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Thursday, August 2072, 11

Shen Xuan

"are you there?"

Shen Xuan entered the secret key of private space No. 16032 on the VR device terminal, and after putting on the glasses, he found that his login application was still pending approval.She stared at the jumping ellipsis behind the three words "to be approved", and sent a message to Han Zixi with some trepidation.

She guessed it right.A few seconds later, the ellipsis stopped jumping, and the moment she stepped into Han Zixi's PPS, she was flooded with water: Komori helped his master build a gray and foggy space, thunder rolled high in the sky, black clouds billowed, heavy rain Torrent; Han Zixi sat curled up on the ground with his back to her.

Two days ago, Han Zixi's father, Han Shan, died of a heart attack.Shen Xuan immediately packed up his things and rushed to Han's house after logging out of the library. He was so in a hurry that he didn't realize that this was the first time they met in Yuanshijie.She and the relatives and friends from the Han family who came here after hearing the news tried their best to appease Wu Xiaohan, who was on the verge of collapse, and helped with some things, but she spent more time with her friends.Han Zixi's expression was terribly frightening, as if the slightest touch would shatter into pieces, and for the first time, she dared not ask any more questions, or even say anything; Han Zixi told her to go home the next day, In fact——Shen Xuan thought bitterly—he was driving her home.She asked for two days off for herself and Han Zixi, and she was supposed to go back to class on Friday...but now it was Thursday night.Fortunately, she was found in time.

She walked over with difficulty, feeling drenched all over.

"I think you need to be warm. How about a fireplace?" She sat next to Han Zixi.

Han Zixi's voice was hoarse and shrill, floating between the sound of thunder and rain:

"When my dad came to me with an umbrella, it was raining like this.  …

"Good rain knows the season... I never asked him my questions. I never asked him what the unique world was like when he was young. I never asked him why he didn't get a heart transplant. He It could have been alive."

"Stop thinking about it." Shen Xuan said firmly.Han Zixi said these words more than once, each time putting the blame on himself.But no one did anything wrong, she thought, it was just a sad accident; she just blamed Uncle Han in her heart, heart transplants are now so successful and cheap, there is no reason for him to put himself and his family in such a precarious position situation.No!

"Listen to me. Han Zixi, listen to me!" She moved forward, looking at her face buried between her knees, "I went to school today, and they are very worried about you. Go back tomorrow, you You can ask the class teacher for a replay of the two days of class. How about it? Experience the feeling of a transparent person watching the class?"

Han Zixi's eyes broke her heart.

"...I'm afraid."

"Nothing to be afraid of."

"My head is so dizzy and it's starting to hurt. I don't feel much here, but in that place... I definitely can't stay."

She groaned in her heart.

"Please don't think too much," Shen Xuan said softly, "Go down tonight, take a hot bath and go to bed. If you can't fall asleep, you can sleep in your PPS, and let that AI create an assistant for you." Sleeping place. I checked, and generally have this function.

"Stop the rain." She raised her voice.

The heavy rain was unmoved.Han Zixi raised his head from between his knees: "Do as she says."

The rain stopped immediately, as fast as a collective evaporation.A gap was opened in the cloud above the head, and Komori's voice seemed to pass through the gap: "I think the master should reserve a place to vent his emotions."

"It's not to keep her a cellar for brewing sadness." Shen Xuan immediately retorted.The golden sunlight slanted down from the gap, just across Han Zixi's face, making her squint her eyes.Under the sun, she was as pale as a plant that hadn't seen the sun for a long time.Shen Xuan stared at her steadfastly until she finally opened her eyes.

"Go offline." She raised her hand to wipe off the remaining rain on Han Zixi's face, "I'll see you in the city park at seven tomorrow morning."

Sunday, March 2072, 11

Han Zixi

Han Zixi's silent and gloomy vision finally rejuvenated after seeing his father Han Shan again.Like lightning splitting the chaotic rain curtain.

On Saturday night, she agreed to Shen Xuan's invitation to study in the library at [-] o'clock on Sunday, and Shen Xuan also said that she would bring the replay of the class to watch together.Han Zixi went online in the park, blinked at Chaoyang in bewilderment, and began to walk slowly along the gravel road to the gate, every step was like stepping on a suspension bridge.Today she went online for half an hour on purpose in the morning, so that she could walk to the library alone, instead of doing the damn scene change with Shen Xuan.

She stood for a while at the gate of the city park.Many people are appearing, and more people are disappearing. The flowery avenue in front of the park is full of sunshine, so countless human figures flicker in the spring light of winter, one after another.The names above their heads were intertwined into a mess.

It was from this piece of garbled characters that she distinguished "Han Shan".

Han Zixi felt her heart stopped beating, and something sank from her throat, hurting her chest.She saw the figure with the "Hanshan" on it coming out of the crowd, walking along the side of the avenue with its back to her.He was wearing the bright blue short-sleeves she was most familiar with, which was brightly illuminated by the sunlight behind him.

Hesitating for just a second, she avoided the crowd and frantically pursued.As she ran, she reached out, outstretched her hand -- and touched his warm shoulder.

Han Shan stopped and turned his head, looking at his daughter with an unexpectedly gentle face; as if nothing had happened.

"Zixi, what's wrong?"

She bent down in front of his eyes and panted heavily, tears all over her face.Her father's bruised face, the VR equipment put into the cabinet, and the pale photo on the urn flashed before her eyes, thinking that this is really not real, really not real.

"dad,……"

"Ok?"

She cried harder: "I thought you were dead."

"Ah, I am indeed dead." Han Shan's voice was as light as a feather, and it fell on Han Zixi's heart as heavy as a thousand weights.Her chest hurt even more, and she heard a loud rustling in her head, as if all the gullies were painfully rubbing against each other.

"But you... look, you're still here..."

"After the main body disappears, I am a memory stored in memory." He replied stiffly, as if reciting instructions, "I can flash in the world without rules, because my data is still stored in the memory of the host, and my flash is The result of automatic memory dredging and sorting; but I can no longer enrich my life.

"You can also call me a dungeon! You are very lucky to see me." His smile was like the sun on the summer solstice, sinking into endless sorrow for a moment, "Oh, I am very sad, Zixi."

She found that she was afraid to look at her father's face.

"I'm even more sad! I really..." she shouted, "My mother said she hasn't persuaded you to get a transplant in recent years, but you had more than one fight over this when you first got married. Now you can tell Me? Why? Why?"

Finally she came close to screaming.Han Shan pulled her to sit on the curb. The last time she did this was by the street of Yuanshijie.

"You have to believe it first, your dad is a lunatic." He said slowly.

"Most people in the world are born healthy, and there is no need to worry about their own lives. As for me, I was doomed to live on the tip of a knife since I was born. Zixi, my heart attack is irregular, sometimes several times a week , sometimes it's good for a few months, I don't know how strong mood swings can trigger it, and I can't be dead forever. I told you before, when I was young, I thought about philosophy and wrote poems... ...I'm not kidding you. You know, people who have been on the verge of death are more likely to think philosophy than others. Think deeply and you may become crazy.

"One of the results of my thinking is that the transformation of science and technology on us humans is becoming more and more obvious. As for me, I was originally destined to be eliminated by natural selection, but technology can replace me with a good heart... …But I have searched through the materials in recent years, and most of those who have undergone surgery have changed. Alas, your mother always said that you can’t save your life and don’t care about those things, but your father can’t do anything else. Love No.1, I just hate the transformation of technology, and I don't want to change my personality and habits to get used to those things." A wicked smile flashed across his wrinkled face.This smile was unfamiliar to Han Zixi—it was only then that she began to believe what Han Shan had said before... He was also a bookish and outstanding young man.

"Do you remember what I said to you the other day? You know the season? You guessed it right. I also hate this crazy online world. I feel like it is the same as heart surgery. It seems to be endlessly beneficial, but it is actually transforming human beings." It's different. If the sensory stimulation is real, people should just keep their brains. Human beings are intoxicated in the virtual world, and there is no progress. The last page of the history of science stops at the popularization of VR technology, what kind of alien immigration Ah, interstellar voyage, to hell with it all, haha!"

Han Zixi recalled the nightmare of the night of the press conference, and his whole body trembled.Shen Xuan's message popped up in the upper right corner of her field of vision, but she ignored her message bubble for the first time in her life.

"Dad," her eyes turned black with shock, "I don't care if you are crazy or not, but the online world has killed you. I hate it too, I hate it too much. I don't want to live like this."

"You have to live like this. It's something you can't help, you can't live without it."

This is the answer you told me? "But I can..."

She choked.Silence is like a pool of black water.

"Let me go now." Han Shan patted her head, "I belong to the host data flow, I can't stay here forever... I hope you can meet me next time!"