Chapter 67 Human Interpretation Diary: Where is this? 2 Believe me, then...
journal.
Day 3 at Ruins No. 499.5.
I summarized the main content of last week's "Home Weekly" and shared it with the girls.
"Plastic film?" The girl twisted her hands into various poses. "Do the people here need to wrap themselves in that stuff to survive?"
"Yes, otherwise you will be poisoned to death by the toxins in the air." I looked at her with my big eyes flashing.
The girl tilted her head, the flashlight wedged between her shoulder and head. She said, "Is this true? Then why am I okay?"
"Maybe it's because your living environment is different from ours?"
I don't really know this either. After all, three days ago, I was just an excellent scrap robot with a lot of friends.
On the broken wall, the shadow of a little rabbit appeared, and then turned into a snake head.
I was startled and quickly hid behind the girl, pointing at those things and saying tremblingly, "This, this! There's a ghost! Is there a ghost?"
"You..." The girl laughed sinisterly, "Have you done anything wrong?"
"Ghosts are always looking for the ones who wronged them."
"I, I!" I didn't react at first.
But when I realized it, I didn't know what to say.
"Tsk, don't say you want to cooperate with me. If you have something to say, there's no need to use this method." The girl exposed my disguise.
Yes, I am an ordinary human being who is being hunted by my own organization and the factory. I have no means of self-defense, I can't escape, and I am such a coward.
Sooner or later I will die, a miserable death.
So I want to tell this girl some of my secrets before I die.
I didn't mean to harm her, I just thought that if possible one day, this girl might be able to help me convey those things to my friends.
"I..." I stammered, "I lost my friend."
"continue."
"Ninety-nine years ago, in the year 3595 of Homeworld, the year the freeze ended."
I said, "I still remember that day was February 14th, and my friends and I were planning to celebrate the coming of the hot season."
"In fact, I always thought I was a robot, so most of the friends I made were robots."
"That day, my robot friends said they had to go back to their camps to move their things before coming to dinner."
"So the humans and robots split into two groups. One group went to the ruins to move things, and the other group prepared food at a friend's house."
"And since I know everyone, I volunteered to supervise the robots and make sure they come back on time."
"But, but, later..."
"Then they didn't come back after the time limit, and you went looking for them but couldn't find any of them. In the end, you had to go back alone, and then you got scolded. Is that right?"
The girl quickly picked up on me.
"How, how did you know?" I was a little surprised that she could guess what would happen next.
“…That’s right.”
"So after that day, my relationship with my human friends became a little strained."
"Even though those who disappeared were robots, they were all good friends, so no one has forgotten them until now."
"Oh, so these ghosts in your mind are those robot friends who disappeared because of your carelessness?"
"Yes, yes."
"It's a cliché novel plot," the girl commented. "Do you know who the source of your world is? Oh no, the origin of the world, do you know?"
I asked, puzzled, “What is that?”
"That's right, that's right, that's right..."
The girl didn't know why, but she closed her eyes and fell down again while talking.
Half an hour later, I realized that she didn't eat the food I left, and didn't even drink the water.
I'm afraid this time he didn't fall asleep, but fainted.
But I'm a piece of shit and there's nothing I can do about it.
^
Day 4 at Ruins No. 499.5.
Last night before going to bed, I finally remembered to give the girl some water. Food can only be eaten by herself after she wakes up, otherwise she might choke.
"Hey, wake up."
I was dreaming of becoming the king of the mechanical kingdom, but was suddenly awakened by a childish voice.
I was a little unhappy. "I haven't suppressed the rebellion yet... Why did you wake me up? It's only 8 o'clock."
"Suppressing the rebellion? Never mind that. I have something to tell you." The girl placed the nut doll that she had to hold while sleeping in front of me.
"I may be leaving soon. Before I go, I entrust it to you. I hope you can take good care of it."
"Are you leaving?" I was startled and subconsciously grabbed the girl's slender wrist.
“Stop touching me!!!” the girl yelled.
She shook off my hand, took several steps back, and stared at me fiercely.
Her look was so scary, so scary that I almost thought I was a bad person who liked to touch children.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," I said carefully, "I just didn't want you to leave."
The girl gasped for breath, her eyes slightly red, and bowed deeply to me: "It's okay, it's my fault. I shouldn't have treated you like this. I hope you can forgive me."
I was stunned there, and she seemed to be stunned there too.
Two seconds later, she stood up decisively, took two steps, and sat down cross-legged with an expressionless face.
"This is a companion I once rescued from the enemy after a battle," the girl said. "Now I'm leaving and can't continue fighting alongside it. I wonder if you'd be willing to accept it?"
"Fight together?" I opened my mouth wide, not knowing how a small nut doll could help me.
"It's a skill of 'using a blank sheet of paper,' and you'll know it later."
"Also, its name is Qubiexing, which means a star that is different from other stars."
"When it wakes up, remember to tell it for me."
I asked, "Doesn't it know its own name?"
"You'll find out eventually," she said.
"Where are you going then?" I asked.
"Waiting for someone ahead of the road," she said.
"Waiting for whom?" I asked.
"Someone who needs to be rescued," she said.
Today went by quickly.
Because before I could ask the next question, the girl knocked me unconscious and I couldn't even resist.
In a daze, I heard her seem to leave the tent.
About 1 or 2 hours later, she came back with a familiar fragrance.
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Day 5 at Ruins No. 499.5.
The girl and I barely survived by picking up trash. Her light yellow skirt had become as dirty as the area around her little nut.
"I'm leaving now."
I was lying in the sun to rest when the girl suddenly blocked a shadow and stood above my head, saying expressionlessly.
I was startled and quickly got up. "Now? Can't we just leave?"
"If you're going, you're going. There's no such thing as 'you have to go'."
The girl had her hands on her hips, holding a bunch of intestines.
"Oh, by the way, this is the sausage I stole from the department store. If you eat this, you should be able to survive."
"Th-What about you?!"
I looked at the familiar sausages that I made myself and swallowed my saliva at the aroma.
"Chila——"
The girl held a small knife in her hand and decisively stabbed it into the core of her life!
With blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, she said to me, "One life for another. I died in my last life because I failed to save you. I want to try again in this life."
"No! No way!!!"
I screamed, but didn't dare to draw my knife.
I had to take anything that could absorb water and put it next to her to try to stop the bleeding.
I thought a lot about how she would leave and where she would go, but I never imagined that the "leave" she mentioned was no different from "death".
Besides, isn't this all happening too suddenly?!
The girl laughed at me: "Don't be so afraid of death, it will only take a moment."
"If I die, someone else will live. Do you understand this?"
"I, I!—" I screamed, my voice gradually fading away. "Can you tell me the name of this body of yours?"
“…”
“…”
"Half an hour," the girl frowned, not sure if it was because of pain or memories, "her name seems to be——"
…
Half an hour.
I'm so sorry I lied to you from the beginning to the end.
Actually, my name is not Shiban.
If you were to try to find someone by name, well, you'd never find me.
Because my real name is "Wuming".
I stole Shiban's name and personality, and cultivated countless companions in this world for my grand plan.
I gave them names, I built their personalities.
Just so that on that day, they can follow every step of my plan.
So, halfway...
"Stop talking," I covered the girl's mouth, tears streaming down my face, "Shiban, just live well."
"From this moment on, every moment of your life will be better."
"Trust me, this is the last time."
After saying that, I ran away.
Escaped from the ruins No. 499.5.
…
After 499.5 seconds, I closed my eyes.
So as homologues, my soul and Shiban's soul once again transformed between these two bodies.
I lay in the muddy ruins, in this home that was like hell.
The rain gently caressed my cheeks and body, forming small puddles on my wounds, and eventually solidified into ice, slowly healing my body.
I savor the sweetness of death.
“To die or not to die”, “to resist or not to resist”, “to run away or not to run away”…
The countless futures created by countless choices turned into soil and swallowed me in an instant.
I will die no matter what before "Time and a Half" comes back.
Although that girl is weird, she is very suitable for "Shiban" and she will become a better "Shiban" than me.
So I felt very confident in handing "Shiban" over to her.
She will live on as "Shiban".
must.
This is one of the few promises I dare to make with confidence.
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So, have I ever lied to you?
Anyway, this diary ends here.
I left a lot of suspense because they need to be discovered by humans, rather than being actively rung by me, the one who tied the bell.
I'll list a few questions.
When you can answer all the questions, looking back, you will find some different beautiful scenery.
Am I dead?
【Is the real Shiban dead? 】
Where am I now?
【Where is the real Shiban now? 】
What are my plans and goals?
【What is Shiban's real plan? 】
Where have our friends gone? Are they still alive?
What is Lao Yang's position? Is Lao Yang dead? Does Lao Yang still exist? Why doesn't Yang Jin need to be wrapped in plastic film?
What was the purpose of the "Anti-Human-Robot Exchange Organization"? What did they do? Did they succeed?
What exactly are factories making?
Why did the appearance of robots change from bionic to cube-like? Why were bionic robots banned?
Why are there unknown toxic substances in the air around us? Why is there still no complete solution? Why do humans wrap themselves in plastic?
Can humans communicate with other humans? Can humans communicate with robots?
What is human?
Can humans enslave humans?
Is humanity creating a god? What kind of god is it creating? Why is it creating a god? Has it succeeded?
Where is this place?
…
Please note that this diary is written based on my memory and subjective will.
So I can't be sure whether there is any deception or concealment.
Of course, deception and concealment may have become the mainstream of the times.
Okay, that’s all for now. I’m going to take a break.
Finally, I wish you good luck, a safe journey, and everything goes well.
February 14th, unknown year.
Unknown. Qu Bie Xing.
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