The battery of the cargo aircraft is completely damaged, and the aircraft is impossible to use without replacement parts on hand. Zhang Xun deflated and kicked the fuselage. As a result, his foot hurt so much that his face was wrinkled.
When Diego and James saw this, they knew that it was impossible to make an aircraft, and there was only one way left—walking with two legs.
Simply the worst.
After looking around, Enoch said, "According to the calculation of latitude and longitude and the surrounding terrain, it should be near the Guadalupe Mountains in Texas. If we go southwest, we will travel about 40 kilometers per day according to human physical strength, five It can enter the territory of Mexico in the sky, and it is not far from Feathered Serpent City."
"40 kilometers? We don't have much water and food left, unless there is a supply station on the road." James scratched his chin irritably with a long beard.
Enoch said in his gentle and steady voice, "During the Third World War, several major cities here were hit by devastating air raids, coupled with the dry land and harsh climate, the population has been very sparse, Most of the towns are deserted. Combined with the recent increase in the number of mobs, the chances of finding a supply depot are not high.”
Diego sneered, sarcastically, "Thank you for your encouragement."
"We have to try." Zhang Xun turned to look at them, his face was covered with oil stains, but his eyes were firm, "Staying here will be a dead end no matter if you meet the mob or the mechanical police."
They found some compressed food and several bottles of drinking water from the dead driver's carry-on luggage, and two first aid kits in the cargo hold, all stuffed into their carry-on luggage. Enoch has the strongest endurance as a robot, carrying four or five packages on his body, almost like a walking luggage rack. The others also carried at least one bag each. The group of four were like ants, stepping into the endless wilderness in front of them.
When the sun rose to noon, the earth seemed to be steaming with heat. Zhang Xun's legs trembled as he walked, and his throat seemed to be on fire. But he was reluctant to drink the water left in the bottle, worried that he would never find a source of water on the way.
James and Diego also showed signs of exhaustion, only Enoch, who was carrying a mountain of luggage in front of him, was still walking fast.
Zhang Xun suddenly envied these robots that could move on solar energy...
Except for a short break at noon, they hardly stopped until the sun went down, and then they found a place near the exposed rock to stop and rest. Zhang Xun, who hastily ate the compressed food, feels that there is probably nothing in the world that is more unpalatable than these polymer composite foods that focus on practicality and don't care about the taste, as if he is eating a broken brick.
When night fell, Diego was sleeping and snoring loudly beside him, and James was watching the night not far away. Zhang Xun was so tired that his legs were about to break, but he couldn't sleep because of the noise.
Suddenly, a pair of hands gently covered his ears, and the thunderous snoring was suddenly silenced.
Zhang Xun raised his eyes and saw Enoch's face turned upside down in his field of vision. The blue glass bead-like eyes in the light of the stars and the moon lack the dry and artificial texture of machinery, and are a bit more... similar to the agility of the soul.
Zhang Xun realized that there was some kind of audio coming from Cong Yinuo's palm, which just offset Diego's snoring and all the white noises in the surrounding wilderness. He was amazed at the comprehensive and precise programming of the service robot now, and curiously reached out and grabbed Enoch's hand.
Enoch's eyes blinked a few times, and Zhang Xun was allowed to grab his hand and bring him closer to carefully observe the small hole in the sound. Zhang Xun couldn't see that Enoch's eyes were completely human at this time, and there was a hint of melancholy between his brows.
"Enuo, do you still remember who your administrator is?" Zhang Xun suddenly asked softly.
Enoch nodded, "I remember. All AIs will remember all their administrators."
"AI will have some kind of special... bond with its administrators. Some people say that AIs must live as long as possible in order to achieve their goals, and administrators have the most power to decide their fate. But I I have been wondering, will there be special preferences for AI among different administrators? If so, why?"
Zhang Xun was not sure whether he was asking Enoch or talking to himself. However, Enoch replied, "I rarely interact with other robots, and the data I get is limited. But as far as I am concerned, there are preferences."
Zhang Xun raised his brows slightly, and there seemed to be little bits of hope in his eyes.
Enoch tilted his head slightly, as if recalling the memory stored in the hard drive, "Each administrator has different abilities and interacts with us in different ways. The administrator with the deepest and most complicated interaction with me regards me as a A human like him gives his feelings, and he is a very lonely person."
Zhang Xun felt like there were many small needles poking closely in his chest. He wanted to laugh at himself, laughing at himself for wanting a little comfort from a service robot. Wanting to grab even the slightest bit to determine the veracity of everything he and Adam had ever had.
"Is he still your administrator?" Zhang Xun asked.
Enoch paused for a long time, beyond the reaction time of ordinary AI, "He is not anymore."
"Do you remember him?"
Enoch nodded, "Yes, I will randomly recall a memory of the time I was with him every day. I realize that revisiting those data can help me run more smoothly, although I'm not sure why."
Zhang Xun knows that AI does not have a human body, so it is impossible to have the same emotions as humans. But perhaps, AI can also generate feelings, but it is just an interaction process that lacks romance in the eyes of humans, and is more alienated and coldly rooted in reality.
Zhang Xun looked at the service robot who seemed to have an inexplicable affection for him, and missed the other pair of blue eyes more and more.
When it was dawn, they set out on the road again, trying to travel more before noon when the temperature was suitable. However, after walking about ten miles, Enoch suddenly stopped, turned his head to a line of defense, and listened carefully.
"What's wrong?" James asked nervously.
"I heard... the sound of a motor vehicle," Enoch said with some confusion.
Motor vehicle? Isn't this kind of antique stuff only found in Paradise Lost
Diego and James, however, were both displeased and immediately put down their salute, escaped the guns, and looked around alertly. Now they are surrounded by weeds, and there is no place to hide. In the distance, they could see a tumbling line sweeping across from a distance.
It was the smoke, the smoke from the locomotive, and the crackling music looming in the air.
Without waiting for the opponent to kill him, Zhang Xun guessed that it was a mob.
Maybe it's the same group they've messed with before.
In recent years, probably due to the rise of Feathered Serpent City, the border between the United States and Mexico has been uneven. Many rebels against Eden have settled in this war-torn wasteland and established their own isolated kingdoms. It's just that these people are not like refugee countries, they don't have much organizational discipline, and more often they burn, kill and loot, enjoying their anarchist "freedom".
Zhang Xun didn't know much about the mob, he was just instinctively afraid. The animal-like screams from those people and the hoarse music made him clearly know that these people are a bit like a certain group of people in Paradise Lost...
And he never got along with this group of people...
Soon, black locomotives pulled the dust in the sky to surround them and circled them constantly. Those clad in leather and wearing skull masks brandished chains, bars, and guns, and uttered ape-like shouts.
The two soldiers and a robot invariably surrounded Zhang Xun, who was the least capable of fighting, in the middle. Zhang Xun only felt cold sweat all over his body.
A locomotive stopped in the smoke, the leader took off his helmet, and his long red hair fell. A young man with tattoos under his eyes looked at them with arrogant eyes.
"Three men plus a robot. Are you fleeing?" The man's voice was lazy, like a cat basking in the sun.
James pointed the gun at him and said calmly, "We just want to cross the border, we don't want to get into trouble."
"If you don't want to cause trouble, you shouldn't touch our people." The long red-haired man stepped out of the locomotive, paying no attention to James' gun, like a predator slowly pacing around them, "You are Where did it come from?"
James hummed, "Tell you where it came from, so you won't kill us?"
"Maybe. It depends on the mood." The red-haired man said while he was clasping a scratch on the helmet on his hand, as if he was absent-minded.
Diego coughed and said jokingly, "Brother, if you like our sharpshooter, we can leave him to you, will you let us go?"
James gave him a vicious look. And the red-haired man sneered, "I can also leave you all behind. Or throw you into the high radiation zone and let you rot little by little."
Zhang Xun suddenly said, "We came from Paradise Lost."
The red-haired man turned his head, his expression seemed to change subtly, "Paradise Lost? The one who stole the Eden North America server?"
Zhang Xun nodded, "Yes, it's us."
As soon as these words came out, for some reason, the surrounding mob who had been mad and looked like they were about to cut people suddenly stopped, and their eyes were focused on them.
James realized what Zhang Xun was thinking. Since most of these mobs are members of the underworld who rebelled against Eden, for them, it is heroes who can cause heavy damage to Eden.
The premise is that they don't know the reality that Paradise Lost has begun to be counter-killed and brainwashed by Adam, and they won't take them to the mechanical police to get paid.
The red-haired man gathered the three of them again suspiciously, pondered for a while, and said, "Bring them all back to me."
The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angels who threw mines~~: 2 myvanillaworld; Xia Ran, Xia Ran, and 1 Xiaojin;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Xiaojin