Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

Chattering, I couldn't understand a word.This indistinct chirping gave me the illusion that I was not listening to people talking, but to the chirping of birds and beasts; otherwise, I was a bird and a beast and could not understand human speech.

Among the full house of friends, relatives and friends, I, a separate alien, got mixed up.

The people in the tavern must have felt the same way. The seats were already full, so he smiled apologetically and asked me if I was allowed to share a table with others.There was a table of banquets in front of me that I couldn't finish, now that I was full, I took my luggage and left the restaurant.

I stayed in the south of the Yangtze River for a while, and when the autumn became stronger, I found a secluded valley to live in, and then a town that was hot all year round.No matter where I went, I couldn't make long-term connections with the locals.I think I've lost that ability.Rather, I have never had such an ability.

I barely blended in the crowd, I couldn't feel the warmth of human feelings at all, I just felt crowded, and my polite response might be too airy when others came, so I naturally wouldn't approach me.And only those people who approach me make me feel the deepest disgust among all human beings. They bite me like a group of gadflies, and they are bound to grow up with me.

I've tried kindness, but no matter how kind you treat them, they always want more, more, never enough, can't refuse, and betray all the trust you put in.Not only were they unclean themselves, but they also dragged me down.

"There's no other way," I thought. "You can only kill, and kill as soon as possible. Only by killing thoroughly and thoroughly can you be purified." I have given such a sentence to people from the past and the future, and I don't think it is cruel in my heart.After all, I was originally lacking in feelings of guilt and fear, so why put on a show.

I vaguely believe that there are no more people in this world who are in the way. As for Xiuwen, he will die naturally, either under the task; People push it out as an abandoned child.Wu Yan had already arranged for him to be a companion, but it was only a matter of time.

I continued to wander, and no matter which hotel I stayed in, I would always find a letter from time to time. I knew who the owner was and he was still tempting me to go back, so I never opened it once.After more than a year like this, another letter came from the place where I was temporarily living one day. I didn't read it, and threw it into the ditch outside the window.

Not long after, I went to the street to eat, and heard that the devil who pulled out his heart was finally arrested. First, half of his body was removed, and then he was tortured by a car.

It is said that "the urn is full of meat slices, and the viscera are smeared on the ground."

It is said that "he is a decent young man."

It is said that "after all, the surname is 'Zhu' rather than 'Chu' or 'Zhao'."

That result always reminds me of the price of patience and innocence.

I stop and go, and some years pass.It happened that I was visiting a famous mountain, the clouds were steaming, the clouds were rolling, and the mid-air was filled with soft golden Buddha light. I took a step forward and let myself fall.

fifth night

86. Machine 01

It's a strange world.

The total population is about 10, and four hours by express train is enough to travel to the edge of the world. Machines replace most of the labor. Most humans go to work just to operate the machines, and switch to manual when they cannot recognize the instructions.Sufficient supplies, advanced medicine, and few diseases, this is probably the perfect world that many people have pursued all their lives in the past.

I sat facing out on the window, with my hands propped on the window lattice, my legs dangling hundreds of meters in the air.The high and low factories in the area not far away are like bushes, and the silvery white residential buildings protrude into the sky, straight into the sky. The sun is hanging in that direction at the moment, and the dazzling golden light reflected by a piece of glass hits my retina.A big metal bird flapped its wings, and a big river flowed slowly from west to east. It looked like a white python from the dozens of stories of high-rise buildings, twisting towards the sea in the extreme east.

I stared at the glowing fireball in the sky for an hour, five and 10 minutes, until it went out and fell, and then the stars came out and sprinkled the black velvet sky like broken diamonds.

The door opened and closed slightly, the light came on, Allen walked in briskly, and pressed my shoulder from behind, "Sir, it's time to get down and walk."

I slowed down for tens of seconds without moving.Then I turned my legs into the window first, and then my upper body. I turned around and faced the inside of the room, but didn't come down from the window.

Allen said: "Sir, it's time for you to give up the idea of ​​suicide. We don't have the money to resurrect."

Allen is my robot butler.She has short chestnut hair, a long and thin face, a high nose bridge, slightly drooping eyebrows and eye corners, and thin lips that curve downward when she is expressionless, making her always look unhappy.His brown eyeballs and the pupil in the center form a small target. If you look into the butler's eyes, you can always find my image in the center. His eyes are always following me and moving around, as if I am That target is a fixed bullseye.

"I'm tired of falling to my death." I jumped off the window sill, Alan just took me for nonsense, took out a month's worth of nutritional supplements from the shopping bag and put them in the refrigerator, complaining that I missed work again today.

"Don't worry, even if you lose your job, you still have government subsidies."

"The ice season is coming, and you won't be able to relax underground."

"However, what is the difference between going to jail in another place and now?"

Allen persuaded me to go back to work in the factory unhappy. In fact, he was not angry. The reason why he was like that was because of his appearance.In other words, it is due to the appearance settings. "Sooner or later your head will break if you spend all your time in the house reading, thinking, and watching those dark TVs."

I opened the refrigerator, took out an orange he had just put in, and broke it open with a fruit knife, Allen followed suit, "Your thinking itself is problematic enough, and elements such as stumps, blood plasma, and violence have no good effect on you. "

"You should warn those people in the cultural district that I will watch whatever they produce."

Seeing me throwing away the orange peel, Allen was nagging again. "Let me remind you, sir, that our finances do not allow for your waste. You will have to eat this orange for at least a week."

"It's just an orange."

"They are expensive oranges. You spend one-tenth of your monthly salary on them. Oh yes," he pretended to remember, "you don't have a dime of your salary now."

"Shut up."

He saved the orange peel that I threw away, and wanted to say more, I told him that if he loves me, he should stop talking, and Alan immediately followed suit.

It's kind of funny, I never thought that an orange could be so important.

Five years ago, I woke up in this boy's body, like waking up from a big dream.Alan was "his" butler, and now mine.I don't think about the original director of the body anymore, since thinking about it is useless.

I quickly decided to add a setting to Ellen - the so-called love.Now that they've bound me in that name, I'd love to know how a machine understands this.How he feels with his nonexistent soul, and realizes love in his own way.The machine was set up so that he couldn't betray or work against me, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to try.

I was born in this world, with new knowledge in my head, and I knew the situation here before I went out. It seems that it is administratively divided into twelve districts, each responsible for its functions, such as energy, machinery, ecology, entertainment, medical care, etc. .These memories are like mine, including the programming skills that I now rely on for a living.

I work in the after-sales service of a robot factory in the Machinery District, and I am paid by the hour, and I receive repaired machines from various districts every day.I am in charge of debugging the program. There are two colleagues in the same department. The factory is equipped with a self-checking device. I don’t have much work on weekdays, but recently I don’t even want to do such a job.

I was chewing an orange, and suddenly I was attracted by something moving in the corner. I approached it and pinched it in my hand. It turned its semi-protruding eyes and lazily changed colors between my fingers.That's a chameleon.

Allen touched its abdomen and head, judging that it was an artificial pet.

I scratched its jaw, opened the door and put it on the stairs, and it ran away quickly.I don't know if it has the function of identifying the family, if not, it can only be regarded as bad luck for its owner.Even artificial pets cost a lot of money, depending on the level of detail.Nowadays, human-shaped machines are flooding, and people are more willing to spend a lot of money on pet-shaped machines, because live animals, even plants, are valuable assets belonging to the government, and it is difficult to buy them even if they have money.Rare things have always been rare.

A gust of cold air leaked in from the window in the stairwell, Allen closed the door, looked at the calendar and said, "In just over a week, it will be the ice age again."

"It's only been three months, just hide underground."

"Really?" Allen stared at me sharply: "Will you be honest this time?"

I didn't answer.Alan made me a potion of cold medicine, and I drank only half a cup because it tasted so good.It's just a cold wind blowing, if I didn't bother him to talk too much, I wouldn't drink half of the glass.

"Ellen, tell me something funny. I'm bored to death."

Allen sighed loudly, "Please stop mentioning dead words."

"Either kill or commit suicide. Is there any way, it's too boring here."

"I said you gotta find something to do."

"My enthusiasm for work was exhausted long ago, and so was my enthusiasm for socializing."

"Help me," I said.

Allen was in a dilemma. He only had the third-rate stories produced by the cultural district, which trickled down in five years. He himself couldn't even make up a short article of [-] words.I didn't expect him to provide me with anything, I just wanted to stop his long-winded mouth.

I can't accuse a robot of not having an imagination, their brains aren't designed to dream.But I'm speaking the truth, and I'm running out of patience.here i can't find