Diary (2)
On November 12th, I was standing in the corridor when I suddenly heard a noise coming from the studio. I judged in a very short time that the wood carving on the desk was knocked down by the owner.
The wood carving is a small tree with a snake wrapped around the top of the tree, the tail of the snake is up in the air, and the head of the snake is facing the owner.
I often dust the wood carvings, knowing that the owner likes them very much, and the placement is not random, unless there is an emergency that distracts the owner, otherwise I will not be so careless.
I walked around outside the door, not knowing what happened to the master, and the program in my brain began to become chaotic.
Just then, the door of the studio opened from the inside, and the master came out, "Go and get me some water, I want to take a shower."
I glanced at the master, and there was nothing unusual on his face.
The bathtub in the bathroom was just changed a few days ago, and it is bigger than before, which is convenient for the owner to sleep in.
I put away the water, put the towel over my arm, and stood aside, waiting for instructions, even though I had long been able to control my body and move freely.
But he is still devout and obedient to his master, and never betrays.
The owner's body is also very white, rarely seen in the sun, and coupled with heredity, the whiteness is close to transparent.
I thought the master would wash for a long time, and maybe even take a nap, but I didn't expect him to get up after just washing this time.
Didn't even ask me to give him a scalp massage.
The master shook his wet hair, I put the towel on my arm on top of his head, rubbed it gently, and wiped off the water on it.
I enjoy the act of having a master at will.
Only I can see what he looks like at this moment, right under my nose, I breathe his breath.
This unique feeling will make my heart feel hot, and my body will explode at any time.
"I find… "
The owner's voice made my heart tighten, and the next moment I heard him say, "The texture of the floor tiles in the bathroom is really ugly."
I breathe a sigh of relief.
It turned out that it wasn't my suspicion.
The master opened his arms, and I stepped forward with a black nightgown, bowed my head and slipped one sleeve into his arm, and then the other.
He had just taken a bath, his skin was reddish, and when my fingertips touched it, the temperature was higher than usual.
Regarding this point, I can be very sure, because I have measured his body temperature with the tip of my tongue and lips countless times after my master fell asleep.
Now even if he has a little fever, I can feel it with my lips.
I adjusted the neckline of the master's bathrobe, smoothed out some wrinkles, and finished the back collar for him.
The master frowned, as if he was thinking about something, I touched a piece of skin on the back of his neck, and his ears, but he didn't notice.
This is very abnormal.
In normal times, when the master is not asleep, his nerves are extremely sensitive, and no clues will escape his observation.
I suspect it is a matter of the master's work, perhaps related to the main program.
The master suddenly sighed.
I kept moving, put my hands on his front, moved down, pulled up the hanging belt, and tied it loosely.
After I tidied up the master's sleeves and hem, the master said, "Go out."
I turned and walked out of the room, closing the door lightly.
An hour later, I received instructions from the master to wake him up in seven hours.
I opened the door and walked in, walked to the edge of the bed and looked down at it.
The master was lying on his stomach, with two legs protruding from under the nightgown, his left foot resting on his right foot, his face was pressed against the pillow, illuminated by the light from the lamp on the bedside table, it looked a bit soft.
I glanced at the bed, stayed on the vacant spot for a few seconds, folded my clothes and lay down on it, only half a fist away from the master.
The master never talks in his sleep, nor does he grind his teeth, kick the quilt, or drool like most people do. After he falls asleep, his consciousness is close to disappearing.
That's why I was able to act outrageously against him.
Seven hours later, I woke up the owner. He didn't go to the studio when he woke up like usual. Instead, he sat on the bed and scratched his hair. He was a little tangled and encountered a difficult problem.
I looked at the imprint on the master's cheek and wanted to lick it.
"What is affection?"
After the master talked to himself, he ordered me to hand over the answer within a minute.
I quickly searched for relevant teaching materials, and showed the owner several videos. The first video showed heavy snow falling, and the sky was just dawn, and there were many electric cars on the road. Parents sent their children to school for morning self-study.
When they arrived at the school gate, the parents squatted down to check their children's clothes and schoolbags, and told them to listen to the teacher, study hard at school, and not to have conflicts with their classmates. Their expressions were doting.
The second image is a woman leading a little boy into a musical instrument shop, asking him which musical instrument he likes and whether he wants to learn it, eyes full of anticipation.
The little boy touched different musical instruments one by one, with curiosity on his face, he finally chose a piano.
The woman laughed happily, and bought the piano with the money she saved from living frugally.
The third image is a family of three eating at the dinner table, the only plate of fish is placed in front of the child, and the parents eat vegetables.
When the child put down the bowl and chopsticks and went to the living room to play, the parents would bring the plate over and eat the fish bits and pieces with chopsticks, without even wasting the soup.
The host pointed to a scene in the video and asked me why children eat fish while parents pick up fish bones.
I read to him the answers I found on the Central Network. It was an instinct, even if the cub was an adult, parents would still do it.
The master seemed to understand, "It turns out that is family affection."
He turned to me and asked again, "What about friendship?"
Those three emotions are the most important and complicated among the seven emotions and six desires of human beings. I haven't mastered them yet, so I can only show the video to the master who also doesn't understand.
The video about friendship is a few clips. There is a pair of fellow villagers who are struggling at the bottom of society. They will attack each other with words, but one is in a desperate situation, and the other does not make trouble, but reaches out to help.
Whether they are real brothers or not, several young people from all corners of the country knelt down to worship each other. Since then, they have never left each other and worked together to overcome difficulties one by one.
There are also the friendship on campus, the laughter and squabbles between the same desks, the innocence and brilliance, and many small conflicts, such as I was sleeping and your arm bumped into me, or you agreed to move the test paper a little when you agreed to take the exam, but it didn’t work out. If you change your mind and don't show loyalty, or the female classmate I like has a crush on you, let me pass you a love letter, no matter what, you will get back together after a smile.
After I played one video, I went to click on the next one. The owner half-closed his eyelids, not sure whether he was watching seriously or not.
After being silent for a while, the master asked me what is love.
I had an obvious pause this time, which lasted for more than three seconds. The master was immersed in his own thinking and didn't notice it.
Love is the most delicate of the three emotions, and also the most variable. It cannot be lost today, only death can separate each other, but tomorrow it will be old and dead.
I presented the image in front of the owner. It was a couple embracing and kissing with their eyes closed. They were wearing the same teddy bear pajamas, had the same short hair, and the same physical features.
Due to my selfishness, the love image I chose was two men, not a man and a woman.
The master asked me to enlarge the image and adjust the data.
The next moment, the two protagonists were doing intimate things in front of my master and me, and the picture was so clear that I could see all the details.
The owner frowned and said it was too dirty.
He didn't give me instructions to respond, so I didn't make a sound, but just said different answers in my heart, not dirty, it's the most beautiful thing in the world, I want to do it with the master.
Love is not only sweet, but also heartbreaking, betrayal, pain, resentment, and even fear.
I arranged the images corresponding to these emotions one by one, and showed them to the owner in order. He stopped talking and watched the last one in silence.
Of course, the protagonists in all the images are men.
When my master didn't understand love, I let him first understand the love between the same sex, and he would form a cognition that sex can also be a matter between men.
It's the wrong thing to do, but I did.
After watching the video, the host gave me an instruction, telling me to prepare dinner and not to get dizzy.
All my functions are bestowed by the master, because of him, I will exist.
The host prefers vegetarian food, so I drew up the evening menu for him, including eggplant with garlic, soybeans in sauce, cumin potatoes, steamed tofu with double peppers, and a tomato soup with enoki mushrooms.
The little yellow dog in the living room is barking. It is timed. It walks around the living room once an hour, barks a few times, and then returns to the original place to lie down.
I have long since discovered that the owner likes the little yellow dog, but he doesn’t want to keep a real dog. He finds it troublesome and has no way to accompany him, because besides working, he just sleeps. He can’t even take care of himself. It’s me who is raising him.
This is one of the reasons why the master has no friends.
However, the master has me, and I will be his family, friend, and partner.
When the master came down to eat, the shadow between his eyebrows deepened. He didn't eat much for dinner. He usually drank the whole bowl of soup, but this time he only ate and drank a few mouthfuls.
After several meals, the owner lost his appetite. He asked me if there was anything new.
I went to the central website to buy ingredients, and followed the steps to make him a plate of stinky tofu.
The owner covered his nose in distaste, saying it was too smelly, and he also suspected that I was broken, so I made poisonous things.
I stood with my hands down, reading the introduction of stinky tofu, the king of food.
The master read the introduction again, and then he picked up a piece of stinky tofu to eat. His expression changed a few times, and he said that it was okay to eat.
I also ordered a bottle of drink for the host. Like stinky tofu, it was also transported from a lower planet. Humans on the planet call that drink Coke.
The owner said it was not good after drinking a little and told me to throw it away.
As a result, the next day, the owner asked me to place an order on Zhongzhong.com and bought a box of Coke.
His idea is that it's hard to drink, refreshing, and won't sleep.
The master called me to the studio, and I cleaned up as instructed.
The master was writing a program, I raised my eyes, and a line of code entered my brain. Only at this moment did I know that the master was about to face the assessment of the main system.
He is repeatedly modifying the setting data for his own assessment.
I haven't been in touch with this aspect, and I don't understand it. I think that if the master can pass the assessment and become the main system, his authority will increase as he gets a higher position. At that time, he will become a superior, and his working hours may be stabilized.
Then the master's health will not get worse. Every time I see him sleeping for more than a day, I am afraid that he will not wake up.
The owner has not left the studio for two days, he is still writing the program, the screen is full of codes, delete and modify, and then confirm.
On the third day, the owner's face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and the blue color under his eyes was very heavy. He asked me during the busy break, besides Coke, what else could prevent him from sleeping.
I want Master to go to sleep for as long as possible.
But I can only obey, and can't do anything other than the order. I called up the playlist from the Central Network, and searched for a song "Nunchaku" based on several key information.
It was a song that no matter how many times I listened to it, I couldn't hear what it was singing, unless I stared at the lyrics, word by word.
The master relied on that song to persist until the last program was written, and then he slumped on the chair and did not move. He tilted his head back, and the blood vessels on his neck were clearly visible, showing an extremely unhealthy color.
Before falling into darkness, the master gave me an order.
I lifted the owner from the chair and he was thin again.
Looking at the master leaning on my chest, my heart felt uncomfortable and a little painful.
On December 1st, at 9:26 in the morning, the heavy snow fell on time according to the notification sent by the Central Network, and it was exactly the same.
There will be three to five snowfalls every winter, whether it is big or small, and the length of time depends on the total temperature data changes throughout the year.
The owner always loves to go out. When it snows, he doesn't even go to the garden. He just wears cotton socks and nests in the living room, like the snake on the wood carving, entering a state of hibernation.
"Si Sisi, Wu Wuwu, which one is more suitable?"
I heard the master chanting the names of those two people. I had sneaked into the main program network before, and I remembered that they were system staff and colleagues of the master.
Later, I heard the master say toss a coin, the head is Si Sisi, and the tail is Wu Wuwu.
The master asked me to go upstairs to the study to get it. It was the only thing the master brought back from a lower planet. He said it cost one yuan, and many things could not be bought there.
The coin was thrown out of the owner's hand, fell to the ground and spun several times, and when it stopped, it was heads.
The owner propped his chin to look at the coin, and said casually, "That's you."
He called me over and called my name.
I knelt at my master's feet, waiting for the next order.
The master supported his head with one hand, and stroked my hair with the other hand, "In an hour, I will fall into a deep sleep, and my consciousness will enter the virtual space to participate in the assessment. There is an important value that needs to be provided by you, are you willing?"
I said yes.
Master, I will walk with you.