The bustard arranged the room and retreated, and everyone went into their own rooms to wash.

Luo Sheng took off his coat, and the sand shook down his clothes. He had to take a shower. I also had to make up some of the scratched humanoid tissue.

The water was rattling, and he soaked in the bathtub and watched the foam on the surface of the water.

The water comes from an oasis and is brought from the center of the desert.

In fact, it doesn't matter if he doesn't wash it, it doesn't affect the normal use of the system and the body. But the increasingly "human-like" data made him unconsciously begin to care about his appearance.

To tell the truth, now that the little girl praises him for being handsome, he will be inexplicably happy. It is similar to the recognition you get after you meet the standard of a certain ability.

It's weird. At the same time, he was not used to such changes.

If half a month ago, he didn't feel obvious pride, then he can really clearly perceive these emotions that are not so mainstream now.

At the same time, he also had an inexplicable mood - "population emotion".

That is, he kind of wants to look for "the same kind".

Under the domination of this emotion, Luo Sheng couldn't help but wonder if he was the first robot with delicate emotions to this extent.

The story that the mouse told him before made him a little concerned. But at the time he didn't think about these things, but now it's different, and today he met another "kind".

This gave him hope.

Twenty years ago, a robot awakened its desire to survive, and now it has met a bionic person with more delicate feelings.

Maybe you don't have to wait until you die? Maybe you can have a race, too?

Luo Sheng buried himself underwater. Deep eyes opened through the fluctuating phosphorus brightness, looking at the ceiling. Even he doubted that he could exhale.

You can't understand the feeling, it's like you've been walking for a long time to see your parents. It's really a hard feeling to put into words.

There is emotion, sadness, cowardice, and happiness...... Very complex psychology. Luo Sheng couldn't analyze it. He couldn't explain it clearly. In the end, we can only paraphrase an old saying of the human race: "Feelings are the most difficult to describe." "Come and comfort yourself.

The bathroom light is dimly reflected on the tiles on the walls. Luo Sheng looked at his body. It was the first time he had formally looked at the carrier of his thoughts.

I have to say, very good carrier. Strong, tall, and curved in line with the aesthetic design.

From the outside, Luo Sheng himself could hardly tell the difference between him and humans. Even he himself almost didn't doubt that he was a warm living being.

Once upon a time, the difference between androids and humans was thought, but now? There was also a blazing temperature in his soul at this moment. Do they shorten the distance? Or is it the same?

The word human is a definition of thought, and it is also a so-called higher-order biological form in objective facts.

But what if there is no thought and feelings, only a shell remains? What else do they have to be proud of?

Human beings in the past made ideas and carried thoughts. Now Rasheng is also making ideas and carrying them.

In this environment, can he himself be called a real "person"?

Can sentient androids be called "humans"?

Will sentient robots be regarded as a new evolutionary state of human beings?

Unknown, everything is unknown.

Luo Sheng didn't want to think about this anymore, it was difficult, it was too difficult. This is basically an unsolvable philosophical question.

But one thing is clear, it is impossible for humans and demons to accept them. Who doesn't love cheap labor that is productive?

If these "inferior races" are accepted, it means that the self-righteous racial pride of the superior will be broken.

They are so proud that they don't have eyes, and they don't reflect on their inexplicable superiority. On the contrary, these guys will think that everything is caused by the other party.

The prejudice in people's minds is a mountain that you can never bulldoze. Any early struggles can only be suppressed by force.

Luo Sheng stood in front of the mirror and gently brushed away the water droplets on it with his hands, leaving only a trail of water meandering and crawling on it.

It's a bit early to think about everything at the moment, after all, everything has to live, and let's take revenge for Yan Mo.