Yu Xunge touched her chest, trying to find where her conscience, which sometimes worked and sometimes didn't, was. She had to dig it out and step on it.
B8017913: "I want to taste and record the emotion called 'hope'. After you leave, I can simulate this emotion myself.
"I need to simulate this emotion! To nourish my will."
Yu Xunge’s brows gradually frowned. It was okay to take the first step, but he had to take the second step.
B8017913 might be selfless to the mechanical race, but she was not of the same kind as B8017913.
For things that he couldn't understand but felt were unreasonable, Yu Xunge would always handle them by saying "there must be a trap behind this."
The softness in her heart disappeared in an instant, and she actually felt dull. They were all the same. After gaining wisdom and emotions, the mechanical race and the elves were all the same.
When chatting and bickering in the 1211 business district, B8017913 showed some awkwardness and unfamiliarity with emotions, which seemed fake in retrospect.
Yu Xunge let out a long sigh, this time he really didn't feel any reluctance at all.
She stood up again, her voice no longer warm, and she said, "I'm leaving now. It's nice to meet you."
As if sensing and analyzing Yu Xunge's mood, B8017913 no longer played the emotional card: "Take me out, we can sign a contract, I will work for you for a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years! Take me away!"
The sound became more and more excited, until it sounded like the crackling sound only made by old electrical appliances.
It's horrible, it's horrible here.
It had only been a few hours, but it had already experienced collapse and despair.
Zaijiuxunge couldn't understand what the mechanical people were saying, but it could.
They were all crazy, tirelessly pouring out their thoughts over the years, but all their words were disorganized gibberish, with more than a dozen different languages of all races mixed in one sentence.
It ignored Zaijiu Xunge at first because it was worried that she came to find it in order to steal its crystal yuan.
It listened quietly to Zaijiu Xunge calling its number again and again.
It was a strange yet wonderful feeling, it was reluctant to interrupt, and it would never get tired of listening to the song even if it drank and sang hundreds of times.
It has served on the world's battlefields for hundreds of years, but the number of times it has heard its own number can be counted on one's fingers.
No, not a handful, it's never been heard of.
There is no need for them to address each other, they can communicate with each other by sending some silent radio waves.
Alien players? They came and went in a hurry. Even if there were cheerful players like Zaijiu Xunge, they would only chat for a few words at most. No one would remember their own numbers, and no one would speak their own numbers in English.
People call them "Hey", "that mechanical family", "that mechanical barrel", "that robot", and all kinds of names. They are used to them.
In the sound of "B8017913", B8017913 felt complete.
It turns out that being complete is not just about expressing emotions and learning to think, you also need to be remembered by others.
When it first analyzed that Zaijiu Xunge really just wanted to chat with it, it thought there was something wrong with its program.
When they chatted like friends, it was frantically calculating and analyzing every word Zaijiuxunge said, trying to find the meaning behind her words.
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