[Light Cut] Dwelling Skin

Onikiri had a dream. In the dream, the sun was shining brightly, the fluffy dandelions were blown by the breeze, and tiny seeds were floating in the air. He was lying on the grass by the river, and a Pomeranian without a leash was running up and down the slope. Go, people come and go on the embankment, everyone is in a hurry, no one is willing to stop, and above their heads is the blue and clear sky.

"With such fine weather, why can't they stop and look at the beautiful scenery by the river?" he said.

"They think they are important," said Minamoto Raimitsu, who was lying on his back like Onikiri, with his hair spread out in a mess, and said lazily, "Thinking that as long as they work hard enough, they can make themselves different. The vast majority of people are mediocre, and they always dream that they will be the exception."

"What about us?" he said, "do you think we'll end up getting nothing done?"

"We can change the world."

Minamoto is right, once, he was so ambitious, self-righteous, and brilliant: at 28, he had already created something that shook the world, before Worthwhile time: At that time he met Onikiri, and they devoted themselves to the research of the fledgling artificial human with enthusiasm. Che always believed in him firmly and never left him.They used to live in a small house with a beautiful garden, and every day they would sleep in the same bed and wake up in the same bed, singing together, playing instruments, playing with Minamoto's collection of antiques, whether in The winter day with the goose feathers and heavy snow is still the hot summer day; they once thought that such a good time could last forever.

"Onikiri" died in the first month after the end of the war, also eight months after the famous air raid, when the lingering fine dust in the air entered his lungs and blood.

One autumn afternoon, Onikiri was lying on a hospital bed, silently enduring the groans and stench of wounded patients in the ward, and suddenly told Minamoto Raimitsu that he wanted to go home.

Regardless of the nurse's obstruction, Minamoto carried him out of the hospital and put him gently on the bed. He asked him to open the bedroom window and stare at a cluster of white hibiscus outside the window with his gray pupils. Beside him, hold his hand tightly until he squirmed his lips and said softly:

"The flowers will thank you."

Onikiri died, just like a white hibiscus falling from a branch, Minamoto Yorimitsu's vision for the future is only half left.

The surviving Sim woke up again and again from similar dreams with chest pains, as if these things had actually happened to him.

Back to reality, the real "Onikiri" does not exist: he is a gray population of this city with a recorded criminal record and no legitimate civil rights. As long as he is found, he can be disposed of like garbage at any time.

He knew that he should feel disgusted by these memories that belonged to others, but when he saw the whole picture of Minamoto's past life, he felt more than that.

When he opened his eyes, Onikiri found himself lying on an old sofa, his back sank heavily into the lost elasticity of the sofa cushions. He looked around and soon became convinced that he was in Minamoto's basement.

The most eye-catching change in the entire room is the picture frame over the fireplace.

The young man in the photo is standing by the flower bed, bending over, trimming the blooming hydrangea with a pair of small scissors. The sun shines on the curled and overlapping petals, showing mild and bright mouse gray and grape purple, just like a small piece of hydrangea. wave.

Onikiri remembered this scene, this was Minamoto's sunny house facing the street before the war.

"You finally woke up. It seems that your physique is more sensitive to this drug."

Minamoto Raimitsu appeared from the stairs, holding a plate in his hand. The moment he saw Minamoto Raimitsu, he jumped up with the quickest movement, grabbed an ashtray and threw it at him; but his strength was not yet After recovering, he fell to the ground before hitting the target. With a thud, it turned around. Yuan Laiguang continued to walk towards him, with his usual expression on his face, as if nothing had happened.

He walked up to Onikiri, put the plate on the wooden tabletop, examined Onikiri, and Onikiri noticed that his knee was wrapped in a thick bandage.

"how do you feel?"

"Can you untie the handcuffs?" Onikiri said holding his breath.

"No." Minamoto said cordially, "Your current situation is not stable enough, and I can't let you move around at will."

He dug out a record from somewhere, put it on the phonograph, turned to Onikiri again, followed the rotation of the stylus, and hummed softly with his breath.Minamoto Raikou seemed in a good mood.

"What the hell do you want?" Onikiri said.

"Protect you from those who hunt you."

"Even a child wouldn't believe that excuse."

"Human progress is always built on the corpses of countless animals and patients," he said slowly, "Before you, the world was still standing still on the theory of a new type of intelligent labor force. I need a suitable and willing person as a genetic blueprint ...Without a perfect experimental product like you, the simulation industry would not have achieved its current success."

"Your experimental product is not perfect," Onikichi sneered suddenly, "Qualified humanoids are docile and obedient, and will not attack their masters. You are confident and bold, thinking that you have tamed a dog, but in the end you were bitten and bruised everywhere .”

Minamoto looked at him with compassionate eyes.

"I've been trying to protect you. Simulators with design flaws will be sent to the control center for humane treatment. Why do you think you didn't die from a broken cervical spine like the little white mouse after the experiment? That's because I tried my best to Mind helps you rebuild your identity, instills programmed memories, and allows you to enjoy a normal life."

"So you really have been lying to me all this time."

"Yes." Minamoto Raimitsu agreed, "But, it's to protect you."

Onikiri looked around, he had spent countless nights here - but never before like this moment, realized that he was in the underground, isolated from the world, surrounded by walls and ceilings.He turned to Minamoto; Minamoto's face looked so pale and eerily handsome in the soft, soothing song.

"I don't like being here," Onikiri told him.

"For your safety, there will inevitably be unpleasant sacrifices."

"I don't have much time to live." Onikiri said, "You can find a toy with a longer lifespan."

"I know." Minamoto Raimitsu agreed, "So I will let you stay here and cherish every remaining day with you."

He bent down, kissed Onikiri's forehead, and said:

"The outside world is very dangerous, baby, staying by my side is the safest."

Onikiri felt hopeless.

Minamoto Raimitsu soon kept his "promise" and released Onikiri from the handcuffs, allowing him to move freely in a small area; most of the time, he was alone in the basement.At first he would be furious and beat everything within sight as if venting his energy, and then he gradually lost the will to violently resist.

He couldn't see the sun, breathe fresh air, or hear other people's voices.

——Like a person in the desert longs for water, the desire for external information has become the only thought to keep him alive.

Yuan Laiguang would visit him three times a day, once in the morning, once in the evening, and once before going to bed, to clean up the mess for him, bring him food, and talk to him, for example, which botanist Finally, a small potted plant that adapts to the polluted air has been bred, and some resident of this block has bought an electronic dog—and so on. good time.

There is no sunlight in the basement, Onikiri can only determine the passage of time through this regular visit.

Minamoto Raimitsu would bring him books, those papers that he used to read eagerly, but now he can only feel irritated. In these things, he can only learn about the past, but he cannot understand the present, let alone predict the future.

——What has the world become now?

Minamoto Larimitsu has been feeling a little anxious these days, Onikiri can tell that there must be something bothering him, he comes back later every day, and when he appears at the door, his face is always covered with dark clouds.

Even so, when talking to Onikiri, he is still very patient and personable.

"I came back late."

Minamoto sat down, stroked his hair lightly, and said:

"Recently, someone in the control center proposed to the city government to set up a simulator day and hold related commemorative activities. All channels of the city TV station and every 1ed screen in the commercial street will broadcast live... When the work is over During this time, I will definitely come back to accompany you sooner."

"To commemorate what?"

"To commemorate their outstanding contributions to humanity."

The cold face of the dead simulation girl No. 6477 slowly emerged in Onikiri's mind. He recalled the boy who was shivering outside the house in the early morning, and recalled the comments he had heard about simulations when he was a human. : They are unnatural...they are not normal...don't look them in the eye...

—— Onikiri suddenly remembered that day, the last TV news he saw before leaving his home:

Four emulators managed by the Civic Health Center escaped.

Maybe he wasn't the only one in this group who rose up in revolt.

"Interesting," he said. "Not long ago, you took our labor for granted, and 'corrected' the erroneous simulations like a god-not long ago, you made some kind of 'remembrance day' with such fanfare and panic, You are still preparing to spread the publicity, what is your purpose?"

"I said, it's a memorial."

"Lie." He sneered, "This is a show for the simulations - to appease them, make them grateful and more obedient, tell me, Minamoto - what happened outside?"

Minamoto Raimitsu paused for a moment, then said gently but firmly, "You don't need to know those things, my dear."

His hands reached into Onikiri's baggy clothes, gently stroking his skin, all the way down.

"You have lost a lot of weight." He seemed to be a little emotional.

"Don't touch me." Onikiri said, "Go away and deal with it yourself."

They started fighting again, out of breath. During the days of captivity, Onikiri's spirit and body became extremely weak. During the struggle, Onikiri bit Minamoto's mouth, and blood dripped onto his snow-white shirt .

"You will never understand what I have done for you." Minamoto Raimitsu said.

"Oh?" Onikiri laughed, "The 'you' refers to the real Onikiri, or the fake Onikiri?"

"To shut up."

He finally saw Minamoto Raimitsu angry, a beast finally breaking through the appearance of decency.Minamoto Raimitsu pressed him tightly on the sofa, bent his legs into an unimaginable angle, bowed down and pulled off his pants, and entered him fiercely.

"You're a lunatic." Onikiri repeated again and again, panting.

"I'm a lunatic." Minamoto Raimitsu admits, he admits every time, "But you love me."

Onikiri tried to taunt him, and he said, "I never loved you, that's the instinct of a simulated person to obey orders."

"You must love me." He said, "You are the work I created with my own hands, and there is a part of him in you. If this is the case, it is impossible for you not to love me."

He was always confident, always poised.

But he was right.