When the law of conservation of isolation is broken

They quickly settled on a plan: monitor Zhang Luotuo.In order not to cause commotion, this matter was only led by Zhao Yi, Lu Xing and Qiao De, while others were responsible for providing R-63.Before disembarking from the spaceship, Jod invited Zhang Luotuo to their home. The reason was to listen to Teresa Teng, but the actual reason was clear to Jod. He wanted to investigate Zhang Luotuo through questions and answers.

Everything seems to be solved.

But Qiao De didn't expect that Zhang Luotuo would be allergic until the moment before he fell down.Before that, they were still asking questions, even quarreling——Zhang Luotuo arrived at Joad's house, and after the awkward greeting, Joad began to ask questions. He wanted to test the normality of the imitation person, about friends, work, and other things.But Zhang Luotuo interrupted him before he could ask a few questions.

"It's not a so-called friend, it's a friend."

Joad could hear his own voice floating in the air: "Anyway, people like you..." Their atmosphere became tense, and Joad could feel it.The Martians call this a "discussion," and they use polite words to cover things up.

"You are just like us." Zhang Luotuo said coldly. For some reason, he was sweating profusely and his face was pale.

"what?"

"emotion."

This word made Joad's language swallowed completely.Emotion, Joad thought about this word. Originally, this word had nothing to do with the imitation, it only belonged to human beings, but at this moment he heard "emotion" from the mouth of an imitation, and the imitation looked at it unyieldingly. His tongue was stiff, panting, struggling to speak the word clearly.He was stunned, and his temples ached coldly.

"Imitation people don't have actual emotions. Their emotions are all from mechanical imitation. In essence, they don't have any real emotions and thoughts." He still remembers the textbooks at the base saying so.emotion.He pondered the word again, barely sure for a moment what it meant.But he didn't have time to think about it.Because in the next second, Zhang Luotuo fell down.I am allergic to peanuts.Zhang Luotuo said to him at the last moment before fainting, his voice was as soft as a human whisper.

He catches him.Only then did Joad realize that Zhang Camel was very light, as light as a hollow sculpture, which was different from what he had imagined. He thought that the imitation humans would be much heavier because there were too many mechanical things in their bodies.And the imitation humans are allergic, he never thought that they would be allergic, he always thought that only humans have this, but now Zhang Luotuo fell in front of him because of allergies, just like all other humans, he looked very fragile.The idea was ridiculous, he knew it.A flimsy dummy... dummys can't be fragile, they're assembly line products.

Mars.He tried to remember the Law of Mars.

The imitation human is an assembly line product.

Looking at Zhang Luotuo in the ward, he felt that he was overthinking.Zhang Luotuo's face was still pale, but his chest rose and fell peacefully, and the electrocardiogram on the side had returned to a stable state.A sense of tension lingered on Joad, and the imitation man would be as allergic as a human being.He was still thinking about this, and the doctor's words confirmed that Zhang Luotuo was allergic.This made Joad feel even more incredible: something was confirmed in writing.

He stayed by Zhang Luotuo's bed for the whole night, motionless. When it was nearly seven o'clock, he stood up, found Zheng Zheng's phone number, dialed it, and asked her to come to the hospital. He remembered that Zhang Luotuo had mentioned her.Then he came again at two o'clock in the afternoon to settle the hospital bill.He walked into the ward again, Zhang Luotuo was still sleeping, he was unaware of the spaceship humming outside the window, and he didn't respond to Joad's arrival.

Joad raised his head, R-63 had already started working, and it was flying in the gray mist-lined sky.

He lowered his head and looked at the pale face of the camel. He was breathing up and down very steadily.

The sense of strangeness harassed him intermittently.

That night, he brought a Teresa Teng record at home, and was going to Zhang Luotuo's home. After thinking about it, he picked up a candy without peanut butter. He pasted a piece of paper on the candy: "Peanut-free ".He hid the candy in the record box, he didn't know why he did it, he didn't have to, he knew that R-63, who was in charge of monitoring, could do all his work.

But maybe through this he could discover something, he convinced himself, like why the anomaly was so unusual.

He was sitting in Zhang Luotuo's house, and the pink fluffy little robot ball ran to him.

"Maomao." He heard Zhang Luotuo calling it.Even after seeing it so many times, he still wasn't used to it, so weird, a fake pet that mimics people, he couldn't help thinking.He stroked it carefully, feeling its warmth against his palm.He was left to listen to a song, Teresa Teng's, originally he wanted to leave quickly, it was completely wrong to come here, he grimly reminded himself that he fully understood this, but Zhang Luotuo kept him.

Qiao De looked at the wound on Zhang Luotuo's arm, which was the mark after the infusion, but Zhang Luotuo didn't notice the wound at all.So Joad stayed and listened to Teresa Teng's "Sweet Honey" with an imitator.

He closed his eyes and thought of Mars, a yellow butterfly flying by.

He opened his eyes, Zhang Luotuo was sitting on the other side of the sofa, shaking his feet, swaying to the song, and unconsciously laughing.He was clearly drawn to the song as well.

Abnormal imitation of people.Joad closed his eyes again and reminded himself.

And it was by no means the last time he reminded himself.

They shuttled through the old man's record hall, cheap lights blasting everywhere, and the strange smell of booze lingered on the rough fiber shirts.Eventually they end up in the silent lounge, with a false earth ceiling erected above them.Zhang Luotuo mentioned to him the old world, "History of Humanity", various continents, and Joad may have talked about something under the urging of alcohol, such as the stars.Then Zhang Luotuo began to talk about his experience on his own.He wants to explore around Chongqing.Zhang Luotuo said hesitantly and uneasy, as if he was talking about something unspeakable.Joad stared at him almost as if he were human.Until Zhang Luotuo talked about his flight experience again, he confusedly mentioned that the atmosphere of tens of kilometers in the history of Chongqing contained a huge amount of toxins.Joad woke up suddenly.Zhang Luotuo is an abnormal imitator, and he doesn't know that the reason why he can't fly high is because of the control of neurons.

Abnormal imitation of people.Abnormal imitation of people.he reminded himself.

"Then what do you want to do in the future?" Zhang Luotuo asked him.

"Should be in a spaceship to..." Home. He thought. But he didn't say it. Back to Mars, another planet, real cities, real life.

"...You can take me with you." The joke seemed to come from another world. After Zhang Luotuo finished speaking, he lay down on the table and slowly closed his eyes. He fell asleep, a deep sleep.That's impossible.Joad knew.But at the moment he couldn't think, maybe because of the silent atmosphere in the lounge.Zhang Luotuo's smile looked so sincere, so human, and he would die without knowing that he couldn't leave the city for half a step.

Afterwards, like the video in R-63, things are fast forwarded.The relationship between him and Zhang Luotuo is getting closer rapidly. Zhang Luotuo may be because of the night at the old man's record store, but Joad doesn't know.

for monitoring tasks.His reason spoke to him.

Joad didn't quite remember those memories, but some images stuck stubbornly somewhere in his mind: they walked through the streets of Nanping together, the fake games offered to the imitators in the game square were loud, the gods of Dunhuang With his hand resting on the top of the blue shed, Zhang Luotuo walked with him, opened his mouth slightly, and stared at the virtual god.In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the record store in Jiulongpo again. He and Zhang Luotuo stopped by the record shelf, and he glanced at the records coldly. He didn't like all the records sold in Chongqing, even Li Xiangxiang from Eleven Company Records are useless to him.At night, they sometimes hang out at the old man's record store, the cheap dance hall that has become their regular place, though Joad still has lingering fears about the exploding neon lights inside.They talked about the old world of the earth, and even had knowledge of astronomy. Once again, Qiao De unconsciously talked to Zhang Luotuo about his favorite planet: it was Mars.Zhang Luotuo nodded, smiled, and didn't care. Obviously, his eliminated neurons had directly ignored this point that should have made ordinary people curious.Occasionally they would go to Joad's house and take out those old world maps that Joad collected. Zhang Luotuo was very interested in those things, pointing to Tokyo, Shanghai and other cities that have disappeared.In the daytime, Joad still ruthlessly walked through the busy streets without squinting.

Abnormal imitation of people.He still warns himself.Sometimes waking up from sleep, the butterfly specimen on Mars is very clear.But he thought less and less, and instead became more and more dazed, especially when they were talking on the phone, Zhang Luotuo's voice came from the phone receiver.

Zhang Luotuo seemed no different from the humans he met.

What is the difference between human and imitation human?he thought.

His inadequacy was noticed.One Monday, he walked out of the office as usual, after Lu Xing waved to him and shouted "goodbye" with a smile, Zhao Yi came over, Joad thought she was going downstairs, but she didn't, she just stood beside him , with his head held high, without squinting.Joad stretched out his hand, wanting to press the elevator button, but Zhao Yi blocked his hand between the small button and his hand.

"Are you really monitoring it?" She said suddenly, staring at him, lowered her voice, the words escaped from her lips, her hands were trembling, as if it was the night before arriving on Earth.

Joad's heart skipped a beat.He understood immediately what she was talking about.

He looked into her eyes without wavering: "Yes." He replied coldly.He always does.

Zhao Yi was silent for three seconds, let go of his hand, and pressed the elevator button.But Joad knew she didn't believe it, the thing in her eye was still there, because she always was.

What is the difference between human and imitation human?

He thought so at Li Xiangxiang's concert.Fan Liu's prosthetic body sat next to him and was controlled remotely.Lu Xing and Zhao Yi were on the other side.They came here not for the concert, but for Li Xiangxiang.The Ministry of Imitation said that she has often been abnormal recently. "Similar to mood swings, those memories that were emptied were automatically restored by her." Fan Liu said to him.Fan Liu made an assessment of her before the concert, and Qiao De was going to take her back to the company after the concert to perform memory cleaning. This situation has happened many times in the past few months, especially for large-scale concerts. After the meeting, Li Xiangxiang often collapsed.

Fan Liu left the concert halfway through, and his prosthetic body control could only last for an hour and a half.And Qiao De went to the dressing room backstage to wait for Li Xiangxiang, ready to observe her situation, and also in case she ran away because of fear, although this possibility was very small.

The door opened behind him, and Zhang Luotuo walked in, looking at him in blank dismay.

That was the first time he saw Li Xiangxiang's tears, and also the first time he heard the story of an imitation person, the process of her training, and the thoughts that arose.

"I love her." She said to Zhang Luotuo, holding a cigarette, her lips trembling slightly.

Joad watched her from the sidelines.

It was a fake, not even a fake.She's just a second-rate mimic created by an animator imitating a human being.But she seemed to be thinking, full of emotions, and there were even traces of tears in the corners of her eyes.

A fake person.he thought.

"I hope you won't look down on me, I'm a counterfeit..." she said to Zhang Luotuo.

"No, in my opinion you are no different." He heard Zhang Luotuo replied firmly, his black eyes sparkling.

He trembled.no difference.Zhang Luotuo's words went straight into his eardrums, and Joad knew it was nothing, but Zhang Luotuo thought he was a human being, so he said such words directly.Thoughts wandered chaotically in his head.Humans and fakes, fakes and humans, emotions, and tears.What's the difference between a fake and a human?That question again confusedly constitutes a trap.Firestar tells him that the fakes don't have feelings, so they aren't human, but if the fakes have feelings and thoughts, are they human?His thoughts automatically turned into words and paragraphs, taking shape in his mind.Some strange ideas gradually formed in his mind, while others slowly faltered.

When he and Zhang Luotuo left the dressing room, this question was still circling in his mind.He remembered another thing, related to Zhang Luotuo, he told Zhang Luotuo that Zhang Luotuo had been unable to repair a toy dog ​​at that time, and finally the customer called, and the person in the liaison department told Qiao De that the imitation man of the customer was a prank .Joad didn't think it was anything at first--an imitation of lack of management.But now that scene is different.

The note said, "Love! I want love!" Emotion, and emotion, was like a cold wind in Chongqing, the deserted city of the earth.

Joad blinked.He thought drowsily, unable to figure it out at all.

If the difference between an imitation person and a human being is emotion, then what is emotion?Is it love?

So... what is love?

Zhao Yi's eyes were suspicious and cold, she found Qiao De and Zhang Luotuo when they appeared next to the backstage.She walked towards him uneasily: "What were you doing just now?" She questioned him in the hot crowd.And Joad dodged the topic lightly. "Nothing," he said.That night, after he brought Li Xiangxiang to the company, he didn't go home directly, but went to the "Night Flight" next to his home. He ordered a cup of "Buddha Gate", then the second cup, and the third cup.

His thinking slowly blurred.Imitate people.Humanity.Imitate people.Humanity.These nameless thoughts were intertwined in his mind.

Maybe there is no difference.He thought grimly, out of "Night Flight."The chaotic thoughts made him at a loss, and he even had an inexplicable impulse in his heart. He had to call Zhang Luotuo and tell Zhang Luotuo that they were monitoring him.why?Maybe it's because it's unfair not to do it, Zhang Luotuo doesn't know anything about these things, maybe it's because of Li Xiangxiang, maybe it's because of that note: "I need love! Give me love!" These things are like an invisible □□ pressed against his throat.He knew the idea was weird, but he wanted to do it, as it had been in the past, and the night had made him miserable, the alcohol freezing his blood.

But he didn't say it in the end.After waking up the next day, he still clearly remembered the phone call, and decided to go to Zhang Luotuo's house at night. As for what to do later, he didn't think it through, he felt too confused.

He walked into Zhang Luotuo's house, Zhang Luotuo looked at him in a panic.

Zhang Luotuo found R-63 from nowhere, and he inserted the memory into the TV.

When they all fell, the footage on the TV was rewinded, and the scenes flowed.He saw Zhang Luotuo, himself, those streets and memories.

Zhang Luotuo questioned him.

He didn't know how to answer at all.

He walked out of Zhang Luotuo's house.

They haven't seen each other for half a month.

For more than ten days, Joad lived as before, burying himself in the past life.Manage the dummy, handle affairs outside the company, walk through more or less crowds, as usual.And he never once raised his head to look at the Q built in front of Eleven Company, he knew that Q was virtual and didn't need to be respected.At night, he walked across Nanping, passing by the players who were playing the game of laying mines, listening to the blue explosions, passing between the opposite screens, like passing through an endless network.He is cold and does not look at anyone, he is the former Joad.

He never thought of Zhang Luotuo once, but he often dreamed of him in his dreams.

He walked through the gate, walked into the street, walked through the cold wind and countless nights, and finally stepped into the "Night Flight" impatiently one night under the gray sky. Lu Xing called him to pick him up. He drank a mess, It sounded like there was another woman next to him.He stepped into the dimly lit bar, leaping over the drunken staff and the messy circular couches without looking away.

He saw Lu Xing, and there was a woman beside him, that woman looked familiar, he thought.

He noticed a line of sight staring straight at him.

He raised his head coldly.

He saw Zhang Camel.

Zhang Luotuo stood beside the bar, looking at him with his black eyes.Their eyes met.

Those ten days disappeared in an instant.He seemed to have returned to the night of Li Xiangxiang, and also seemed to have returned to a dream. Zhang Luotuo stood in front of him as always, with those black eyes shining brightly, without any change.

That night he almost confessed to Zhang Luotuo. He said a lot, but still kept some things secret.

Zhang Luotuo couldn't know that, he knew it very well.

Zhang Luotuo can't know, but he can protect him.He kept thinking like this until the first minute when Zhang Luotuo jumped off the high-altitude spaceship and grabbed his hand.

"That fake person sneaked into the management department, took your fingerprints, and checked some documents." On Monday morning, when he came to the company, Zhao Yi said to him coldly, her nose ring shaking.The office was a mess, bullets stuck in the fabric of the office chair, books and other things were mixed together, and the computer was still on all night, stopping at the "Surveillance Program" page.

"I warned him before... I even called him to imitate the Ghost Meteor Gang, saying that he was a fake person... I suspect that he started to have plans at that time..." Zhao Yi thought to himself Said, she lowered her head, folded her hands, and kicked away a ball of paper with her left foot.

"And him?" Joad asked, interrupting her.Zhao Yi was stunned by his words, and she stopped kicking.

She raised her head suddenly and looked at Joad.The hatred in her eyes was so thick that no one knew, she was trembling, and her breathing was heavy.

"What do you say?" she said.

He understood, they had known each other for years, and he walked out the door of the office. "You will violate Mars by doing this..." He heard Zhao Yi whisper behind him, she didn't dare to let the people in the management department hear her, she was crying, tears streaming down, "That's just a damn counterfeit--"

The elevator door closed.

He drives the spaceship to find him.He quickly found Zhang Luotuo. Zhang Luotuo's spaceship was in very bad condition, and it almost crashed immediately.

"Jump," Joad said to him, "take my hand."

That 1 minute, just that 1 minute.The spaceship fell, Zhang Luotuo held his hand, and Zhang Luotuo's body swayed in mid-air.He pulled him up.Then he noticed that Zhang Luotuo's left arm was bleeding, and Zhang Luotuo was shaking. There were still a lot of R-63, Joad picked up the gun and killed them one by one.Zhang Luotuo was at the side to help. He held the gun for the first time, but he did it well, although his lips were white and his left arm was shaking with difficulty from the bullets.

R-63 is all gone.The sky returned to silence.Zhang Luotuo's face became paler, the heater in the spaceship was as hot as a stove, but his hands were still icy.Zhang Luotuo opened his eyes, his vision was blank, the injury on his left arm seemed to have dealt him a fatal blow, R-63 knew the weakness of the imitation person very well.

"Zhang Luotuo?" Joad said. "We're going to the hospital..." He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.He saw soft-colored blood continuously flowing from Zhang Luotuo's left arm. Zhang Luotuo didn't seem to hear his words, but just blinked his eyes. His breathing became weaker and weaker, and his black eyes gradually dimmed.

"Jord..." Joad listened to him.

"What does it feel like to die?..."

Imitation people don't die, they're just scrapped.Mars said so, Joad knew, he remembered Mars' law.

But now he felt that there might be no difference between human beings and counterfeit people, not any difference at all.

He had to take Zhang Luotuo to Fan Liu's place, otherwise Zhang Luotuo would have no cure.

He had to turn the ship around.

He had to tell him everything, with nothing to hide.

"Because there is no difference between a human being and an imitation human being."

He opened his eyes and calmly looked at Zhang Luotuo in front of him.The room was so quiet that breathing could be heard, Zhang Luotuo's fingers wrapped in white bandages trembled slightly, and the rain outside the window rushed past quickly.

Zhang Luotuo looked at him intently.