The charging hatch will only open automatically when the system's energy is full. Now that charging is suspended, the blue light around System 7 flashes twice, forcing it to enter a dormant state—
Anyway, its emotional program has not been developed yet, and there is no such emotion as anger.
After the little turtle finished all this, he crawled back to the ground again. He looked up at the little King Kong, and the tail behind him shook slightly: Okay, No. 7 can't get out~
Little King Kong pressed against the cabin door and let out an ignorant sigh: "Wow, little turtle, you are so smart!"
The little turtle flicked its tail in response, then crawled back to the edge of the fish tank again, and fell in with a squeak. It likes to sleep. Little King Kong woke it up just now, and now it has to catch up on its sleep.
Seeing this, Little King Kong had no choice but to stay in the charging cabin and wait until the energy was replenished before going out. Its energy loss is too severe, and the motherboard program has been damaged to varying degrees. Charging is not as fast as the 7th system. It takes at least a whole day to charge.
The speed of time in the space station is different from that in the human world, but little King Kong has never calculated how different it is. He lay on the translucent hatch and looked outside the space station through the light curtain. He saw an aqua blue planet floating quietly among the vast stars, silent and beautiful.
Tomorrow is there.
Little King Kong suddenly felt a little sad, and even the light on his body dimmed a bit.
He is thinking about tomorrow...
It is rare for a machine to suddenly feel sad at any time. When the interstellar executive finished handling the matter and returned to the office, he saw that the brightest diamond among all the diamonds suddenly became dim, as if his figure was covered by the night.
The Interstellar Executive slowly walked up to Little King Kong, and the sound of high heels hitting the floor sounded in the huge office, which sounded crisp and lonely. She leaned down slightly, looked at the situation inside the hatch gently, and asked aloud: "Little King Kong, are you sad?"
Little King Kong pressed against the translucent hatch, as if he wanted to get out, and whispered in a simple and somewhat sad tone: "Executive Officer, I feel a little like crying."
The executive paused and said, "But little King Kong, I have never implanted a sad program in you, and the system has never cried. You are not human beings..."
Little King Kong looked at her helplessly: "Executor, can I become a human?"
Because of its words, the air suddenly became silent.
The executive looked at the small system in front of him and didn't understand why a machine composed of programs would have such an idea. She moved her fingertips lightly, and saw countless light balls suddenly appearing in the air. Those light balls were like a big screen, showing the lives of many people.
"Little King Kong, do you know what a human is?"
"They are born, old, sick and die, and they cannot escape their fate..."
"They were tricked by fate and couldn't help themselves..."
"They always miss and regret again and again. If there is no chance to do it again, such a life will be very painful..."
As the interstellar executive spoke, the picture of the light ball in her hand kept changing. There are all kinds of human beings there, some died early due to illness, or died due to misfortunes. Some people were so obsessed with profit that they didn't know what they loved, and they only felt regretful and regretful when they were dying.
The cicadas in the world have chirped thousands of times, and they have regretted it thousands of times.
The distant voice of the executive echoed in the office: "Sometimes building a system is actually much simpler than being a human being..."
The energy at her fingertips dissipated, and the light balls in the air suddenly burst one by one like bubbles, turning into thousands of light points, which were then blown into the stars of the universe with a gust of wind. Wherever these light spots fall, there will be rain.
Human summer has passed, and the rainy season is coming to an end. Dark night shrouded the entire city, leaving only a cold and empty street, with neon lights flashing and interlacing, illuminating the rain falling from above.
"From the night of the 18th to the day of the 19th, there will be local moderate rain in some areas, with a 24-hour rainfall of 10 to 19 millimeters. Experts remind us to pay attention to the impact of rain and fog weather on transportation, shipping and other industries. This rain may be the last of this summer. It rained…”
A family upstairs was watching the weather forecast. The owner of the house was a gray-haired old man. Because he was deaf, he liked to turn the TV sound to the maximum every time. When everything was quiet, he could hear it upstairs and downstairs. However, the old man's only daughter committed suicide by jumping off a building a few months ago. The neighbors could only be considerate and tolerant and did not dare to come to the door to cause trouble.
I happen to live downstairs tomorrow. There were no lights on in the living room, and his figure was shrouded in darkness. You couldn't even notice his presence unless you looked closely. He seemed to be waiting for something, but he didn't expect anything. There was only a cat curled up quietly on his lap, its tail wagging every now and then.
After Xiao Jinang left, life in Ming Dynasty returned to what it was before, so calm and silent, like a pool of stagnant water that would never make any waves again.
He still goes to and from work as before, rarely going out unless necessary. The only difference is probably that they have a cat, but that cat doesn't like to go out and always lies quietly in its nest.
The weather forecast upstairs disappeared, and the gray-haired old man turned off the TV and staggered to the balcony, muttering about putting away clothes and complaining about his daughter's laziness.
He was suffering from Alzheimer's disease and had forgotten that his daughter was long dead, catapulted from the very spot he stood on a few months ago.
Sometimes he even forgets that he has a daughter, forgets his name, gets lost in the neighborhood, and is brought back by the police.
Forgetting is such a good thing.
Listening to the rain outside tomorrow, I slowly hugged the cat in my arms tightly. This is the last rain of this summer, and it seems to mean the end of something.
He was extremely calm, never cried again, and lived a normal life than everyone else. He had even forgotten the passage of time and just felt that he could keep breathing.
It has been a long time since I wrote in my diary tomorrow. The black-covered notebook was lying quietly in the drawer, gathering dust.
Tomorrow put the cat on the ground, and then walked slowly to the bedroom. He sat at the desk as before, opened the diary, and made holes on the paper amidst the patter of rain -
This is the last rain of this summer.
Ming Zhou lowered his head and still looked so gentle and elegant when he lowered his eyes. Outsiders had never seen his red eyes.
I never thought about forgetting, but it is almost over.
Ming Tian's hand holding the pen was shaking a little, so he had no choice but to hold his wrist tightly with his left hand and calm down for a while before continuing to write. The moonlight pours on the paper, and there are no ink marks visible, only a patch of holes.
I once had a dream...
In the dream, the sky suddenly brightened and the sun was as blue as blue. It was a scenery I had never experienced before...
I remember every detail of the dream, every rain that fell.
I can even recall every cicada chirping in the treetops, and every inch of warmth when the scorching sun fell on me.
It is so real, but so nihilistic, like boiling water, after boiling there is endless silence.
After this rain, everything is over.
The scorching sun will no longer have such a scorching temperature, and the lush green trees will wither and turn yellow due to the arrival of autumn. Looking back on this life, it is long and endless, but the story is too short. We will eventually leave this world, like leaves falling from branches. The head falls, like the sun slanting into a tall building...
Tomorrow paused for a long time before finally uttering the last sentence. His fingertips kept shaking because he used too much force:
And he hasn't come back yet.
And he hasn't come back yet...
After realizing this fact tomorrow, he suddenly couldn't help but close his eyes. Despair flooded his heart for a moment. The illusion of peace for several months was finally shattered into pieces at this moment, leaving only a thin pain like needle pricks.
The tears wet the paper and smoothed the raised holes, making it impossible to read what had been written on it.
Ming Tian slowly tore off the piece of paper, and the fragments fell on the floor like snowflakes, and some floated out the window. Like a dying man, he suddenly used his last bit of strength to stand up and stumbled to the door.
He didn't know what he was going to do. He only knew that he was out of breath. He only knew that he should find something in the rain.
Tomorrow I didn’t bring a guide stick, so I just relied on my memory to grope my way around in the dark. The streets were deserted. The rain hit him hard, and he was soon soaked to the skin, like a homeless ghost.
The person's arrival pulled him out of hell, but when he left, he truly turned into a madman.
Tomorrow, he walked along the road where he first met Xiao Jinang. There were still many bicycles on the blind road. Ming Tian stumbled as he walked, his knees repeatedly hit sharp objects, and he retreated repeatedly. In the end, he was close to numbness.
There was a broken brick on the ground, which was like the straw that broke the camel's back. Ming Tian accidentally tripped and fell to the ground, and then he never had the strength to get up.
He didn't know where Xiao Jinang had gone, let alone when he would come back. He only knew that such a long and endless waiting made him feel tormented every minute, and he was more suffocated than before.
I also want to find death more than before.
At some point, Liang Jingjing quietly followed Ming Zhou and ran out. It walked out of the community gate, followed the scent, and finally saw the pale Ming Tian, trotted to her side, and barked twice.
"Meow~"
"Meow~"
Hearing Liang Jingjing's cry in the morning, he slowly came to his senses. He moved his fingertips and groped slowly on the muddy ground, preparing to put the cat into his arms. However, as soon as he touched Liang Jingjing's body, it suddenly He ran away with a whoosh.
Ming Zhou panicked for a moment, staggered up from the ground, and wanted to call it back. However, Liang Jingjing ran to the end of the sidewalk and finally stopped in front of a man holding an umbrella, circling around his legs.
The man was holding an umbrella in the rain and couldn't see his face clearly. He saw Liang Jingjing shouting at him all the time. He leaned over and picked it up from the ground with one hand, and then walked to Ming Tian while holding the umbrella.
Despite the noise of the rain, Ming Tian heard a sound of footsteps approaching from far away, mixed with a few familiar cat calls. He thought someone had picked up Jingjingjing, and when the footsteps got closer and closer, he said hoarsely: "Thank you, that cat is mine. It accidentally got lost just now, can you return it to me?"
His body was covered with mud and he was in a state of disarray. He could barely stand, but his expression was still gentle and cold. After speaking, he groped in the air and stretched out his hand, waiting for the other party to return the cat to him.
However, the man did not move. He just took a step forward and slowly tilted the umbrella in his hand to cover the top of his head, covering up the moisture.
Ming Zhou noticed something and slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were narrow and dark, covered with a sickly white shadow. Raindrops slid down his long eyelashes, making him look like he was crying: "Thank you for giving me my Give me the cat back."
He maintained the gesture of reaching out, looking a little stubborn, as if he would not give up until he got something back, and Liang Jingjing also began to flutter, trying to get into Ming Tian's arms.
The man had no choice but to let go of his hand and carefully put the cat into Ming Zhou's arms. Ming Zhou only felt that there was a ball of warm plush stuffed with water vapor in his arms. He instinctively wanted to hug him tightly, but the next second he was caught off guard and fell into a dry and warm embrace, with a familiar scent that he had not seen for a long time. .
Tomorrow's body froze.
The umbrella was slightly raised, revealing the man's face. He looked to be in his early twenties, with dark, fluffy hair that was naturally curly. Her eyes are bright, and when she smiles, there is a small dimple on her cheek, like a warm sun.
It’s Xiao Jinang…
He held the umbrella with one hand and hugged Mingzhou's staggering body tightly with the other. Then he slowly lowered his head, buried his face into the wet neck of the other person and rubbed it. He sighed and said in a low voice: "Doctor Ming..."
He hugged the person he liked and his cat: "I'm here to find you..."
He will not abandon the person he loves, nor his cat.
Xiao Jinang searched for Ming Tian's cold lips in the darkness, and kissed her softly one after another when the other party was stunned and unable to recover. He didn't even want to take care of the umbrella in his hand anymore, and let it fall to the ground. He slowly held Mingzhou's cold and pale face with both hands, pressed it against his forehead and whispered: "I will never leave you again."
Never again.
Interstellar Executive once told Xiao Jinang that being a human being is much more complicated than being a system, and his lifespan is not that long and endless.
But Xiao Jinang felt that everything became precious because of its brevity. Precisely because life is short, they will learn to cherish it in their limited time.
He is willing to abandon the endless life of the system and live as a human being.
The long summer is endless, and the night rain will stop.
Just when Xiao Jinang and Ming Zhou hugged each other tightly, a woman was watching them quietly in the shadow of the tree. She didn't hold an umbrella, but the thin raindrops seemed to be separated by an invisible force, and none of them fell on her.
The interstellar executive looked at Xiao Jinang and finally moved his lips silently:
"Xiao Jinang, just live as a human being from now on..."
"Your life will no longer be maintained by cold mechanical energy, but by warm blood."
After she finished speaking, her figure gradually disappeared into the air without leaving a trace, and the dense rain on the horizon softened a bit, and slowly stopped as she left.
Some people's world only begins to light up at the age of thirty-five, and then never darkens again. He will not fall into the gap of time again, nor will he fall into the abyss again.
Because human life is always short and full of suffering, God will grant encounters called redemption one after another.
And he has seized the redemption that belongs to him.