My legs, heading towards the clouds, felt like they were filled with lead, making it impossible to move forward even a little bit.
The little fat boy's eyes gradually turned red, and his face was suddenly covered with an indelible sadness.
In the clean space without a trace of dust, drops of water are floating, like crystal clear tears.
"This is the first time Ding Ding has spoken. Thank you. Before a person dies, they imagine many scenes in their mind. Could it be because the fish is already dead?"
The little fat boy didn't even dare to look back, because every time he pursued them in his dreams, the two Ding Dings would turn into a dream bubble.
In the past, when 1002 saw the little fat boy, he would have spiraled over like a magnet and then stuck tightly to his chubby cheeks.
When he left without saying goodbye, every time I thought of Fatty, I felt heartbroken.
He seemed to have grown a heart of flesh and blood, no longer made of steel.
The pain made him dizzy, and data was spinning around in his body.
It was as if hidden within this inky black machine was a pool of rotten flesh.
If we meet again someday, how will you treat me?
With silence, with tears...
This is the result of countless deductions of 1002.
However, when that day finally came and he was standing right in front of the little fat boy, the boy's reaction was that he was dreaming.
There may be tears, and there may also be silence.
But that cautious voice, like a rising sun, made 1002 almost teeter on the edge of collapse.
The rules are above all else, what exactly did the Tong do?
He abandons him again and again, so he is not a qualified brother.
1002 opened his mouth, but unlike the greeting from the main system, his tongue seemed to be tied.
If he had one, it would have been tied with a thousand knots by now.
Looking at the slightly thin fat boy, 1002 didn't know what to say.
The bright eyes, glistening with tears, stared at him, and 1002 felt dizzy.
He was waiting for my answer. He didn't even look at the main system. He was only looking at me.
"Baby, okay, um, hello." As a system, a mechanical life.
He is familiar with all human books and speaking skills.
1002 thought about how to talk to the little fat boy, but in the end, all he uttered was a stammering word.
The fat baby lowered his head and occasionally wiped away the tears that rolled down his cheeks.
In the silent space, both systems heard the slight tremor of his breathing.
The good baby was trying his best to suppress the cry that was about to burst out of his throat.
The main system was at a loss. He stood there in a daze, wanting to say: If you want to cry, just cry.
"He brought you to me." The little fat boy looked up, his red, swollen eyes exposed to them. "He saw that I was suffering, and often made me dream about you. Although this time, you can speak and haven't disappeared, I think He must be very powerful."
The battle was so intense that the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the two systems, whose surrounding space was torn into cracks, looked at him in a daze like wooden men.
The fat baby approached them, so close to them.
Nothing escapes the system's gaze.
Nothingness is above, rules are above, you should be bright and flawless, you are the only light in this dark universe.
How did you become dry and dehydrated, and your bright eyes seem to be covered with a layer of gray?
Your skin is soft and smooth, as if it is filled with rich juice. Your face is slightly plump, pink like a peach.
But now your face is thin and your skin is dry.
"Who is it? Who has the heart to treat you so harshly?" The silver-white machine stretched out its arms but did not dare to move forward.
The little fellow was like a frightened bird, burying his face in the crook of his neck: "The fish is no longer plump and beautiful. Don't look at the fish. The next time we meet, the fish will be the same as before. I'm sorry..."
He was afraid to show his condition in front of the two of them, and his weak voice contained a pleading tone: "Come back soon, okay?"
"Ding Ding, why is it that after I'm fine for a while, the next bad luck befalls me? I want to grow up to be a big fat boy and become a good emperor. Is it because I shouldn't be alive in this world? Is my existence a mistake?"
Full of doubts, this was the conclusion he came to after thinking about it for a long time.
Telling my father would only make him sadder, and telling Ding Ding in my dream would only make the fish sad.
He wondered if the fish were also the protagonists in the story. But after the protagonists encountered difficulties, they would always see the light.
But the fish has been walking on this road for so long.
There will only be suffering forever and ever.
This sentence was like a virus, destroying both systems in an instant.
The cold and tall machine couldn't even maintain its standing posture and collapsed with a loud bang.
"Light and darkness are always in opposition, one growing stronger while the other diminishes. Your existence will suppress the darkness. Therefore, the darkness will penetrate every corner and destroy you at all costs."
The main system fell on the crystal teardrops and couldn't get up.
His rationality returned, and he continued to reason with the little fat boy as usual.
It's just that the posture is a little funny.
"Little, fat boy, don't be afraid, and don't cry. Use all your strength to fight against those who want to destroy you. Only if your will is indestructible can we charge forward for you. That is what we are doing right now."
A steady stream of data poured out from the silver-white mechanical eyes, winding like a river in the pure white space.
"1002 will be back soon, and so will I."
He spoke to the little fat boy quickly and forcefully, as if nothing could defeat him.
The main system was silent for a moment, just a moment, not even someone as perceptive as Little Fatty could notice it.
"Destruction is rebirth. When that day finally comes, I hope you have the courage to face it. No one is worth your tears, not me, not 1002, not even your father."
"In the long river of time, you lightly hold it in your hand, and those who have perished will eventually return to you. I bless you, and I swear by the Source that I will give Him to you."
1002 felt that the main system that had been resisting something seemed to have made up its mind and took the step that it had been reluctant to take.
Number 0 is God, the God of billions of universes.
He swore an oath to his origin, so even if the universe is destroyed, what he entrusted will take effect.
"What are you doing?"
The main system ignored him and just looked at the little fat boy with great tenderness.
Can such a mechanical god also be tender and sentimental?
"1002 will be back soon. This dream has been too long. You need to wake up. Be good, baby."
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