Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

screw together. 'If you need money, I'll give you as much as you want. '

'I'm just playing. ' I winked at him, 'I wonder what will happen if you can't find me. '

He had a serious face, 'You know I can't live without you. '

'I see. ' That's why I did it.He will always save me.You have to make sure I can come out before you start.

'You have to suffer for me all the time. '

'I will.I am willing to. ' he replied.

I was often puzzled by his unreasonable loyalty, always, without exception, he was always by my side, no matter what kind of trouble I caused, he begged his father to save me.Maybe he should just let me rot in jail so he and his father can live in peace, but he can't, he can't quit me.At one point I didn't deny that maybe he was the reason I didn't follow my mother down the same path.

The mother chose to use various drugs to anesthetize her nerves, withdrawing from a stagnant life, and breaking away from the rigid reality bound by strict laws and regulations.Everyone must be obedient and stable, and all illegal acts will be severely punished. Stealing a nail on the wall of someone's fence may lead to a month of imprisonment.In a cautious world, mother's madness has its own reasons.I have a sharper stimulant - death and his pain. .

Under the pale appearance, he may be smarter than me. He must have seen what I was going to do, but he didn't ask or stop it.He has the ability to keep calm since he was a child, including the day when I witnessed my mother's death, I went crazy for a while and lost my memory. When I remember, I screamed in his arms, and he hugged me tightly, not relaxing , locked me like a solid cage.But in the end, the one who always went crazy became him.

He sent me home, and then walked back slowly by himself.

The next afternoon, I was waiting for him at the subway station. I was ready to fall off the track in front of his eyes, but he didn't come and gave me a ridiculous phone call.

'I know my dad brought drugs, he killed your mom. ' His voice was distorted in the noise, 'I'm sorry. '

'Crap. ’ I said, ‘What the hell are you talking about? '

'You know I really can't live without you, not the other way around.Fortunately it is. ’ He said, ‘I want you to live your life and stop having fun like that. '

That's not fun, at least I didn't die frequently just for fun.

He hung up the phone first.

He never hung up the phone first, and he never spoke like that.

I scratched my hair, turned around in a circle, and then my heart filled with anger.Out of anger, I jumped off the track before the train came and was crushed into three pieces.When I came back to life again, I immediately took a taxi to his house, but the servant told me that he had already left the house.

'I went to the district government to deliver the dropped watch to the mayor. '

Hold.

It didn't take long for me to figure it out—in the end, the mayor hurried away in a car after receiving the watch delivered because of an impromptu dinner.He didn't take his father's car, because he was coming to my appointment, and the two had different routes.As soon as he walked out of the gate of the city hall, a woman threw a few bombs into the city hall. He was affected by the explosion, let a doorpost crush his head, and died after a while.

It doesn't matter if a bunch of people die.It's acceptable for the mayor to escape, and I accept that he can live to be president.My friend died, in an explosion I arranged for the teacher.

Damn it.

What the hell was he saying?

Putting that aside, I think the mayor should have a backup for his son.

Probably not.They are so rich.

But then I suddenly remembered what he once told me.

- 'I don't back up memories.Because I want it to be mine only.If one day I die, I never want a clone to approach you with my memory, I'll be mad with envy.And if you see him, kill him immediately. '

fuck fuck fuck. "

The story ends.

When I caught eye with Alan, I immediately pointed out that he had promised me the ending.

"This is the end. One dies and the other lives."

His storytelling skills couldn't have been worse. There's no context, just a single point of action in isolation, and in the midst of this mess I realize the connection of these protagonists.

"This is the confession of the fox-eyed female student in the previous story."

"Yes."

Well, it's still decent, but it's still not smooth.

"How many more characters will appear next?"

"Three people, two stories."

Even a bad story is better than nothing, and it seems that there is nothing I can do but listen to it.What's more, in his broken narrative, I gradually began to have new doubts.Do robots dream?I have always believed that the biggest difference between machines and humans is imagination.However, human beings cannot create things beyond cognition out of thin air. What everyone can do is to piece together novel things with the things they already know, or to predict the future with imagination. Frankly speaking, machines can do this Not necessarily less than humans.

I began to think, is the story Alan told me true or false?

91. Machine 06

"Can you answer me truthfully for any question I ask?"

"I won't lie to you."

Allen replied like this, but when I asked him to give me a definite answer, he didn't give me what I wanted.

"Please think of it as a boring puzzle," he said, telling the story of the fourth day.

"At 9 o'clock in the morning, Mr. Mayor bent down and stepped out of the shiny black car. A whole team of reporters was waiting outside the council hall. Short cannons flashed at him non-stop. He was buttoning up his suit and strode up Steps, his walking posture has been praised by many media as confident and charismatic as a leader. The word 'leader' is too early for him, but anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is only a matter of time until the president leaves office.

This meeting is the year-end report of the four districts of the city, which is full of self-praising chatter, looking forward to the future, judging from the speeches of the officials, the development of this planet has great prospects, at least for hundreds of years. Worrying about energy issues may be true, but the future is unpredictable, no one will point it out in public, and the public sentiment in the general survey is increasingly desperate.

The mayor made a tower with his hands to cover the lower half of his face, suppressing the yawn that was about to burst out.He smiled and nodded, and the speaker sat down contentedly, putting on a relatively young face.This is the head of the entertainment district who has just taken over. He is young, strong and worried.

——'It is necessary to strengthen the control of the underground. ’ he said, ‘Looking at the survey data from the districts, the death rate during the ice age has been rising, both in terms of murder and suicide rates, and I am concerned that this will continue. Compared with 2015, we will soon Lost nearly [-]% of the labor force, or even more. '

He talked freely and eloquently, making everyone around him restless. The mayor had to interrupt him immediately, warning him that the data he had obtained had not been verified, and he was not allowed to speak at such an important meeting without authorization.The young official wanted to continue, but was held down by the left and right—the mayor sent him a message to talk privately later.The rest of the officials at the meeting remained unmoved.

The mayor solemnly informed the rest of the officials that such serious matters must first be reported to himself for verification and approved before being published at the meeting.At the same time, he had already decided to do something to this young man's brain.

Such proposals were naturally suppressed by him and never discussed again. If even the underground is strictly supervised, how can we do business?If you can't do business, how can you feed those loyal subordinates.As to whether the object of his allegiance is to him or his money, it makes little difference.

At 14 o'clock in the afternoon, he rushed to the ecological area to visit the recently built cattail base. When the plant matures, it will grow a fine pappus like white velvet. When collected, it can be made into a powerful hallucinogen, which is said to make people feel fluttering. The feeling of immortality, after being made into medicine, is mainly imported to the entertainment area and radiates to the whole world.According to the current research, it will not damage the human nerves too much, but who knows, the mayor himself is not willing to take risks.It's unbelievable to say that he hasn't touched any of the entertainment products researched by his subordinates.

He regards the brain as a precise palace and refuses to break it easily.Other people's palaces are out of his concern.What's more, where did those mediocre people get their palaces?

Right now, the president has no intention of engaging in political affairs due to personal trivial matters. He could have been on equal footing with him, but now he is far worse.The president is stern, seemingly principled and decent. He has been clamoring for purge, control, and balance, and even demanded that the above-ground torture be relaxed and underground control be strengthened.He claims to be a righteous man, but in fact he is no different from a woman. When he suffers setbacks, he just wants to close his heart and doesn't care about anything.Is such a person also worthy of being the head of a planet?

The mayor considered himself far more qualified.Now he is proud of the spring breeze, and he responds to everything, except that there are always little flying insects by his side, following him like a shadow, always opposing him.The worm was originally a pet kept by his son. He cherished his son and obeyed his wishes and did not completely control the girl. He only hated that this caused the tragic death of his only biological child.

The mayor had a serious expression, and quickly pulled his thoughts back.Walking out of the Purong Base, the group visited the Fruit and Vegetable Garden, Zhenzhi Garden, and Jiamu Garden one after another. Time wasted and their feet hurt from walking. The mayor had little interest until at a certain place in the zoo, the mayor turned his head and talked to the secretary. Whispering, the secretary quietly conveyed it to the district chief. When the trip was over, the mayor and others separated from the bureaucrats in the ecological district and got into their cars. There was a black cloth-enclosed cage on the ground. In a corner of the cloth, a white bird with a black beak and curved neck tilted its head and stared at him. The mayor put the cage down, and the bird screamed loudly.