Why is that?

I started thinking about what the hell was going on. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

What makes everyone who they are now.

Or why I'm different from everyone else.

Am I the only one in this world who is truly alive?

Everyone else is a robot?

Now the programs of these robots are malfunctioning?

I shook my head, I studied medicine.

Human beings are made up of bones, fat, and water.

Of course, there are also inorganic and organic compounds.

Organs and organs, which of these things are like machines?

Thinking about this, my back was cold, and the whole person began to be confused.

If they are all human, real humans.

So I can still move, what am I?

Am I a robot?

I started touching my whole body, at least I looked like a human.

I had a bold idea.

I pulled out the pressure strap and tied my left hand.

He then gave himself a local anesthetic to his left hand.

Disinfected twice.

I held the scalpel in my right hand and aimed it at my left hand, which I had anesthetized.

I wondered if this knife went down.

If cut in wires, cut in steel plates.

Cut out the battery fluid, cut out the data cable.

So what the hell am I?

I hesitated at first, but I couldn't prove it without cutting it.

I started gasping for air and closed my eyes.

When I opened my eyes, I tightened my teeth and slowly drew them down.

Cut the skin and cut into the muscle.

There was still a slight ache coming from me.

The blood was pouring out, and the scene was a little out of control.

Despite the local anesthesia, the visual pain still affected my body in my mind.

My right hand began to tremble, and I put down the scalpel and I picked up the tool pliers.

I picked up a sterilized towel and pressed it to drain the blood that flowed out.

Then I gently broke open the wound.

Inside are muscles, and white bones can be seen.

Gently flip and the artery is clearly visible.

I'm the same as the textbooks, just like the human race.

I happily covered the wound and began to stitch it with one hand.

It was as if I had done something stupid, but I couldn't have been happier.

At least I'm human.

Looking at the first love around me, the operation was not completed at this time.

In desperation, I used the rest of the thread I used to start stitching her up.

I didn't even sterilize the needles because I wasn't afraid of infecting her.

She became a living inflatable doll in my eyes, and I was just a living walking dead in my eyes.

Babies can't cry and their airways are filled with amniotic fluid.

Cutting the umbilical cord and now, he is no longer breathing.

It's not that I don't want to save him, it's that I can't take care of a vegetative person anymore.

I'm still a baby, and even if I feed it, I won't be able to continue as a human being.

So what the hell is wrong with humans, I wrapped up my first love and carried it out of the operating room.

I put her back in her bedroom, and I stood there in a daze.

The left hand began to bleed again from the series of actions just now.

It slowly flowed out of the cut and stitched wound, but I didn't care.

I found a roll of gauze and wrapped it simply, but it was particularly laborious to tie the knot with only one hand.

My teeth gritted the gauze and pulled it tight, and I saw a deep red through the gauze.

I started giggling at my stupidity, I could get my first love pregnant.

So how can I be a machine, and my brain is starting to run out when I am alone.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

My whole body trembled.

There was that paragraph in my mind.

The last man on earth sat alone in a room. At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

I ran to the gate as fast as I could, and my right hand was naturally gripping the handle.

But I stopped, and I began to think about what I would see.

If it's human, then am I crazy?

If it's an alien with tentacles, am I going to be pulled for experiments?

If it was another self?

There was a knock on the door, pulling my thoughts back.

I stared at the gate, why didn't the gate of the villa by the sea even have a cat's eye.

I reluctantly opened the door.

In front of me was a panda, looking at me.

I started thinking about it, and it's been ten months.

Why is it a panda knocking on the door now?

Wait, can bears hibernate for months?

Is everyone starting to wake up?

The panda stares at me, I stare at the panda.

It seems like it's a very docile animal, right?

But will you go crazy and eat me after being hungry for so long?

"Come on, bite me to death. I spread my hands and said.

"What do you say, what do you eat? Panda said.

I was shocked with a dislocated jaw and stared at the panda with wide eyes.

"Well, count yourself lucky. We've finally found you, and of course there's no death penalty in our code, so let's take you back after answering your doubts. The panda said, shaking his head.

"Recycling? In the end... What's going on?", I said, puzzled.

"The world you live in is really just a game of our world, similar to the online game where your world is connected. The game has been available for more than 4,000 years, but it was discontinued last year due to an accident. We started recycling resources about four months ago, but the system kept showing that there was still a movement of living organisms that could not be recycled. So today, we have to send maintenance workers like me down to do the recycling work. Panda said.

"You say... I'm just gaming. I said in surprise.

"You're not even a game, you're just a prop. We're tired of playing data games, and real interactive games became popular more than 4,000 years ago. Do you remember the stars in the sky? Each one is a monitor, and our players rely on the monitor to observe and operate you. ”

"Everything, I do it with my own brain. How?" I said, puzzled.

"Of course you can't do it, otherwise how can we make money. The players above spend money to buy resources and attribute points for you, and we place resources and add attributes. Then the player looks at your perception and uses resources to develop and progress, and that's the rules of this game. According to your thinking, it is like secretly putting a log and sharp stone next to the wild man, then the wood and stone are resources, and if the wild man finds and happens to use the resources to make a stone axe. That's progression, and that's the heart of the game. Our company says it never changes everything that happens in the game, but there are still a lot of players who use plugins to change the game. Panda said.

"I still don't understand. I said.

"This is to say that you exist, you are a plug-in to be used. You are a character that you are sent in by the player through cheating, and used to cheat. Panda said.

"Cheating?cheating?am I modified?" I looked at Panda blankly.

"It was very profitable to start the game, and everyone bought it. Rich people desperately pile up size and strength, and some extremely perverted characters are created. At that time, the thing that dominated the rankings was called dinosaurs, and it could basically be said to be an invincible existence. Panda said.

"What does this have to do with me?" I said.

"Your birth is a joke, there was a local tyrant who bought a lot of points and started to give the monkey some power. He had ordered a lot before, and some of the apes were his masterpieces. But which time he clicked wrong, after the heap of intellectual things came out. He was laughed at by the other players for a long time, and at first he approached us to ask for changes. But we said we wouldn't change what had happened, and then the local tyrants began to insist on going their own way. Even some of the people who laughed at him began to raise their intelligence in order to see his jokes. Panda said.

"Heap of intelligence and we're it?" I said.

"Joke, if you pile up intelligence, you can have you. So why not give the dinosaurs a pile of intelligence? Are you all fools when intelligence produced only one attribute, which was called unity. And the highest pile of intelligence is not a person, do you know ants? That's the result of only a pile of intelligence. The product that gives the dragon heap intelligence is called a velociraptor dragon. Panda said.

"And how did we get here?" I asked again.

"It's like you can fly with just a little strength and not a little bit of size, and by chance, you people have been pointed out of the concept of tribes. Start with a few to fight one, or even dozens to fight one. This made players with a little intelligence more and more crazy, and at some point even pointed out the talent of gods. But that's not what contributed to you, it's that some players are cheating. Panda said.

"Cheating?" I said again, puzzled.

"A tyrant who piles up dinosaur power spends money to make a monitor rotate all day long, that is, the stars in the sky. At that time, the rocker arm of the monitor was not well developed, and it could not withstand wear and tear and fall. The so-called meteor just hit the human race. I thought it would bring a heavy blow to people, but instead it brought fire. That's when people really got to the top of the rankings. Panda said.

"And then it turned out like this?" I said.

"No, it's just that the means of cheating are getting more and more advanced. We're starting to get harder and harder to stop, because of this spark. We had no choice but to cancel the choice of other races and began to refrain from constructing new races. Even the races were cut, leaving only you humans and some species. And start building a new story continuation game based on you. Who knew that there were more and more people cheating to get this step. Panda said.

"Isn't that nice?" I said.

"The player infiltrates the world and disguises himself as a panda. Do you think your progress depends on yourself when necessary to make humanity more and more progressive?" said Panda.

"You say that our progress does not depend on ourselves, and that the stars in the sky are monitors, but humans have already been in outer space?" I retorted.

"Joke, we can't see what you've made on the ground. It's half of the launch, and it's not easy to brainwash and send it back. Panda said.

"So why is it that everyone is in a vegetative state, but I'm fine. I said.

"There was a problem with the game running, which led to the suspension of the service. All creatures related to the game's data are cut off, and you're not the one in the database. Panda said.

"I'm not? why is that?" I said.

"There are many intelligent beings in our world, and almost every one of them has some intelligence. There are also human beings, but human beings are a rare and protected resource in our world. Just like there are pandas in your world, rarity is not at the top of the food chain because of a fatal shortcoming. Know that rabies, every human in our world has a latent virus of mad disease. The attack is like a zombie, and it will be contagious if you bite your own kind. And you're a human being in our world, and you're carrying this germ with you. This is known from the mouth of an avid player. In order to make the game fun, he plans to engage in a zombie siege to increase the popularity of the game. We repeatedly stressed that we would not change the rules of the world, but there was no way to know that you had been brought into the game, so we had to stop the service. Panda said.

"You mean, I was brought in by your players? I said.

"Brainwashing is a profound science, and now we intend to recycle you. Panda said.

"What will happen to me?" I said anxiously.

"I didn't arrange it, I guess I'll be sent to the zoo for exhibition. Panda smiled and pulled out his gun.

When I woke up again, I was in a tin cage.

I had no clothes on me, and I was covered in straw.

Outside the cage, pandas were watching me and even stuffing in fruit.

The little panda on the side took the hand of the big panda and said, "Mom, these lovely people are so lazy, how did they live for thousands of years without the hair on their bodies?"

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