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

Sir Yulia sat opposite him, and the quiet stars seemed to revolve around the two of them.

Hope didn't verify Yulia's brain wave activity, he suddenly felt that he didn't care if Yulia lied when he said this.

He carefully recorded this moment into the most core recording area.

"Is it better?" Julia asked, "Now can you tell me what's wrong?"

Hope looks down.

Yulia's left hand fell on his knee, and on the back of his left hand, there was an imperceptible small mole.The mole is so small that it barely exists, but Hope finds it extremely noticeable, at least, at this moment, the mole has his full attention.

"I don't like to be alone in the laboratory." Hope stared at the mole and confessed, "During the artificial night, all human beings are sleeping, all machines are dormant, and only I am left. I feel very, very…”

"Lonely?" Yulia helped him find the right word.

Before Hope could nod, Yulia immediately stood up and patted him on the shoulder: "Come with me."

Yulia took him to the high-energy physics laboratory next door.

Yulia lowered her head and quickly compiled something on the tablet. A purple light scanned Hope from top to bottom. A cold female voice said "Welcome back, Hope0001", and the hatch opened immediately.

Seeing that Hope was still in a daze, Yulia gave him a little push: "Go. Welcome to the heart of the Night Singer."

Before that, Hope had never seen anyone other than Lord Yulia open the cabin.This experimental cabin seems to be tailor-made for Yulia.

He was curiously scanning instruments around, and Yulia followed behind him, introducing him to the uses of each laboratory one by one.

"After the chaos of the solar system, Donglian brainstormed and collected many scientific proposals to solve the chaos of the universe and continue human civilization. Among these proposals, some proposed new energy sources, some studied new forms of life, and some made crystal recordings to preserve civilization. The East Union has assigned priorities to all plans and sorted them into a plan tree, so that as many plans as possible can be run side by side without affecting life on Earth. To put it more simply, no matter which way, go first and try— —Perhaps, a small step in a certain sub-plan will lead to a giant leap for all mankind."

Yulia explained to him that since 2030, the Eastern Union has sent at least a dozen fleets. The missions of these fleets are different. Some focus on exploration, some on the preservation of civilization, and some on new energy sources. The task consists of four subtasks.

"This is the first mission of the Night Singer, the cosmic ray observatory, mainly from the perspective of high-energy astrophysics, in order to find out the cause of the mutation of the universe. This is one of the main goals of the Night Singer."

Yulia was a little short, and from Hope's point of view, she pointed out to him a separate room, "'Wukong' is also inside, the one who successfully detected dark matter and won the 2120 Nobel Prize for Donglian Detecting satellites, Wukong. However, Wukong’s core components have been upgraded many times, and it has changed 72 times, and it is no longer the original Wukong. Perhaps, it should be renamed now, called Monkey King.”

"this."

Yulia took him to a tightly isolated giant turbine, in which countless ghostly lights swirled, "Night Singer temporarily uses ion propulsion to sail, but it requires relatively high energy, so we have been conducting cold Fusion reaction experiments, looking for more energy-efficient and faster propulsion methods, let human beings step into a wider boundary."

"And this, you should be more familiar with it. Those microcrystalline memories where you store data are its applications."

Yulia took him to a closed glass cylinder, where countless crystal dust merged into floating waves, shining in it.

"Its big taxonomic name is called synchrotron radiation. Now it is applied to crystal storage, and it is researching biological macromolecular crystals, and this..."

Yulia quickly operated the tablet, and the surging crystal dust suddenly shone brightly, seeming to be moving and rhythmic.

Those light and dust gathered little by little, and in the glass cylinder, a rose slowly formed from bottom to top——

In a moment, the rose exploded and scattered, and countless light dust fell on the bottom of the cylinder.

Yulia knocked on the glass: "Hey, I'm bringing people to visit, get up quickly, and give Dad some face."

The pile of light dust scattered even more, lying on the bottom of the cylinder and pretending to be dead.

Yulia curled her lips and said, "The rebellious period."

He explained: "The bottom of this cylinder is actually an electromagnetic matrix. Each 'light dust' inside is a complete component composed of silicon crystals. They are both receivers and transmitters, and they can also perform swarm computing tasks—— Maybe one day, we can use this technology, and only need simple programming instructions, these crystals can build a whole world by themselves, dynamic, and the compiled world can be modified at any time."

Hope sincerely worried: "It sounds like a lot of calculations."

Yulia shrugged helplessly: "That's why these guys are all in the rebellious period."

"Cosmic ray observatory, cold fusion reaction, synchrotron radiation crystal application." Hope clicked on the three areas in the laboratory, "But you just said that the Night Singer has four sub-tasks, but here there are only three in total .”

Yulia's expression softened instantly.

He patted Hope's little head lightly: "The fourth sub-task is also here."

Until the artificial night came, Yulia didn't tell Hope what the fourth sub-task was.

However, this was the first time he spent a whole day alone with Sir Yulia.

Although they were all busy with their own business and barely said a few words, he felt an indescribable joy, and even the calculation speed was much faster than usual.

The crew members of the Night Singer looked at him, either with tentative curiosity or incomprehensible complexity. Most of them took a far-sighted attitude, while a small number of them were provocative.

In contrast, Yulia's endless tolerance and understanding towards him is even more precious.

This tolerance made Hope unconsciously want to help Sir Yulia.

During the whole day, he spent the whole day in the laboratory, thinking about crystal application technology, until the whole laboratory suddenly dimmed, and he didn't notice that the artificial night came again.

Hope raised his head, the cabin door was slowly closing the last crack, and Sir Yulia had already left the cabin.

It seems that tonight, he has to suffer by himself again.

He didn't sink for a minute, the laboratory hatch opened again, and Yulia stood in the light: "Hope! What are you doing in a daze!"

Hope got up in a hurry, he was so impatient that he almost tripped himself.

Yulia originally wanted to let him walk freely in the cabin at night, but then she thought about it, fearing that his clinking in the corridor would affect the rest of the rest of the crew, so she had to take Hope back to her rest cabin first.

As soon as he entered the cabin door, he seemed to have relieved a heavy burden, and loosened the stiff collar of the military uniform.

The small stand-up collar suddenly fell apart, but Yulia's hand stopped at the action of pulling the collar open, and she turned her head and said, "There's nothing really interesting here, you stay here tonight, if you're really bored, I'll come back tomorrow." Look around, is there any other place for you to go around at night—”

Just as he was talking, he took off his thin and close-fitting military uniform, revealing a thin shirt.He is slender, with a narrow waist tied by a military belt, making him even thinner.

Yulia was about to unbutton the second shirt, but suddenly remembered something, he turned slightly, and happened to meet Hope's eyes.

He unbuttoned the neckline, revealing an inch of white skin.

Hope couldn't take his eyes off, and he vaguely felt that he shouldn't be staring, but he couldn't help himself.

The most obvious difference between a robot and a human is the eyes. For example, now, Hope's eyes are very focused, staring at him firmly, not wandering around at all.

But this kind of gaze, in the eyes of human beings, is the level of "the person who sees is hairy".

Yulia's movements froze.Rationally, he doesn't need to avoid anything in front of a machine, but emotionally, Hope's direct and serious attention really makes him feel inexplicably embarrassed.

He pretended to turn his eyes away naturally, grabbed the soft pajamas, and entered the inner cabin as if nothing had happened.

After a sound of groping for cloth, the sound of water soon came from inside.When he came out again, Hope had already picked out a place by the bed and was sitting obediently on the ground.His eyes were as always, sincere, focused and bright.

For a moment, Yulia felt a little guilty.Just now, he actually speculated Hope maliciously with human thinking, and hid in to change clothes like a thief.

He suddenly thought of a saying, "Your heart is dirty, so everything is dirty."

Yulia sat down next to Hope, patted his head half apologetically and half relieved, and wanted to say something, but he met Hope's straightforward and sincere eyes, and didn't know where to start.

"...Good night." Yulia had to forcibly end the conversation.

Good night was also a voice command. As soon as he lay down on the bed, the lights in the cabin gradually dimmed.

Yulia soon fell asleep.

He didn't sleep well, and the quilt was not covered properly, and he especially liked to sleep with his calf stretched out.

When he turned sideways, the lines of his body became more symmetrical and slender, and the exposed calf sank in the dark blue fabric, like a white dolphin swimming in the dense waves.

Hope obediently stayed by the bed, looking at Qing Yulia, who was tightly wrapped in the quilt, in chaos.

He couldn't even find the reason for the confusion, he just felt that the seconds seemed like years.The ocean waves and white dolphins in his vision seemed to come true, swimming towards the most unbearable place in his heart.

These novel and secret feelings had such a strong impact on him that after that day, every time he saw Yulia's long legs lined by the military uniform, the memory of that night would instantly come alive. Qing Yulia seemed to be lying in front of his eyes, half covered by the messy quilt, if you flipped it lightly, a small section of snow-white and shapely calf would slip out of the quilt.

He suddenly understood the pain of Nameless.

He is like an anonymous person who hides in the woods and peeks at human life secretly. Those beautiful tender attachments are within reach, just one step, just a short step-but he also deeply understands that even this beautiful He is close at hand, but he doesn't belong to this "heterogeneous species". As long as he touches it a little, everything will disappear, and further on, it will be the abyss of destruction.

Qing Yulia seemed to be unaware of this matter, and still called him to go to the lounge together at night, and fell asleep in front of his face, still showing a small piece of white and uniformly long calf.

But staying in front of Yulia's bed has become a torment for Hope.

On the one hand, he was tormented by the inexplicable chaos, and at the same time, he couldn't stop the pain. He seemed to be holding a burning fire. Even though he was burned to death, he was unwilling to let go, even unwilling to let go of a finger. .

He seemed to be harboring a dirty secret, pretending to be in front of Yulia's bed in a nonchalant manner, but his calculation area seemed to be possessed, thinking about everything about Mr. Yulia all night long.

Sometimes he thought, it would be great if Yulia was a different kind like him.

But this idea did not last for 200 milliseconds, and was quickly denied by himself.

Sir Yulia is smart, earnest and upright, patient and gentle with him, he deserves a warm and sincere human being who loves him wholeheartedly.

The one who is wrong and problematic is himself, and he should immediately stop these unrealistic delusions.

But the more he wanted to contain it, the more he wanted to exterminate it, those suppressed delusions and desires grew overwhelmingly like the sprouts of spring rain.

Some nights, when he was almost unable to restrain himself, he always ran away and stayed alone all night and all night in the dark high-energy physics laboratory, doing various experiments non-stop.

When he accompanied Qing Yulia back to the rest cabin for the 37th time, Han Qingshu couldn't bear it anymore and knocked on Yulia's cabin door.