Chapter 183 Holographic Electronic Rose 4 The Crying and Noisy Home Appliance

Used radios, LCD screens, electrode plates, data cables, external communicator devices, headphones, speakers...

It walked barefoot on the tiles, picking out the interesting little things in the room one by one.

These long-obsolete electronic components were found by 07, repaired and placed randomly. Judging from the amount of dust they had accumulated, he didn't use them often.

In Blue Lake City, even street thugs have brain computers, but this mercenary who can sleep in a bed does not have one and even uses an old-fashioned communicator.

It glanced at 07 who was sleeping soundly, then turned and walked into the living room. The electrical appliances here were just like those electrical antiques, old in style and could be broken apart with a kick.

There are all kinds of messy things piled up in the room, but you can see some pattern: the unwashed dirty clothes are thrown next to the bulky washing machine, and the clean clothes are thrown on the sofa or in the closet, or on the bed in the bedroom.

Stacks of paper magazines were stacked in an interlaced pattern next to the dining table, and a book of moderate thickness, "Electronic Mechanics from Beginner to Expert", was just the right size to cushion the table, which was missing a corner.

interesting……

The sky was still dark and the rain was already slowly subsiding.

It walked back to the sofa and covered its head with clothes like a child getting ready to play a game.

This room is like a history museum, where time is suspended before the technological explosion. The bulky, inefficient old things hide here and become the darlings of this human race.

interesting.

07 had a messy dream all night, dreaming that his home appliances turned into people. After washing up, he didn't wake up, and he picked up a piece of clothing from the sofa with his bare upper body.

When their eyes met, the boy's black eyes were filled with grievance, his eye circles were red, and tears fell silently.

…

07 He turned away and covered his head. He forgot that the home appliance was not a human being, but he had brought back a human-shaped home appliance.

"I..." The boy's voice was a little nasal. 07 lowered its head and looked at him. It immediately closed its mouth and looked up at him carefully.

07 He held the shirt in his hand impatiently without putting it on. He turned his head away and backed away to find a chair to sit on. He almost fell before he could sit still.

"What do you want to say?"

"I...can I move and talk now?"

07 He picked up the milk carton on the table and poured it into his mouth, waving his hand as if he didn't care, but his other hand was busy grabbing the clothes he was not wearing, and his panic was only making it more obvious.

The boy suddenly jumped off the sofa and hugged his waist. 07 didn't look at him, and only realized it when he was hugged, and choked suddenly.

"It's really dark at night... You don't let me move, and you don't let me talk... You hate me..."

07 was crying and sobbing, clutching his clothes and almost surrendering, but his fingertips felt a water stain on the clothes.

Will home appliances be afraid of the dark and shed tears all night?

07 pushed it and was immediately hugged tighter. He saw its bare legs pressed against the tiles, its face red from tears, and it was tossing and turning as it accused him.

"Get up first."

It looked up at 07, sat on the cold tiles and watched 07 carefully, tears dripping from the corners of its rosy eyes, and its eyelids were swollen.

"Don't you like me? Are you going to throw me away soon?" It asked in a low voice, carefully putting its hand on his knee and looking up at 07.

07 He took a deep breath and tapped his fingers anxiously on the table. He took a few breaths and wanted to say something, but he kept saying you...I...for a long time.

Rich people all play with such perverted things, they just like this... Such crying and noisy home appliances?

"I'm very capable, really. I can help you with many things... Please don't hate me."

I don’t hate it.

07 scratched his eyebrows and looked down at the appliance. No matter how much it looked like a human, it was still an appliance. But... he couldn't bear to do it. He wasn't the kind of pervert who liked to buy a bionic man and take him home to abuse him without restraint.

"Get up." 07 took a deep breath, grabbed his collar and pulled him up.

The hem of the shirt was pulled up, and 07 suddenly let go and pulled the hem of his loose T-shirt down.

I brought it back a few nights ago and just put a shirt on it without thinking too much about it.

It also crossed its legs and covered its front with its hands in panic, then snatched the milk carton from his hand to change the subject.

"Don't drink cold drinks in the morning. It's bad for your health. I'll go cook."

07 didn’t stop it, but a not very decent thought suddenly popped up in his mind.

What's the point of covering the front? You should cover the back. It seems that although he is not a pervert, he is not a saint either.

Soon, there were clanging sounds coming from the small space that could barely be called a kitchen, and finally ended with the sound of something metal falling to the ground with a bang.

07 He hastily put on his shirt and walked to the kitchen door, where he watched him holding the plate, helplessly pressing here and there.

"Old-style gas stoves need to be twisted, and microwave ovens also need to be twisted. You can't put a glass bottle directly in, or it will explode."

07 Guessing that this expensive home appliance probably never thought of using these antique things, he calmly made himself breakfast.

Although he never had breakfast before.

It stood silently at the edge of the narrow aisle, its beautiful black eyes staring at him without blinking, without saying a word.

"I'm sorry, I'm really not likable."

It followed 07 out like a little tail, watched him eat with disappointment, and stood beside the dining table at a loss.

“Usefulness is not the criterion for being likable.”

07 I refuted it without thinking, but then I felt like I was crazy for talking about values with a home appliance.

The lost look on its face paused, its pupils shrank, and it blinked suddenly, locking onto this interesting human.

“Beep, beep…”

The communicator rang, and it turned around and helped him get it and placed it next to 07.

"Finally you picked up the phone. Can't you just install a computer? You have to wait every time I contact you..."

The old communicator's sound playback effect is like that of a loudspeaker, so it can naturally hear it clearly.

It glanced at the back of 07's neck and found that there was not even an interface chip that he could use since birth.

"Okay, okay, I'm annoying you if I say more... Anyway, the news you asked me to spread has already spread, but Pro may not believe that you didn't take the goods, so you'd better be careful when you go out recently."

07 He tapped his fingers on the table and slowly finished eating the beautifully shaped fried egg.

"Ah, someone found me and wants you to do a job. It's a fair job, so it's free. If you're interested, come to the Dirty Words Bar this morning to meet the middleman."

07 didn't agree immediately, but just thanked him in a low voice, hung up the communicator, put on his coat and walked out.

Its eyes followed 07 closely all the way to the door. 07 put on his hood, turned around and saw its pitiful look, paused, and finally coughed lightly.

"You just wait for me to come back. Don't go out, don't connect to the internet, and don't touch the things on my console..." 07 thought for a moment and didn't miss anything: "In short, you just be good and don't do unnecessary things."

It nodded, maintaining its obedient appearance until 07 closed the door.

Goods... Pro...

It sat contentedly on the chair and quickly came to the conclusion that it was the "goods" that this human had stolen.

And it is highly likely that humans still don’t know what it is.

But... it looked up at the broken mirror on the wardrobe with some annoyance, where a black-haired boy was sitting at the dining table, his black eyes filled with inorganic indifference.

It itself doesn't know what it is.

The dynamic sound of electronic synthesizers came from the bedroom window. The boy recognized the instruments and electronic sounds in the sound, but still curiously lay down by the window and looked down.

The sticky, fuzzy female voice stretched out its tone, rising and falling, full of suggestive and ambiguous teasing, like a sticky marshmallow stretched out.

The song is full of cheap and sweet plasticity, vulgar to the point of being obscene, but the sound is very nice.

It pressed its cheek against the glass, staring unblinking at the pink neon sign on the opposite block.

At the entrance of the store, a bionic man in a tight bright pink skirt was singing passionately and trying hard to attract passers-by.

"S-865379 Sex|Doll-like Bionic Man, Produced by Pro Company"

Its scan quickly produced results, the most common and most visible models, but it always felt that the singing was very special and different.

It turned around and looked at the door... It was only a block away, and it didn't want to stay here and wait for that human.

"What are you thinking about? You look absent-minded."

The bartender with fluorescent purple hair skillfully pushed a glass of wine to 07. The color was translucent, and a green olive was tucked in. It was the most classic and basic wine, the least likely to get you drunk, and therefore the most boring wine.

But it suits 07 very well, although he looks very different today.

"Did something special happen? Or did you finally meet someone who enlightened you?" The bartender was also 07's middleman. He was an old acquaintance of him, but he didn't understand him at all.

"You're overthinking it." 07 was indeed thinking about something special, that home appliance that could cry and make noise.

"You really are like a stuffy old man. You are like those idiots in the anti-intellectual society. You embrace technology. But you are so conservative. You don't like prosthetics and don't even want to install a brain machine. You are like an old man from the old times."

The bartender waved and a pretty blond boy walked back to the bar with a plate. The boy was wearing bunny ears and had a bright smile, but if you looked at him for a long time you could tell it was incongruous.

A bionic man.

"Baby, come and say hello to this mercenary gentleman."

The boy winked at 07 and approached him with a smile, but 07 dodged faster than anyone else and did not forget to move the wine glass away.

"You are an old man, and you really are. You don't want women, and you don't even like men."

The bartender waved the aggrieved boy over, put his arm around the boy's waist ambiguously and teased the silent mercenary.

"Or do you hate androids that much?"

07 glanced at them and replied coldly: "I don't accept being involved with home appliances. It makes me sick."

The bartender was not angry at all, and shrugged to let the boy go. He already knew what kind of weirdo 07 was, and he was not interested in body modification, chips, and the like, and he avoided bionic people like the plague.

He doesn't like to socialize with people on weekdays, and he doesn't have any bad habits... In fact, in Blue Lake City, what can be considered a bad habit? He just smokes, drinks a little too much, and gets into inexplicable fights.

Apart from his work, this guy is just like a peace-loving old man.

"Okay, okay, I feel sick." The bartender smiled and shook his head: "The bionic man just now is called Arno, the latest model, but it's not cheap at all. I don't even like this."

07 suddenly remembered the one at home. It was strange that he never felt anything wrong with it. He had to remind himself all the time that it was not a person but a home appliance.

"Is this what the best bionic person looks like now? Is there a bionic person with black hair, black eyes, who likes to make noises and cry..." 07 paused and added: "A bionic person who is also clumsy but very well-behaved?"