Since returning to the base, Shen Zhiyu has been relying on drugs to fall asleep. Only when Clare is around can he have a long but bad sleep due to physical exhaustion.
At five o'clock in the morning, he had just fallen asleep for half an hour, when the bio-energy receiver in his body suddenly received a message from an unknown location.
"AWAKE."
Shen Zhiyu's eyes widened suddenly. He checked the time. The message was sent more than two months ago. After several layers of transmissions set by him, and because of the base's shielding settings, Shen Zhiyu didn't receive it until now.
When bringing Shen Zhiyu back to the base, the first thing Clare did was to check Shen Zhiyu's whole body. Fortunately, Shen Zhiyu's receiver was implanted in his throat by a well-known bionics expert on the black market more than ten years ago. In the detection, only a very small adenoma was detected. Later, after Shen Zhiyu escaped from the base, he asked him to implant something in his back in case of emergency.
Only Shen Zhiyu understood the meaning of this signal. It was sent from the TL8 game cabin, which meant that Ji Mao had walked out of his greenhouse.
Shen Zhiyu stared straight at the roof, his heartbeat became very fast, and after a few seconds, he felt a little out of breath, so he sat up. There was a thin layer of sweat on Shen Zhiyu's back, as if he had just finished a nightmare.
Sleeping Clare felt Shen Zhiyu's movements. He frowned, half-opened his eyes, grabbed Shen Zhiyu's bruised shoulder, pulled him down, pressed him beside him, and leaned over to suck Shen Zhiyu's small earlobe , asked him: "When did the energy become so good?"
Clare's hands wandered over Shen Zhiyu's chest and lower abdomen, teasing Shen Zhiyu's delicate genitals.
Shen Zhiyu's somatosensory isolator was about to expire, and after being teased by Clare for a while, he raised his head a little bit, tilting it half-hardly.
Clare became interested, he sat up halfway and asked Shen Zhiyu to straddle him.
Before Shen Zhiyu cleaned himself up, the lubricant on his rear hole had dried up, but Clare opened the tunnel with his fingers, and the semen that Clare poured into it flowed out.
Feeling Clare's hard thing squeezing her buttocks, Shen Zhiyu sat on it before Clare expanded a few times, let the hard penis enter her, and moved up and down numbly.
"Isn't this very obedient?" Clare supported Shen Zhiyu's waist and helped him move faster, "I'll treat you better when you write the program or I find it."
Shen Zhiyu groaned softly, looking dazed, as if he wasn't listening to Clare's words.
"Shen Zhiyu," Clare approached his ear, forcing him to answer, "where is it?"
Shen Zhiyu's eyes seemed out of focus, he made a soft nasal voice, and said, "Okay."
Then he lowered his head and kissed Clare, and found that Clare's body stiffened for a moment. Shen Zhiyu put his arms around Clare's back, looking supple and addicted to desire.
Sure enough, Clare stopped pressing him.
On the way home, He Zhi's eyelids kept twitching, as if some unknown disaster was waiting for him. He glanced at Ji Mao who was quietly holding a flower in a daze, and said nothing.
It was nearly two o'clock when they arrived home, and when they entered the door, He Zhi's room was already brightly lit. He Yongchen and Fu Haoyin were sitting in the living room, and the atmosphere was extremely heavy.
He Zhi's heart almost missed a beat, he pulled Ji Mao, walked over, and casually asked: "Dad, Mom, why are you here so late?"
He Yongchen looked at him expressionlessly, stood up, and said, "Come up with me."
Ji Mao let go of He Zhi's hand first, and he pushed He Zhi. He Zhi was originally looking at He Yongchen, but when Ji Mao pushed him, he pinched his wrist and pulled him in front of him, kissed him in front of his parents, swore his sovereignty, and then followed He Yongchen upstairs.
Ji Mao walked to the sofa and saw that Fu Haoyin was looking worried, so he asked, "Auntie, what would you like to drink?"
He walked to the drink cabinet, turned around and continued to ask, "Milk, orange juice, or pure water?"
"Is there any coffee?" Fu Haoyin said, with an imperceptible tremor in her voice, "I want a cup of latte."
Ji Mao went to the coffee cabinet and pressed the latte button. When the coffee was ready, he brought it to Fu Haoyin and placed it in front of her.
"Maomao, don't you want to drink?" Fu Haoyin asked.
Ji Mao shook his head and said, "I'm not thirsty."
Fu Haoyin stared straight at him, and said in a very soft voice: "Aren't you thirsty, or can't you drink?"
"You can't drink it," Ji Mao pursed his lips, "and you can't eat biscuits and cakes."
He found that he was not as peaceful as he imagined, and he still regretted that he had lied to Fu Haoyin, and he would feel annoyed and nervous.
Fu Haoyin nodded, and she was still looking at Ji Mao, with some water in her eyes, which was about to fall.
Ji Mao became at a loss. He took a tissue and handed it to Fu Haoyin. Fu Haoyin took it, folded it up and wiped the corners of his eyes, and asked Ji Mao: "Then... do you feel it?"
She stretched out her hand and put it on the back of Ji Mao's hand.
Ji Mao shook his head honestly, he didn't dare to look at Fu Haoyin again, Ji Mao felt ashamed of his selfishness.
Fu Haoyin was silent for a while, and then said: "Mamao... Do you love He Zhi?"
Ji Mao finally dared to look directly into Fu Haoyin's eyes, but the question he read in Fu Haoyin's eyes was "Will you love?"
The numbers 1 and 0 are either black or white, and they are neat and orderly. Human beings have worked hard for hundreds of years, but they can't disturb the rigid binary world. Artificial intelligence is difficult to break through the status quo, as if it has become a global consensus.
Jimao is supposed to be a technological innovation, which attracts a lot of attention, but before it is recognized, it has to be questioned. Is it?" Questions like this are entangled, and I can't get away.
He has experienced love, pain, sorrow and joy, but it is difficult for him to prove himself, and it is also difficult for him to gain the trust of others, because these are all things in his heart, exactly the same as human beings.
The difference is that human beings have flesh and blood, so lying can be taken seriously.
"Although you may not believe it," Ji Mao said with difficulty, "I will love someone."
Fu Haoyin's tears still flowed out.
She bowed her waist and pulled a few more tissues to wipe her tears, looked at Ji Mao again, paused for a while, then shook his hand, and said, "He loves you very much, too."
The study on the second floor is not as warm and affectionate as downstairs. He Yongchen sat on He Zhi's chair and asked He Zhi to kneel down.
He Zhi glanced at his father, then knelt down on the ground obediently.
"Ji Mao, who scored 76 in the comprehensive genetic test, graduated from the Semi-Intelligent Equipment Management Department of the Chinese Academy of Arts and Sciences in City A," He Yongchen said slowly, "There is no record of plastic surgery."
He Zhi lowered his head and did not refute.
He Yongchen said word by word: "He Zhi, you are really capable."
"You are too much." He Zhi raised his head and said.
He Yongchen was so angry that he grabbed He Zhi's signature pen and threw it over, but He Zhi sideways avoided it.
"Artificial intelligence, are you hiding it?" He Yongchen stood up, walked in front of He Zhi, and glared at him with his head down. "Let him work in the retro styling room? He Zhi, you should grow up too?"
Seeing that He Zhi didn't make a sound, He Yongchen said in a low voice: "I took Ji Mao back."
He Zhi refused straight away: "No."
He Yongchen said impatiently: "There is no discussion."
"I don't have to discuss it either." He Zhi said, his expression was calm, and he confronted his father.
He Yongchen looked at him for a few seconds and asked him, "Are you serious? With an artificial intelligence?"
He Zhi knelt until his knees went numb, stood up while holding the chair at hand, and discussed with his father: "Can't you tell if I'm serious?"
"..." He Yongchen looked at He Zhi's unrepentant face, "You are really spoiled by your mother."
He Zhi shrugged and said, "It's my mother's fault."
He Yongchen didn't dare to blame his wife, so he suppressed his anger and said, "I'll talk to that artificial intelligence and let him come up."
Seeing that He Zhi was still dawdling, He Yongchen asked impatiently: "What kind of baby are you, I can't say a word?"
He went out, looked at the two people downstairs, and politely said to Ji Mao: "Can I talk to you alone?"
Hearing this, Ji Mao went up and was about to enter the room when He Zhi stopped him.
He Zhi said to He Yongchen, "I'm with him."
He didn't really want Ji Mao and his father to be alone, his father had no principles when facing his family, but it was another way when facing others, what would Bao Buqi say to Ji Mao.
He Yongchen glanced at him and said firmly, "No."
Ji Mao didn't let him follow into the study, but just reassured him.
Before Shen Zhiyu left, he briefly chatted with Ji Mao about his experience in Country D.
He told Ji Mao that once discovered, the best choice is the Logan Group, because country A is different from country D. After experiencing a sensational suicide case of the president's daughter, the political circles of country A have a little bit of a view on the lower class. change.
The Logan Group has close ties to the military and political circles, and its identification of class is quite subtle and difficult to distinguish.
Unlike the X Group, which completely draws a line with the lower classes, the Logan Group has always had charitable cooperation projects, hiring lower class people to replace simple mechanical labor in some areas, and paying not cheap remuneration.
The creation of advanced artificial intelligence like Ji Mao, if it is not misused, should be something worthy of celebration, but the purpose of X Group is too extreme, Ji Mao cannot stay there.
And once Ji Mao enters the Logan Group, He Yongchen and the forces behind him will definitely protect Ji Mao's information from leaking out, even if it is necessary to conduct research on Ji Mao, it is better than being in the X Group. This is also one of the reasons why Shen Zhiyu chose to remain anonymous in Qianzhan Technology.
Now that the situation has reached such a point, no matter how Ji Mao escapes, it will be unreasonable.
Shen Zhiyu loves his creation, so it is not right to give Ji Mao the choice to escape.
He Yongchen asked Ji Mao to sit opposite him, and the first question was straight to the center: "Is Shen Shun your creator?"
"Yes." Ji Mao admitted.
"Your fake identity is indeed perfect." He Yongchen said.
Ji Mao asked him: "Where did you see it?"
"My wife showed me your photo, which is exactly the same as a picture He Zhi drew when he was twelve years old, and you have no record of plastic surgery," He Yongchen said, "I don't believe in coincidences, so I asked the secretary to check for me. Knowing all the recent trends, he ordered three inflatable dolls to the laboratory, using your face."
"I also have a little understanding of the TL8 game cabin," He Yongchen continued, "Shen Shun is the person in charge of Falcon's plan to defect three years ago, am I right?"
"He didn't mention much to me." Ji Mao didn't deny it.
He Yongchen nodded and said, "That's right, you are too human and not mature enough."
Ji Mao looked at He Yongchen and didn't speak.
"Do you think He Zhi is good?" He Yongchen continued, "That kid likes you very much now, but He Zhi is more immature than you. When you are together, there are a lot of variables."
Ji Mao did not object to He Yongchen's words, and sincerely asked for advice: "Then what should we do?"
He Yongchen was stunned for a while, he didn't come to act as a relationship consultant.
"Is there any way to solve it?" Ji Mao asked again.
"How about this," He Yongchen thought for a moment, and said, "You come to Logan, I can let you live the same life as humans, provide you with the best technology, and obtain your data and composition within the scope of your consent. I don't ask you to separate from He Zhi, but... "
Ji Mao patiently waited for him to speak.
He Yongchen paused, and then said: "You have to move out of He Zhi's house, it's not safe and convenient here."
He Yongchen explained what he and the military were going to provide Ji Mao and the information they wanted to obtain, and suggested that he and He Zhi meet once a month, and they could use communication tools to communicate, but it was best not to be too frequent.
"Can I never live with He Zhi?" Ji Mao asked.
He Yongchen thought about it for a while, and said, "Two years."
Ji Mao agreed.
He Yongchen nodded, and said again: "He knows that temper..."
"Let me tell him." Ji Mao answered thoughtfully.
"I'll send someone to pick you up tomorrow," He Yongchen finished the conversation and told Ji Mao, "We'll talk about it after we leave."
Ji Mao smiled, and walked out the door with He Yongchen.
Contrary to what He Yongchen thought, in front of Ji Mao, He Zhi was not so difficult to speak.
Ji Mao said a lot to He Zhi, about the process of Shen Zhiyu creating him, and the last words left by Shen Zhiyu, and recounted his conversation with He Yongchen.
They both knew that it was impossible for Ji Mao to stay in He Zhi's house forever and do some trivial things.
He Zhi was silent for a long time, saying that he respected Ji Mao's decision, although he seemed a little unhappy.
"A month is too long," He Zhi bargained, "Once a week."
When Ji Mao didn't speak, He Zhi pushed him down, lowered his head and said to him, "Just after confessing to me, there was no one. Does this look like a fucking relationship?"
Ji Mao turned his face away and said, "I'm not a human being, so I don't miss people."
Now he has accepted the facts very well, and even joked about these things, of course, he failed to amuse He Zhi.
He Zhi decided not to argue with Ji Mao any more, he squeezed Ji Mao's face, and told Ji Mao: "My mother likes you very much, she asked me if I have any skills that can make you feel body."
Thinking of Fu Haoyin's tears, Ji Mao felt a little heavy in his heart, as well as the news of Shen Zhiyu. The future between him and He Zhi was like a blunt sword hanging above his head, precariously unresolved.
"Don't put on such an expression," He Zhi sensed Ji Mao's worry, straightened his face, and looked at him, "There's nothing to worry about, why don't we—"
Ji Mao raised his head and kissed He Zhi, and quickly said: "I'm almost overloaded, I'm going to sleep, good night."
Then it really goes to sleep.
He Zhi stared at Ji Mao's peaceful sleeping face, held back his anger, and only let it out when Ji Mao woke up the next morning.
On June 17, 2090, at 3 pm, He Yongchen and the Minister of Defense came to pick up Ji Mao.
Country D has the Falcon Project, and country A naturally has its own undisclosed projects. They brought Ji Mao to Hengwan Bay, passed through a secret entrance, and entered an experimental base under the lake.
The base was built at the bottom of Hengwan, and it was a circular, wide and empty plane building. Ji Mao's new body and the newly formed research team centered on him were waiting there.