The protagonist wants to steal my script again

task progress: 09

Performer: An Minghui

Current world status: not entered

Mission goal: not entered

Task process: not entered

Remarks: not entered

The task panel this time is obviously different from any previous one. One of the biggest changes is the amount of information that is significantly missing. The second is the way the task panel is presented.

He clearly felt that he hadn't opened his eyes, and his body was still lying in an unknown place, but he could clearly see the familiar and unfamiliar task panel in front of him.This statement may be somewhat contradictory, but he doesn't know how to better describe the situation at the moment.

He felt a pair of hands walking around his body, the movement didn't have any special meaning, but it seemed like he was debugging something.He couldn't estimate how long it would be before he heard a voice beside him, saying softly, "Turn on."

After this command, his eyes were finally able to open.At the same time, he clearly felt that the inside of his body was activated like a activated machine, he could make various actions according to his will, and a large amount of information was activated, the amount of information was as large as It was as if he had been imported into a large number of e-books, enough for him to understand everything about this new world.

Obviously, this body is a man-made machine, but what he cares about is that he can clearly control the information and data about his body, and this makes him realize very clearly that even if the whole body is composed of various complex It is made of different materials, but the only difference is in the position of the heart, where countless catheters and conductive fibers are actually connected to a real heart made of flesh and blood.

After opening his eyes, the first thing An Minghui saw was a thin young man in loose and messy clothes standing next to him. His hair seemed to have not been properly taken care of for a long time. The hair in front had grown to block the eyes, making it difficult to see his face clearly. The young man seemed to have the habit of hunchback, which made him look even more gloomy.

"My name is Lyle Creedla, and I'm your master. Here are your clothes. You'll be doing some housekeeping here in the future."

Even when speaking to his domestic robot, the young man speaks in a small, timid voice, and with embarrassment written all over him from head to toe, he seems to have a strong dislike for socializing with anything, human or robot.

So, will this young man who looks timid and cowardly be the protagonist of this world?

With such a question in mind, An Minghui sat up from the something like a workbench where he was lying, put on the black tuxedo that was placed next to him, and said with a smile, "Did you make me?"

As if feeling that his smile was too harsh, Lyle turned his head to avoid his gaze, and only replied: "Yes."

"It seems that you should be a very good technician, really amazing." He wanted to ask about this heart, but it seemed that it was not appropriate given their current familiarity, after all, the other party looked really good. Hate socializing.

According to the information he was imported, certain human experiments are very strictly controlled in the Federation, especially experiments that touch the boundary between robots and humans are absolutely prohibited.

"It's already two o'clock in the morning, I think you should go to bed." After accepting his identity this time, An Minghui made such a suggestion, "I think I need to pay attention to you besides housekeeping. health status, and regular work and rest will be better for the body."

"I'll sleep during the day." Lyle didn't look at him, sat in front of his workbench and continued with the work at hand, but rejected his proposal in a non-tough manner, and didn't say anything else In a word, the attitude of refusing to communicate is very obvious.

Most people will input some of their own habits and preferences in advance when setting up their own housekeeping robots to make sure that the robot can serve them more comfortably, but Lyle did not do this, so now An Minghui is very concerned about his new master. They still don't know anything, neither how to match what they like, nor how to avoid the opponent's minefield.

So after his proposal was rejected, he didn't say anything more, just went to the kitchen to warm a glass of milk silently, then put it on the table next to the workbench, and asked softly, "When do you usually eat?"

"There is no fixed time, I will ask you to do it when needed."

It really is an extremely unhealthy lifestyle.

It's still not good to talk shallow and deep, so An Minghui didn't say anything more, just stood aside quietly, and used this free time to calm down and sort out the current situation.

First of all, in this world, I exist in the form of artificial intelligence, and I also have a genuine heart. From this perspective, my existence itself should have seriously violated the federal law.

Why does his creator look so gloomy and cowardly, but has the guts to violate the law and create himself privately?Obviously, as a person with this level of technical means, it is impossible for Lyle to be ignorant of the federal restrictions on scientific research. From the information he has obtained, even a student who has not graduated You must be familiar with these terms of the Federation.

This is a question that cannot be answered at present, so he still has another puzzle: why is this world so special this time?

The information on the mission panel has changed, and the "script" about the current world that was originally obtained every time has not been transmitted, and the dialog box from the developer has not popped up for a long time, as if he was completely freed this time.

And what does it mean to be unregistered?Is there some unexpected situation that caused the developer to forget to enter the information, or does it have other meanings?

In addition, An Minghui still has some small questions that are considered trivial in comparison, such as whose heart originally belonged to him now?

Speaking of which, Lyle doesn't seem to have named him.

Repeatedly reaffirming the new identity to himself in his heart to urge him to get used to it as soon as possible, An Minghui bowed slightly according to etiquette, and at the same time whispered: "Excuse me, master, you haven't given me a name yet, if you don't want to bother, you can allow me Self-proclaimed?"

"Ah."

"Thank you very much, then please allow me to make up for the late meeting etiquette. Hello, I am An Minghui, and I will live with you as a domestic artificial intelligence from now on. I hope you can forgive me for any mistakes. "

The movements of Lyall's hands paused for a moment, and after a while, he whispered to himself, "...the name of an oriental person?"

"Yes, you can call me Ann." This is the first time Lyle has shown interest in himself, and An Minghui smiled decently and answered, "The literal explanation is that no matter where It should be the same day or night."

He has almost never seen such a soft and dazzling smile. For a moment, Lyle almost felt as if he was going to be burned. He just glanced at him, then immediately looked away, and whispered: "I see."

It's really strange, generally, artificial intelligence without special settings can't generate very good personalities, most of them are dull and lack of emotion, but the character independently generated by his household intelligent robot is astonishingly perfect , Even if it is displayed in the sales cabinet of the emotional robot, it can be sold at a good price.

Now that there is an opportunity for communication, An Minghui does not intend to end this conversation just like this: "You didn't enter your personal preferences before, so can you occasionally take time to talk to me when you finish work? I hope you can I understand your preferences and feel that you need someone to communicate with, so that you can maintain a better mood."

Although he created such an astonishing robot by himself, the person in front of him still looked very thin, and his actual age could not be seen for a while, but his figure was still no different from that of a young man. I don't think young children should be so lifeless.

And it seems that there is a tendency to feel inferior and autistic, and the word self-confidence is not too hooked, and it doesn't seem like the protagonist of this world.If the previous experience is still applicable, he can probably only take care of this boy until he meets the protagonist. Is it possible to make Lyle's character a little more cheerful before that?

"...I'll talk about this later."

Sure enough, it was such an evasive answer.

"Master, you are a very powerful person, so I really hope to have the opportunity to talk to you." An Minghui was not surprised, and continued with a smile, "Whether it is my own existence, Or the research you are doing on your workbench now is a cutting-edge technology that I can't find relevant data in the database at all, it's really amazing."

Lyle's hands that were performing fine manipulations stopped completely. An Minghui saw from behind that his ear tips turned red, but he didn't give an answer for a long time, probably because he was at a loss and didn't know what to say. good.

I agreed to take my time, but in the end I said so much on the first day.

An Minghui realized that he might really have a bad habit of an old lady, so he took the initiative to help Lyle helplessly: "I'm sorry, I was talking too much, I shouldn't disturb your work, if you are free, if you want to talk to me Please call me anytime."

"...It's okay," Lyle said after another moment of silence, somewhat embarrassed and at a loss, "I'm not angry."

"Thank you for your tolerance, then please continue to work, I hope you can finish work early and go to rest."

"……I see."

——Aren’t you going to continue talking?

With such a small disappointment, Lyle resumed the work in hand.

The author has something to say: from time to time, he will say some provocative words, and when he is too provocative to sit still, he will end the topic as if nothing happened

Before receiving such an accusation, An Minghui didn't even know he had this problem

But he really didn't tease people on purpose, and he didn't interrupt the atmosphere on purpose.

A little wronged, a little ashamed

But the only feedback he can give is: I know I was wrong, and I don't know if I will dare to do it next time...