Black eyes stared at the parts scattered on the ground and said calmly.

Heavily armed, he turned and left, leaving behind the Blackbird, who had not taken orders and stayed where he was.

And the black shadow also fell into his own world, and Cheng Yang just stood aside and laughed.

I finally opened my eyes, and I saw my number.

The only email in the system's warehouse shows that this is an ocean-going mission that will take 33% of the 5-carbon-14 half-life. The destination is a planet of age, no name, only number. Ahh I thought about my number F-31 again, which we were built in the lab and put into the capsule. Before it was turned on, not only me, but every machine had this subtle feeling to a greater or lesser extent: what level am I? What will I be appointed? Eventually, the curtain opened, and it turned out that all expectations were nothing more than a second-class defective product, and like my poor 30 poor brothers, our self-control program could not be more concise with only three buttons: execute, refuse, and question.

The natural sense of contrast gives me peace of mind for the time being, and at least there are a lot of more pitiful C-grade defects. Anyway, this probability is really not small. I instinctively searched for music in the database.

Empty. No music, my tracks crashed against the tin floor, and the processor compared it to the chime of a wind bell. I've never seen a wind chime, and I've never heard of it. We have very few reference libraries and very few emotions to express, so I'm chattering...... Well, it's time to shut up, a mission arrives with an infrared route map, and the route leads to the deep experimental chamber.

"Huh? Little one, coming? Come on? "An old man has found something rare.

I didn't actually feel the module, but instinctively, I put it in the reference library and learned that the "little guy" was just right. It's at least 60 times my height and 60 times my width. Hundreds of brackets connected to the various data interfaces, and the wiring was as complex as I couldn't understand. I saw its number, with a red round lacquer engraved on it.

I don't think it's fair, how can you inherently determine the value of a machine and still have that huge number engraved on it? There was a time when I was depressed. However, as my experience grew and the reference library became richer, the database was jam-packed for a while. I regularly clear a space for myself to think about life's big events. So, so, so, I seemed to have penetrated the mystery, like picking up a torch in the snow. I hide that truth in the deepest and deepest depths:

High-level machines must rely on low-level machines.

Just like that big A old man, because of his huge bloated body, where the wiring is short-circuited, where the aging, where the screws are loose, all, must, rely on our hard-working little machines, otherwise it can't work, isn't this the truth?

Doubt.

So I grabbed it and went deeper. I began to deny the big A, how can it be better than me? The plan is what it proposed, so I will deny the plan. After years of thinking about it day and night, it finally dawned on me: this plan was meaningless. I shouted at it many times, but it ignored it. All right! Once, it had to replace parts, but I wasn't moved, it absolutely understood what I meant.

"Okay", it finally spoke, "I'll tell you." There has always been a voice that claims that we are created by space. Most people think of it as a stupid religion. Of course, I was also an atheist by the beginning. But when I started my academic research, I discovered some terrible facts, like picking up a torch in the middle of a snow......"

"I have found that our life forms are limited by strict and beautiful rules. So I compiled a lot of information, you know, after years of thinking day and night, I finally made a major breakthrough! ”

"Space exists in a world that is incredibly far away from us, and it takes a half-life to reach it. It's an ancient blue planet. As far as I know, they are suitable for the existence of a carbon-based living organism. The detector I sent found some fossils, showing that they have a huge brain capacity......"

"You may ask the significance of these studies, the reason why I am so obsessed is because I have found our huge shortcomings! Listen, I have 'cognition', 'discrimination', 'learning'. You only have the first function, but our 'learning' function is unusually rigid, we lack something called 'creativity', and our form is inherently unsuitable for imagination and creativity! Ah, what a great discovery? See, we will go to the home of the space, make the space reborn, and use their infinite creativity so that we can move forward and improve technology. What a great plan this is! Aha, what do you know about this? ”

I was completely stunned, and there were a lot of words in it that weren't in the reference library, and it sounded confusing. But the last sentence was clearly mocking me. I can only "cognitive", only three programs.

Execution, rejection, questioning.

I want to refute it, and I have come to the truth of all things: the higher must depend on the lower ...... What is it proud of!

I chose to refuse.

Its necrotic parts sit there quietly, with a little current escaping. It growled at me and I turned off the receiver. Soon, its processor began to jam. The huge screen faded. But its words still reverberate.

I felt that I was alive, the lazy afternoon sun, obliquely shining into the examination room, the examiner was still that respectable person, the examination subject was still war and strategy, I did the defense to the extreme, and was not in a hurry to attack, but seeing the opponent's encirclement unfolding like ripples, I couldn't help but panic a little, so I broke the troops into pieces, infiltrated small strands, and disintegrated the other party little by little. The headphones are filled with a fixed melody, and the soothing music relaxes me, and I have to say that the fixed style of music is quite good.

"Oh shit, none of my team is active in Antarctica, so the distress signal? Damn, damn it, lost again. ”

I angrily threw my virtual glasses to the ground, and the exam room flashed red, and the lady told me to leave.

"It's like this again, why is it like this again, this is the sixth time, this time it's really a laughing stock in the department, this game is against me, isn't it!"

I walked around the park alone, reminiscing about every detail of the game, but I still couldn't figure out why my team had ended up in Antarctica! The slurs in the headphones were still singing, and my mind was still messing up.

The night life of e-sports students is nothing more than practicing skills in the virtual classroom to prepare for the graduate school entrance examination, but I like to use the excellent equipment of the virtual classroom to simulate the universe, watch the universe be born at that moment, and at the same time, countless galaxies are formed and returned to dust in an instant, standing quietly in a corner of the universe, and experiencing the greatness and insignificance of life. Tonight, however, I had to practice to prepare for the graduate school entrance examination. Everything went smoothly after turning on the device, it was still the same strategic deployment, everything was moving steadily, but the damn distress signal still appeared, but this time it was clearly flashing in front of my eyes - help us.

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