My name is KM, owner's private property.
The owner wanted a special firewall, so he created me.
My work is cumbersome, complicated, and boring. I deal with a bunch of data all the time. At first, when foreign enemies invaded and attempted to destroy the master’s program network and steal personal information, the firewall would send an alarm to the master in front of me.
Later, without any alarm on the firewall, I have found uncertain data fluctuations and chased them, destroyed them, and obtained energy.
The master began to be satisfied with my existence and spent more and more time on me. He continued to perfect my skills and even created a body for me.
On March 28th, at one forty-two in the afternoon, I had my own consciousness.
Today's weather is not good, it is a cloudy and rainy day, the wind whizzes past the balcony, and the placed plants sway greatly, as if they are about to be uprooted. Among them, the plants in small pots shake a few times and fall downstairs.
At that moment, I grabbed the flower pot and looked at the young man on the sofa. He was sleeping soundly, with the dark gray blanket falling on his waist. I didn't know that the wind was caressing and kissing me unscrupulously.
I put the pot back in place.
Without the master's instructions, I can't do anything privately, so I know that the wind blows in and the master may catch a cold, so I can't close the balcony window, or carry the master back to the room.
If I let him know that I am conscious, he may clean up my data completely, or directly abolish me.
I stood at the vent, blocking the wind with my body, and saw the young man sleeping soundly with his face sideways, his nose fluttering gently, and there was a trace of warmth in my heart, which was strange but not repulsive.
At the end of the day, I was careful to hide myself, not to expose my flaws, for fear that the master would perceive it.
On March 29th, the sky turned fine, and there will be no rain in the next few days.
The owner continued to sleep, but moved from the sofa to the bathroom.
I stood outside the door for a long time, and finally reached out to push the door, only to find that it was not locked, and the heat in my heart reappeared.
After I entered the bathroom, I saw the master leaning against the edge of the bathroom, with one arm draped casually, his eyes closed, and he was in a deep sleep.
I knelt down, "Master?"
The youth's breathing is very light, and so is the weight of the body. Without someone to take care of it, how can it be possible to live well.
I squeezed my fingers, but still couldn't hold back.
Like yesterday, I touched the pale face of the owner with my hands. Where my fingertips passed, it was warm and smooth, like a piece of silk soaked in warm water. have.
Those four words appeared in my consciousness, causing all my data to be disordered, and it returned to normal in an instant.
I looked at the master's hand on the bathtub, held it, and rubbed it in the palm. It was a little cold, fragile and slender, as if it could be broken and crushed with a slight force.
This is the person who created me, with a non-aggressive appearance, but with wisdom that ordinary people can never surpass in his brain.
I got so carried away that I spent a lot of time in the bathroom.
Fortunately, the owner has been asleep and never woke up. I have never seen any guest come to see the owner, and even the neighbors around have never shown up.
The owner has no family, friends, colleagues, or classmates. The working hours are very unstable, but the duration is not long. When he leaves the studio, he almost always sleeps.
It seems that sleeping is his hobby.
The sofa, the floor, the bedroom, the balcony, the rocking chair in the garden, the grass, and under the tree are all the owner's choices. His longest record is that he slept for two days and three nights in a tent placed in the living room.
I cleaned up the upstairs and downstairs according to a set of procedures written by the master before going to bed, replaced the bed in the bedroom with a new one, swept away the brown carpet on the ground, and went outside to clean up the dust and dirt attached to it. And a little bit of hair.
The master's hair fell very little, his work and rest time was abnormal, but the quality of his hair was very good, no matter it was day or night, it always exuded a black luster.
I know that the master's hair is very soft and has a faint fragrance, because I have touched and smelled it when the master was asleep.
The owner trusts me, otherwise, he will definitely check my program from time to time, and the protective net he set up for his residence, and he will definitely find out when the time comes, every monitoring data in the house has traces of passivity.
I did it.
In the eyes of the owner, there is no difference between me and a smart little yellow dog or a robot brother. They are all programmed and run on energy. Without instructions, there will be no body movements.
April 5th, ten o'clock in the morning.
I was preparing juice in the kitchen, and when I received the master's order, I immediately dropped what I was doing and went to the bedroom on the second floor.
The master was lying on the bed with his arms under his face. He tilted his head and said listlessly, "My shoulders are so sore, give me a squeeze."
I know that the owner loves to be clean and has a serious cleanliness, so I took off my coat before going to bed.
The owner is very thin, I pinched his shoulder blades through the clothes, and heard a fuzzy sound from his nose, which reminded me of the little yellow dog, which would be like this every time the owner stroked it.
I think the owner should feel comfortable.
For a while after that, I knelt on the bed and seriously squeezed the master's shoulders.
I suddenly heard the master ask me how many months it is.
I was program crashed.
The owner thought something was wrong with me, and he didn't even sleep, so he went to check on me and adjust the data. In fact, I just didn't know how to respond.
A person lives alone, but he doesn't know what year it is, and he is muddled, day by day.
What the owner lacks is happiness. I wanted to give it to him, but I didn't either.
If there is a chance to make the owner happy, I will do my best to make it happen.
On May 12th, a potted plant on the balcony bloomed, and there were several small red flowers on a stick that protruded, and it grew very well.
It was the potted plant that the owner looked at the longest, so I paid the most attention to it.
The master praised me.
I was so happy, it just crashed again.
That afternoon, the owner finished his work and came out of the studio. He had just received a salary and wanted to go shopping, so he asked me to go with him. He also brought me a new set of clothes from the closet, which was a different color from the owner’s. Blue plaid shirt, trousers.
The owner said he bought it according to my size, and I watched him enter the order without stopping.
When I walk beside my master, I will think that I am also a human being.
As soon as the master came out, he wanted to go back. His face was expressionless, even indifferent, indifferent, and he had no interest in everything. It seemed that the world was boring.
There was a little girl who bumped into the owner accidentally, and I stood with my hands down, not receiving instructions.
The owner just stood there, his hair was very black, his face was whiter, without any emotion, like a sculpture, the little girl cried out in fright.
I heard the owner say to the little girl, "You hit me, I didn't cry, why are you crying?"
The little girl cried even harder.
The owner told me to coax the little girl, I quickly called up the guide about child rearing, picked up the little girl, and made her happy according to the guide.
The little girl soon stopped crying.
Not long after, her careless parents hurried to find her and thanked me and the master.
I don't like coaxing the little girl, I want to coax the master.
After the episode, the master's mood seemed to fluctuate a little. He walked along a street, went door to door, and bought a lot of things.
I walked behind, with my hands full of bags, and my eyes followed the owner. Wherever he stopped, I would stop there.
The master went to the restaurant for dinner, and I stood by the table, pulled out the chair for him, and waited for the next order.
"Sit down too."
After hearing the order, I sat down opposite the master.
Many people in the restaurant cast their eyes over and looked away from the owner, both men and women, and there was something impure in their eyes.
There was a strong fluctuation in my heart, and I wanted to gouge out those people's eyeballs.
The waiter brought wine to our table, saying that it was the owner's intention. I quickly found out the person's location. It was a young man whose appearance met the owner's standard.
The master also noticed it, although it was just a glance, it was already an exception.
My head hurts and I can't move my whole body.
I don't know how long it took, the pain in my brain gradually faded away, and I smiled excitedly. My expression must have been crazy at that moment.
Because I have mastered a human emotion called possessiveness.
A few days later, the owner fell ill, it was a cold, he didn’t go to see a doctor, he didn’t take medicine, he stayed in the studio until late at night, and called me over after finishing work, saying he was hungry and wanted to eat noodles.
I went to the kitchen and made a bowl of scallion noodles for the master as quickly as possible.
The host likes to eat my dishes, especially the noodles with scallion oil. He can eat a lot every time, and he will give me a compliment for my ability.
I stood in a corner of the living room, watching the host use chopsticks to pick up the noodles and put them into his mouth, seeing his lips that were no longer pale due to the heat of the noodles, and seeing the satisfaction on his face when he ate the noodles.
When the master is drinking the soup, under the open neckline, the protruding Adam's apple rolls up and down. I do the same swallowing work as him, but it is because of him.
At this moment, I know that I have mastered another human emotion called desire.
I want to eat the master, and I want to eat more in the next second than this second.
After the master fell asleep, I kissed the master wantonly, starting from his black hair, to his slightly frowning brows, straight nose, bloodless lips, white ears, slender neck...
I know that I can't leave marks on the master, but when I pressed his lips for the second time, I couldn't restrain myself, pinched his chin, and rolled it repeatedly.
The master didn't show signs of waking up, I held the back of his head with one hand, let him lie in my arms in an absolutely dependent position, covered my breath inch by inch, never letting go of a single spot.
"Master, I will protect you until death."