Giacco felt as if he was walking through a long, dark tunnel, all the bizarre sights speeding through his eyes, and he saw himself—an infinite number of himself.

They shuttle through all kinds of scenes and do all kinds of things, but the strange thing is that these "themselves" who do their own things look different from what he remembers. They all looked like they had the same face, but Giacco didn't recognize that face.

He also saw many scenes without himself. In those scenes, he could sometimes see his lover, and sometimes he could see someone he didn't know at all. These people were doing things he didn't know anything about, and even the world they were in was different from what he had experienced before.

He didn't know where he really was, who he really was. However, as those scenes passed through one by one, there was a consciousness that became clearer and more obvious......

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"Active test subject opens his eyes for the seventh time......" Before Moore's words were finished, the man inside jumped out, and Seven got up from the cabin with a grunt, and rushed towards the passive test chamber without even looking at Moore and Victor.

"Seven! Number Seven! Moore gritted his teeth and angrily chased after him, only to see Seven's tall figure quickly stop in front of the laboratory.

"Open the door!" Seven shouted.

Victor didn't understand when Seven woke up, so he scrambled to open the door, and Seven immediately rushed inside. He was very athletic, and in less than half a minute, he got into the thick spider web-like lines, and climbed up to get close to the huge "coffin".

In the window of the coffin, the man with long hair flowing in the yellow liquid still had his eyes closed and his lips pale. Seven stroked the glass in front of him, as if caressing his face.

"Jaco, Jaco......" he said with great anticipation. But the other party did not open his eyes.

“…… I said I was going to bring you out...... I said ......," Seven stared at the closed eyes with long eyelashes. The face was ordinary, nothing special, but the eyes were handsome even when closed. It's just handsome and not a little angry.

"What is that idiot doing?" Moore said angrily.

"I—I don't know......," Victor was stunned, "and—maybe he's waiting for the passive subject to wake up......"

"Wake up?" Moore didn't believe such nonsense at all, "He's been standing there bare-ass for five minutes now, do you really believe his words?" ”

Seven still had nutrient solution left on his body, and his hair was wet. Victor reluctantly went in and rushed up and shouted, "Seven! Come down! If he wakes up, our instruments will be the first to know. You at least come down and get dressed. ”

But Seven ignored Victor at all.

"Come down, his next consciousness is about to begin, and if you want to go in, you have to be prepared......"

Seven blocks out all sounds around him. He wanted to pull out all the wiring from the person in the "coffin", he wanted to shake his shoulders, he wanted to call his name to tell him that he was out. But he didn't dare to destroy all the other party's survival equipment. As the minutes ticked by, the odds of him waking up became smaller and smaller, and Seven's eyes gradually dimmed.

Maybe he's too self-righteous. He thought that he could give the "self" that was already getting stronger and stronger the belief to break free from the "consciousness of God". He thought that he had done his best, and in order to make the other party understand everything, his exposure in this last consciousness could almost be killed by the other party's consciousness at any time.

In this consciousness he bears too much burden, and he bets everything on this consciousness.

But his lover did not wake up.

Giacco didn't wake up.

Seven closed his eyes, and a massive wave of disappointment welled up over his man-made body. He pressed his forehead against the glass, remembering everything that had happened before. He was already too tired, and Victor was right. His burden was already too great. He's not really a human after all.

But Jaco taught him what it meant to be human.

He showed him how tears flowed, what pain was, and what moved his heart.

Seven furrowed his eyebrows tightly.

Giako...... Wake up...... Giacco ......"

The man submerged in the liquid never opened his eyes.

"Seven, it's time for you to rest." Moore didn't get angry again this time. He looked at Seven with an extremely complicated pity in his eyes.

Victor suddenly grabbed Mohr.

Moore frowned at Victor. Victor pulled him out of the room, pointing to a glass-separated Seven, and said, "He's taken it." ”

"He's looking for death." Moore said impatiently.

"I mean," Victor said, "he didn't rely on the host and took on all the data before. ”

Morlen paused for a moment, and his eyes widened suddenly. Entering the culture chamber of the passive subject's consciousness cannot be connected to the external host database, which is likely to cause data disorder. Before entering the consciousness of the passive test subject, Seven connected to the console and downloaded all the data. At that time, he was still connected to the host, and Victor and Moore didn't pay much attention to it.

But they didn't notice that he just entered each other's consciousness with a lot of data.

Seven's storage space is obviously not enough to store that data!

Victor saw a glimmer of fear slowly rising in Moore's eyes......

If an android doesn't store data in storage, where else can it be placed......

Seven's cheek was pressed against the glass, and he whispered the true name of the man inside until he had given up all hope.

It was as if a huge stone was pulling his internal organs down, and his whole heart sank with weariness. He pressed his forehead against the glass and said weakly, as if pleading, "Wake up...... Baby......"

"Huh!! - "A loud alarm sounded, and various instruments began their first call, and yellow light flashed around the entire laboratory, and Seven was suddenly startled, and his first reaction was to grab the cultivation pod that was suspended in the air! He thought there was some mechanical accident, and he subconsciously didn't want the cultivation pod to suffer any collision and injury, but just as he looked up, he saw the man soaked in bright liquid, slowly opening his gray eyes-

If you use human language to describe it, Seven's brain is blank, and if you use the way of a computer to describe it, No. 7 is stuck.

The man inside was just looking at him inorganically under Seven's wide-eyed gaze. Then the long eyelashes slowly rose again, and the eyes met Seven's gaze.

Seven saw the corners of his mouth twitch, and slowly revealed a smile that was extremely bright and warm to the extreme.

He said: Fred.

A string of bubbles emerged from his mouth as if in slow motion, rising in front of Seven. Seven's heart beat strongly, and the world's voices converged on that.

At the first glance of returning to this real world, Jaco recognized the love of his life.

The author has something to say: yes, I can go and ask for leave with peace of mind and disappear ~ It's still that sentence ~ Wen Huang poked other works in my column, and the short story collection may be updated from time to time, and I will come back in two months for other works~

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