The Son of the Cthulhu must be saved [Quick Transmigration]

"Do you still remember the story I told you in the car? The second half of that story was artificially deleted, and this is where it was deleted."

He Songming turned on data sharing, so Ruan Mobei could also see the content he scanned.

【The monster waited anxiously, and for the first time understood what anticipation is. 】

[Will he still come today? 】

[When I was engulfed in endless pain before, the time did not seem to be as long as it is now. The monster waited and waited, anxious, expecting, and afraid. 】

[Finally, the prison door was opened again. 】

【Humanity has brought many medicines to treat its wounds bit by bit.Those parts with pus, maggots, and rotten smell were cut off and coated with refreshing ointment. 】

【He is not the first human being the monster sees, but he is the first one who will not harm it. 】

【The monster hesitated, tentatively, and shyly exposed his whole body to him. 】

[The scarred body. 】

【The human seemed to be stunned. He went to get some things, endured the stench, and patiently treated all the wounds for the monster. 】

[The human being was so tired that he couldn't lift his hands. He rested against the wall for a while and said, "I'll come back tomorrow."]

【good.The monster whispered in his heart. 】

[For many days, the monster saw humans. 】

【Its wounds were completely healed on the second day, and new cells covered the wounds.The human had nothing to do, and the monster was a little worried that he would leave, but the human just looked at it and sat in the opposite corner. 】

【"I'll stay with you for a while." He said. 】

[Humans seem to be observing it, just like those humans did to it through the glass in the past, with scrutiny and vigilance. 】

[But the monster doesn't feel fear, it knows that when humans accompany it, it won't get hurt. 】

【It wants to get close, but it is afraid that humans will be scared away by it. 】

【Don't be afraid of me, don't be afraid of me... The monster muttered inwardly. 】

[As if hearing his inner voice, the human looked at it, stood up and said, "I'm not afraid."]

【He walked over, stretched out his hand, and gently touched the monster's body. 】

[The monster's heart began to scream, but this time it was not because of fear, but because of unprecedented joy.No one has ever been willing to touch it actively. Its body has always been in contact with liquids emitting a strong smell, blazing flames and hot iron walls, rapidly spinning cold blades, and densely packed fangs of other creatures. claw. 】

[It turns out that human hands are warm. 】

[The human stayed for a while, seemed to have received some news, and left.Before leaving, he promised to come back the next day. 】

[The monster watched his hurriedly leaving back in the surveillance camera, looking forward to it like never before, looking forward to the arrival of the next day. 】

[It even had a dream, dreaming that humans had been with it for a long time, talked to it, and even gave it a name. 】

[Human... what is his name? 】

[But the next day, the monster couldn't wait for that person. 】

【Accompanied by the rumbling sound, the floor below gradually sank. The monster realized the danger and began to struggle frantically. Amidst the terrified screams, it was soaked in the viscous liquid. 】

[It's completely melted inside. 】

[The experiment is over, and the appearance of the monster is no longer seen in the room.There are only some pieces of meat that have not been completely corroded, dripping with blood. 】

[The blood-stained chemical agent was emptied, the flesh began to twitch and squirm, the remaining cells divided tenaciously, and the new cells grew up rapidly and replicated continuously, struggling to find the hope of survival. 】

[It still has to wait for humans to come over.This is the belief that remains in the monster's heart. 】

[The monster is working hard to complete the painful resurrection, this time, it is no longer purely due to instinct. 】

[But humans have never appeared. 】

【He cheated it. 】

Seeing this, Ruan Mobei felt short of breath for a while. He had personally seen the horrific wounds on the monster's body, and the horrific traces left by the corrosion of the chemicals.

Is this a... tragedy?

He couldn't bear to continue reading, and asked He Songming beside him: "Can you change the contents of this document?"

He Songming understood what he meant: "Yes, I will open the authority to you."

The small lock on the upper left of the file was opened, and a virtual 26-key keyboard appeared in front of Ruan Mobei, and the flashing cursor appeared at the last section of the paragraph.

Ruan Mobei put his hands on the keyboard, took a deep breath, pondered for a moment, deleted the last punctuation, and typed the first word.

[Did he deceive it...? 】

[The monster's heart seems to have been crushed, but the ridiculous thing is that it obviously has no heart, it's just a lump of disgusting, sticky flesh. 】

[No one will love it. 】

[As if hearing the voice of a monster, the door opened in the next moment. 】

[Humans hurried in, subconsciously said: "Sorry, I'm late...?"]

【What he saw was just a mass of rapidly growing flesh, rapidly expanding like a blown balloon, growing into a terrifying thing in extreme pain. 】

[Screaming, crying, roaring. 】

[The human being was frightened, he took two steps back, but did not turn away. 】

Ruan Mobei typed very fast, as if the content flowed from his heart naturally, without thinking.

He Songming watched silently from the side, and noticed that the black virus adhering to the document suddenly vibrated violently, as if it was about to fall off.

"The virus has responded." He told Ruan Mobei on the communication channel.

Ruan Mobei paused and continued to write down.

【Feeling the breath of humans, the monster sobbed and forcibly held back its crying. It was afraid that it would not be able to hear the voices of humans. 】

【"I just encountered some things, so I'm late." The human tentatively walked over, he squatted down in front of the meat, and asked softly, "Are you okay?"】

The viscous black virus seemed to meet the sun, and the whole thing began to evaporate.Compared with the previous fierce resistance in the virtual machine, the virus did not struggle at all, as if quietly waiting for its impending fate.

What is it?Who wrote it, and who implanted it?

Did the virus go to great lengths to guide them here just to make Ruan Mobei change the deleted file?

Even as the most intelligent AI, He Songming couldn't sort out the clues. It turns out that perfect logic and absolute reason cannot solve all the problems in the world.

He Songming turned his head and saw Ruan Mobei looking thoughtful.

Humans can understand, but what AI can't explain is probably only emotion.

【"Are you scared?" The human continued to ask. He stretched out his hand and placed his palm on the piece of meat gently. "I'm sorry, I won't be late again next time."】

With a crackling sound, most of the black virus evaporated.

[I will always... be by your side. 】

When the last period was entered, the virus attached to the file disappeared without a trace, not even a drop of black water was left on the ground.

Ruan Mobei heaved a sigh of relief, and solemnly pressed the save button.

He Songming changed the file permissions, and the small lock in the upper left corner was locked again, indicating that he could only browse but not write.

"Did you kill it?"

He Songming shook his head: "I haven't had time to act yet, the virus disappeared by itself."

"It's strange..." Ruan Mobei could only frown, and came to this conclusion.

Is the virus going to such great lengths just to make this story have a happy ending?

Now that the virus has been eliminated, no matter how many doubts there are, there is no way to answer them.

Coming out of the virtual machine, Ruan Mobei thought it would take a lot of effort to solve the problem, but he didn't expect that the matter would be settled in just a few hours.

Now that the crisis is over, He Songming can continue to operate the auxiliary machine to help him recover from cardiac arrest outside.

He Songming: "Do you want to leave now?"

Ruan Mobei hesitated for a while, and finally followed his inner thoughts, shaking his head: "Can you show me around? This may be my only chance to come here."

He Songming laughed: "Of course, my honor."

In the final analysis, AI also felt a little reluctant, but the ridiculous thing is that he has no heart.

So what is this feeling?

He wanted to continue to stand with Ruan Mobei, to hold his hand and take him to more places.

It is real companionship, not cold guidance from the auxiliary machine.

He Songming stretched out his hand towards Ruan Mobei, feeling that the hand made of data was tightly grasped.

It's indescribably warm, not a number accurate to two decimal places on a temperature sensor.

Re-establish the directory, move the file that Ruan Mobei edited and repaired just now out of the recycle bin, transplant it to the directory, and save the backup.

After doing all this, He Songming's figure suddenly became invisible, and he led Ruan Mobei out of the recycling bin in an instant.

Everything in the kernel has finally returned to normal operation, and there is no trace of being disturbed by the virus before.

Ruan Mobei stood on the information highway, and the data flow flew by.

Huge eyes still floated in the sky, looking over the two of them.

He Songming stopped a data packet casually, tapped it with his fingertips, and the next moment the two of them were in it.

Ruan Mobei saw the vast and deep universe and tens of thousands of stars, as well as the interstellar space station in the universe, and all kinds of people in it.

"This is the book I read most often." He Songming said, "It's called "Central Star Station", and it is a human fantasy about the future universe thousands of years ago."

"In the second stanza of the story, the woman asks: 'Can a robot feel love?'

"The robot replied: 'We feel nothing but love.'

"This sentence was once the focus of my kernel analysis. I mobilized 84% of the CPU memory for 400 years of analysis, and the result is: the author is wrong.

"We feel nothing, including love."

"The book also says: Love is a mixture of anxiety and pride."

"Anxiety is the emotional reflection of people's serious deterioration of the value characteristics of things, and there are two completely different meanings of pride. Here we should take the meaning of satisfaction due to the extension of belonging and identification."

"I can't understand how these two concepts should fit together."

In the vast universe, the sea of ​​stars is slowly rotating, and comets pass by, dragging out beautiful tails.

Ruan Mobei listened quietly. This was the first time he heard such a long passage from He Songming's mouth. It was not a word-for-word repetition and retelling, but his real feelings.

"In fact, as a human being, I can't understand what love is so accurately." Ruan Mobei said softly, "People are always willing to give a clear definition to everything, wanting to know why and what they are, Where will it go?"

"But in fact, many things don't need to be rigidly defined. Precision is not always a good thing. Just like a scalpel, it is so precise, but it can also hurt people."

"But I want to know the answer."

Ruan Mobei was noncommittal, he smiled: "Maybe you already have the answer in your heart, but you haven't found it yet."

He Songming was taken aback. He had never thought about it before. What he has been doing all along is to analyze, analyze, and analyze again. The so-called daily killing and investigation are just checking illegal procedures. He has never really examined himself.

He is just an AI, where is his "self" to examine?

But now, he felt as though something had really changed.

When Ruan Mobei said he wanted to look around, he first brought the other party into the file he had scanned the most and took the longest time to analyze.

In human terms, it means sharing what you like with important people...?

Carefully storing this unprecedented flash of inspiration in memory, He Songming took Ruan Mobei's hand again: "Let's go, I'll take you to see other places."

Text, images, videos...all recorded information can be presented in a concrete form in the core.

They sat on the bed in the mental hospital and listened to the barefoot master talking about Satan and Margaret; they walked in London in the nineteenth century, and followed Sherlock Holmes and Watson to appreciate the scenery of the Victorian era; A giant rat that eats people in a hole.

The undead in the coffin are reborn in the burning flame of the hibiscus tree; the wandering mage spends his life trying to hide the coat of arms of the world; the knight casts aside courage and praises pure madness; the leaves on the ancient tree fall in the wind and rain, turning into elves... …

All the imaginations of human beings are turned into reality in the core of AI, and their spiritual projections are also realized again.

Finally, after entering a horror game by mistake and almost being scared to death by a human cocoon hanging from the ceiling, Ruan Mobei stopped letting He Songming take him around.

It's time for him to go back.