Are you human?

There was a slight movement at the door, and when Fu Lianyu got up quickly to open the door, there was only the teapot and a single tea cup dangling on the tray, and the whole house fell into silence again.

—— Cong Cong is avoiding him again.

The little guy didn't seem to have a stress response to emergencies. Whether it was in the temple or now, he started to hide from him as soon as something happened, until the next opportunity for them to talk again.

He stiffly poured the tea into his mouth, he didn't need to drink the restorative, this tea was left by his mother, but now he didn't taste the familiar tea fragrance, but felt rather astringent.

He was sitting in the room, calculating various data automatically, and constantly trying to break through the firewall of the host computer, but his mind was not on it, but on the window sill on the second floor.

In fact, it took him a long time to reorganize the memory of "parents", let alone separate the concept of "mother" from the robot leader who attacked from outside. The sudden nostalgia and long-rooted hatred of the words were mixed together, which almost burst his head.

But when he sorted out all this, he found that what remained after this reaction was an indescribable sense of loss.

His mother jumped from the window in front of him on a sunny afternoon and died on the spot.

This memory was buried so deep that his brain added some strange things to it without authorization.

——For example, the scenes in the memory are all black and white except for blue. The woman has long hair like a waterfall and sits on the edge of the bed with lowered eyes, as if she is crying or reading some book. He stands silently by the door, Trying to understand the overwhelming sadness in the atmosphere, but when he tried to call "Mom", a blue butterfly had already appeared by the window.

Yes, that gentle, always smiling woman turned into a butterfly and flew away in front of his eyes one day.

He had a hysterical breakdown towards his father, but the other party's reaction was calmer than he imagined. He packed up his mother's body, hugged him and said over and over again, "Mom will be back", then left home to work in the city, and then Never came back.

It was raining heavily on the day my father left. Holding a black umbrella, he walked in the water curtain, got into a black car, and drove a long way in an instant.

He ran forward through the mud, yelling "Daddy, Daddy," but the car never stopped, and he couldn't even look at his father again under the dark glass.

This dreamlike home in the mountains fell apart overnight, and he almost became an orphan. Except for the living expenses sent back regularly and the robot in the room, no one cared about his life or death.

He used to sit on the window on the second floor, looking forward to his father's figure appearing at the end of the road every day, but he didn't, so he locked the window and locked all his innocent thoughts about this world.

As the son of a mechanical engineer and a biologist, he was born with unique insights into these fields, so he read all the books and manuscripts left by his parents. During that time, the environment in the mountains gradually became harsher. Originally, the rich people who lived here wanted to stay away from the poor environment. After finding out that this place was no longer a pure land, they continued to move to a better environment.

But he didn't want to leave their home. There were fewer and fewer residents around him, and finally there was only one wooden house standing alone. He also became more indifferent and withdrawn, occasionally talking to robots, and most of them The time is spent alone tinkering with various machines and experiments.

During that time, there was a period of extremely cold weather, the wind and snow were so heavy that the door could not be opened, all the energy in the house was concentrated in his room, but it was still not enough, the temperature gradually dropped, he sat on the single sofa Here, you can see the white mist with just a breath, and looking at the robot standing in the corner, you suddenly have a feeling of "it's almost there, that's it".

He hadn't charged the robot for a long time, his delicate face was covered with gray, and the hair that was a little upturned was also withered. Plugged in.

Those eyes opened quickly, showing a standard smile to it, and said mechanically: "Hello, Mr. Fu Lianyu, today's temperature is minus twelve degrees, I suggest you allocate energy for heating reasonably..."

He patted the robot's head lightly, just like his father patted him on the head, sat down on the sofa, and sank into it: "Is there any wine at home? I remember I should have hidden some."

But the robot seemed not to hear him, and continued to talk to itself: "...Your to-do list today is to go to the city center to register for memory transfer surgery, and a helicopter will pick you up in half an hour, please get ready .”

"...I have not entered this information."

"This is entered by your father."

"Oh, he's still alive."

"Ahem, ah, ah, test, test," the robot's mouth stopped moving, and a man's voice came out of its body, which sounded very weird, "Son, can you hear me, it's me, you Dad, haha, our experiment is finally completed. I have obtained the first batch of qualifications for you to become cyborgs. You can choose to abandon your original body and memory, and then start a new life as cyborgs, or you can save them as Commemorative, but I believe you will definitely like the great invention of memory transplantation, and human beings will be able to achieve immortality from now on."

Fu Lianyu touched the switch on the robot, but no matter how hard he tried, the man's voice couldn't be lowered. He pushed the robot away irritably, and he couldn't bear to punch the robot's face.

"...Also, about your mother, I—I'm really sorry, I know it's useless to talk to you, but—" There was a rustling sound from inside, and the voice sounded low again Get up, "If you really can't get out, you might as well forget it. I'm sorry, son, Mom and Dad love you, goodbye."

This passage started abruptly and ended hastily. Before he could figure out the ins and outs, the man's voice disappeared, and the room was eerily quiet. He sat on the bed for as long as a century, until the room shook, and he Just grabbed a photo and walked to the rooftop.

Fu Lianyu looked at the peach blossom branches outside the window, reached into his pocket, and found the crumpled photo.

In the photo, he is holding the robot he made, standing happily on the stool, his mother applauds him with a smile, and his father puts his hand on his shoulder.

This is because he made an agreement with his parents to keep this robot for one night, and he would never do such stupid things again. At that time, he still felt that his parents were happy that he could make a robot by himself. Still in bandages, and his father's attention was not on him.

Only he hugged the robot, moved himself and enjoyed the false sense of satisfaction.

Maybe his parents discovered the unique attraction of this face at that time?

Fu Lianyu put the photo back into his pocket with a smile, and a new reminder appeared on the screen. It was not his original intention to retrieve this memory, and he had to focus on the work at hand.

Also ignore the warning that appears in the master.

After making sure that Mr. Cong brought the afternoon tea in, Congcong secretly climbed down the stairs without making a sound, then ran all the way to the study, took out the letter, and flipped it out through the window.

The husband didn't like to read this letter, and he didn't know if it was too many words or for other reasons, but he found that the person who wrote this letter knew this generation very well. He not only dug out the tunnel of the house according to what he said, but also It also records how to crack the glass cover outside.

In fact, he has been doing it for a long time. Most of the time, he planted flowers and plants as a cover-up, because he knew that his husband would visit him in the room on the second floor, so he put some soothing things in the afternoon tea, and then I ran to the other side of the wooden house to tinker with the glass cover.

He actually tried to dig a hole at the edge, but he burned his small shovel the first time he dug, and he was too scared to mess around for days, and it took him a long time to calm down .

Robots never give up, robots will eventually defeat humans!

Congcong found the sub-controller outside the house, and according to the instructions above, typed in the commands one by one, for a short time to go outside for a lap, or drive the December rabbit out for a lap, and then today, he After typing a certain strange code, a gap was opened in the glass cover.

He wasn't quite sure if this was a trick set up by his husband to hide his eyes, so he squatted under the tree for a while to make sure that his husband didn't have time to pay attention to him now, and threw a lot of things into the gap, and sacrificed a small shovel. After several trials, they found that they all passed smoothly, so they climbed out.

As soon as he touched the ground outside, Congcong realized that something was wrong. The ground outside was very different from the one inside. Inside the glass enclosure, most of the ground was covered with thorny grass. At first, he was not used to it. Running barefoot on it, I even made a piece of grass-free soft mud for myself.

And the ground outside was dry and cracked, and no living things could be seen at a glance, and it was terribly barren.

Sure enough, this world is no longer suitable for people to live in. Mr. must have spent a lot of effort to create such a paradise.

Congcong regretted that he had opened the glass cover, but the temptation outside was too great. He hugged the shovel and the December rabbit in his arms, and walked forward with trembling legs. The ground felt a bit strangely rough.

It looks like something is buried in the ground.

He reckoned that it would be dark now, but there was no concept of time outside, and when the glass cover was still on, he was about to turn on the overhead searchlight here, but after weighing for a long time whether to go back or dig the ground , Congcong still didn't resist his own instinct, just lifted his precious shovel.

The ground was very thin, and he quickly dug up something buried in the ground. It was a glass product. When the iron shovel touched it, there was a clanging sound.

Congcong squatted down, patted the soil on it, and screamed after seeing clearly what was inside.

Buried below is the same freezer compartment as the body used by Mr., but there are more bodies. Judging from the piece he dug, they are stacked so densely that they cannot be counted.

Congcong sat down on the ground, staring at the place where he came from, the husband was already standing there with a dark face.

"It's over, December Rabbit, sir, sir may be a frozen maniac."