They were so close that the slightest breathing could be heard clearly, and if the fingers were clasped together, could their hearts be connected? Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info But this tenderness is just a lie, and they know each other very well. If it continues, even the feelings will become false and tiresome. The charming snow-white skin clings to each other like cream, and they finally understand what "life" is.

And then they will understand what "death" is. In the dark wilderness where they can't see their fingers, no one can show them the way, and only by holding high the light can they illuminate the path they should go. The dark clouds that condense over the land at dusk herald the prelude to the opera that will be staged next.

Storm, storm coming.

"Miss Connor, are you alright? You don't look good, do you need a break?"

She woke up suddenly, shaking her head, and then realized what she was doing. The girl shook her head, immersed the thoughts that filled her mind in the deep memory, and she smiled as usual, nodding slightly.

"It's okay, just keep visiting," Dior said, "but then again, your Skar's technology is incredible. This is already a god's skill, and from now on, the progress of mankind will become more and more violent. ”

Until the destruction, she thought maliciously, and continued to follow the guide of the "Skal" company around the company.

"So, why don't you go and see our company's latest products? It's still in development and hasn't started selling it to the public, but the British government has already placed an order. It may not be good to me, but that's the skill of God. ”

"Oh, since you've said so, I'm sure I'm going to take a look," Dior's slender fingers fiddled with the pipe in his palm, "presumably it's the rumored 'Lady・Eva.Future.'" ”

The guide was a little surprised when he heard the name, but when he realized who the girl in front of him was, he smiled understandingly, and said with a confession:

Miss Connor was right, after all, there are ethical issues with the technology at this stage, and the public will not necessarily accept this form of "life". So I don't show it to the general public, but it's rare for Miss Connor to come today, and the boss has asked me to introduce you to 'her', so this is an exception. There is another guest who is also scheduled to meet her, so you will visit with her due to limited time..."

"It's okay, but... Referring to the technology you showed before, "Lady Eva.Future" must have been able to integrate into human society without any flaws," Dior's eyes showed a hint of malice, "It's really shocking technology, if it weren't for the lack of fertility, I'm afraid it would be completely indistinguishable from humans." ”

"I'll tell you, Miss Connor, that part has already been settled," replied the guide casually, walking ahead, "the boss has always been in pursuit of perfection, and her words will surely make anyone... Even women are 'people' who fall in love with it. I think the reason why the boss wants to do this is that he wants to make every human emotion meticulous, so that the successors of 'her' in the future can be more diverse, and even become a 'nation'. ”

If robots can integrate into society without being tied down under this premise, there may be such a result. Another form of life, created with human beings themselves as a template, lives with human beings, and as human beings, they can have everything that human beings expect. It is simply inconceivable to gather all the good and pure in one individual, and to create a perfect existence in this way. But the premise for such creatures to continue to maintain their perfection is to deprive them of the ability to learn.

Won't be polluted by any thought, pure, beautiful. But in that case, can it be called perfect? In the end, what is made is nothing more than a disgusting 'prop' to satisfy selfish desires. It was not a "future Eve", but just a fairy tale that could only be seen from afar. Dio actually has some expectations, what kind of product is that "future Eve"?

"This is it, Miss Connor. ”

The two of them came to the door of a room in the company, Dio nodded to him, and when the guide opened the door, he stood beside him with no prospects, and Diorton stood there for a moment before stepping inside.

Something caught Dior off guard. The large living room is as elegant and luxurious as the mansion of the aristocracy of the last century, richly furnished and decorated. The wide staircase extended to the other rooms on the second floor, making Dior feel like he had arrived at some aristocratic mansion, which was also too large, at least two stories high. It is unreasonable that such a large room in this company belongs to the "future Eve"? When Dior turned his eyes to the living room, he saw a familiar person sitting on the sofa.

"What an adventure, I didn't expect you to come here too, Dior. Sherlock held his teacup and nodded gracefully.

"I think you've been waiting for me here for a long time," Dior said with a 'sure enough' look on his face, "though I don't really want to meet you at a time like this." ”

Sherlock will be here, which means that Dior's affairs are still in the hands of those people. In general, this is not good news, but ... Dior is ready. She had been prepared for a long time, and it was to give an end to this chain of events that had made her so irritating that she had come here.

"My dear Miss Detective, what do you think 'Future Eve' will be?" said Dior.

"We'll see each other soon, and... Wouldn't it be great if you could realize your ideas one by one?" Sherlock didn't glance at Dior, turning his head to stare up the stairs.

Following her gaze, "she" finally arrived. Dressed in a gorgeous white dress, she looks very well matched with her long black hair, unlike anyone the girl has ever met, and her natural skin and well-proportioned body seem to exist only in the painting. In his life, Dior has seen a versatile and dancing woman, and he has also seen a stunning girl who climbed from the bottom of society to the upper class, but no matter which one it is, in front of the girl in front of him, who looks like he is about eighteen, he is like a mortal.

The figure is slender, if out of the water hibiscus, stand in a pavilion. Elegant manners and generous behavior, I am afraid that anyone in the world will be amazed.

Maybe it's just an illusion, or maybe it's just some kind of brain function at work? She doesn't actually feel that this "future Eve" is particularly good, but it always feels like there is a strange beauty, a deep attraction.

"Waiting, my name is Evesin. She saluted, then sat down on the couch.

“... It's really interesting, I think you should know who you are. Dio raised the corners of his mouth and sneered imperceptibly.

"Yes, I know," said the 'Eve,' "graceful posture, graceful figure, voice, eyes, movements, steps, looks, features, even shadows, countenances, personalities, souls. In a new body, a new existence is created by the techniques of modern science. I am both human and not human. I'm just a symbol, not just a symbol. ”

“... That's pretty good, I wonder if you've thought about anything else?" Dior's index finger and thumb clasped together, and Sherlock glanced at her, not saying much.

"For example?"

"Your own future," Dior narrowed his eyes, "the life of a human being consists of many things, and you are missing a huge part. You don't have a childhood, you don't have the first half of your life, you have been like that since you were born. If you have the opportunity to have your own free life... Have you ever imagined a future like that?"

"I'll have my own life, but not now," Avacyn nodded gently, "I've thought about what I want to do..."

"Is that really the case?" Dior smiled, "Let me speculate that you are the first perfect android for Skal." Then, when you're done, you'll be pushed to the front and back of the stage as a symbol, and you'll be the focus of everyone's attention, whether you want to or not... Even if you want to, it may only be a part of the will that "Skar" has given you. You didn't have an "ego" from the beginning, poor Avacyn. Your thoughts are just your insignificant, unfulfilled dreams. Avacyn – You don't have a life of your own. ”

“！”

"That's enough, Dior. Sherlock frowned.

"Am I not right?" Dior crossed Erlang's legs, his waist straightened up, and a malicious smile had not yet faded from her face, "At that point, you will start to complain about humanity - if you can do that." Then you will start expecting the life you deserve, which is your destiny, and your consciousness and the people around you will determine how you will go. I say again, Avacyn, you won't have a life of your own, unless you're truly 'human.'" It's a perfect dream and a great life to be in a 'cage' built by someone else like this! It's no different from the statue over there. You're just a 'spectacle', and when you notice it, you're afraid you'll blame it on the person who created it, it's disgusting, as stupid and ugly as a human being..."

Wicked smile, ruthless words, she is Dio, a girl can only say such things. She shows no mercy to anyone, and no one is special. A dead silence permeated the three of them, and Avacyn clenched her fists and lowered her eyes and face at some point. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she was as afraid of something.

"Too..."

Finally, she finally spat out a few syllables, and when both Dior and Sherlock began to wonder if this "Avacyn" was the so-called "future Eve", Avacyn looked up, but there was a smile on her face.

"So handsome, Miss Dior, "Scar" must have been favored by the gods if I was able to let me see you!"

"Huh?"

Sherlock and Dio couldn't help but stare at this strange "Eve", and neither of them could react for a while.

"Wait a minute... I think I've gone too far, do you really know what I'm going to say?"