once in love

There was a newspaper and a cup of coffee quietly on the table. The musician glanced at the newspaper on the table casually, and saw that the cover was a big photo of his friend.He curled his lips and smiled, good boy, it's on the headlines of the newspaper again.

There was a snowflake in the TV, which made a harsh squeak—the musician adjusted the TV antenna, and the picture slowly appeared on the TV.

"The mad scientist committed suicide in the apartment early yesterday morning. The cause of death is currently under investigation. Please refer to the report for details." The news from the TV made the musician stop switching channels.

The scientist was his friend, and also his only friend. He committed suicide inexplicably, like a bolt from the blue hitting the musician's head.He looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and when he opened the front page of the newspaper, there was a big headline, and the news content was all about the suicide of a scientist.

"This morning, the scientist's body was found by neighbors in the apartment. The police guessed that the time of death was 23 o'clock yesterday," 23 o'clock?They had just hung up the phone at that time. "The cause of death is still unclear. The scientist just held his last press conference the day before yesterday. During the conference, he also revealed his intention to commit suicide. Please see the video of the press conference below."

Then the screen was cut to the press conference by the director, the scientist was holding the manuscript, next to his new invention, covered with a red curtain, "Dear friends! This may be the last time I appear in front of you, and this is also my The last work," said the scientist and pointed to the box next to him, and all the cameras focused on the mysterious box.

The scientist lifted the curtain, the box was empty, and he had hurried away with his speech.

Crack, the TV screen suddenly turned into a snowflake, the musician picked up the newspaper on the table and threw it at the TV, the antenna on the TV was hit and fell off, the musician didn't have time to take care of it, he buried himself hard in the sofa, his hands were angry Inserting it into the messy hair, frowning tightly, the sore nose stimulated the lacrimal gland, and tears were about to burst out of the eyes.

He took a few deep breaths, and then tried his best to hold his breath, his head was full of buzzing tinnitus, his whole body was weak, and then his body went limp and he fell down on the sofa.

The scientist who committed suicide on TV is his friend, the only close friend, the only friend who cares about him, and the weird musician also has a weird friend, even more than a friend.The two of them are like two extremes, one listens and the other tells, this may be the biggest advantage of their combination.

Suddenly, a hasty knock on the door interrupted the musician's thoughts, and when he opened the door, a strange man stood at the door, carrying a large suitcase, wiped the sweat from his head, wiped his pants and said, "Sir, This is your friend who entrusted me to send it from another state, as well as the letter he wrote to you, if there is no problem, I will leave, please tell him that I... sent..."

As he said that, the man raised his head and saw that standing in front of him was actually a famous violinist who was reported on TV all day long, and suddenly lost his position, "Oh my god, it's you, sir! This, this is your box, really It is my honor! Let me help you carry it in!"

It was a huge box. After the man left, the musician looked at the box, and easily opened it with a sharp Swiss army knife. It turned out to be—a person!

He looked at the box and sealed it again, opened a small corner and took a look, then closed it immediately.He seems to have a clue, maybe this is his friend's new invention!

Lifting the man out, the musician opened the letter from the scientist from the inside, tore it up after a quick glance, and he became more convinced of his thoughts, but what was lying on his bed was not a man, but a machine.

Back in the room, the self-provided power supply of the robot has been turned on, and he sat on the bed and looked at himself, "Good morning." The musician immediately avoided his greeting, and was full of fear for the inexplicably extra machine at home.

The fidgeting musician suddenly got up, picked up the phone and dialed a number, the phone rang a few times and suddenly clicked, "Hi! My friend is really you! I wonder if you received my gift? Do you like it?! Ah Haha, they must think I fooled the whole world, but don't tell others that I gave this invention to you!"

There was a message from the scientist on the phone, joking, as if there was a real person on the other end of the phone.

"That's a brand-new intelligent robot. I haven't named it yet. You can call it whatever you want. I will inject programs into him, teach him to speak, teach him to act, and teach him to behave like a human. But you have to take good care of him. He is very fragile. Very simple! Although he has no life, no heart, and can only live by the battery in his body, his lifespan is limited! ”

"My friend, he doesn't have a spare battery, so cherish it."

"I'm sorry, I seem to have to take a step first, I feel out of place in this world, and being a lunatic is also exhausting, I love you friend, farewell!"

After finishing speaking, there was a click, and there was an endless busy tone from the other end of the phone. The musician put down the phone, sat on the sofa and stared at the robot, and then fell back heavily.The robot smiled and looked at the musician, blinked and stood up suddenly, moved its neck, and walked out of the room stiffly.

"Good morning."

The withdrawn musician stared at the robot in front of him without avoiding it, as if looking at a monster, then got up and walked to the room. The robot followed behind him, but when he heard the door being closed heavily, the robot was blocked from the door.

Still smiling, he knocked on the door and asked, "Are you okay?" The people in the room didn't answer, and silence was his best weapon.

The musician locked himself in the room for the whole afternoon and continued his creation. The robot was full of curiosity about this new world, and wandered around, but dared not approach the locked room. With embarrassment, he retracted his hand.

The robot straightened up and sat on the sofa, and the big box opposite the sofa didn't know how to fiddle with it, as if it would produce images.From time to time, a piece of violin music came out of the room, sometimes it was soothing, and sometimes the musician was furious, and he plucked a few times on the strings in a self-defeating way.

It was almost dark when the musician came out of the room with a pencil behind his ear, his hair was messed up, his shirt was unbuttoned by the first two buttons, and his trousers were rolled up at different heights, exactly like the gentleman on TV. It's like two different people.

The musician standing barefoot on the ground was surprised to find that there was a sumptuous dinner on the table. The robot tied an apron and looked at the disheveled musician with a smile, "Dinner is ready."

Even though the robot with the appearance of a human skin still spoke in a cold, machine-like way, the musician frowned and sat at the dining table with a dissatisfied expression.The robot sat next to him with a smile on his cheek, and the musician put the food into his mouth in embarrassment, avoiding the other's gaze while eating.

The musician put down the knife and fork, and suddenly said, "You don't want to eat?"

"I only consume my own power." The robot still maintained a smiling expression, watching the handsome musician in front of him eating the meal he cooked with admiration.

The musician put the rice into his mouth one bite at a time. The two were silent in a terrifying silence. He seemed to be staring at him uncomfortable, and suddenly put down the knife and fork, "I'm done eating."

The author has something to say: Ladies and gentlemen, bosses, a new hole has been opened, but don’t worry, there is definitely enough stock, and it will be a short and medium story that will be updated every week. If you are satisfied or dissatisfied, please leave a message Alright~ I hope you forgive me if there are any thunder points, this essay is just for entertainment!