Little Robot on the Run

Red roses in a glass shade.

Nan'an stuck his head out from under the quilt.

At this time, his little face was still flushed, and his hair was curled up a lot by the rubbing just now. Just like this, he widened his eyes, pulled the corner of the quilt, and stared at the culprit with great resentment——

Charger.

This is different from what was used before.

But no matter what, Nan'an didn't dare to use it anymore, he was afraid of accidents.

Even though it seems that it has already caused such a little impact—for example, he is wrapped in a quilt now, and there is a rattling sound from outside the door, but he has no strength to open his own door.

He was exhausted by the nasty charger, limp as if on a cloud, even though he thought it might make Lin Ze suspicious, he still couldn't get up.

So Nan'an continued to grab the quilt, and continued to complain about the charger.

Just then, he heard footsteps, very lightly.

Even though the surroundings were still silent and the other party didn't speak, Nan An still said, "I'm going to sleep."

After the voice fell, there was still silence, and the footsteps sounded again.

Nan'an poked his head out quietly, and he saw the light coming in through the crack of the door. Lin Ze was still busy, using the communicator to communicate with others, and it was melted in the sound of rain outside the window.

Nan An fell into a deep sleep.

The light outside the window is flowing, and the faint blue-red is projected on the ceiling, like a flowing river, and then slowly spread... So there is a purple galaxy in Nan'an's dream.

Under the stars all over the sky, he floated up again, just like the previous dream.

In the morning, Nan'an was woken up by the sound of the housekeeping robot.

He rubbed his eyes, he was still a little dazed when he got up, and saw Lin Ze style breakfast, whole wheat bread, and milk on the table where the cake was placed.

Still so familiar.

Nan'an still doesn't like to eat.

But this time, when he sat down, he suddenly felt a little stunned.

Obviously, we ate omurice together yesterday.

But for some reason, he suddenly missed this human scientist.

From this point of view... Maybe Lin Ze became his good friend, just like Ellie and Biddle.However, it seems that this reason is not complete.

So Nan'an continued to think.

In the end he came to the conclusion that the omurice needed to be redone.

Soup-style omelet rice is not equal to Nanan-style omelet rice.

Nan An, who came to the conclusion, nodded with satisfaction, and silently wrote a note in his small notebook, hoping that this big villain can eat omelet rice normally.

This time, he must keep the chili sauce far away.

After dinner, Nan An went to school.

The sky seemed a little more gloomy than before.

There are two fairy tale books in his backpack, one is "The Little Prince" and the other is "Letter from Christmas Father". deep attraction.

Especially the book The Little Prince, at the end, Nan An really wanted a little rose.

Around the corner from the school, the shop's radio was still playing.

"The following is today's alienation location, residents please arrange travel reasonably..."

Nan'an feels that he is used to this kind of broadcast, because the alienation of chips has reached a high level in the past few days, and there are alienation incidents in new places almost every day, and there is finally a little change in high-rise buildings. In the past, people came and went, but now they use vehicles instead of walking.

So Nan'an saw low-flying vehicles, fully loaded multi-storey buses, and sports cars—and the streets were much empty compared to before.

Such a broadcast was not considered panic for Nan An, but when he arrived at the school, bumped into a researcher who worked with him before, and saw the anxious expression of the other party, Nan An felt that the current situation might be more serious than he imagined.

Nan An: "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Nan." The researcher hurriedly said, "During a routine screening, a cub was found to have a potential risk of alienation."

Nan An was slightly stunned: "Where is it now?"

"We have put him alone in the music classroom." The researcher replied.

"Did Dr. Lin be notified?"

The researcher nodded: "Notified, but..."

He paused for a few seconds without saying anything, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Nan An nodded, and followed Lin Ze to the classroom with the researcher.

Because of the need for the previous screening, all the musical instruments such as the harmonica and guitar in the classroom were emptied, including the music posters, all of which were taken off, revealing the pure white and cold walls.

The cubs suspected of mechanical alienation sat inside.

Nan'an looked at him through the window, and saw that he looked calm and not very fussy.

There was a wound on one shoulder.

So Nan An secretly speculated that it might be the cause of the wound. He got up from the window and asked, "Is it the cause of the injury?"

"It's not clear yet." The researcher shook his head, "We have to wait for Dr. Lin—"

Before the words fell, a cold voice sounded.

"Reporting of signs is required, as well as data from initial screening."

Nan'an and the researcher followed the prestige at the same time.

Seeing Lin Ze coming from the corridor on the other side, his expression was still calm, but when Nan An met those silver eyes, he suddenly felt a little different.

It seems, something happened.

Nan An didn't know what it was, but from the look on his face just now, it must be related to this cub.

"When did you find out?" Lin Ze said as he put on his gloves and entered.

The researcher followed in: "Just this morning."

After a pause for a few seconds, he added: "Something went wrong during breakfast, I kept mumbling about something, and then threw all the porridge and pastries on the ground..."

The researcher described, and Lin Ze just listened with a blank expression while checking: "Congenital implanted mechanical right limb, chip number CTM2379, left mechanical thumb, numbered ERT234, no advanced brain implant, no intermediate, preliminary The response is normal."

Hearing these words, Nan An asked for a pair of gloves, and walked in.

At this time, the cub seemed to have a little emotional fluctuation, like an emergency response after being checked by Lin Ze. He tried to get up from the chair several times, but was fixed by the electronic monitoring belt tied to his body, unable to move.

For a moment, the classroom was filled with the sound of clashing chair corners.

Lin Ze glanced at it.

Immediately afterwards, he dialed the communicator to communicate with Ellie about the future.

As if he didn't hear it, or that he had more urgent things to do than comfort the cub.

So the researcher tried to appease.

They brought fairy tale books, small airplanes, and dolls from other classrooms.

But all failed.

The cub growled.

It was like a fusion of machinery and children's voices. Nan'an had heard it from Alina before, and heard the cubs calling his name in this voice in the monitoring room.

Just when the researcher couldn't solve it, Nan'an said softly: "I can try."

The whole classroom fell silent in an instant.

Only the low roar of the cub.

Seeing Lin Ze's gaze sweeping over, Nan'an walked forward calmly, then knelt down in front of the cub, and said softly, "Good morning."

The cub's round eyes stared at Nan'an.

Nan An didn't care. He looked at the cub and asked, "What's your name?"

The cub still didn't answer.

So Nan An opened his eyes slightly, the fundus of his eyes were pure and clear, as if he was waiting for an answer.

Time passed by minute by minute.

When everyone thought there was no hope and started to get busy with work, a hoarse but immature voice sounded: "Weiss."

The researchers present were all taken aback, and turned to look at Nan'an.

I saw that the young man's expression was still calm, and he even showed a look that was completely out of his age. It seemed that there was such an indescribable purity in comforting the cub.

"Wes." Nan'an said, "Let me read you a storybook, okay?"

The cub responded in a low voice.

So Nan An took out the little prince from his backpack, moved a small chair and sat on the side, and began to read aloud intently.

Amidst the sound of reading aloud, the cubs slowly quieted down, and the researchers also had time to proceed to the next step.

The researcher asked: "What should I do now?"

Lin Ze: "Transfer."

The researcher was troubled when he heard that: "Vehicle deployment takes time."

"Nearest." Lin Ze said, "Transfer to the hospital first. His shoulder injury needs to be determined whether it is caused by the mechanical arm."

Listening to their conversation, Nan An secretly sorted out his thoughts while reading aloud.

It seems that the infection of the current chip has not yet been found out which faction caused it. It is unknown whether it is Elina and the others, or his Kepler base.

But one thing is certain, the cyborgs are contagious, and since the appearance of Alina, the cyborgs have begun to infect humans, and the number is still expanding.

So, as a bionic robot, will he be contagious?

Regarding this point, Nan'an is not clear.

So much so that when he got in the car, he subconsciously took a seat away from Lin Ze, and then saw him frown obviously.

Nan An didn't understand why.

So just hold the little prince's book tightly and look at him with blinking eyes.

It wasn't until the group of them arrived and got out of the car that Nan An realized it.

"Jill's hospital?" he asked.

Lin Ze nodded and handed the umbrella: "The designated hospital of the research institute, all injured researchers will also be treated here."

"Oh……"

Nan'an responded.

In fact, before, after visiting Jill that time, Lin Ze would mention his situation intentionally or unintentionally.

Although they were all at work, Nan'an was quite relieved to hear that his condition was stable.

It's just that you can't wake up, including the mutation of the mechanical arm, which is also irreversible.

However, Nan'an still has a little hope.

Maybe when Jill wakes up one day, he can not only take himself to eat sweet potatoes, but also call Lin Ze beside him.

After all, they were already friends.

Thinking of this, Nan An asked in a low voice, "Can I visit Jill?"

Lin Ze just ended the communication at this time, and the vehicle carrying the cub will take about 10 minutes to arrive.He looked at the young man in front of him, nodded for a while, "Yes."

Nan'an got permission.

Holding Lin Ze's umbrella, he went to the flower shop next to the hospital.

This is a small flower shop, and there are two robots standing at the entrance, watering.

Nan'an picked out a small bouquet of lilies.

It was still Lin Ze who paid by swiping his card.

When going out with Lily in her arms, Nan An suddenly asked, "Are there no roses?"

"Huh?" The clerk seemed to have no reaction, and repeated after a few seconds, "You mean roses?"

Nan'an nodded obediently.

"The rose was designated as a rare secondary plant two days ago." The clerk said apologetically, "Including all the flower seeds, all places in the rose area should be gone, but there is still a little stock, maybe a few Branch, I don't know where it is now..."

Nan'an was a little disappointed when he heard this: "This way..."

He also wanted to see those roses.

How should I put it, Nan'an thinks it is the color of raging fire, a symbol of hope, and there are roses in the little prince, and there is also a rose garden.

But he hadn't even seen roses much now.

It seems that there is no chance to have it in the future.

Thinking of this, Nan An became disappointed and lowered his head.

He hugged the lily quietly and followed Lin Ze upstairs.

A dense white mist rose outside the window. Before reaching Jill's ward, he suddenly said, "I'll go to Wes's first."

Nan'an: "OK."

Jill's ward was still the same one, and it wasn't visiting time when Nan'an passed by, so he stayed in the lounge beside her for a while.

He is holding this bouquet of lilies, which has a fresh floral fragrance, which seems to reduce the pungent smell of disinfectant.

Time seems to have passed for a long time.

The researcher still didn't let Nan'an visit, they came in and out with very serious expressions.

Seeing this, Nan'an immediately had a bad feeling.

He didn't put Lily down, but asked one of the researchers: "Excuse me... what happened?"

The researcher was unhappy at first because he was disturbed, but seeing that it was Nan An, he said, "His condition suddenly deteriorated."

"Jill?" Nan'an asked.

The researcher nodded: "It seems that he got some kind of fluctuation, his mechanical arm is now stretching uncontrollably."

Nan'an opened his eyes uncontrollably.

"Will it be dangerous?"

"Not sure yet," said the researcher. "We're working on it."

Nan'an's eyes turned red instantly.

He subconsciously wanted to use the communicator to find Lin Ze, but the next second, he dismissed the idea.

Lin Ze looked too busy.

And to him, Jill is just one of hundreds of infected cases, which is different from his feelings for Jill.

So Nan'an had no choice but to hold Lily, walked a few steps to Jill's ward, and leaned on one side to watch the researcher push the ambulance back and forth.

Similarly, Nan An didn't dare to look at Jill who was lying on the bed without a mind, and he didn't dare to ask the researcher any more—at the end, amidst the sound of the mechanical arm being removed and Jill's roar, he suddenly had a moment idea.

Can it get better?

Nan'an is not a human being. He doesn't understand the current technological contradictions and what human beings are struggling with in this era. They seem to be stuck in a swamp, an abyss of dependence but out of control.

In the more than a month since he came to Earth, he has seen too many scenes of despair and helplessness.

This made Nan An feel uncomfortable.

He wiped his eye sockets with his hands, trying to wipe away the tears, but they still kept falling out, so he had to bury his head behind the lily, and sobbed softly for a while.

At this moment, I heard someone from the side ask: "Hi, is this Teacher Nan'an?"

Nan An was slightly startled, and turned to look at him.

In front of him is a courier, holding a handbag.

Nan'an responded: "What's the matter?"

"There is an anonymous package sent by the research institute." The courier handed him the bag, "Here you are."

Nan'an took the package.

At this time, the rain and fog outside the window were getting thicker, and the sky was gloomy with no bright colors, which seemed to herald a quietly beginning catastrophe of the times.

But Nan'an couldn't care less about these.

He anxiously put Lily down, and then directly opened the package in front of the courier——

A single red rose in a glass shade.

In this era that is not suitable for its growth, it blooms to its heart's content, willful and brilliant.

The author says:

It is a supplement to the previous update.

"Letter from Santa Claus" is a small personal setting, Tolkien's, and every picture is very beautiful.