Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

It's about to fall and disappear.

I walked over and sat sideways on the window frame, overlooking his twisted limbs lying on the flat ground. A patrol robot came running almost immediately, circled around a few times, and then left boringly.Unhurriedly, I asked him how he felt now.

"It hurts."

"Keep your pain switch on." I looked down at his miserable body and said, "It's a pity that the highest floor here is only up to the sixth floor."

He sat up on the ground with his twisted arms, and the simulated blood flowed all over the floor, which looked like a real murder scene.

I yelled at him, "Come up by yourself."

In the ground, I didn't have the tools at hand to repair him, and I didn't have enough savings to send him for repairs, so this tyrannical spirit showed a little bit on him, and was restrained and put away.Not long after, he came in from the door, and the white shirt that was originally neat and clean was stained with blood.

"I am back."

I jumped down from the window, picked up a nearby glass and smashed it on the ground, telling him to kneel on it.I took my phone out of my pocket and searched again as before, and the conclusion was still the same.

Father killing, cannibalism, explosions, drug trafficking, and promiscuity all add to the prominent identity of the protagonist of the story.Whether it is a story or a fact, it is impossible to search the Internet, and no matter how many times I search, the page is empty, and there is no matching report.

I threw the phone into his arms and fell on the sofa beside him. "explain."

He glanced down, turned off the phone screen, and carefully put it aside. "Some stories may not be accessible to you as a human being, but there are no such restrictions on machines."

This is really interesting.A machine that belongs to me and has higher privileges than me.

"These stories are really meant to amuse you," he explained earnestly. "You can see that I never told you anything."

I also saw that he was not telling the whole truth.The way he spoke was too much like a real person.

I smiled and softly told him to get up from the ground.

The accumulated anger in my chest poked out like a snake all day long, and I stared at this face. The familiar eyebrows and expressions, taciturn, sullen, and loyal, the shadows of these impressions gradually solidified in my heart, forming a concrete entity. .

At one moment I wanted to laugh out loud, at another moment I felt that the anger of being fooled for five years covered everything鈥攊t was always the people close to me who mutated, and I never thought that such a machine would be missed.The original thought of returning to the ground to deal with it receded, and the sadistic desire was at a high level. I asked him to increase the pain perception to one hundred and fifty.

"Remove your limbs."

His drooping eyes widened in surprise, "You really want to do this."

"This is an order."

"Please wait a moment." He muttered, got the chainsaw, turned it on, and the harsh and trembling sound of the saw teeth resounded through the room.

"Where do you want to start?"

"On the top."

He lifted the chainsaw to the junction of his thigh and waist, confirmed to me, I nodded slowly, he cut cleanly, and was splashed all over his face and body by the blood mist.The flesh and blood broke open smoothly, and the chainsaw cut on the metal bones, making a tooth-piercing creaking sound. He groped around the broken leg, found the connection point and disconnected the bones, and then used the chainsaw to cut the remaining connected flesh again. Saw off.

I walked over after he completed this step and stopped about three meters in front of him.Pools of blood flowed from the severed limb and spread to the toe of my shoe. "How are you?"

"It's okay. It hurts a bit." He replied, his body was twitching because of the excessive pain, and he didn't cry out.I think machines can endure pain much more than humans.

I didn't yell to stop, so he took the chainsaw and pressed it down on the heel of his left leg, and the knife sank into his other leg like cutting tofu.He changed the method this time, arched his left leg, cut around the bone, sawed all the flesh first, and then stretched his hands in to separate the joints.As a result, the second leg also lay empty on the floor, separated from the body.His decency was gone, his stumps and blood made him a monster. "Do you want to continue?"

I took a closer look, and his eyes were as calm as glass beads, maybe they were beads, but the material and technology were more advanced.

"You fooled me for five years."

He looked at me quietly, ignorant.

So I sneered and told him to continue.

He cut to the root of his left arm with a chainsaw, peeling off the surface of the skin obliquely in large chunks, like peeling off the skin of a potato before cooking.He relentlessly changed his tricks to attack himself, and deliberately showed me that after all the scarlet flesh was cut off, the white bones were exposed, and he followed the same pattern, still tearing them apart.

A lot of blood was lost, and his skin began to turn blue, but blood is not necessary for the machine, as long as the chip in the brain is not damaged, he can still be alive, if it is considered alive.The pain has obviously reached a certain level, he will not go into shock like a human being, he does not have that kind of body protection mechanism, so even if it is beyond the limit, the ultimate pain, he can only suffer soberly.This pleases me.

"The pain is two hundred."

I stood up, took a few steps closer, and held out a hand to him. He turned off the chainsaw, pointed the blade at himself, and handed me the handle.

I started the saw, and cut close to his only arm, and the electric saw buzzed terribly, causing blood and flesh to splatter, I deliberately avoided, but still inevitably some got on my face.Allen's face looked like he was going to faint in a second, but I knew he wouldn't.

I slowly carved the blade into the artificial fake flesh, deliberately prolonging the torture time. If it is feasible, I want to saw off his bones like this, but the chainsaw is not hard enough after all, so I can only be like him , First scrape the meat, then break the bone.

The created bloodthirsty has color but no function, and naturally does not have the bloody smell of ordinary human blood.Even if it is very confusing, I know very well in my heart that the thing I destroyed is not a person, but through dismantling and dismembering him, the block that has accumulated in my chest for a long time can finally be eliminated.

I decided to give the person I found who was related to me a happy death. However, first of all, Alan is not a human being, he is my property, and secondly, his identity is obviously not just a simple machine steward. I searched hard. I was quite annoyed that the character of five years was actually next to me.The betrayal of objects surprised me more than the betrayal of people, because for a long time, I thought he belonged to me alone.

It wasn't until I concocted him into a head-only block that I temporarily put down the chainsaw and gave him room to explain.

He hesitated for a moment, unable to speak.

"Is it too painful?" I touched his forehead, there was no sweat stain, and the temperature didn't change, only the tightly wrinkled brow revealed his pain.

"As long as you are happy."

"Why bother to pretend?" I withdrew my hand and wiped it with a handkerchief. "You're not really loyal."

"I'm still loyal," he insisted. "I just want to tell you that this is not an innocent world, so don't be afraid of hurting others. Whatever you want to do, you can do."

"In what capacity did you say that?"

"As your steward." Perhaps my suspicious expression was too obvious, and he added: "At the same time, as a machine to monitor the world."

94. Machine 09

In a perfect world, liberty, abundance, lack of competition, people would be free to grow to death if they wanted to.However, in the human race, there are always people who commit crimes, whether they are inherited, stimulated, or born abnormal.These criminals have become factors of instability in society and affect the safety of the public, so noble people think that these unstable elements must be isolated.

So they created a miniature world and put all the criminals in it.For the stability of the small world, the memory of each criminal in it has been modified, using past experience as the basis to reset their identities and structure their lives, subconsciously setting that they will never doubt the authenticity of the world, and they will become brand new. Indigenous inhabitants of the world.

This work requires a lot of work, but once it is successful, more than [-]% of crimes can be eliminated in one fell swoop, or even more.For the benefit of the innocent majority, they worked hard to create this place.

鈥斺€擳he above is the truth of what Allen said.

"What are those stories you tell?"

"It's the truth that happened."

"I can't find any news."

"It's easier than you think to make those messages go away." He adjusted his breathing rate to ease the pain, and then said, "No one in this world is innocent. If you can't find the person to kill, kill them all." It doesn't matter if you drop it."

"At least the kids here aren't born sinful."

"They are essentially the product of the genetic mixture of criminals. To the outside world, they should not exist." Allen said. "Everyone who comes in has flaws, and they can't follow the rules for a long time. The more depressed they are on the ground, the more unrestrained they are underground. Therefore, I always try to avoid you staying outside as much as possible underground."

"According to what you said, I am also a member of the guilty party."

Allen smiled, "I doubt whether you are really guilty. Even if you are, you are always innocent to me."

Because of the setting I gave him.

"Your blood has stained this place." Blood is everywhere, and every step is a bright red footprint.

"I'll put it back as it is, if you'll allow me."

I glanced at him and attached a severed arm, and he thanked him politely and assembled himself.

He seemed to have no reason to deceive me, but I couldn't be completely convinced for a while, so I let him show the real world in front of my eyes.

So Alan took me on a walk