I am a printer

The Memory Master followed the crowd to a five-story shopping mall.

The crowd was like sardines in a can, faces pressed against the back of the head, toes against heels, chests against backs. They took the escalator up the stairs in a crowded but orderly manner, and crowded in three layers around the fence of the atrium on each floor.

The spacious and bright atrium of the shopping mall is beautifully decorated, and the performance stage on the ground floor can be seen at a glance through the transparent fence.

The illusionist stood on the third floor and looked down, and it felt like people were looking forward to a performance.

She couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If she hadn't spoken up just now, she could ask someone now why they were gathered here.

However, "gathering" behavior may be a trivial matter in daily life. She must follow the rules and pretend to be accustomed to it and cannot raise any questions.

Soon, the illusionist knew why people gathered.

The mall staff brought in a strange animal that was 5 meters tall. Its body was made up of 9 white cylinders:

The four cylinders that make up the legs support the horizontal torso cylinder and are walking in an uncoordinated manner; the cylinder that makes up the head swings from side to side as if begging for food.

Next to the stage on the first floor, a man standing in the front row lifted up his little daughter. The girl giggled and touched the animal's head, and the two cylinders that made up its ears immediately moved with joy.

The illusionist pushed forward to examine the strange animal more closely. She couldn't tell what the white cylinder was made of, so she could only think of it as a mechanical animal made up of nine parts.

But the machine's performance was so realistic that it even wagged its tail happily after its legs were touched.

A child asked in a baby voice: "Mom, how long do we have to play with it before we can eat it?"

The child's mother said perfunctorily: "We can eat after everyone has had enough fun."

What is this? Isn’t this a robot? The Memory Master was completely stunned.

She couldn't imagine that the simple four-legged animal made up of nine cylinders in front of her could actually be eaten.

As if in response to the child's words, several staff members pushed over a large pot. Bubbles were bubbling out of the pot, emitting a spicy smell, as if they were going to use the 5-meter-tall animal for hot pot.

The white animal felt the steam from the hot pot and began to twist its entire body even harder.

However, its body parts were really disappointing. Its ears and tail were twisting separately, and its four legs were moving separately. Even its torso did not coordinate with its legs and moved in a disorderly manner.

Like a monster made up of 9 flesh worms.

Once this thought came, it was hard to get rid of it. The illusionist looked at the unknown animals on the stage uncomfortably and heard the people cheering.

She couldn't cheer, but she didn't want to break the rules.

In order to make herself look normal and not like an outlier, she raised her hands and clapped them a few times to get by.

"Pa pa——" This is the sound of the illusionist clapping his hands casually.

"Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap" This was the unanimous and simultaneous applause from other people in the mall.

The next second, everyone on the third floor turned to look at the Memory Master, the people on the first and second floors looked up at the third floor, and the people on the fourth and fifth floors lowered their heads.

Her hair stood on end and a scream was blocked in the mouth of the illusionist. She was extremely glad that she sold her voice to the vending machine.

Under everyone's silent gaze, the Memory Master was unable to move.

She raised her hands with all her might and clapped tentatively:

"Pah, pah, pah"

As if receiving a satisfactory answer, the crowd returned to normal, and everyone continued to laugh, discuss, and celebrate for the upcoming delicious food.

The white animal on the stage twisted even more frantically, as if it was trying to save itself from being eaten by trying to please something.

The children were laughing and shouting around the animals, hitting them with their hands and kicking them with their feet. The parents were looking at their lively and active children with kind smiles on their faces.

The staff member who pushed the hot pot over stood aside and picked his nails out of boredom.

They were then instructed to cut the white animal into nine pieces and throw them into boiling chili water.

At the same time, the crowd was boiling.

The illusionist felt a little nauseous for some reason, and she wanted to leave this damn place. Just then, a hand was placed on her shoulder:

"Lunch break is almost over, aren't you going back to the printing factory?"

The illusionist turned around and saw a woman wearing the same work clothes as her, with a work badge hanging on her suit jacket.

【Previous Printing Factory

Name: Woman

What's going on? If the Memory Master could speak, she would want to shout "question mark, question mark, question mark". How could there be someone named "woman"?

Unfortunately, she couldn't say anything, so she could only smile and nod, then follow the woman out of the mall.

The printing factory is next to the big shopping mall, also a five-story building. The illusionist easily found Kang Kang's workstation because there was a sticker of Teddy Bear on it.

Now when she looks at Teddy Bear, she really feels like she is looking at her own cat. She finds it pleasing to the eye and cute.

The Memory Master sat at his workstation bored, not knowing what to do.

The company where Kang Kang works is called a printing factory, but she is doing clerical work that makes no sense.

The Memory Master sat in front of the computer, with no one around and no clues. Then she made a decision that she would regret for a long time - turning on the computer.

The computer screen was blank, with a series of icons displayed on the taskbar at the bottom.

【Eyes】【Eyes】

【Battery warning】 【Battery warning】

【Connected】【Uploaded】

[Look up]

The illusionist held her neck tightly, determined not to move. A human-shaped shadow was cast on the desktop, warm breath sprayed on her scalp, thin strands of hair gently brushed her ears, and the two eyes on the screen seemed to blink.

Picking up the mouse, the Memory Master concentrated and started doing Kang Kang's clerical work.

She moved the mouse and checked each icon. Eyes was in eye protection mode; Battery warning meant it was time to change the battery; Connected meant it was connected to the Internet...

The voice above my head suddenly said: "Look up."

The eye protection mode icon opened and closed, and the illusionist, who was both deaf and blind, put his hands on the keyboard and began to type.

She stared at the center of the screen and quickly typed:

[I am an ordinary person, and there is nothing abnormal in the company. I am an ordinary person, and there is nothing abnormal in the company...]

The screen was blank and the sound of typing echoed in the office.

The voice said again: "The keyboard data cable is not connected properly, please lower your head and check it."

The memory master glanced at the taskbar and found that the icon had changed again. Looking up turned into looking down, and the two eye icons slowly turned red.

She continued typing:

[I am an ordinary person, and there is nothing abnormal in the company. ]

When the illusionist's hands were sore from beating him, the woman finally came over with a cup of water.

The woman reached out to turn off the screen and gave the illusionist a task: "Kang Kang, the printer in the conference room is broken, go and fix it."

At this moment, the illusionist no longer dared to dislike the name of this colleague. She was finally freed from the increasingly weird task bar by the woman.

The Memory Master stepped into the conference room.

......

I am a printer.

It's hard to explain to you why, but I am a printer.

I don't know why I would want to explain this to you, I'm a printer anyway.

What? You said someone called the Memory Master came to the conference room to punish me. I didn't see her.

Oh yes, she did have her work badge with her, and it showed her name was Kang Kang.

You asked me how I knew her name was actually the Memory Master when her name on her work badge was Kang Kang.

This question stumped me and made me think about it carefully.

I know why!

Because I am a printer, people wearing Kang Kang work badges must have signed their names with Memory Master when printing documents, so I thought her name was Memory Master.

Why are you not talking?

Forget it, let me introduce myself formally.

I am a printer belonging to the printing factory on the upper floor. I stand quietly in the corner of the conference room, living next to potted plants. I am ready to serve every employee at any time.

I have a square body and a simple appearance. There are two indicator lights and a button on my control panel, which allows you to easily operate and understand my working status.

Unfortunately, my voice is broken. If you see a vending machine that looks like a penguin, please help redeem my voice.

When you need to print a document, just send me a command and I will print it.

Sorry, it may have been broken for too long and I forgot how to print. I will try to refresh my memory by printing out my day's experiences.

Here is a fresh print:

[I woke up at home and saw a cute teddy bear, and then I was blocked by a vending machine and couldn’t get out.

How strange! According to common sense, vending machines should be placed on street corners or in the corridor of a first floor of an apartment building. Why is this machine blocking my door?

After I went out, I saw a murderous old lady who was building a shack with body parts. It was disgusting.

On the way to work, I saw a strange animal made of 9 cylinders. Afterwards, my colleagues took me back to the printing factory to continue working.

The company doesn’t even have an attendance system! Although I’m a printer and don’t seem to need to record attendance, I still need a place to clock in and out.]

As you can see, what is presented on the paper is my experiences and thoughts of the day, and I finally remembered how to perform the printing function.

I will continue to work hard to improve my performance, increase printing speed, ensure printing quality, and reduce consumables costs. Just to bring a more efficient and convenient printing experience to the company. I am your right-hand man in work and life, and I am at your service at any time.

......

The woman walked into the meeting room and laboriously carried a thick stack of A4 paper.

She said to the printer, "Make a copy of all of these."

There is no response from the printer.

The woman kicked the printer impatiently: "You have just been repaired, the ink cartridge is full, enough to print all these, hurry up!"

The printer slowly picked up an A4 paper and swallowed it whole. The hard edges of the paper scratched the printer's mouth, but the printer felt no pain.

The woman nodded in satisfaction, looking at the printer expectantly, the printer's nails digging into the edges of her face.

......

I am a printer and just received a copying instruction from an employee.

I am a printer and also have a copying function. Let me introduce to you the principle of copying.

Copying mainly utilizes the principles of optical imaging and electrostatic imaging.

First, when you put the original to be copied on my copy table, my scanning system starts working and reflects or transmits the image of the original...

So strange.

I am a printer, but I see and understand the text of the manuscript. I use no optics or electrostatics, I see with my eyes and understand with my brain, and it says:

Chapter 1. Dada, Dada

The player, Memory Master, wakes up in a cozy home.

The one-bedroom, one-living-room home of more than 40 square meters is mainly decorated in beige and light wood colors, and is spotless like a model room.

Right in front of the bed was a dressing mirror. The illusionist saw herself in the mirror. She was a young woman around 25 years old, with a pretty face but nothing special about her.

I am a printer.

I am a printer

I am not a printer, I am a 25-year-old pretty young woman

I am not a young woman, am I Kang Kang?

I am not Kang Kang, am I a memory master?

I'm not a memory master, I'm Chen--me!