Interspersed with snippets about the future (Part 3)
Fan Siwen, back in the city center, didn't notice anything unusual. Not having time to go home to put away her protective suit, she simply dumped it in what used to be the old town area, now the garbage disposal center.
Walking through the city's surveillance area, Fan Siwen looked at the unmanned surveillance equipment flying overhead, which made no unusual noises.
This means that aliens like him exist openly and legitimately in the city.
The process of walking through the company's surveillance cameras was exceptionally smooth, but unfortunately, he bumped into a sleep quality monitor who had just finished get off work and came over to greet him.
"Fan Siwen, your sleep was intermittent last night. This was the first time you went to bed early. It turns out that going to bed early doesn't necessarily bring you a perfect night's sleep. I still recommend that you maintain a good routine and have healthy sleep quality."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
For some reason, Fan Siwen became excited upon hearing about his abnormal data.
It's like being a poor student among the top students, but suddenly tasting the forbidden fruit of being a poor student, and savoring the experience.
Sitting at her workstation, Fan Siwen felt her mind go completely blank for the first time.
He tried to clear his mind, and a sharp pain shot through the back of his head. Feeling the anesthesia wearing off, Fan Siwen began rummaging through drawers looking for ibuprofen.
To his disappointment, ibuprofen seemed to have vanished from the market overnight. Even more troubling was the fact that the company's medicine cabinet was no longer stocked with the old-fashioned medicine; instead, it was filled with daily vitamin B, C, and D supplements, presumably to address the lack of essential nutrients due to insufficient sunlight and picky eating habits among employees.
This was the first time Fan Siwen had ever been so angry, even though he was from the future.
He was so anxious he was jumping up and down in the office.
Someone was shouting about going to a meeting, and Fan Siwen reluctantly followed.
The boy, who was known as the little tyrant of the entire floor, showed signs of unease for the first time.
Throughout the meeting, Fan Siwen kept rubbing his head with his palm. It wasn't exactly painful, but it felt unnatural.
The meeting has finally come to an end.
Fan Siwen walked out, shaking his head.
Just as I reached my desk, someone behind me called out to me.
"Would you like an iced cola?"
As far as I can remember, this is the first time this person has greeted me.
But upon hearing the word "ice," Fan Siwen still followed them to the tea area.
The instant gratification of drinking ice-cold cola chilled Fan Siwen to the bone.
She drank it all in one gulp, and then, while throwing away the trash, she secretly took out the ice cubes and wrapped them in a tissue. From a distance, it looked like Fan Siwen was shaking her neck, but she was actually giving the wound on the back of her head a cooling treatment.
Sure enough, after all the ice melted, Fan Siwen's headache subsided.
Back in his seat, Fan Siwen pondered listlessly, realizing he had indeed heroically sacrificed himself for Mo Yang.
He glanced at the doll sitting to the side, picked it up and gently squeezed it—it hurt. From then on, this doll would be his substitute, and he had to protect it.
After last night, Fan Siwen felt as if he had opened the door to a new world. He had never known or been exposed to any of this before, which was simply unacceptable for a playboy like him.
Although he joined a bit late, it did not hinder his revelry with his fellow members in the slightest.
Fan Siwen found pleasure in observing the wolf tails of passersby on the street and secretly watching the brain-computer interface stitching scars beneath those tails.
Not long after, Fan Siwen followed a group of wolf tails into a large weekend amusement park. After undergoing a security check and entering the park, Fan Siwen was able to have a blast with the people around her.
Fan Siwen spent Monday morning in the company's brain-computer interface department.
Looking at the abnormal brainwave data displayed on the computer, Fan Siwen scratched his head, grinned, and chatted with the person in front of him, sharing how cool the new game equipment he bought last night was.
"This isn't the first time your values have been abnormal lately. Although we don't know what happened, if the frequency of these values is too high or exceeds a certain reasonable limit, we will classify you as a brain-computer interface anomaly. Not only will you be suspended from your job, but cyber police will also come to your home for 24-hour observation and monitoring. I'm sure you don't want that."
A new employee in the Brain-Computer Information Department, with an extremely serious work attitude, was giving Fan Siwen his routine instructions.
Wang Congyi, who had known him for a long time, quickly tried to lighten the mood.
"Sensing devices are great, but don't overindulge in alcohol. As you approach middle age, your body's signal regulation isn't as effective as it used to be. I know that people feel good when they're happy, but remember, don't let it happen again."
"Yes, yes, yes, okay, okay, right, right, right. I will definitely remember."
Fan Siwen has always been good at admitting his mistakes, and after listening to a tutorial on adult body warnings, he was allowed to go back.
Fan Siwen felt that things couldn't continue like this, and that he would never be able to meet the company's requirements based on his own willpower.
After thinking it over, Fan Siwen ordered protective suits as soon as he got home after work. After receiving the new protective suits, he secretly went to that stall again.
Strangely, this time a sign saying "Closed" was hung in front of the stall.
Fan Siwen pushed the door, but it was locked from the inside. She then cupped her hands into a ball and peered inside.
Upon closer inspection, it's clear that the place is open for business.
Without saying a word, Fan Siwen knocked on the door with all his might, making a clanging sound as he pounded on it, almost knocking down the facade of the old house.
After a hearty meal, the shop owner, on his way back, saw someone smashing things up in the distance. He looked on with amusement and went closer to take a look.
I didn't realize it until I looked, and when I saw it was my own storefront, I rushed to the back door.
Before long, the robot came forward, removed the sign, and unlocked the door. Before it could turn back, Fan Siwen barged in, nearly causing the robot to lose its balance and fall to the ground.
It spun around on the ground three times before regaining its balance, and then used its strong arms to support its head.
After the robot slowly walked back to Fan Siwen, adjusted its posture and expression, it continued, "Sir, you are a regular customer. Please have a seat. If you need anything, please feel free to ask."
"This time I want a brain signal display device."
"The equipment is priced in three tiers: Tier 1, Tier 2, and Tier 3. Tier 1 is the lowest, and Tier 3 is the highest. The lowest tier follows standard pricing with a stable signal display, although there may be irregular fluctuations. You are responsible for any consequences resulting from these fluctuations, and we will not be held liable. The highest tier follows the highest standard with a stable signal display and very few irregular fluctuations. If irregular fluctuations occur, there will be an alert sound, which will not affect your normal work and life."
“I choose option three. Do you have any other equipment that I might need, such as signal devices? I plan to buy them all at once.”
"The store also has brain signal detection devices, brain signal input/output display devices, brainwave screen recording and playback devices, brain memory output devices, brain memory text copying devices, and heterogeneous signal receiving devices..."
"I want them all."
Upon hearing this, the person inside paused for a moment.
The robot continued.
"The equipment prices are divided into three tiers: Tier 1, Tier 2, and Tier 3. Tier 1 is the lowest, and Tier 3 is the highest..."
"I want three of everything, three three three three three... I'm buying so much, shouldn't I get a discount?"
"I'm sorry, sir, our store has no precedent for offering discounted prices."
"It's okay, just give me some freebies. Last time I couldn't buy ibuprofen anywhere, so this time you should at least provide me with all the spare parts." Fan Siwen checked the time; there was still plenty of time.
The robot responded, "I'll try my best to arrange it for you," and then disappeared behind the door.
Fan Siwen waited in front of the store, initially counting the hands of a clock, then counting the last digits of her bank card balance. Eventually, she couldn't stand it anymore and started playing games.
When the robot came out again carrying a bag of instruments, Fan Siwen was having a great time playing with it.
"Go, buddy, to your right front, shoot it..."
The robot stood there for a while, and seeing that Fan Siwen ignored it completely, it coughed loudly – “cough”.
Fan Siwen was drawn by the sound and looked up. What she saw shocked her.
What are all these things in front of me?
"This...this...this...this...how am I supposed to take this?"
The robot kindly showed Fan Siwen its newly invented air-collecting equipment.
"Like this, with a gentle press, you can hold it in your hand."
The robot spoke casually, but after all the instruments shrunk instantly into a small box, the robot's hand holding it trembled slightly, and its expression instantly turned ferocious.
"This is a three-tier device, but I'll make an exception and give it to you at the first-tier price today."
"The boss is so generous, could you give it to us for free?"
"cannot."
"Um... okay."
Fan Siwen noticed that the air storage box looked small, but once she held it in her hand, it was a completely different story.
It took Fan Siwen a lot of effort to carry the small box to the protective wall without being noticed by passersby.
Before leaving, Fan Siwen reminded the boss to make the equipment smaller next time, but the boss obviously didn't take his words to heart, because at that moment he was happily counting his money.
The moment the entire equipment was loaded into the car, Fan Siwen felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders and slumped back in the car, panting heavily.
Obviously, the car wasn't as comfortable; the trunk and tires were pressed down into a very obvious curve.
Once in the car, Fan Siwen drove far beyond the safety barrier, using 0.5 times the speed he had come from, successfully doubling his return journey time.
It was already past midnight when I got home.
Without even having time to tidy up the equipment, they took off their protective suits and went straight to sleep.
Before going to bed, I looked up and thought about how to dispose of the protective suit, but I couldn't figure it out. I'll just leave it for now. With air storage, it seems that none of the facilities in the house are superfluous anymore.
The hardworking laborer had an unexpected dream tonight.
Dark, heavy clouds pressed down, obscuring people's view of the sky. A series of urgent, short whistles echoed through the heavens, swirling towards the depths of the clouds. From the gradient of black and white mist, a pristine white dove emerged. The dove was robust, its powerful wings fluttering in the air with a faint, cool light. The white bird swooped down, followed by a flock of birds, their flight path appearing and disappearing in the distance.
The mighty marching column advanced with resounding strides. Mo Yang, clad in his flight suit, embarked on the expedition alongside a group of air soldiers. The interstellar warship, propelled by its accelerators, entered the dark sea. Birds ahead sprinted past ancient trees at breakneck speed, their feathers clearly visible against the misty backdrop of the dark forest. They disappeared into the distance.
Upon waking, the memory was extremely hazy, and the brain signal display device lying next to me recorded this strong evidence, with the value being significantly higher than the normal value.
The brain signal input device showed an abnormal signal input. This was the first time he had ever seen such a signal.
Meanwhile, at the same time that the strange signal was received at night, the built-in light of another device flickered and jumped for a long time.
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