Neural feedback

Ivy no longer understood what Lorraine wanted to do.

She had heard of his stance, knew that he was vocally opposed to androids and clones.

Before I got married, my parents talked about this during dinner.

Ireland is a religious person. She does not approve of androids and clones, but she also does not approve of destroying androids and clones that already have human consciousness.

However, since this is obviously not in line with current policies, parents only discuss it in private.

They actually crossed the wasteland, and surprisingly did not have much fear when talking about artificial intelligence and the self-aware robots that they often saw in the wasteland, which looked like humans but were not human.

When refugees are resettled, their memories are moderately erased because of "the psychological trauma caused by acid rain and the horrific experiences in the wasteland" to prevent these things from destroying their minds.

However, even after undergoing a moderate memory cleansing, Ireland does not have much hostility towards the intelligent robots in the wasteland.

She believes that those who "have human consciousness but are not accepted by humans" are very pitiful.

“It’s not their fault that they have consciousness,” Ireland sighed, “just like a child doesn’t decide to be ‘born’ on his own.”

This value has influenced Ivy to a certain extent.

Obviously, the government's attitude towards these two is not friendly, and the "policy of indiscriminate destruction" has continued from the post-war period to the present; after all, when the safe zone was the smallest and human power was the weakest, there were a large number of bionic people disguised as humans to transmit intelligence to artificial intelligence.

The safe zone is getting bigger now, but the lessons remain.

At some unspeakable moments, some "suspected bionics/clones" would be sent to prison and interrogation rooms for inexplicable reasons, which gradually evolved into a means of attacking political opponents - just like Tseri would come specifically to interrogate Ivy on charges of murder.

If Lorraine had not applied for other people to be supervised together, he really planned to torture Ivy severely and provoke Lorraine to violate the rules again, thereby confirming Lorraine's crime of "sheltering".

Ivy slowly figured it all out afterwards, but she couldn't figure out Lorraine's thoughts.

She doesn't know who "cloned" her, how many clones are there in the world, who is behind all this and what their purpose is.

She was unwilling to believe that the other party was just a kind-hearted "Guan Yin who delivers children".

From Lorraine's perspective? Her identity is suspicious and she should be killed immediately according to the law; but now the two are married, if something happens to her, Lorraine will be blamed.

Marrying an ordinary person already requires so many rounds of political review and information, not to mention that marriage is a transaction...

If her true identity were to be exposed, one could imagine what a heavy blow it would be to Lorraine's future.

"What are you thinking about?" Lorraine's hand touched her eyelids. Under the thin layer of skin, her eyeballs were trembling slightly. He leaned over and looked into her amber eyes. "Focus."

Ivy said honestly, "I'm wondering, shouldn't you be thinking about how to quickly cut ties with me and divorce me right now?"

Lorraine retracted his hand that was touching her eyelids, and he said, "If you want to reject me, you can just say it directly, without using this reason."

"No," Ivy said, "Well... aren't you worried? Now that you know who I am, and now..."

"I can handle that," Lorraine said. "You haven't answered my question yet."

Ivy looked into his eyes, her palms covered with sweat.

She realized that Lorraine had trimmed his hair and that his beard had obviously been shaved recently. If she sniffed it carefully, there was a smell of aftershave.

He had even taken a shower before visiting her parents and smelled clean, like a hard, pure, silver alloy.

She felt what Lorraine meant by "genetic attraction."

"Teacher," Ivy used this title out of habit. The pressure in her chest was slowly rising, but her heart was beating like thunder. "I'm not sure."

"Not sure?"

"Well," she said, "if there hadn't been any cloning, you probably wouldn't have to ask me this question. I'm already pregnant with you."

This answer made Lorraine smile, and this time it was more obvious. Ivy didn't need to use a ruler to measure the curvature of his mouth.

"Don't use honorifics," Lorraine said again, "Forget it, if this can make you more excited, it's okay."

Ivy curiously probed: "As long as I'm excited, can we go to the base classroom now--"

"Don't be so arrogant," Lorraine interrupted her sternly, "Please respect my profession... don't show that expression."

Ivy touched her face. Without a mirror, she didn't know what "that expression" looked like.

"Okay," Lorraine asked, "do you mind if I hold you now?"

Ivy didn't mind. She sat on Lorraine's lap generously, demonstrating her generosity with her actions.

Lorraine, who was sitting still, let out a dull sound. Ivy got busy and apologized anxiously: "Did you press it too hard? Don't bear it, I may need to use it again next time--"

"No," Lorraine pushed her back, "Sit down."

Ivy looked down and found that his hands were not as calm as his voice.

He was sweating a lot, and there was a mark on his wrist from wearing a watch for a long time, which was whiter than the surrounding skin - but now it was completely red with blood due to emotions.

"You were so loud last time, and you didn't say what was wrong," Lorraine said. "You can tell me your true feelings without compromising. I don't want you to have any resistance to Xing. It's a good thing... Ivy."

He said this in a serious tone, just like in class, as if to say, "Your notes were very problematic last time, and you didn't explain why you didn't understand. You can tell me your real doubts. I don't want you to have any resistance to learning. It's good... Ivy."

The last two words "Ivy" were spoken very slowly, and Ivy shuddered, and some dirty thoughts slowly formed in her mind. The cold metallic smell seemed to drown her mouth and nose, slowly invading her throat.

Oh no, she couldn't resist some serious intimacy. The sense of disconnection brought about by this gentlemanly manners and vulgar behavior quickly catalyzed the birth of Xingyu.

Lorraine smelled ripe coconuts.

Ivy sat on his lap. The unexpected events and tests of the past few days had caused her to lose a lot of muscle. Through her shirt, Lorraine felt her spine.

He thought of the leg bones that had been removed from his body.

Heartbeat, pulse, breathing.

The temperature was rising, and Lorraine's hand was on her back, the warm and moist feeling shone through the T-shirt into her palm.

She didn't resist the touch and adapted well.

"I feel very hot now." Ivy put her arms on his chest, feeling his chest rise and fall slowly with his long breaths. This clear perception gave her the illusion of controlling his breathing. "I——"

"Want to control my breathing?" Lorraine took her hand and pressed it against her chest. "You can make it faster or slower, Ivy, do you want to try?"

As he said these words, he quietly embraced Ivy completely and whispered, "As long as you allow me to come in."

"Can I?" Lorraine said. "Do you need me now?"

Ivy heard the thumping, thumping sound of her heart beating like a mad rabbit in her ears, as if it was about to start a fierce party in her heart.

"Yes, I need it," Ivy said, "but I feel like something is wrong. You are begging me, but it seems like I am begging you. It's so weird." She felt like she was the leader, but she always felt that the leadership was actually in his hands.

"We can think about this problem later." Lorraine put her hand on the metal buckle and opened it. "You did a good job, smart classmate Ivy. Look at me."

Ivy looked up and saw Lorraine holding her back with one hand and gently holding her chin with the other hand, then lowered his head and kissed her lips.

This kiss was softer than any other before.

But it was short-lived.

When Ivy wanted to continue, he left, lowering his eyes slightly. Ivy saw herself in his black spinel eyes.

She found that she looked as if she had been sunbathed on a tropical beach.

"Like coconut, Ivy," Lorraine lowered her head and sniffed her hair. "You smell great now."

"I smell great all the time," Ivy said.

"Yes," he smiled, "It's great anytime, even in the base. I try not to see you."

Ivy was almost breathless because of his simple words.

She knew that Lorraine seldom looked at her at the base. Even when he asked questions in class and answered other students' doubts, he would always look into their eyes but rarely meet hers.

Intuition had a lot more to say, but he stopped here.

"Relax," Lorraine said. "You've always been smart and a fast learner. Why are you shaking? Are you scared, or what?"

"No," Ivy said, "I don't know. It's not that I'm scared. I can't control it."

"Well," Lorraine slowly opened the coconut, "If it becomes unbearable, just call 'Hector' and I will stop immediately. Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

Ivy grabbed his shirt tightly, puzzled: "Why Hector?"

"It will calm me down," Lorraine twirled his fingers, and the silver light loomed between them, and he said, "You look like you are ready, classmate Ivy."

Yes.

Ivy was fully prepared, both mentally and in other ways. She opened her lips unconsciously, and suddenly she was not in their house, but in a spacious classroom. Lorraine, who guided her step by step, was still her teacher, teaching her strictly and carefully.

But she still found it a bit strenuous. Little Lorraine was so strong that every task seemed like an extreme challenge. Lorraine patted her back soothingly, encouraged her, and praised her for doing a good job and completing it brilliantly. That's it. Just follow the teacher's guidance and complete it bit by bit. That's great, Ivy. You can accept it all.

He took Ivy's hand, and this time, asked her to put her hand on his throat.

Ivy touched Lorraine's Adam's apple.

Because of the overexposure, the eyes were a little hazy and it was difficult to maintain the usual excellent vision, and even full of dizziness. The blue gold that was similar to the blood vessels on the back of the hand was completely fitted with the opened folds. With the vision blocked, the hand that touched the other person's Adam's apple had more detailed neural feedback.

"Do you feel it?" Lorraine said, "You can affect my breathing. It changes for you. Don't show this expression again, Ivy. You will make me feel guilty."

Ivy could no longer look into his eyes to see what "this" was like.

Her palm was completely placed on his neck, touching the carotid artery on the side of his neck. At this moment, Ivy was even confused. He was too confident. Wasn't he afraid that she really had evil intentions and would kill him at this time?

The second after this thought came to my mind, my soul was filled with a harsh and unquestionable influence.

The world was spinning, and Ivy saw the pattern on the ceiling. It was the walnut she had chosen, with a thick, age-retained color. The marks left by her exercise on her knees were pressed perfectly against her collarbone. Lorraine looked down at her, holding her cheek with one hand.

"Look," Lorraine said, "you little liar, look how much you like your teacher."

Ivy wanted to scream.

Why does he call himself a teacher at this time? He——

As if seeing through all her thoughts, Lorraine leaned over, smiling again, "Don't be ashamed of this, Ivy. Daddy issues are nothing, and some fantasies are nothing. You have always been an excellent student, and these things are your harmless hobbies. Just say whatever you want to say, why are you hiding?"

He gave Ivy a complete hug, his eyes drooped, his eyelashes covering his dark eyes. Ivy, who was being hugged, could not see his expression, she only felt that Lorraine's breathing and heartbeat formed a big net that captured her tightly.

"That's amazing, classmate Ivy," Lorraine murmured, stroking Ivy's head, patting her gently and soothingly. "That's great. You see, you have a good ability to accept and learn, and you have adapted to everything."

Ivy didn't understand why he could remain calm all the time. Now her voice seemed to have become someone else's, so strange that even she felt scared.

Lorraine loosened her grip slightly, pinched her chin, and then gently kissed her lips: "Don't think about those clones, or other boyfriends. Focus and look at me, Ivy, remember who is kissing you now."

Ivy struggled to breathe: "Lorraine."

"Well, or call me teacher," Lorraine said, "The name is just a code name. Look at me and remember me."

The name was just a code name. Lorraine wanted her to keep looking at him and see all his expressions.

Ivy was no longer sure if Lorraine was comforting her.

Because maybe she wasn't "Ivy"? Was he trying to comfort her that names and such didn't matter?

"Don't be distracted," Lorraine said. "Focus."

Ai Wei complained tearfully: "Chatting with you is more tiring than attending class!"

After all, he was the only one teaching so many students in class, and he wouldn't be able to correct her momentary distraction; and now it was a one-on-one class, she was already so busy that she was almost losing the ability to think, and he didn't even allow her to think about other things.

Lorraine laughed and suddenly hugged her in his arms. Her face was completely resting on his shoulder, and the black shirt completely covered her eyes.

After that, he concentrated on his work and stopped talking.

Ivy wanted to mention the issue of safety, after all, she was about to join the expedition. Unlike those soldiers who married for children, Ivy had long noticed that Lorraine didn't seem to care about leaving offspring. The starting point of this marriage was never for children, and he didn't mention the issue of children at all.

But now Ivy no longer has the energy and the attention to remind him.

She finally understood the detailed explanation of "a cruel man is a man of few words" in the "Ancient General Knowledge and Proverbs Course". The bones must be crushed, just like the ice soda you drink after exercising on a hot summer day, which is icy, cold, stimulating and thirst-quenching.

"Don't worry," Lorraine stood up, hugged Ivy, and put her on his lap, gently stroking her cheek with the back of his hand, "You can get whatever you want. Ivy, your smart and hardworking classmate, show me what you have learned this time."

In a hospital three blocks away, Yu Mo sat quietly in a plain white operating room.

After removing the bandage from his finger, the doctor screamed in fear. Her face turned pale and she said, "Senior, this..."

Yu Mo's middle finger was empty, with only the tail left.

The whole finger was chopped off cleanly, revealing the white bone at the break, which was shocking to the eyes. The skin and flesh had completely shrunk and stuck together pitifully.

"I was accidentally bitten by a poisonous ant," Yu Mo smiled, "to prevent the poison from spreading, I had to cut it all off... Suishan, I know you are good at reattaching severed fingers."

"That's what I said, but it hurts too," Sui Shan complained, "I don't understand why you always run to dangerous places... Even if the professor's project is important, you don't have to put yourself in danger, senior."

With the intention of returning home, Sui Shan, who currently works in a hospital, still resigned himself to the fate of going to get the severed finger of his senior and intending to have it reattached.

"Can you keep this a secret for me?" Yu Mo said, "You know... I don't want them to worry."

Suishan seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.

Finally, she nodded: "Okay... but remember what I said! Even if I am your junior, I can't keep so many things hidden for you... Alas!"

Of course she knew the reason why Yu Mo came to her private hospital, not only because of her excellent finger reattachment skills, but also because of her ability to keep secrets.

The only person Yu Mo wants to hide is... the smart and hardworking Ivy.

Sui Shan went to his laboratory to look for a suitable severed finger. He vaguely heard Yu Mo talking to someone in the room, probably on the phone.

His voice was very low, and after listening for a long time, Sui Shan only felt that he seemed to be threatening.

"...You are not her toy. Remember your responsibilities. Asking you to be her dog is just an adjective. You are her housekeeper, her guide, her teacher and nanny. You are not asked to be the dog on her window."

"…Remember, if you get killed again, I won't be able to help you anymore."

"...Be careful next time you meet, you could be completely eliminated at any time."

Sui Shan quietly poked his head out and found Yu Mo sitting alone in his original position.

He was not talking on the phone and there was no one around him.

Noticing her gaze, Yu Mo tilted his head slightly and smiled: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." said Suishan, patting her head. "I stayed up late to watch TV series last night and didn't get enough sleep. I think I'm hallucinating."

One hour later.

Ivy was soaking in the bathtub, staring at the water surface, and could clearly see something in the water that was obviously insoluble and belonged to Lorraine. There were clumps and clumps of them, so many that it was unbelievable.

Lorraine was really polite this time, and finally asked her if he could inject it all. Ivy knew that he had taken drugs that could kill the cubs beforehand, but this safe method led by him still made her a little uneasy.

She washed the coconut several times, but she didn't know if it was too heavy or if there would be residue left. I really hope his medicine can fully work.

--right.

Compared to that, there are more important things facing Ivy now.

Lorraine mentioned that in seven days, he would return to the wasteland and continue working in the areas occupied by artificial intelligence to retake human territory, clean up the land, build new human living areas, and expand the scope of the safe zone.

In seven days, Ivy will also set out with a new expedition team to explore new creatures in the wasteland.

That.

What is he going to do in the seven days he is with Lorraine? What are his plans?

Curious Ivy put on her new pajamas and asked Lorraine.

He was unfolding the quilt that had been neatly folded into a tofu block, patting it and smoothing it out, then taking out Ivy's clothes from her suitcase and hanging them one by one in the closet.

Faced with Ivy's question, Lorraine, who had regained her composure from the aiyu, answered her directly without any sarcasm.

"Since we are now bound together by marriage and share a secret," Lorraine said, "I need to know more about you - to better ascertain your origins."

"That makes sense," Ivy nodded in agreement. "So, where do we start?"

"Tell me the story of you and Yu Mo," Lorraine said calmly, "start with how he knew you often had nightmares, how he knew you needed someone to hold you and comfort you when you woke up at night, and how he knew you had a half-hour mood after waking up in the morning."

"I'm curious."