The night smell of rust.
Because too much will was placed on it, all the things placed here are rotten things.
Chu Shangli's hand caressed the melted droplets——
"You adapt quickly." He said with an almost sarcastic smile.
"Actually, that's not the case..." Chu Shangli replied, "Perhaps the reason I was chosen is because I can find a sense of commonality here. If I hadn't been chosen by you, I might have embarked on this path."
"Are you belittling yourself?"
"It's not that I'm looking down on you." Chu Shangli smiled: "I'm just honestly expressing my feelings—"
"Honest...?" He sighed lightly: "What a luxurious statement. You know very well that neither I nor that person named Chu Moyin are honest——"
"But, this has nothing to do with me——because both of you can be considered my masters."
Such thoughts came out of her mouth.
"Master? I think Chu Moyin is more like your servant—"
"That's just a programming issue. Once I gain a higher level of intelligence, I'll feel that my sister—or should I say, brother—is closer to my ideal type—"
"The gender of a robot isn't that important, is it? After all, it can be transformed simply by replacing parts. And with the help of that cat, even humans who can't replace parts can be transformed."
"But that technology is based on your research..."
"Well..." He let out a low laugh. "But, I haven't actually considered applying that kind of research to humans. So, if you say that kind of research also belongs to me, I wouldn't be happy at all."
"Yeah."
"However, it is quite satisfactory that it can serve as material to advance my research."
The sound kept floating in my ears——
Chu Shangli suddenly opened his eyes, and the smell of rust had been replaced by the smell of engine oil.
When he sat up, he found himself lying among a group of mechanical bodies, but his level had been raised one level—
The voice in my dream just now - if I heard it correctly, it was indeed Wei Shengfan.
Wei Shengfan's voice, slightly hoarse—
Why is it hoarse? When Chu Shangli pondered this question, he recalled the uncertain floating shadow in his dream.
It turns out that it’s because we are not in the same time period.
That was—it was supposed to be later.
Chu Shangli put his hand on his chest—he could feel his heartbeat, and there was no "crunching" sound when his brain processed data.
But the experience just now was very clear——
Rather than a dream, it is more like fragments of memories flooding back.
Chu Shangli stood up and spun around in the space he had actively requested to live in.
At this moment, she suddenly understood the truth about the birdcage.
In fact, the so-called birdcage is simply—
A tangible experience of a fantasy place.
No wonder no one can find themselves, because if you just put your brain into the nutrient solution and input your own data into it, it will be a completely simulated space.
"Finally remembered?" the system said in a cold voice: "That is to say - after your mind is on the verge of collapse, all subsequent experiences are simulations of the simulator. In fact, you have not truly experienced them -"
Even in the virtual device, there is no trace of my existence. Is it because I was actually dead at that time?
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