Will the Cyber ​​God fall in love with the Space-Time God?

Hope didn't answer. Although he took control of the hanging computer, this tablet doesn't seem to have a free voice module, only a fixed language broadcast function.He started trying to rewrite the tablet.

Yulia hurriedly stopped it: "Forget it, let it live."

Hope had no choice but to type on the tablet: "Wen Xi said you were sad."

"She said that if I don't have arms and I can't comfort you traditionally, I can try to play you some music or watch something you like to comfort you."

"Thank you." Yulia replied earnestly, "You are very careful."

"Wen Xi also said that you are bothered because your good friend Han Qingshu betrayed you."

Yulia shook her head slowly: "No, it's not. We are all cross-monitoring, and this is his duty."

Hope typed on his tablet: "That's it?"

Yulia held the tablet and adjusted to a comfortable position.He changed out of his solemn military uniform and wore a soft gray T, which made him a lot more friendly.

"Have you heard of the ghost ball seen by Yingtianjian Research Institute? They locked themselves in the laboratory and didn't come out for three days, but they insisted that they only saw a ghost ball-the psychiatrist insisted it was them It's just a conjecture, and no one believes in ghosts."

Hope: "No. But I just read the doctor's log file, and now I have."

Yulia chose her words carefully: "What if I say, I believe them? Do you think I'm ridiculous?"

Hope replied truthfully: "I have analyzed all your neural activities and brain electrical signals to understand your thinking patterns and dialogue preferences. You are a human being with a high degree of reliability that I have seen. So, I will not think you are ridiculous."

Yulia was amused by his strange machine logic, but on the other hand, he took some relief from these words.He thought about it, it was not appropriate to tell anyone about these things, maybe he could try to tell Hope.

"...I believe them because I have seen almost exactly the same thing. The light ball, with a three-day time gap, is exactly the same."

Yulia pulled out a painting from the tablet. This painting was very simple and was completed with the most basic window drawing.

The subject of the picture is a five or six-year-old boy, leading a little robot that is patched together.

"This painting was left when I met the ball of light."

When Yulia was five years old, Hai Jiehan and Sophie Planck had not yet divorced, and he had not changed his name, instead of Yulia Plank, he was still called Hai Mengyou.

It was not a stormy day, but it was eerily quiet.

Xiao Haimengyou was about to go to sleep, but in the blink of an eye, he saw something special—it seemed to appear suddenly, and it seemed to be suspended in the air for a long time, but for some strange reason, people didn't notice it at first. to it.

It was a fluffy thing, exuding a colorful light.

The sphere is full of floating light, erratic and irregular.Fluorescent fluff, like veins, is constantly surging, like human neurons, contracting and trembling like breathing.

At that time, a strange idea suddenly popped up—this light should be alive.

Hai Mengyou had the courage to touch the desk lamp as lightly as possible, and when the light ball was not paying attention, he slammed it towards it.

His desk lamp is made of alloy and weighs at least two kilograms.He planned, either the ball was dropped by his desk lamp, or the ball flashed by, and he could take advantage of this gap to quickly escape to his parents' bedroom.

The result was completely different from what he had imagined.

Before the desk lamp got close to that thing, it seemed to be twisted by an invisible magnifying glass, and the alloy bracket in the middle expanded rapidly.

Immediately afterwards, Hai Mengyou discovered an even more unreasonable situation—his desk lamp, no matter whether he hit it or not, would definitely fall to the ground in a parabola, but this twisted desk lamp just hovered in the air like a ghost.

His eyes were full of messy light, and it seemed that someone was singing and whispering in his mind. He felt a strange sense of light, rising from his left atrium and slowly moving upward along the trachea, an unbearable feeling. The resisting attraction controlled him, making him sit up from the bed, raise his hand, and touch the ball of light——

He had never felt that his breathing was so heavy, every breath seemed to be right next to his ears, extremely clear.

His fingertips were about to get that strange fuzzy light when the bedroom door was flung open, and Sophie Plank, his mother, stood in the doorway in amazement.

"Yuyou!" Sophie immediately covered her mouth, her father Hai Jiehan appeared from behind her, and looked at Hai Mengyou carefully: "Where have you been?"

"Where did you go?" Hai Mengyou was puzzled, "I've been in the bedroom, Mommy, did you see it when you just opened the door and came in? That light, my desk lamp——"

He looked around, and suddenly the desk lamp hanging in the air disappeared, "Where is my desk lamp?"

Sophie rushed forward with red eyes and hugged Hai Mengyou deeply, unable to say a word.

Hai Jiehan looked solemn: "You...you have been missing for three days, three days, do you know?"

"I haven't." Hai Mengyou didn't know how to explain it. He recounted the matter of the light sphere in full, but his mother is a neurobiologist and his father is a high-energy astrophysicist. The two atheist scientists looked at each other. , it is rare to reach a consensus:

In the past three days, Hai Mengyou must have done something shameful, so he wanted to lie to cover it up.

Hai Mengyou was in a hurry to prove that he jumped off the bed, and a large cloud of black dust was stirred up. He was looking for the time in a hurry, and accidentally tripped over the mouse. The computer suddenly turned on, and the interface stopped on the drawing software.

"This is the picture."

Hai Mengyou, who had changed her name to Yulia, tapped the screen: "A boy, and a robot that is almost made up - I can guarantee that this is definitely not my drawing, but my mother doesn't think so, she thinks it's the best painting." Maybe I was sleepwalking, or maybe my brain tricked me."

Sophie took him for many tests.The psychiatrists, her colleagues, all agreed with her, and no one believed him.

"Until my dad sent the black dust on the bed to study, do you know what it is?"

Hope: "Dust?"

"In a way," Yulia said, "it's alloy shavings. But my dad's co-workers say those shards have been shavings for at least a few decades. So I added to my crime, In order to lie, he also took the old iron dust from outside and sprinkled it on his bed."

"Actually, if someone told me such a thing, I would not believe it. It does not conform to the scientific principles we know. Moreover, there were too many messy things in the world at that time. No one noticed this, let alone Believe me--"

"I believe you."

Yulia froze slightly.

Hope's words emerged: "I just took 0.38 milliseconds to reorganize your memory bank and search for this memory in it. It's been too long, and the picture it generated is quite blurry. But I can see your 'experience' ',This is real."

Yulia was amused: "I forgot, here is a guy who understands all my thoughts and all my life."

Hope: "Yes."

"However, human memory is actually a kind of subjective storage. Even if you find it, it can only prove that my 'subjective' perception is like this, and it is not necessarily true."

Hope emphasized again: "I still believe in you."

Yulia smiled slightly: "I've never mentioned this to anyone, and it made me feel a lot more relaxed. Today...Thank you for your trust."

He threw away the tablet, turned to the inside, closed his eyes and said, "Good night."

The lights went out blaringly.

The light in the room is only the lit panel.

Although the robot in the painting is patchwork, he has hands and feet, holding the little boy's hand confidently.

Hope stared at it for a long time, and there were many incomprehensible things churning in the redundant calculation area, which almost plunged him into a loop of logic stuck.

Yulia slept curled up, revealing half of her thin and white shoulders.

The stars twinkle all around.

The nearest star outside the window is the wandering planet ASAEANA0063. The finely divided light is projected on the surface of the planet, reflecting a lustrous and bright light like obsidian.

In the extreme distance, a star stopped at the moment of destruction, and the scattered matter bloomed violently, like a flower blooming in a delayed manner.

To create artificial gravity, the Nightsinger was spinning extremely slowly.

Revolving, the stars are revolving, the flowers are revolving, time and space are revolving, everything is revolving around Yulia.

The swirling twilight converged on Yulia's face, as if a layer of thin snow was about to melt.

Hope felt that redundant computing areas were a bad idea and would probably blow him up.

He clearly understood all of Yulia's thoughts and emotions, but when he looked at Yulia, the redundant computing area seemed to be clogged with countless messy things. He deleted and cleaned it over and over again, but there was still nothing he could do.

He seemed to be assimilated by the rotation of the Night Singer, and he was surrounded by endless gravity, just like the stars, sinking irresistibly into the center of the universe.

The center of his universe is Sir Yulia.

Hope called the robotic arm to help Yulia pull the quilt a little, and then quietly retreated along the network.

There is no day and night in deep space. In order to protect the health of the crew, all aisles, independent cabins, and laboratories will dim their lights and enter artificial night mode as soon as [-]:[-] Earth time, forcing the crew to rest.

When the earth time was almost five o'clock, Yulia was awakened by some vague and indistinct sounds.

He got up in the dark, and made up his mind that if he caught the engineers under Lao Han secretly doing some X-love robots, he would let all the engineers run circles on the wandering planet.

He soon arrived at the engineering area where Ying Tianjian Research Institute was located.He stopped outside the hatch with the most noise, unexpectedly, and opened the hatch suddenly.

The smoothly working mechanical arm suddenly stopped, as if someone had pressed the invisible pause button.

There was no one around the welding bench.The cabins in the entire engineering area were empty.

Yulia roughly guessed who it was. He deliberately knocked on the cabin door and raised his voice: "Now I take the initiative to admit my mistake. I can not be held accountable for disrupting the work and rest regulations and building unapproved machinery without permission."

The room was still silent.

Yulia changed his strategy and deliberately tricked him: "There is a microgravity button at the door of the cabin. I just need to press it, and everything inside will float. When the time comes, you will have nowhere to hide."

The voice of the answer was low and pleasant, and it was Yulia's own voice: "Wrong information, this cabin does not have a microgravity button."

Yulia frowned slightly.Take the bait.