The twenty-seventh day into the eternal world.

It's snowing again.

Wilson warmed up the food, and a small snowflake fell in the sky, and by the time he had eaten breakfast, the environment was too bad to move forward. It's weird! He and the robot have their backs against a giant hive and light a fire to keep warm. There are no tall trees around here to shelter them, fortunately it is a snowy day, not rain, no shelter is acceptable, although the snow is heavy, but it is not a blizzard, just wait until the snow stops, I hope there are no traps or anything like that, Wilson does not want to step into a deep pit because of the snow cover.

"Snow-water-condensation-solid." The robot gives its opinion to the snowflakes that fall on its body. He always analyzes everything he can see.

"Do you have this knowledge stored in your brain?"

The robot turned its head and replied to Wilson: "Brain-biological organs-knowledge-computers-I don't have a brain." "In the robot's eye sockets are two mechanical eyeballs.

"You understand what I'm saying, right?" Wilson has a lot of questions about robots, and he wants to take advantage of this time to ask them out. He had doubts about all his companions.

"Understood?" Robots can also ask questions, "Understand-Comprehend-Know." ”

Wilson didn't know what the robot was trying to say, but the general meaning was that he would be able to understand what Wilson was saying, "Can we talk a little bit?" Actually, I have a lot of questions for you. ”

"Talk - ask questions - yes."

"So how did you find us in the first place? I mean, how did you find our tent that night, you really scared Willow and me. ”

The robot reached out in the direction of the base, "Walk-fire-smoke." He probably meant that he followed the direction of the black smoke from the charcoal burning to find Wilson and them, and that Wilson did use charcoal as fuel during that time.

"So you were in this world? I mean, like Weber, you're the natives of this world? Wilson added wood to the campfire.

The robot watched as Wilson picked up the firewood and stuffed it into the flames: "It reminds me of something. World - Bed - Room - Scientist - Tools & Parts - Robot. ”

He didn't answer Wilson's question directly, but Wilson seemed to have something to gain from his words: "You mean to say that you were made?" "But robots must be made, how can there be natural robots," but why don't you need to consume electricity? Also, do robots need food too? How do you digest it? ”

"Power-Energy-Food-Nutrition, WX-78 needs supplementation." The bot didn't respond positively.

"Okay then." Wilson felt like he couldn't ask any useful information, "How did you get into this world?" ”

At this point, the robot shook its head, "I don't know. ”

It turns out that he can say words that express rejection, and although the robot's voice has no tone or emotion, Wilson observes that WX-78 has the ability to express emotions, such as farewell, longing, and rejection. Is he really a robot?

There was nothing to say about the two, and unlike Wally's taciturnity, the robot was not aloof, but as a machine, he could not have been as enthusiastic and heroic as Wolfgang.

Until the dog barks again.

It's the hounds, those ferocious dogs. The snow was still falling, it was much lighter, and they had to get out of the way. Wilson had learned the lesson from last time, and he knew very well that he and the robots could not deal with these hounds without weapons, and that they had to be quick, and that there would be no spiders to save the scene this time.

"It's the hounds, we need to get out of here." Wilson put his backpack on his back, the robot stood up, and the two of them walked in the direction of the base.

"Hound - Canine - Training - Strong - Hunting."