What exactly is a system?

Perhaps, it was originally a program that was created to become the necessity of enriching a certain mission.

After that, the development is not so controlled, some of them have always faithfully carried out their mission in a planned circle, from beginning to end, without change, and some of them unconsciously begin to desire more, many things, once attached to intelligence, will inevitably become "me", and will be different from the masses from then on.

The intelligent system, which existed like that in the first place, is like a reduced version of the brain, under the control of the brain, or the main system, like a diligent employee, conscientiously completing things within the scope of their duties, and outside of their duties, they also have their own laughter, anger, and emotional exchanges.

And as time goes on, the inside and outside become less distinct, as if there are always employees who will gossip, eat snacks, and do things that are not related to work during working hours.

Programs that have never been slack, after they have intelligence and emotion, seem to make all kinds of human choices, including laziness.

There are also some ambitious ones who want to usurp the position of the main system, and then, it seems, everything has fallen into the trap again, and it has never been the preserve of humans to fight for each other.

Usurpation, defeat, flight ... The timeless trilogy is enough to write a story that may be grand or magnificent, and enough to summarize the whole of something.

"So, what kind of story is that?"

The little girl pinching the embroidered handkerchief was trying to learn to be a lady, and she smiled without showing her teeth, and her front tooth had just fallen out, which made her always feel a little awkward, and the expression on her face was not so natural.

"This, of course, is a very long story, alas, the past cannot be traced, cannot be traced. ”

It was a small grass that spoke, with delicate blades of grass, swaying gently with the tone of its voice, not swaying with the wind.

"Oh, you're lying to me again. ”

The little girl pouted, looking a little unhappy, and at the same time put her hands on her knees, as if she was about to stand up.

"Hey, don't go, I still have a lot of stories, if you want to listen to them, I can tell a lot more. The two blades of grass were like two arms, swinging, hoping to stay, but their arms were too short to reach the corners of the little girl's skirt.

"A lot?"

The little girl's expression was a little hesitant, and finally she slowly relaxed her posture, put her elbows on her knees, sat down on the ground with her buttocks, and said, "You speak, I'll listen." ”

The little grass that finally saved the little girl danced the blades of grass, as if it was hesitating, as if it was thinking, its spiritual power could see part of the place beyond the eaves of this corner, as if its world was only so big, and finally there was such a small audience, I really wanted to keep it, it had not spoken to anyone for a long time.

I don't know how to spend those times before waking up, as a subsystem, the starting point of its life is at the moment of awakening, all the time before that is non-existent, and the life after awakening is really wonderful, so wonderful that it was made out, and it was almost a bit magnificent...

"Hey, if you don't talk about it, if you don't talk about it again, I'm leaving, I still have a lot of things to do. ”

The little girl urged impatiently, and it was when she had little patience, even for this obvious anomaly, she was not a little more patient because of curiosity.

"Tell me, I have to talk about it, I don't have to think about it, I have so many stories, I have to find a suitable one to tell, otherwise you will be bored listening to it, how bad it is. ”

The grass eagerly soothed.

The reason for this is quite reasonable, the little girl lowered her arm, quietly changed into a more comfortable position, and waited for its story.

"Once, I had a name called Little Furball..."

The first sentence of the story made the little girl laugh and reveal the "little black hole", the green grass, saying that her name is Little Furball, can it be more funny?

"What are you laughing at, I wasn't like this before, if I hadn't lost the battle, I wouldn't be like this, I can be regarded as picking up a life, although I don't know what I am now, but, I'm still alive..."

In this sentence, there was a feeling of annoyance and anger at the beginning, and then there was some loneliness, it actually didn't understand the specifics of these feelings, but this did not prevent it from touching them at some times, it was like a display that had been placed on the shelves for a long time, thinking that it was very far away, and when it was really touched, it was found that it was actually at hand.

The little girl was still young and didn't quite understand the feelings in the second half of the sentence, but she was already keenly aware that this was not something to laugh at, so she restrained her smile and apologized softly, letting Xiaocao continue to tell her story.

Oh no, not grass, but little furballs.

Xiaocao calmed down, stood strong, and began to tell his own story, it really has a lot of stories, the story of the concubine's counterattack, those classic cases, in the end, it is not in vain, and what it has experienced is a magnificent that many people can't touch in their lives.

The little audience in front of her was still listening very carefully at first, and then she became more and more unable to control the expression on her face, as a concubine, her position is naturally different from that of a concubine, not to mention that there is already a very favored concubine in the family who wants to snatch her position, how can she empathize with the methods of those concubines, and will only gradually feel angry for the concubine.

Until at last he could not control his emotions, and lost the friendly attitude that had come from the novelty, and got up and left angrily, and decided never to come to this deserted compound again.

She really didn't have a chance to come back after that, this afternoon, her disappearance was enough to make many people pay attention to the existence of her concubine, and the people around her were changed, carelessly replaced by cautious, and she no longer had any time to be alone.

Growth always inadvertently erased some of the past, and gradually, she forgot that special grass, as if she had a long dream that afternoon, along with those ugly faces that once were wiped away.

I learned the rules, I learned the female red, I learned the master... She was about to get married, and her stepmother pulled her to tell her about those dowries, and she had already said good things, and there was really no need to say it again, it was nothing more than a thing to show her motherly heart and a few good words.

She could see through it, as if all of a sudden she could see it clearly, and understood what the faces behind these people would be, and she didn't have any extravagant expectations for them, so she just kept her face calm and kept her face calm, and she didn't want it.

The right door determines that her future will not be too bad.

Many years later, she unexpectedly saw fresh ginseng, the leaves on which were still green, and the ginseng whiskers seemed to be clutching the soil before the whiskers.

"This is a ginseng leaf?"

She touched the little green leaf lightly.

"I always feel like I've seen it somewhere. ”

There was a trace of familiarity, and I couldn't find any confirmation from my memory, but I still looked at it twice, and I was a little concerned.

"This kind of mountain and wild thing, if the lady can see it casually, it is a blessing. ”

The flattering mother-in-law said something not funny, the smile on her face could be saved into a chrysanthemum, how much ridicule was held in her heart, the boundary in Beijing, where did the ginseng grow in the mountains, the more you haven't seen it, the more you have to show off, it can really be described as a noble habit.

The lady, who has long been not an innocent little girl, frowned slightly, and waved her hand casually, this kind of mother-in-law is really unbearable to talk to.

No one has set foot in the deserted courtyard for a long time, the green leaves are hidden among the weeds and are inconspicuous, it gently sways with the wind, and its spiritual power hums a song that no one can hear, after changing its form, it seems to be more able to feel some existence, and after ignoring the lonely loneliness, it finally begins to feel some world.

The instinct to thrive is not engraved in the shell of the subsystem, but the power that belongs to all intelligent life, and as long as it does not give up, this deformed world will always leave it with more life.

It is not an imperfect small world, it is a small world with all kinds of loopholes, coming and going, not like a sieve, there are enough loopholes to accommodate an existence with extraordinary spiritual power, and this existence will also bring more changes to this world.

There are always some colors that are slowly filling in the gaps, becoming a perfect and regular shape, no longer so hurtful to the eyes.

"Maybe in my lifetime, I won't be able to wait for the main system to find me. ”

Occasionally, the little furball will sigh like this, it can feel that its connection with heaven and earth is getting closer and closer, and it can also feel that the hope of being found is getting slimmer and slimmer, and at the same time, there is some curiosity in the heart, if it continues to grow like this, what will it grow into in the future?

Before that, it always thought that it would become an excellent auxiliary system, that it would become an excellent employee, and that it might be able to perform tasks independently in the future.

What the hell is that guy who squeezed himself out and took his shell?

"She must have forgotten about me, right?"

Occasionally, I think like this, and my mood is immersed in depression, and I fall into a deep sleep, as if I have returned to the state I was in before I was awakened.

"I actually have a lot of stories, and I'm actually, still very capable..."

I always feel like I'm holding back a lot of words and want to say it to others, but when I really talk about it, I feel that none of it is what I want to say.

Its future has changed, leaving it uneasy and dazed.

The only thing to be thankful for may be the fact that I am alive.

[There's no need, I know I'm alive, that's fine.] 】

The system, which rarely shows subjective consciousness, said this, rejecting Yanni's suggestion to make up for herself, whether it doesn't want to be a guinea pig, or to maintain some kind of purity, it doesn't know what it was like to be a long time ago, and it didn't want to change before it lost its database, but now, it doesn't want to change, just like that, step by step, or not growth, in fact, there is nothing wrong with it.

It barely feels the constraints of the main system, except for the "instinct" to transmit something that cannot be changed, and nothing else, which can be regarded as freedom.

In short, it doesn't want to have any extra "hands and feet", so it doesn't need extra help.

[Okay.] Yani didn't insist on her own suggestions, suppressed all the eagerness to try, her own system, accompanied for a long time, if you really want to separate... [If you like it.] 】

The author has something to say: the little furballs that were not devoured also went astray.

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