A long, long time ago.
In a clean office, there was a girl and a teacher. They were drinking hot coffee and chatting. There was only a sofa, a table, and some scattered objects in the office.
The girl has a friend, and they are almost friends, but there is a third party who has been hindering them. This third party is like a yandere, and her actions have caused considerable psychological trauma to the girl.
The girl looked haggard. She wanted to save her friend because her friend had been controlled by a third party who didn't allow her to go out and play or communicate with her, causing her great discomfort.
The girl took a sip of coffee and looked very unhappy. Her tone sounded as if she had a serious illness. "Teacher, what should I do to avoid hurting others?"
The teacher was a psychiatrist, and he kept looking at the girl with a smile on his face: "You know what? There has always been an opposite in our world."
The girl was confused when she heard this: "What does this mean?"
The teacher slowly sat down, an inexplicable glint in his eyes: "There is a world exactly like ours, and in that world there are people exactly like us."
Girl: "Are they repeating the same thing to us?"
The teacher smiled gently. "No, they are here to bear the pain for us. They will bear all the pain you are going through here. So, do whatever you want. The pain is all borne by them."
The girl seemed to feel a little better. She took a deep breath and calmed herself down. "Is that so? Is there really someone who endures pain for me?"
The teacher was firm in her statement: "It will definitely exist."
I read on slowly, but the rest of the story had long disappeared. I would never know how the story would develop next. Did the person who suffered for her really exist?
Lucia sat beside the bed, lying on top of me, listening to my story quietly, but the sudden interruption of the story also aroused Lucia's curiosity.
Lucia: "Commander, is this the end of the story?"
I patted Lucia's head helplessly. "There's nothing we can do. The archaeological team only found this much, and it's from 2010, a difference of 100 years. It's already very rare."
Lucia thought about that opposing world, a complicated expression on her face: "Commander, if that world really exists, would the people in that world really endure pain unconditionally?"
I looked at Lucia and guessed that she might be thinking about the part of her memory loss and Alpha's past experiences.
Alpha is also suffering for Lucia. Where is she? I only know a little about Alpha's past, and Lucia knows a little bit too. I really just hope she can get out of this predicament.
I whispered, "Lucia, crawl on top of me."
Lucia was now wearing a white long-sleeved shirt. Her hair was not tied up but dragged down her back. Her face was slightly red. "What's wrong, Commander?"
As she said that, she knelt on the bed, kicked her shoes off the bed, supported her legs on both sides of my body, and looked at me with her watery eyes.
I held Lucia in my arms and caressed her hair lovingly. "This idea that you are in another world and will suffer for me is definitely fake."
Lucia pressed herself against my chest. “I know that, but isn’t Miss Alpha like me in another world?”
I pinched Lucia's face hard and said angrily, "Commander, you're not human! Don't keep thinking about Alpha. Everyone is around you. Of course, the most important one is me. As for Alpha, we will definitely bring her back."
As I spoke, a happy smile appeared on my face. Lucia was deeply touched by my smile: "Yes! I still have the commander and everyone else."
Me: "You are my future bride, how could I possibly let you down? I will definitely protect you."
We looked each other in the eyes. "Yes! I am the Commander's bride."
I joked, "I'm sure you'll give birth to many children for the Commander in the future."
Lucia's face flushed. "I understand. Commander, I'll give you as many as you want."
I gently lifted Lucia's hair and said, "Come and kiss!"
I slowly moved forward and entangled with Lucia.
[Two days later]
Vanessa: "Can't get any information from these defecting constructs?"
Asimov: "They are completely damaged. Their sea of consciousness has long since collapsed. They can't produce anything."
Vanessa couldn't help but bite her fingertips with her teeth: "Damn it! I've already done this, and it's still fucking useless."
District 9 is the area most seriously affected by the red tide. Vanessa sent over 2,000 constructs and humans there without informing me, which led to this attack.
Except for more than 800 people who received emergency treatment, the rest all died. It was a gamble with a very high cost, but still no information was obtained.
Asimov looked at the computer in front of him and the information about the deaths of the rebels. Suddenly, an idea occurred to him: "Why don't you check the previous information of these constructs?"
Vanessa slammed the table in anger. "I've checked everything I could, but I can't find anything. I think someone who was promoted found him when he joined the army and turned him against the government."
Asimov bit the lollipop and said helplessly: "That's not what I meant. You should know that each construct has its own number."
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