Chapter 184 Holographic Electronic Rose 5 Now Your Master Is Me
07 After he finished speaking, the bartender in front of him looked at him with an incomprehensible look.
"07, androids can cry, but they can't shed tears. Don't be fooled by any sex doll."
Their emotional expressions, happiness, sadness, anger, grief, shyness are like the heating and cooling settings of an air conditioner, whether it is automatically sweeping or fixedly blowing upwards.
It's just a pleasing function.
07 felt his scalp tingling from the piece of fabric sticking to his waist and abdomen, which had left a large area wet from his crying. He sat on the sofa and cried alone, his eyes swollen.
Is this also a setting?
Just as he was lost in thought, the communicator on his wrist vibrated. 07 looked at it and raised his eyebrows slightly, then his face darkened.
"Please keep an eye on what I asked you to do before."
After saying that, he drank the wine in one gulp, stood up and walked through the crowd, leaving only a green olive at the bottom of the wine glass on the bar.
"Let me help you relax? It will be very comfortable..."
07 As usual, I bypassed it because I didn’t have the patience to listen to the same lines repeated every day by the sex idol.
Under the pink neon light, the sex doll turned around and looked at 07's back for two or three seconds, then turned around as usual, singing a cheap and sweet song and saying the same fixed lines to every passerby.
"The door is open."
“Welcome home!”
07 As soon as he entered the door, he was hugged by the bionic man who rushed over. The warm and soft embrace made him feel at a loss.
"I was very obedient."
It was still wearing that big, ill-fitting T-shirt, with bare legs, and smiling happily and contentedly. 07's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he pushed it away, only then did he notice that the room had changed.
The dirty clothes were all put away, and the clean clothes that were thrown around randomly were gone. They must have been put into the closet.
The dining table and kitchen were put in order, the old appliances were wiped, and only the bed in the bedroom was made tidy. The things on the workbench were indeed left obediently untouched.
07 looked around and finally stopped at its eyes that were full of happiness. It blinked, obviously waiting for a compliment.
07 thought that he didn't have the habit of thanking the microwave oven after using it, so he turned his eyes away and said nothing, just handed him a bag.
It took it with disappointment, opened it, and immediately became happy like a little kid.
Inside was a set of clothes and a pair of shoes, very cheap.
07 I guess if it were at its real owner’s house now, the price of these clothes might not even be worth one of its socks.
But it didn't understand those things. It sat cross-legged on the ground and happily took out the items one by one, then turned around and said sweet words to 07 for free.
"I'm so happy, so happy, so happy!"
07 turned around and sat on the sofa, looking down at him sitting on the cold floor with bare legs. The dim light shone on his face, and there was obvious scrutiny in his eyes.
"I'm so touched. Do you not hate me anymore?"
Its thinking was simple and straightforward. It couldn't wait to take off the T-shirt while asking, not caring at all whether 07 would see it or not.
07 This time he didn’t look away and just kept observing it.
Shoulders, chest, waist, hips, legs, it had no concept of shame when it came to nakedness, and even though he found some of this inhumanity in it, he didn't feel anything wrong.
It put on a loose and soft sweatshirt and pants, and looked at 07 suddenly, catching 07's gaze.
"Are you tired today? Haven't eaten yet?" It smiled, sat on the ground and reached out to pull 07's trouser leg.
As he said that, he stood up and brought out a plate from the kitchen. 07 cooperated and sat at the dining table, watching the beautifully presented dishes being served and took the cutlery.
"I'm so happy today." There was no second chair next to 07's dining table, so it could only squat beside him, holding onto 07's legs, looking up and smiling, its red lips opening and closing softly to weave a docile dream.
07, however, looked down at the porcelain plate without saying a word. Finally, he picked up the fork and pecked at the food twice. Suddenly, he chuckled softly and took a deep breath.
"Have you really been obedient today?"
07 looked down at it, and the undisguised scrutiny that had been there since he entered the room was scraping across his delicate and harmless face.
It lowered its head and leaned against his tight thighs, its soft, half-long black hair stuck to the side of its face, its nose and lips were rosy, and its smile was bright. It was as obedient as a kitten, meowing softly and submissively to its master.
07 put down the fork in his hand, reached out and pinched 07's cheek with great force, pulling it so that it leaned back to look at him, and his other hand rubbed along its throat, as if studying something.
"Last chance. Have you been good today?"
It smiled without any gloom, blinked its eyes and said softly: "Master, I am very good."
Before the last syllable disappeared, 07 suddenly tilted his head and let go of the left hand that had been holding it. The sharp spikes of the fork rubbed his eyes and hovered at the edge of his temple.
"Master, you're scratched." It was still smiling, looking at him with wide eyes, speaking softly, and then suddenly jumped onto his knees like a cat, pinched 7's neck and pressed him against the back of the chair.
"Do you need me to blow you?"
07 reacted quickly and grabbed its hand, his dark blue eyes fixed on the boy's eyes.
It slowly moved closer to 07's face, blew gently on the broken skin at the corner of his eye, then lowered its eyes to lick the blood stain on the wound.
If you ignore the two people's wrestling hands, you will only think that this is an ambiguous and erotic scene.
"You are not a new product, and this is not the first time you have been activated." 07 looked at it. The wound licked by it was hot and painful, and it stung and hurt.
"You even have a name, don't you?"
It opened its eyes exaggeratedly and whispered: "How did you know?"
"If I activated you, you couldn't disobey my orders." 07 nonchalantly released the hand that was holding it and showed it the communicator on his wrist.
"You left home without permission today and stayed outside for at least three hours."
It loosened its grip on his neck and looked over: "Ah, you did something to me, no wonder."
07 immediately twisted its hands, clamped its hands and pressed them on the table, snatching the fork from its hands. It didn't resist much, and its side face was pressed against the table.
"Answer the question. Puro spent a huge sum of money to transport you to Blue Lake City, and the bounty on the black market for you is frighteningly high. What exactly are you?"
“I don’t know.” It answered 07, and then whispered innocently: “You snatched me back, and I woke up here.”
"But you are right about one thing." It laughed twice: "I have a name."
It suddenly raised its head and slammed into 07, its body was incredibly agile, it escaped with a backhand, and immediately raised its fist to hit him in the chin without hesitation, its speed and strength were amazing.
07 stepped back and dodged, blocking its attack and punching back. But it handled it with ease, even smiling and reaching out to support the dining table that was almost knocked over.
"I worked so hard to make this, don't waste the food."
07 remained silent, but the scrutiny in its eyes had not faded. Now, 07 felt that it looked more like a person.
"It's not like you don't remember anything. Do you remember your name? Did you choose it yourself, or did your former owner?"
The space was too narrow, and the two exchanged several moves. Finally, they each took a step back, leaned against the wall, and looked at each other.
"Former owner?" It seemed to be thinking, then laughed: "I don't have an owner. You won't be my owner either."
"Yan Ze is Yan Ze. He has no master."
07 was stunned for a moment, not expecting such an answer. After the android is awakened for the first time, it will recognize its owner, unless the core is formatted and a new chip is inserted to wake it up.
It is not like this one, which recognizes that it has no owner and is suspected to still retain the memory of its own name after being reset and formatted.
It really is like a person who has lost his memory... It is no longer itself... It even has its own name.
Yanze
"Oh, I thought I could play with you for a few more days." Yan Ze sighed and shrugged regretfully.
"Then I'll be leaving?" Yan Ze waved at him and moved towards the door. "Bye, Mr. Mercenary."
07 did not stop it, but just stood under the chandelier in the living room in his slippers, staring at it without blinking, as if he was looking at something he could not understand but found interesting.
Yanze pushed the door open, and the moment he stepped out, he suddenly lost control of his hands and feet. His vision suddenly went dark, and he fell down violently.
My hands and feet felt like they were electrocuted, the scene in front of my eyes was blurry, and garbled characters kept jumping in front of my eyes.
Soon it felt someone approaching it, bending over and picking it up on his knees, with his waist and abdomen resting against his shoulders.
"Yan Ze..." He muttered to himself, then slowly freed one hand to close the door and locked it completely from the inside.
"It's a nice name." 07 commented in a flat tone, put Yan Ze on the sofa, and reached out to pinch its soft face.
Then he lowered his eyes to look at it and announced it in such a calm but warning tone.
"Whether you have a master or not, your master is me now."
Yan Ze rested his arms and legs limply on the sofa, his eyes out of focus. Amid the messy error codes, he saw 07's cold face and the dark blue eyes that were obviously excited but forcibly suppressed, like a blue lake secretly boiling under an ice shell.
"You can't go anywhere without my permission. My orders are your only standards."
07 felt that the touch was really great and couldn't help rubbing it twice with his fingers. His hands obviously didn't know how to use enough force and his cheeks turned red. His beautiful white face was being pinched and his eyes were pitifully out of focus.
Implying that he can do anything, it's his.
Yanze frowned, drooped his eyelashes and blinked twice like a wet butterfly, then looked at 07 with difficulty, lowered his head and rubbed his palm with his lips, but the next second it bit his fingers hard.
This is not his docile little lamb, but a little leopard with beautiful fur and sharp claws.
07 didn't care about his finger being bitten at all. Instead, he pinched its tongue with his fingers and stirred it a few times in a casual manner.
"You've learned your lesson after suffering a hard time. Just like you did a few days ago, pretending to be good in front of me."
07 bent down to help him tidy up his hair, but his tone was full of warning: "This is an order."
The pop-up window in front of Yan Ze had disappeared, but his hands and feet could not move at all. He could only lie on the sofa and look at him, unable to say a word.
07 walked to the dining table, took the plate into the kitchen to heat it up, then turned around and saw the semi-finished quick-frozen packaging bags scattered in the trash can.
He couldn't help but laugh. This appliance couldn't cook at all.
07's smile disappeared the moment he put the food into his mouth. He couldn't help but look at Yan Ze, wondering how a household cooking bag could make such a disgusting meal.
Yanze smiled with effort, like a mischievous child.
07 He finished his meal while suppressing his nausea, and walked to the closet to get some clothes to wash. As soon as he opened the closet, all the clothes that were crammed in a mess collapsed and hit him.
There were actually a lot of other sundries stuffed in the closet. No wonder it looked so much neater. It turned out that they were all just randomly stuffed into the closet.
07 took a deep breath and cleaned up properly. If he didn't, he would take out a spoon from his pocket when he was working outside.
After finally cleaning up, 07 turned off the light and walked towards his spring bed.
Yan Ze, who was lying on his back on the sofa in the dark, chuckled, and sure enough, the lights suddenly came on the next second.
07, who was covered in milk stains and had a gloomy face, picked up Yanze from the living room.
"Did you do it on purpose? Put a half-opened carton of milk in the quilt?"
Yan Ze could only blink and could not speak. 07's forehead veins were throbbing, and he picked it up and placed it on the wet half of the bed.
The crowded and narrow spring bed was too tight for 07 people to sleep on, so they could only squeeze together.
"If you do that again, I'll tear you apart and sell you off."
In the darkness, pink neon light filtered through the window. 07 saw the fear that flashed across its face. He knew that it was at least 90% acting, but he just felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
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