The white, glossy walls and floors reflect the cold light overhead, so that the whole room does not look dim, but rather cold.

The little boy sat on the white bed in the middle of the room, looking gloomily at the silver-white metal box in his hand that reflected the light, and next to a letter simply and scribbled:

This is the latest robot we've researched, so it's your birthday present, it's charged

Stay with your father who loves you deeply

"Birthday...... Oh...... Birthday...... It's so nice...... "The little boy looked at the box in his hand, "It's so special! The 13th birthday was a time for him to do robots. Oh no! It's a box, a box that can't be opened. It's also much better than the so-called AI so high that it is close to a human Booker, and it's also better than the gadgets sent on his birthday a few years ago, I don't know how many times! ”

Intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced around the corner at the "gadgets" piled up—a few game consoles and small robots with good AI but batteries removed.

He looked at the box, and he thought that the beautiful pattern on the box made its existence not meaningless, maybe the beautiful pattern was what it was all about, and then he smiled, what robot? How could a box with no opening, or even a crack, allow him to activate a switch he recognized.

"What voice control, fingerprints don't work at all! It's just a plain beautiful metal box. But is it fun to make such a joke with a birthday child? Oh yes, how could he care? He only has bullshit AI technology in his eyes" His big eyes were slightly red, he pinched the box hard, still didn't give up and turned it over and over again, and finally sighed, threw it into the "gadget", and laughed at himself, "Can I still expect it to have the function of retinal scanning?" ”

He stood up and went to the window of the room, and anyway he thought that the long strip of transparent glass was the only window in the white room, and the window was quite large, at least bigger than him, and he snapped his fingers, which he thought was good, and then the light went out.

The moonlight outside the window was sprinkled on the ground, and he looked out, with his hands behind his back, looking a little funny, like an adult-like pose, but he was a good substitute for the role.

A cracked crack appeared on the wall on the other side of the room, and something like a door appeared, and a figure walked in.

"Booker, are you here to put me to sleep?" The boy didn't look back.

"Yes, it's time to sleep, and the master surprisingly called to ask the young master how the gift was" The figure walked up to the boy, bathed in the moonlight, and his body was revealed.

White mechanical body, black mechanical joints

White metallic face, black metallic eyes.

He had glasses in one eye, and even though the boy had thought from the beginning that the robot didn't need it, it said it was like a butler, and the boy laughed, but Booker didn't understand the smile, and he didn't understand it.

The man said it was trendy, and the boy didn't know what he was referring to, or maybe where, but the boy didn't like it, no matter what it was.

"How? Well, what do you think of the city from here? The boy asked, without looking at Booker.

Booker analyzed it with its mechanical brain, and he looked out the window, a metal city, even the road.

Shuttle, shuttle through the air around the tallest central tech tower.

The car, on the white glossy road, drives.

People, walking on the bustling streets.

The moonlight reflected on the white ground, reflected on the faces of people with various expressions, and reflected on the hearts that were colder than the ground, and the funny thing was that the moonlight was still emitted from the top of the Tower of Central Technology.

"The city is full of white as the main color, black as the color scheme, and metal silver and white as the pattern, and the color of the store is much better than a few years ago, after all, everything was made of architectural metal back then. Well...... It does seem so innocent, and it is. Booker said lightly, rightly.

"And how do these people look?" The boy continued.

"Young Master...... What's wrong with you? ”

Answer the question! I'll go to sleep right away. ”

"From this point of view, everyone is happy, and so it should be."

"Happy?" He looked at the tall tower of central science and technology, and muttered to himself in a voice that mosquitoes can't hear, "How is that possible?" ”

"Let's get out. I slept. I think I have something to do tomorrow. The boy said, and climbed back into bed, closing his eyes, as if he were soon asleep.

"Okay" Booker sighed, it didn't know why it sighed, only that it should have been programmed to make it do this, and then he walked out, and the door closed.

The boy opened his eyes at this time, and the golden light flashed in his black eyes, and whispered: "A machine is a machine, a program is a program, no matter what, it can't replace people, and things without a soul are not as good as mosquitoes, why don't you understand?" Then he closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

Booker turned off the light in the living room and looked back at the boy's room, he sighed again, and then he was stunned, why should I sigh? His mechanical brain didn't think twice before the thought was deleted by an unknown program.

He walked over to the table, pulled out his chair, and sat down slowly, there was nothing on the table, except for a pot of fruit of various colors, but this did not affect a robot in a daze.

Why the daze? Nobody knows.

It took a few minutes for his mechanical brain to come alive, thinking about the young master's affairs.

Two months ago, the young master was on vacation, Booker was very happy, he should be very happy, at least he would not be the only one in the family, but the young master disappeared on the way home, before Booker drove to school.

When the bad news reached its mechanical brain, he didn't know what to do.

Perhaps, the master will go crazy! That's what Booker thought.

But this is not the case, the news came out, and after a few seconds, only one word was received: Oh.

"Oh?" Based on this word alone, Booker can't calculate what the master means, happy? Uncomfortable? Or anger?

The cold answer drove him a little crazy, and probably humans call this feeling of data disorder madness.

"The master should have made some moves!" Booker waited with this thought in mind, day after day, all the time.

Until yesterday, on August 30, a courier was delivered by a beautiful robot lady, with a metal box or metal cube and a letter for the young master.

And what about the young master? Booker was a little overwhelmed, accepted the courier, and sent a message to the master, "Young master? ”

If you look at the message record at this time, then you will find that Booker will send a sentence every morning, "Young Master?" ”

61 days in a row!

"Wait!" The master replied, and a few seconds later the master sent another sentence, "You are the most perfect work I have ever made, dear Booker!" Booker, however, did not care about his master's praise for him.

The courier was placed on the long table in the living room, and he just watched it all day.

"Ding Dong!" The doorbell rings, and it's a lively day because it's the third doorbell this month.

The first time was Barlow, a friend of the owner.

The second time was the courier, well, and Miss Robot.

This is the third time.

Booker opened the door, and an incomparably familiar person in front of him once again overwhelmed an intelligent AI robot.

"Young Master, you're back!" It's still a cold electronic sound, and no one will know the feelings contained in it.

The little boy said "um", but it was even colder for Booker.

But what does it matter? The young master is back!

The young master asked the master's reaction, then sneered, stopped talking, went out the next day, and came back at night.

"The master's reaction, no wonder the young master has been angry with the master." Booker thought so.

He stood up and went to tidy up some things, after all, the young master was going back to school tomorrow, but for some reason, he wanted to "sleep" a little.