met him for the first time, "It's a pleasure to receive you."

"Joshua," said the visitor lazily. "Your craftsmanship is very good, it suits my taste."

"Thank you for the compliment. So... Joshua, do you have any thoughts on the bionic man? Especially after today." Andy continued the topic of the bionic man kindly. Since the bionic man released the message on the TV station, This topic has become an issue that Detroit citizens are very keen to discuss.

"I..." Joshua sighed, but did not answer the question.He took the second glass of wine Andy handed him, and then drank it down, "Your craftsmanship is really amazing, Andy, give me another glass."

The burning sensation almost sent him flying.

At this moment, a bionic waiter passed Joshua with a wine glass. He turned his head and glanced at Joshua sitting in front of the bar, and the LED light suddenly turned yellow.

Then, his LED lights turned back to blue, and the android walked past Joshua as if nothing had happened.Joshua, who was indulging in alcohol, didn't notice the change of the LED lights of the bionic man at all. After three glasses of dry martinis, he was already a little drunk.

"To be honest, I quite like them." Joshua said, with his arms resting on the table and his chin in his hands, his voice became even deeper because of his drunkenness, "Sometimes they look no different from humans, sometimes It's just... very uncomfortable."

"It seems that you have had quite a lot of contact with androids." Andy said.

"Probably." Joshua thought for a while. In fact, he didn't have much contact with bionics, only this month.

Alas, who cares.

Joshua put the empty wine glass back: "One more glass."

"Do you want more martinis?"

"No." Joshua shook his head, "Have a Margarita."

Andy raised his eyebrows. These are all spirits with a high alcohol content: "It seems that you are here to get drunk."

"Drunkenness is a luxury." Joshua shook his head and said with a light smile.

The two chatted one after another, and Joshua drank one glass after another. He began to feel that his stomach was burning more and more, and his vision was blurred. There seemed to be 1 It was like Connor was talking to him non-stop.This made him enjoy and irritated at the same time, and he even became more energetic for a while.

"Actually, I really like anomalous bionics..." Joshua was about to talk about his admiration for anomalous bionics with Andy when he suddenly patted his shoulder with a hand, stopping him from continuing.Joshua turned his head to look at the man, his eyes were completely out of focus, and it took him a while to see the man's appearance clearly.

"Marcus?"

After finishing speaking, Joshua himself laughed, this is wrong, why is Marcus here?

Marcus was also a little helpless. He returned to Jericho after leaving the Stratford Building, but he did not give up on Joshua and Simon. The bionic man issued a message asking them to help find Joshua and Simon, and please report to him if they appear anywhere in Detroit.

He never expected that he would receive the report that night.

He was contacted by an anomalous android who worked at a bar and told him he had found Joshua in the bar where he worked.

This can be regarded as a surprise from heaven, Joshua did not leave any contact information for them, trying to find him again is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack, Marcus naturally will not miss this opportunity, he immediately came to the address specified in the report As expected, I saw the drunk Joshua in front of the bar at a glance, and the latter tried to say something that shouldn't be said to a bartender.

"You're drunk." Marcus said helplessly.

"Maybe." Joshua said vaguely, "Do you provide beds here?" He turned his head and asked Andy.

Andy laughed: "We can provide the service of calling a taxi to take you home."

"I can't take a taxi right now," Joshua said.The systems of the taxis are all connected to the Internet. Once you get in the taxi, you may be surrounded by a group of FBI police officers with guns when you get off.

"Then you can ask your friend to pick you up." Andy glanced at Marcus, who obviously knew Joshua.

"This is not my friend." Joshua thought for a while, then shook his head seriously, "This is my...boss. Right, boss?"

Although the poor boss has not paid for his employment.

Suddenly becoming this ferocious boss, Marcus only felt his body tremble, and the burden on his shoulders became a little heavier.

"Uh..." Marcus hesitated for a moment, feeling that it would not be a good idea to entangle with the delirious Joshua here, so he quickly pulled him to stand up from the stool at the bar, "We have to go."

"Okay. Andy, your wine is good. I'll come to see you again next time." To his surprise, Joshua agreed in one gulp. He randomly grabbed two hundred-dollar bills from his pocket. The banknotes were slapped on the table, and then they put their arms around Marcus's shoulders, "Boss, where are you going to do things tonight? Let's go to the lair of the life control model, and take their top card to be my wife." How about it?"

"..." Marcus really wanted to ask Andy for a glass of ice wine, and pour it on the face of this nonsense guy to wake him up.

The two walked out of the bar shoulder to shoulder, and Joshua hiccupped and dropped his arm from Marcus' shoulder.

A gust of cold wind blew by, making him a little more awake, and then he remembered to ask Marcus something serious: "Why are you here?"

"I let all the abnormal androids in the city look for you." Marcus replied truthfully. "Where's Simon?"

"He should be fine." Joshua recalled the shot he shot at Connor on the rooftop of Stratford Building. He obviously couldn't continue the search, so Simon should not be found.

Thinking of what happened on the rooftop, Joshua felt dizzy. He shook his heavy head and sighed.

"Do you have somewhere to go now?" Marcus asked.

Joshua looked back at the bar behind him. After thinking about it, he still felt that staying in the bar was the most comfortable place, so he smiled and said to Marcus, "How is the bar? How is your drinking capacity?"

"..." Three black lines slid down from the top of Marcus's head. He felt that it was a bit difficult for him to communicate with this human being, so he didn't ask any more questions. "It's late now, you need to rest. Jericho is far away. There is no food and fresh water, and the temperature is very low, it is not suitable for humans to live there for a long time. Why don't we find a place where there are no people to rest now."

Joshua nodded with a smile: "Listen to you, boss. Hiccup."

Marcus knew at a glance that the guy said "listen to you", but he didn't listen to anything at all.

Carl told him that human beings are fragile machines. Joshua usually looks extremely powerful, even stronger than machines, but under the influence of alcohol, he also appears to have brain problems, as if his IQ is zero.

Eventually Marcus dragged Joshua into an abandoned house on the side of the road.The city of Detroit is very strange. As prosperous as the city center is, the ruins under the cover of high-rise buildings are so desolate. You can see unguarded houses within a few steps, and the houses are as empty as they have been ransacked.

In order to prevent sudden danger, Marcus also specially found an iron pipe as a weapon before entering the door. After entering the door, he found that it was indeed an empty house with nothing inside.

He turned his head to look at Joshua, and found that the latter was already lying down on the tattered sofa, his bright eyes seemed to be shining in the dark.

"Marcus," he heard Joshua say, "what's your model?"

Although he didn't know why the question was raised suddenly, Marcus answered truthfully: "RK200."

It started snowing outside the house again, and Marcus found undamaged firewood in the house. He lit the fireplace as he did to take care of Carl, making the house a little warmer.

Joshua's eyes became brighter under the light of the fire: "RK...what kind of functional bionic model?"

"..." Marcus didn't understand why Joshua was suddenly interested in the model of the bionic human, but he still replied: "There is no specific functional model, and the functions are more comprehensive."

Like himself, housekeeping, fighting, intrusion, information scanning, assistants and even artistic creation, all these functions are available, and he is quite a versatile bionic man.

"There are all kinds of functions..." Joshua nodded thoughtfully, and after a while, he suddenly asked a question that made Marcus's software tremble: "What about the sex | love function?"

Marcus was surprised. If he hadn't removed the LED light, it would have turned yellow or even red now. He turned his head to look at Joshua, and the pair of glass-like and heterochromatic optical components insisted on expressing "Shocked" emotion: "You... what are you trying to do?"

Lonely man and widowed man, staying in the same room late at night, one of them even asked such a blunt question, which made Marcus suddenly think of a saying in human beings called "warming, thinking about lust|lust", and another saying "disorder after drinking" Sex... With Joshua's force value, if he is really drunk and wants to plot evil, then the success rate of his escape...

Marcus immediately deduced the escape route and different possibilities, and desperately found that the success rate was less than [-]%.

"Such an excited hiccup...then it seems to be true." Joshua hiccupped comfortably, with a smile on his face. "Not bad, it's very spiritual to control life."

Marcus stood by the fireplace in a daze, before waiting for Joshua's next move, he felt relieved: "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

Joshua could only feel the alcohol rushing down his throat, and he didn't know what he was talking about. If he knew that he was asking Marcus some shameful question, he would probably lift himself up and throw him in the go out the window.

"Because..." Joshua said vaguely, he felt that he had entered a wonderful state of half-dream and half-awake, "I want to take the top card of your life-controlling... to be my wife."

Marcus: "..." So you were joking just now?

His beautiful eyes of different colors looked at the beeping flames in the fireplace suspiciously, and thought about a question seriously.

The leading brand of life control... who is it?

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