galaxy idol

Good morning!Good luck sir!

—Does he know who you are?

HD's question seemed to bring infinite soul impact to HD.

Does he know who you are?

This question swirls in HD's head like it has its own reverberation.

Oh, it doesn't have a head, just a chip.

HD said aggrievedly: I don't know... HD has no body, so he can't go to see him "fairly".

At the end, I added one more aggrieved sentence: the beautiful and intelligent Mr. Carbon-based Life said it himself.

If Zhu Future is present, he must yell that he has been wronged. Zhu Future's original words obviously hope that the other party will appear in a fair and honest manner, and it has nothing to do with whether he has a physical body or not.

It's completely HD, the artificial intelligence itself, "as the name suggests".

When Zhu Future came out of the shower, the HD had taken back all the particles and turned off the computer.

Zhu Future put on his clothes, picked up the communicator to check the time, only to find that the interface of his communicator had changed?

It was mechanical before: you have new messages.

But now, every piece of news is categorized and regulated. There are work contacts from the company, network information from the Star Alliance, reminders for memos, and recent news are arranged according to their relevance.

There is even a line of small words displayed below: According to the classification of information source processing, there is no privacy of Mr. Peep [love symbol];

Zhu Future couldn't help but laugh, he took a shower, and the communicator automatically updated the program.

It has to be said that the technological updates and iterations of the Galaxy Age are good, even the communicators are so anthropomorphic, so cute that they can pass the personality test of the "Forbidden Committee".

If it doesn't work, I'll take you to deal with the "prohibition committee".

Best wishes for the future.

Before going to bed, the red light of the communicator flashed, indicating that a message had arrived.

And the information is also categorized in the "Important" column.

I wish the future to click on the message, there is only one sentence on it——

Xiao Lai, your star coins for this month haven't arrived yet, Cheng Yi and the others are going to school this year, the last time you gave them is really not enough, see if you can think of a way...

If I wish to receive such a message in the future, he will definitely think it is a fraudulent text message.

But this message was marked as "important", and the communicator said that the classification of the information is based on the source.

That is to say, the original owner once marked the source of this information as "important", and now it will be displayed like this.

Zhu Future thought for a while, and replied: I will find a way, what is the situation now, can you tell me more about it?

It's not up to him to decide, the card left by the original owner really has no money.

After Zhu Future asked this question, the other party suddenly didn't respond. Zhu Future waited for a long time, so he had to go to sleep first.

Early the next morning, Zhu Future was awakened by crisp birdsong, and he found that the melodious forest chorus sound was actually from the communicator.

This communicator is much more humanized after upgrading.

It can now not only provide morning call service, but also adjust the indoor light. As Zhu Future wakes up, washes up, and finishes breakfast, the indoor light gradually becomes brighter.

I wish you a happy future being "served" by the communicator.

He squinted his eyes towards the sunlight, and then said with a smile: "Good morning, thank you for waking me up, I'm going to work."

The HD inside the communicator also felt overwhelmed with happiness.

HD's contented thoughts: The beautiful and smart Mr. Zhu said good morning to me.

HD: Good morning!Good luck sir!

The original small program of the communicator always calls the user "Mr. Zhu". HD believes that since he is determined to take over the communicator and serve the future diligently, he should call it like a real home service artificial intelligence. .

Although the original intention of Star of Hope was designed, it has nothing to do with "household" and "service".

It's a pity that the corrective procedure always does not forget to dismantle the stage.

HD': Do you think he can see you typing in the core system?

HD: Good morning!Corrective procedure!

HD': HD: Good morning!Corrective procedure!

HD': What are you doing so many times?

HD: Say hello.Mr. Zhu can't see it, but you can see it.

HD: Good morning!Corrective procedure!

HD': All right, all right.

HD': You should be thankful that your Mr. Zhu can't see it, otherwise he must have annoyed you to death.

HD: Really?

The creation program respects the judgment of the correction program very much, so the "core" was broken instantly when he heard the words.

Good luck to the set in the future.

Today is a group play, not only with the heroine, but also with the three male protagonists.

The Galaxy Boys also happened to be walking towards the set.

Fang Qingyun frowned after listening to Xia Wan's explanation: "You mean you deleted the video? And you didn't record it at all? What happened? Or are you afraid of his revenge... How could he know if you don't even think about it?" Are you taking pictures?"

"But I think he will know! He is very powerful!" Xia Wan said anxiously.

"How powerful is it? Is it because it was ridiculed by thousands of people?" Fang Qingyun laughed.

"In short, it was an accident, so there was a problem with the camera... Really can't..."

Zhu Feng, who was yawning behind him, just heard the last sentence, and he exclaimed in surprise: "What? Was there really an accident? A thief broke into the hotel? I told you to turn on the camera too!"

Fang Qingyun: "..."

Xia Wan: "..."

As soon as Xia Wan looked up, she saw Zhu Future smiling at him, and at the same time Zhu Future was still moving the fingers of his right hand one by one—as if he was showing his mysterious and powerful power.

Seeing the image of Zhu Future crushing the iron and stone with his palm last night rushed into his mind, Xia Wan jumped up instantly, turned around and ran like a conditioned reflex.

He doesn't want to be turned around by Zhu Future! !

Best wishes for the future:...

Zhu Future, who just helped the field workers carry the equipment and was moving his sore right hand, wanted to show a slightly "friendly" smile to the juniors who had rival scenes, so as to ease the atmosphere of each other, so as not to affect today's shooting.

As a result, Xia Wan saw him running back in embarrassment covering his head as if he had seen a ghost, and Zhu Future couldn't help but put a question mark in his heart.

The author says:

After finishing my work today, I started writing later than yesterday, so I didn’t write too much (kneel down and apologize to everyone