"Dong Anan, if you promise me, then I can be killed by you before I die of old age, and satisfy your desire for revenge." You said: "That time will not be too far away, at the latest by the end of this year, I will open the [two-dimensional] world, and I will lose my vitality and die quickly of old age."
You saw her expression change from anger, to confusion, and finally to complete shock at you.
Maybe she doesn't understand why you, who possess supreme power, would be so determined to die.
"You..." she said.
"Agree?" you say.
"Why should I believe that you will die..." Her pupils trembled.
"Because I like to see everyone alive. Are you satisfied with this reason?" you said lightly.
She didn't speak.
You hugged her, gave her a link device, and began to copy her values, letting her bite your shoulders and collarbones like a little lunatic. She seemed to still hate you.
"Hate me, then hate me..."
…
312th day of the war.
You sit in your wheelchair and cough.
The aging of the soul makes you often forget how to stand and how to walk. Most of the time, you need a wheelchair to help you move.
You have configured an administrator account and a personal AI to assist your bionic body's actions. You named it "Xi Ke".
Dong Anan has become much more obedient. Maybe it's because she saw you working all night. She realized that you are really not a selfish person.
Sometimes, you would take her out for a walk, and she would help you push the wheelchair. It was winter now, and the trees everywhere had long since dried up to the size of firewood sticks, with only a few red wintersweets blooming in the snow.
Your reflections shimmer in the puddles, covered with a layer of crystal mist.
"...I'm sorry, I still hate you." Dong Anan looked down at you.
She still can't let go of the hatred you've caused her, because you killed all her relatives. If she doesn't hate you, it would be a betrayal to her.
"It doesn't matter, I'll leave it to you to kill when the time comes." You said.
You are destined to die at the end of the year. In this case, you might as well stab her twice before you die, which is a zero-cost thing. You don't want her murderous intention to deteriorate, so that the data will not be perfect.
She felt very painful every time she was rubbed. You felt that you should give her something.
"Can we make a contract where you promise to allow me to take revenge?" Dong Anan said.
“Of course,” you said. “The killing intent in your soul is why I value you as an antivirus program.”
You reach out and pinky promise with her.
"I allow you to kill me, Dong Anan." You said, "If one day you find that I have changed, you are also welcome to kill me."
This is a ridiculous murder contract. If it is put out there, it will only make people laugh. But both parties to the contract are very serious. Your eyes meet, and her hands are shaking.
You hold her hand, which is covered with scars and frostbite. This is a girl from the end of the world, and her skin cannot be smooth and delicate.
You rubbed her rough fingertips, signaling her to calm down.
The "victim" looked calm, but the "murderer" was trembling violently, as if their positions had been reversed.
——What an absurd and solemn contract, full of twisted and ugly obsessions and murderous intent. It makes people unable to see any beauty, but it is so firm that it cannot be destroyed.
Humanity needs your life to open the [two-dimensional], and also needs her as an "anti-virus program". None of you are indispensable.
The last rays of light in the night slowly sink, and the last trace disappears behind you.
Her eyes were like a shell with its shell cracked open, reflecting light in tiny fragments.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"It's okay," you said.
"Does the wound I bit still hurt?" she asked softly.
“There were so many wounds that I forgot,” you said.
…
318th day of the war.
You met Noah, who had been missing for a long time.
When you almost fainted in the lab, Noah suddenly appeared and supported you.
"Are you still worried about me? Isn't it said that your philosophy is contrary to mine?" You panted and looked at him with a smile.
You saw a very complex emotion in his eyes. Bitterness. His cold hand touched your forehead, and then let go as if he had been electrocuted.
His eyes caressed your dark circles, your pale face, and your skinny body. Anger appeared on his face.
"Do you really have to die? Do you really want to drive yourself to death?" Noah questioned you. He took you to the rooftop and let you get some fresh air.
The wind on the rooftop was extremely cold, swaying the iron frame, and the sound of steel became a thin line in my mind. The endless curtain enveloped everything in the world, and his golden hair fluttered in the wind, like a series of wanton rolling tongues of fire.
You were surprised that Noah knew about your death, even though you had kept it a secret from almost everyone.
"If you don't cherish your life, you will regret it sooner or later." His face was mostly hidden in the night, like the silence before the storm.
And you just smiled and said: "If I can avoid death, I certainly don't want to die."
Noah looked at your face. He looked like he was being held captive, and his expression was very lonely.
He spoke slowly:
"Asa. I have always had a dream... to become a flying bird. Freedom and unfetteredness are the qualities I admire most. It would be lame to die for some responsibility or for some emotion. So I hate you to become such a person."
In the cold night wind, he reaches out to you:
"You still have a chance. Come with me, leave here, I will take you to the freest place, and you won't have to worry about anything."
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