When Pamir woke up again, he saw the face of a middle-aged man, and the words he had just said in a coma.

"You are?" Pamir wanted to get up, but the pain was so intense that he couldn't get up.

"Me? A professor, my name is Shirou Matsushima, if you don't want to remember, just call the professor. Matsushima Shirou took out a stethoscope and listened to Pamir's body.

Pamir now felt a little disobedient all over his body: "You saved me? ”

But Matsushima Shirou didn't seem to listen to him at all: "I just can't stand it, you try to move your left hand." ”

Left hand, left hand is gone?

Pamir looked at his left hand, which was already a robotic arm.

"I, I, I." Pamir felt a pain in his head, he could no longer remember what had happened.

"You were hit by a car and I brought you back, do you remember?"

Cart?

Pamir seemed to have an impression that he was struggling to move forward when he was half-unconscious and half-conscious, and then he heard what appeared to be a whistle next to him.

"Me, my left hand is gone?" Pamir still could not accept the fact that he was more important than his life.

"Not just the hands, but all of your body is now a machine except for your head and the upper body on the right side." Matsushima Shirou brought a huge mirror, and Pamir could see his body sideways, now in pieces.

He suddenly felt that he had fallen into despair: "Why save me, let me die a hundred times, I might as well die now." ”

Matsushima Shirou only left him with a back: "It's good that you just lie here now, although you can't talk about the piano with your left hand, you can do something else." ”

"Something else?"

"You lie down for a few days and then talk about it when you're in a good mood."

……

Half a month passed quickly, and every day Pamir felt as if he was still in danger, and he woke up from his sleep countless times, only to realize that it was just a dream.

Then looking at himself in the mirror, he felt that his whole person was ruined.

The professor came over once a day to collect data, but basically didn't have much to do with him.

On this day, the professor gave it to him

The body was trimmed, and through a few days of data to fully familiarize the Pamir with his body.

Pamir tried to move his body, and now he had a little bit of the same body feeling as before.

"There's nothing wrong with a mechanical body, it's more durable, it's stronger, and it's replaceable." Matsushima Shirou gave Pamir a document.

"What for?"

"See for yourself, I don't have many books here, just these blueprints, if you're bored, you can read them." Matsushima Shirou said as he calculated the data.

"So when can I get out?"

Matsushima Shirou stopped what he was doing: "You're not afraid of being beaten, and you don't even have your right hand?" ”

"So what do I do next?"

"Stay with me, I'm quite interested in the able, I can give you a safe place, you just need to cooperate with my research."

"I, this." Pamir didn't have anything to say, after all, it was the professor who saved him, and there was no harm in staying for the time being.

But Pamir's decision opened a new door.

He was also extremely gifted in mechanics, he was indeed a genius, and he mastered most of Matsushima Shirou's drawings while he was self-taught.

The professor also admired his ability and made a lot of suggestions.

Ten years have passed, and Pamir has been in the professor's laboratory for ten years, during which time he has received a doctorate degree and has mastered outstanding abilities.

But he became paranoid, and he began to believe only in machines.

Because soon after he was injured, he thought of one thing, and that was that only one of his best friends knew about the Able.

And how did those who beat and bully him know?

The Pamir already knew that he had been betrayed, betrayed by his own friends.

He also went to ask the professor, but the professor never answered, and later the professor told him that it was his friend who betrayed him.

Machines do not betray, they will always obey their masters and do everything perfectly.

Man is the least trustworthy because you can never see what color his heart is.

The Pamirs have done more and more over the years, including developing their own capabilities.

Professor Zeng

The scripture once said a very interesting thing: "The ability of the capable person is determined by himself, by his past experience, his character, or his own desires." ”

Marionette, this is Pamir's ability, perhaps a sign that he wants to control everyone.

Now the Pamir was slowly walking along the wall, and he could see the sight of the destruction of the city, and he felt excitement.

This is what he did, holding everything into his own hands.

Just as he was immersed in his masterpiece, a cry brought him back to reality.

"Big brother, why are you here?"

Pamir looked fixedly: "Fatty? What about Rice? ”

The fat man looked a little out of breath: "He's gone to the media tower, I can't keep up with him." ”

"That's right, take me to the institute first, and wait for me to get a new body."

The fat man nodded, and then directly carried Pamir on his back and ran in the direction of the institute.

"Are all those people dead?" Pamir asked suddenly.

"They're all dead." The fat man nodded, and they followed the list one by one to find those who had persecuted the able.

"Wait a minute." Pamir motioned for the fat man not to go yet.

Then he squeezed his grip twice, and turned and walked down the street.

He heard something, a familiar feeling that made him walk over unconsciously.

There, there was a music box that had fallen to the ground, and there it sounded, and a girl was lying next to it, and the robot that had gone berserk was about to do something to her.

But in an instant, the robot's head fell, and Pamir's thread cut off his head and bound it.

Pamir walked straight to the music box, then gently picked it up.

This song is too familiar to him, this is a song he once wrote, and this music box actually recorded this song.

He flipped over the music box, which was already rusty in places, but it was clear that its owner had polished it.

"You take this kid to a safe place." Pamir returned the music box to the child.

"Then big brother, you're not going back to the institute?"

Pamir cut the robot from just now, ready to replace it with a relatively intact body: "I, I'm going to the media tower, I have something to confirm." ”