The first generation of Xiaomeng, the whole body skeleton is made of special metal materials. Its color is one point lighter than that of the earth, and one point darker than the color of aluminum alloy. Every time a light hits it, it reflects a blinding pale light.

Moe walked around the room mechanically. Every time a white coat brought food in, she would stiffen and thank you. When the young man told her to bring a pen, she brought it, and when the young man told her to squat, she squatted. She maintained absolute obedience to his orders.

The young genius sat in a chair and observed his work for a whole day. He was more satisfied with the gems set in Xiaomeng's eyes. Each one is so special. But he looked left and right, and was still a little dissatisfied.

Although Xiaomeng can move on her own and has a certain ability to think, the young man is still not satisfied. He watched her slowly and stiffly move her steps, he watched her slowly and stiffly bend over her knees as he asked, and he finally understood why he was not satisfied.

This robot is worthy of the word "machine", but it is not worthy of the word "human". Her eyes were still somewhat radiant, but her movements were too rough and stiff. The young man thought, what is the difference between this and the excavators and cranes outside?

He didn't want to be around a cold machine. He created her just to have someone to talk to, and if he couldn't make her have human features, how would it be different from his early days?

He didn't want the end of his efforts to be the starting point of the beginning. He didn't want to live alone in a glass house waiting to die.

The young genius was once again buried in the table, the pencil galloping across the white paper, and complex and esoteric calculations flowed from under the pen, and soon covered the entire paper.

Whenever he thinks it is a valuable calculation, he puts the blank paper neatly aside, and conversely, if he thinks that the calculation on the white paper has no value, he discards it.

Cleaning staff in white coats come in silently every day to clean. As soon as she swept the white paper scattered on the ground into the trash can, the originally neat floor was covered with a layer of white paper full of calculations.

The cleaning staff is not surprised and never cleans this room a second time. She wore plastic gloves and carried the trash can, and under the watchful eye of two white coats outside, opened the door and walked out.

The flying white pages quickly covered the ground, almost obscuring its original color.

The first task that the young genius set for himself was to solve the problem of stiff movements of the robot. He sat down in his chair and thought for a moment before he came up with a solution.

In order for Moe to move smoothly, she has to make her limbs and bones attach all kinds of muscles like humans. Through the free expansion and contraction of muscles, the body is driven to move.

The young genius decided to use rare metal materials to make all kinds of "muscles" of Xiaomeng. He had never seen this kind of metal material before, and he didn't know where the people at the base got it. The young man was not interested in where it came from, but was just studying how many "strands" of muscle should be made of those metal materials, and where they should be installed in Xiaomeng.

He wrote down his request on a slip of paper to make that rare metal what he wanted, and to make as many as he could. As the note was delivered by the delivery person, he ignored it and began to bury himself in the complicated calculations again.

He calculates the position of the various muscles, the angle of force, and the range of strength used. Young geniuses could not test the hardness of that particular metal, but they could test its flexibility. He repeatedly bent it up and down ninety degrees, and found that it didn't take much force, and that the long strip of special metal was not deformed.

The young man couldn't help but be ecstatic. He knew that the people at the base provided the materials according to his requirements, and there was no adulteration in the slightest, so he didn't have to test the other characteristics. Just by the rare texture of the metal, it should meet his requirements.

He didn't know the name of the metal, and no one told him, so he gave it a name himself, Tena.

Just as he was calculating how many "tough" strips were needed for each part of Xiaomeng, strips of long "tough" metal were transported in.

His calculations were quickly completed, and the assembly began. Xiao Meng's arms, thighs, including the front chest and back, were soon covered with these long strips of "tough" metal, especially between the limbs.

After putting all the muscles on Xiao Meng, the young genius began to test his results.

Xiaomeng's walking posture is extremely soft and smooth, and her other movements are extremely similar to those of humans. Although some of the action was still a little weird, the young genius did not disappoint. He knew the reason, and there was still a slight deviation in the calculation, as long as it was more accurate, some of Xiaomeng's movements would not be weird.

Since then, the first long talk between the young genius and Xiaomeng has begun.

Xiaomeng's voice has a metallic sound quality, sonorous, but the young genius doesn't care. Swapping out her voice library for an electronic female voice is no problem at all.

One person and one machine are talking to each other without nutrition.

"Hello. The young genius greeted with a smile.

"You, ~, good~" Xiao Meng said word by word.

"What's your hobby?" the young genius continued.

"I, ~, no, ~, think, ~, sue, ~, sue, sue, ~, you. ”

The young genius spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders: "Okay, whatever you want." ”

"You,~,Yes,~,Who?," Xiaomeng began to ask rhetorically.

It seems that his program is not badly written. Writing a program is nothing more than that, if that's it, that's it, otherwise, it's another way. It's very simple, and because it's a pattern.

The young genius can't remember how many "if otherwise" were written in Xiaomeng's brain chip. During the production of the first generation of Xiaomeng, he had already thought of countless possibilities. What to do when facing strangers, what to do when facing acquaintances, what to do when you encounter danger...... Behind each situation, there must be at least dozens of ways to deal with it.

Because so, if it is. When such a causal relationship is only one, it is indeed simple, but when there are countless possibilities, countless "ifs" superimposed, and there are also intersections and associations, it is not so simple. The last "what if" will conflict with the previous "ifs" in a large number of cases, and there are two options, to find a middle way to bridge the gap, and the usual practice is to add another judgment so that the multiple procedural processes do not conflict with each other. However, the harsh reality is often that the conflict is something fundamental and cannot be bridged by simply adding another judgment.

This means that many of the programs with which the parts are associated have to be reimagined.

After refactoring the logic, the previous problem is solved, but the new program introduces new problems.

Young people are constantly filling in the gaps in their logic. Problems arose fewer and fewer, and countless possibilities were condensed into half the size of the original program. He finally figured out a little bit of confusion from his chaotic, complicated thinking.

The problem is solved faster and faster, and Xiaomeng's intelligent response is gradually improving.

Inside the glass house, time has become meaningless. He only remembered that he was nineteen, and now he is nineteen.

Now, Xiaomeng's brain chip is highly intelligent. The young genius could no longer think of anything else missing. With her silky movements, he felt he could think of her as a human.

The young man couldn't contain his joy and danced with the robot for three meal delivery times. He didn't know if it was a waltz or a ballet, the only thing he could feel was joy from the inside out. He kept talking to his robot. Life, dreams, hopes, everything.

Xiaomeng is a confidant he created, so he naturally understands him. Although there is no music and no lights, Xiaomeng can still perfectly match his steps, and his movements are smooth and gorgeous like a real dancer.

She feels sorry for him when he's sad, and she cheers for him when he's happy. Although his time outside was short, after entering here, he began to understand that the time at that time was the most brilliant time. He wants to share this time with others, and Xiaomeng is undoubtedly the best person to listen to.

The young genius finally feels no longer lonely. He was no longer the only living person in the glass house.

The depression in his chest came out as the words came out softly, and the young genius felt much more relaxed.

He talked and talked to Xiaomeng for a long time. When he said he was tired, he finally realized that Xiaomeng was still missing something.

Her metal skeleton leaked out, and pale reflections appeared in the glass house from time to time, which always felt unsightly.

Since she was named "Xiaomeng", how could she make her appearance match the name.

The young genius, imagining certain characters from the anime, pulls out a sheet from a stack of white paper and draws it with a pencil.

A blue school uniform, a black miniskirt, black high heels, and delicate skin like white porcelain are much more eye-catching. It's just that his painting skills are not enough, and what is shown on the white paper is a little twisted and twisted, not humanoid.

He's already spent a lot of energy and doesn't want to work on art anymore.

He looked at his scribbles, picked up a pencil and wrote a note next to him.

Although the base restricted his freedom, it never said no to his request, and this time it was the same.

The young genius chatted with Xiao Meng and told jokes, and what he asked for was sent over by a group of white coats.

He looked at the two or three layers of white skin for a long time. Dust-free, silky, delicate, I really don't know what material it is made of.

He didn't want to dwell on how much dirt was hidden behind these sleek and beautiful things. No one will say that. You can't call the things out there that you can walk around. Xiaomeng is a human being, they are all machines.