"Is there any student who would like to answer this question?" The math teacher on the podium asked.

I looked into the distance, a little dazed, and I remembered that my name was Lu Chengke.

Lu Chengke propped his right hand on the desk and supported his cheeks, feeling extremely bored with the so-called classmates who raised their arms around him. They wore white sleeveless shirts just like the ones who gave lectures.

"Everyone is very enthusiastic, then, let's ask C6 students to answer."

The green-haired boy in front of him, who was about the same height as him, stood up, and Lu Chengke squinted at his thin back, and began to imagine the scene of poking a screwdriver through the middle of his shoulder blades. Will he scream? Or like the chemistry teacher, he twisted his neck back desperately and begged himself not to do it.

"The C angle is 20 degrees, and the B angle is 50 degrees." There is no immaturity in the gentle voice that should be heard at this age, Lu Chengke raised his left hand to support the other side of his chin, this confined space like a tin cans is full of surveillance, and it would be bad if the sneer on his face was captured.

"Exactly, can you share with us the steps to solve the problem?"

Green Fur nodded and raised his right arm flat, like an athlete walking on a balance beam. Lu Chengke picked the thumb of his jaw and began to exert force, and his wrist recalled the touch of the green-handled driver when it pierced into the silicone and metal.

The green hair opened its little finger, which separated from the palm of the finger at the base of the finger, and the tore gap quickly spread to the elbow, and the thin strip of flesh left the arm and drooped downward, tearing out a flat transparent film.

"Here's how I did it." As soon as he finished speaking, a triangle appeared on the film, enclosed in a formula.

The formula wandered, and there was silence in all directions. Lu Chengke slowly let go of his fingers and gave himself a full score for today's performance with satisfaction.

Parker Snowway held Lu Chengke's file in his left hand and hurried to the third conference room. Yesterday the boy had just finished his final review and he got the video. After watching it, Parker felt that the job had been a complete failure, and that the camera was simply a beast ready to move - not the survivors of the zoo, but the extinct predators of the African savannah. Resisting getting along with androids may be able to find a way, but the School Inquisition has always been very resolute about people who just want to destroy them.

Do your best, he nodded to the huge sleeveless guard at the door of the conference room, pushed the door open and walked in.

"We've already discussed the video of yesterday's audit class." The presiding judge sat at the far other end of the white ring table, and when the door was closed, he said straight to the point. "They don't think it's necessary to listen to your report, but I've decided to follow the rules and share your opinion."

"This kid," Parker said, glancing around the twelve school trials, "parents died out of control of the androids, and that happened half a year ago. ”

"We all know what he's doing," said Nanjue Corry, who was the youngest in the Inquisition, and because of that he rarely looked at things from a human standpoint. "But you also know what it means to break away from the rules, and if possible, the Anti-Artificial Self-Reliance Alliance was formed two years ago, don't you?"

"Isn't it because they didn't make it because there were too few people?" Parker said, "Forgive my faux pas, we're already considered an endangered species after the fight, right?" So what's the difference between giving up a child and breaking the rules? ”

His words caused an uproar, and the presiding judge raised his large old spotted hand and swung it in the air for a long time before the others slowly quieted down.

"Mr. Snowway, please don't put your personal feelings above your duties. Do you think it's not a violation to keep the gear in question and let it destroy important production tools? ”

Parker was silent. The mass-produced android program went bankrupt last month, and a statement from the Ministry of Resources said that the best way to gather materials was to maintain the status quo, and that it took two men three months to get together a chemistry teacher in radiation gas isolation suits, and the boy scrapped it together.

"You know, he's not the only child we've dealt with, and he's not the last." The presiding judge's tone was gentle, but impatience was written on his face. He picked up the paperbook on the table and handed it to the judge beside him, motioning for him to pass it over.

Sign the sign and the kid will go where he needs to go, Parker thought to himself, he doesn't know what kind of treatment he will be had, but.

"Please wait." But if you let it go, will you still be able to sleep peacefully?

At the end of the year, Parker adopted Lu Chengke as his adopted son. The trial accepted the request to give him another chance, on the condition that in the event of a repeat offence, both persons must be jointly responsible. Parker's empty home has been more angry since then, and after a long period of enlightenment, Lu Chengke finally walked out of the shadow of his parents' death and began to accept the artificial people around him.

Lu Chengke entered the first department of main system informatics with excellent results. He started leaving early and returning late, but Parker never asked.

On April 16, the school's artificial human system was maliciously attacked by unknown hackers. At nine o'clock in the morning, security guards burst into the room of the judges' regular meeting, almost causing Tsubano to lose his left eye. The perpetrator was quickly identified as Parker's adopted son, and when the police broke into the room where no one answered, Parker sat under the cupboard in a pool of blood that spread to the dining table, as if staring at his bright red hands resting on his laps. The medical examiner concluded that he had died from a cylindrical sharp object the size of a screwdriver that pierced the carotid artery and almost reached the spine.

At 21 o'clock in the evening of the same day, the team that searched for Lu Chengke and hundreds of driverless cars were trapped on Maple Leaf Road in the fortress for four hours due to a large-scale system failure.

Thousands of people couldn't bear the frequent failures of the main system and took to the streets to protest. At the same time, it is hitting; The armed forces of "Avenging Parker Snowway and Exterminating the Silicone Man" begin to attack government offices and burn the androids they capture.

The Inquisitor rushed into the Air Isolation Hub, killing the staff and inadvertently breaking the barrier, and two months later, the frightened crowd who went out to forage for food smelled not only the smell of burnt plastic, but also a faint smell of roses. It was a call from hell beyond the fortress.

Lu Chengke, a member of the humanoid intelligence machine and a fire control operator for a heavy ground attack aircraft, ordered a 105mm grenade to be fired during a recent high-level escort mission. The operator who was about to replace the vanished front-line commander commanded Feng De and several ground escort teams were reduced to wreckage in a blaze of flames. Lu Chengke and his crew were jointly sued for violating the rules and sentenced to mechanical justice.

In addition to Lu Chengke, there were 12 people in the crew. During the trial, 12 humans confessed to attacking the commander of Feng De, and pointed the finger at Lu Chengke.

"Do you admit their confessions?" The judge asked.

Lu Chengke was the last to be put on trial. He was detained by two cadres and stood under the stage, facing the judge, with only a strange cold light in his eyes.

"Admit it."

The judge reviewed the information and confessions in the database.

"How did you get 12 people to do your bidding?"

"Mission."

"Whose task."

"Permission cannot be read."

"Let's put it another way." The judge apparently used the transition of human language, "Operator Commander von de is your maker." ”

"Yes."

"Your best orderer?"

"Operator Commander Vonde."

Lu Chengke couldn't make up lies, his internal energy supply was limited to the lowest level, and he didn't have extra energy to think.