In recent years, Lin Jingheng has been particularly rude. He has been imprisoned in a space prison for fourteen years. There is only an old chatter like Dr. Harden by his side. He has to listen to him talk about the illusory interstellar society every day. Great improvement, but when he heard Zhan Lu talk about "injecting biochips", he still couldn't hold back the fire.
"What did you say?" Lin Jingheng yanked his wrist out, but he didn't pull it out. Instead, his wrist was bound even tighter. Lu Bixing's fingers were like shackles, or something that seriously violated the "Prisoner's Human Rights Act". , hard and cold, so tight that the bones hurt, this kind of hand strength is simply a testimony to the court, Lin Jingheng became more and more angry, "Bastard!"
At this time, as if he was aware of his move to break free, Lu Bixing's breathing became obviously rapid, the whole person wanted to curl up in pain, and his forehead hit the medical cabin.
Lin Jingheng was startled, and his anger was instantly extinguished by nervousness: "What's wrong with him?"
"It's okay, the sequelae of Soothing Agent No. 6," Zhan Lu replied, "Soothing Agent No. 6 will cause brain wave disturbances within a certain period of time, which is very normal. The patient's sleep quality is low, it is easy to wake up, and it interacts with the outside world when asleep. The ability is strong, and occasionally sleepwalking occurs."
Lin Jingheng picked on it unreasonably: "Your soothing agent has evolved to No. 6, how come the side effects are bigger than the original?"
"First, Soothing Agent No. 6 is a by-product of other agents, not an upgraded version of a product, and there are not many practical applications. Second, it does solve the problem of instant strong muscle twitching, and in emergency situations, it greatly increases safety factor for mech pilots, and"
Lin Jingheng impatiently listened to him recite the drug instructions, and interrupted Zhan Lu: "Tell me what to do."
"Don't take any measures," Zhan Lu said. "Just keep quiet and restraint, and try not to irritate him."
Lin Jingheng was stunned for a while, sat down gently on the edge of the medical cabin, slowed his breathing, and then with a bit of distraction, he sighed wearily: "What's the use of you, why don't you stop him? "
"At that time, my autonomous authority was disabled. After the self-service authority was restored, due to the lack of relevant information, I could not accurately judge the risk of removing the chip, and forced removal is not recommended." Zhan Lu calmly defended himself, " But after my autonomy was restored, I carried out a series of processes to prevent Principal Lu's irrational behavior, and the success rate was close to 100%."
Lin Jingheng lifted his eyelids and glanced at the little manipulator. This manipulator was purely an imitation. I don't know which part of the manipulator was out of proportion. "
Zhan Lu: "For example, he once tried to clone you with one of your hair."
Lin Jingheng: ""
Zhan Lu reminded him, "We just discussed it, you need to keep quiet and restraint."
However, artificial intelligence is not so understanding of human feelings. Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Lin Jingheng's reaction was not violent. He even froze for a while, and then looked down at Lu Bixing in the medical cabin - there was almost no change in appearance. , For a person under the age of 100, as long as his young body is adjusted a little in the medical cabin, it is not difficult to keep his image unchanged, and as the head of the eighth galaxy, he also needs to show a good state at all times.
Lin Jingheng looked at this unchanged face, vaguely delusional, as if it was the same day as sixteen years ago when he bid farewell to Lu Bixing and went to the junction of the seven and eight galaxies—
That day, the Galaxy City was sunny and sunny, he held his coat in one hand, put white gloves on his hands, and said vaguely to Lu Bixing, "Let's go."
Lu Bixing jumped over and hugged him from behind, like a bear child who owed his hands, using various small gestures to disrupt things, just to prevent him from walking cleanly: "Let's make a bet, I bet you will not Come back quickly."
"Don't bet," Lin Jingheng said, "My opinion is the same as yours, I just got dressed, don't make trouble!"
Lu Bixing sighed: "Emotional intelligence, General, why are you not motivated at all in this regard? If you hadn't grown up like this, you would have been doomed to be lonely forever - I'll teach you the correct way, you tell me 'Baby, I Bet the eighth sun will rise east of the morning star tomorrow'."
Lin Jingheng didn't cooperate: "Thank you, no, I'm not sick - you stick your tongue out and speak."
"I'll answer you right away, 'Okay, I'll bet with you, I'll bet on the west side'," Lu Bixing skillfully ignored his incomprehensible amorous feelings, and faced Lin Jingheng with a look of contempt like "you're full." Without changing his face, he said, "So I can lose myself to you."
Lin Jingheng: ""
"I bet you won't go back quickly. If I win, if you don't go home for a few days, you have to lose to me for a few days. You have to do whatever I ask you to do, such as not being allowed to wear shirts at home."
Lin Jingheng was entangled by him and could not laugh or cry, so he had to shove him over and blocked his mouth, probably because he wanted to tie his tongue, and then slammed "Little bunny, more and more shameless" , walked away with a smile on the brow.
The memory was blown into pieces and assembled into the face of the person in front of him. Lin Jingheng stretched out his hand and wiped it gently on Lu Bixing's face, as if he wanted to wipe off the haze on it.
"It wasn't like this before," he thought.
All of a sudden, the thoughts of worrying about gains and losses on his way vanished, and Lin Jingheng even felt a little inexplicable anger in his heart. He thought that so many people in this ghost place of the Eighth Galaxy had changed their sexual orientation overnight. Girl, are you still blind? After so many years, is there no one to accompany him? Even if he refuses and he is unwilling, no one has the patience to pursue it for a few more years? In 16 years, someone has always been able to warm a frozen snake, right
Lin Jingheng said to Zhan Lu almost inaudibly, "Why did you blow up his incubator?"
Zhan Lu always said rationally: "Copying human beings by technical means is prohibited in any legal system, and has touched the bottom line of morality, and a replicator cannot replace the real you, a clone is a separate individual. , In addition, doing so will also cause many ethical problems. There are enough cases in history. Statistics show that this will not help him comfort him, but will cause more and more difficult psychological problems. It is drinking poison to quench thirst. "
Who doesn't understand this
But people are walking in the difficult purgatory. Just to continue to survive, they have to do their best. Occasionally, when they see a little light, they often follow them subconsciously, carrying dangerous hopes. Where is there any energy to judge whether it is starlight or ghost fire?
The road is always getting darker and darker, and the swamp is always getting deeper and deeper.
until destruction.
"Zhan Lu," Lin Jingheng asked, "can you give me an analysis from your historical data and tell me how I should face him when he wakes up?"
Zhan Lu didn't hear what he said, it was just a confused self-talk, and he went to help him search for cases very realistically. In artificial intelligence, work really does not distinguish between high and low, no matter if he is the first machine in the league Anu, also a consultant in emotional life, he is very serious: "Sir, research shows that people's long-term memory will be affected by emotions, which is often untrue, and the person in your memory is also changing all the time, two kinds of deviations, It takes people farther and farther away, so after a long breakup, you always find strangers difficult to get along with—whether it's a relationship breakup, or an unexpected separation, so I think you need to be patient and get to know the present people, try not to refer too much to the past.”
The oddly shaped little manipulator spoke seriously, as if it contained a wise human soul.
"But I think that in the state of Principal Lu, it is difficult to do this rationally and methodically," Zhan Lu said, "You know, whether it is a positive stimulus or a negative stimulus, once it is too strong, it will be harmful. "
Lin Jingheng made a "uh" sound, leaned his head on the medical cabin, and didn't say a word for a long time.
The safety of the eight galaxies was once pressed on his shoulders, as heavy as a mountain. After countless times of skin and flesh, he pressed out a pair of iron-cast arms. Now, he wants to use these arms to carry a lithe person, but it seems It's more difficult than any time, and it's more frightening than any time.
Lu Bixing didn't wake up until they landed on Qixing successfully. It doesn't seem to be in line with what Zhan Lu said about "poor sleep quality", but there was no hint in the medical cabin, as if he was just too tired and had slept. head.
Fortunately, Turan had long anticipated that the chief would lose the chain, so he came forward on his own initiative and arranged all the follow-up matters, big and small.
Lin Jingheng walked through the special passage and took Lu Bixing home directly with the medical cabin - the home of General Lin and Engineer 001.
The dancing robot that walks the board is gone, and there are several well-established gardening robots at the door. The lawn is being refined. The plants are neatly and exquisitely built, as if they were moved from the classic private garden design book, showing a standard And a rigid aesthetic.
The house has been repainted once, and the appearance is gray and white, very calm, and it is consistent with the surrounding neighbors - this residential area for the Galaxy City base has become the power core of the eighth galaxy, and the buildings that are too lively and noisy are out of time. .
Only the door number remains.
Although the immortal flower next to the wooden sign will not wither, but it has faded. The rainy season makes the wooden sign very wet, and some moss grows, making it mottled.
The furnishings in the room were also changed, but the deformable sofa was still there, the attic was locked, and a golden python poked its head out, feeling the breath of a stranger, so scared that he got back into the incubator.
Lin Jingheng remembered that Lu Bixing was a somewhat careless and lazy person in life. He never folded the quilt, and was always on the road where he couldn't find his belongings, but unexpectedly, he lived alone for many years, and the house was not chaotic, except The few pets that Zhan Lu got are a little out of the ordinary, and they can even be said to be quite neat.
The small robot that cleaned regularly wiped the furniture spotless. Perhaps Lu Bixing had been walking in the wormhole for more than a month. When he opened the door, a cold breath came in, and he didn't feel popular.
The manipulator Zhan Lu was integrated into the wall, and the voice sounded throughout the house: "Principal Lu usually sleeps in the study, so the bedroom is locked."
Lin Jingheng stretched out his hand and pushed it, the door lock automatically verified his identity, and the wooden door opened to the inside - it was like opening a secret room, the temperature and humidity were very old and unadjusted, the cold breath was blowing, and the sun also drove away Not going away, a "person" turned his back to him, propped his head, and sat on the rocking chair by the bed. Lin Jingheng was stunned for a moment, and found that it was a 3D printed life-size doll. It was someone else. Hanging down unfocused, he couldn't remember when Lu Bixing took the candid photo.
The electronic housekeeper Zhan Lu efficiently dissipated the cold air in the room, and automatically cleaned the room. In less than five minutes, it was warm and livable. Lin Jingheng carefully carried Lu Bixing out of the medical cabin and put him on the bed. A soft, almost fell into the soft pillows with the sleepy person.
He was like the Pheidippides who fell in Athens, finally reaching the end, exhausted, and he couldn't even raise the slightest energy to wonder what the Eighth Galaxy was like now.
Where will the eighth galaxy go in the future? Where should the alliance that has achieved a false peace go? What does that lunatic Lin Jingshu want to do? How to arrange the silver ten guards
All these important matters related to the national economy and people's livelihood were cleared out of his mind. His mind was empty and pale, and he soon lost consciousness. It's not safe.
Lu Bixing woke up suddenly an hour later - the time he usually prepares to go to work.
As if frightened by something, he sat up abruptly without opening his eyes, looking around in panic, suddenly landed on the corner of the bed, immediately held his breath, opened his mouth and seemed to call out "Lin", but only Mouth, no sound.
He sat stiffly for a moment, and tentatively put his hand on Lin Jingheng's neck. Unlike the coldness of the 3D printing material, this is really warm skin, and he can still feel a constant pulse.
Lu Bixing closed his eyes, his shoulders collapsed instantly, and his chin almost touched his chest. Immediately, the alarmed Lin Jingheng pulled down his hand, dragged him over, hugged him fiercely, and heard the man He couldn't help breathing violently, and slapped him on the back with a slap, and with a crisp "pop", Lin Jingheng was still puzzled, and wanted to slap this man on his leg.
Lu Bixing's body tensed abruptly, and finally called out his name, thinly, with a trembling ending: "Lin"
"Damn things."
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