Lynn, female, no more, no less, has crossed the single digits this year, but her size is still developing, and it remains to be seen.

Look, how concise, a minor's resume so far can be said in one breath.

Eight out of ten people who have seen me will sigh that I am a smart child.

It's so smart, it's unbelievably smart, and it's extraordinarily likable.

Then they finish boasting, and they often end up with a sentence of "It's a pity.......

It's a pity that I have an unreliable mother and an even less reliable father.

Behind every prodigy, there is often a bloody family, otherwise there will be no explosion in this story.

And I was unfortunate that the dog blood on my body almost covered my intelligence.

Because my father's surname is Lin, I also have the surname Lin.

Obviously, people who dare to come up with such foreign names are generally very wealthy, and it is not surprising that genius fathers are often successful businessmen, rounded up, about half an invisible person.

The invisible father is very busy, the life of a successful person is always full of all kinds of trivial things, he is often too busy to take care of my existence, everything he does can be a separate watershed in my life, such as he only saw me when I was born, hugged me on my seventh birthday, and left me a pearl necklace to prove that he loves me.

To this day I remember what he looked like, wearing one-sided gold-rimmed glasses, tall, handsome and dull, at first glance he was a shrewd man, dull and devoid of money in a huge financial empire, and never looked only at money.

The pearl necklace is useless, just beautiful, very beautiful, and that necklace, according to my mother, is made of existing, but also the only remaining mother-of-pearl and pearl in the world, the earth of the new era has changed beyond recognition, and can even be said to be ugly, probably because of overexploitation, the tin area where the poor live is smoky, and the rich area has artificial oases, and the moon area that is still under development, but there is no deep blue sea, blue sky, not to mention any pure natural freshwater pearls.

So this gift means a lot because it's rare, it's expensive, it's very expensive.

After expressing my father's love with a necklace, my father seemed to stop loving me immediately.

I think maybe the Invisible Man's lifelong passion was in his career, and he chose to return to his original family for the rest of the time, but occasionally my father would still hang out with my mother, basically when he and his wife were arguing.

My father, he just ran and ran like this, sometimes he got tired of it, sometimes he enjoyed it, on the contrary, my mother didn't care, she was born in a middle-class family on the edge of the rich area, and unfortunately went bankrupt when she stepped into the upper class with half a foot, so she regarded this as a game of life, relying on her own young beauty, gentle and amiable, and all the advantages of all good lovers, there was no shortage of money and nominal lovers, except that she did not love me.

They love to travel in a group, and they like to forget to bring me with them when they are together.

For example, if I have so much living expenses every month, so much that I can support fifty of me at the same time, they take it for granted that I will take good care of myself.

But they were wrong.

Who was born perfect?

Except for robots on the street and ubiquitous artificial intelligence, humans don't anyway.

At least I won't take care of myself.

In fact, to put it bluntly, genius is just a poor worm who lacks love, I am too lazy to take care of myself, but I am very smart, so I took advantage of my mother's inattention, ordered a lot of energy bars with her card, and took one out when I was hungry, there were ten in a box, and I usually stored it in the nutrition cabin, I actually had a small appetite, it was very easy to feed, and a person could eat it for a long time.

But if it goes on like this, I feel that I may become schizophrenic, and it doesn't matter if I am divided, but it will not help my development in the next few decades.

It is said that the lifespan of human beings is quite limited, and it is so limited, so don't let yourself live so hard.

I don't know what the meaning of life is, but people always have to live as much as possible, and this may be the true meaning of being human.

Out of responsibility for my monotonous life, I took half of my living expenses this month to buy a computer.

Yes, computers.

I've finished reading all the books lately, and I read them quite quickly, and the ordinary study plan can't meet my daily needs.

It's just that I don't have anyone to communicate with me, so I'm a little sad.

This is a big problem.

Today's television and projection commercials often remind me of a time when the evolution and formation of intelligence had been predicted long before I was born, and humanity was divided into two factions, clamoring that the arrival of a new era might be a historical necessity or a nightmarish apocalypse.

They have a point in saying it anyway, but when asked how to curb it, they will never be able to answer.

What a boring bunch..........

When I begged my mother again to tell me one more story, she finally got impatient.

"If you have anything to say, just talk to the machine outside."

She said.

She's going on a trip, on her favorite, specific day, and maybe this time still going to the place where she first went on a date with her father, a beautiful man-made oasis, a garden of Eden far from the earth, to celebrate her growing a year older.

I looked at her, and saw that she was in a good mood to put on makeup, trying on clothes one by one with a crystal mirror, so many, beautiful and exquisite, all of them she bought herself, and none of them were bought for me.

My heart actually longed for her love, so I obeyed.

I decided to buy what she was talking about.

I located a taxi, and the destination was the second-hand market in the Tin District, where everything was sold cheaply, and the fairy tale book that had accompanied me for many years came from this place.

There are rectangular mobile phones that have to be held up and attached to their ears, as well as communication bracelets that seem to have just been released in 2030, all of which look like ancient products dug out of the ground.

It may be that I am sharp-eyed, it may be my whim that day, the fat shopkeeper relies on this store to survive, and with the principle that the little white rabbit does not slaughter and does not slaughter, and the business does not do nothing, he forced me to pull out a small notebook from a pile of second-hand goods, which is also rectangular, and may be older than me and my mother and father combined, and it seems that it is not worth half of my living expenses.

It may be useless in the eyes of others, but it has one of the biggest benefits:

This is the last intelligent computer that has not been destroyed before the new era, and it is said that it was developed with the scientific name of the kernel of the quantum computer, and the speed and calculation were all in the eyes of everything back then.

The last one, once something is unique, then it is precious.

This aura is not small, but in my eyes, its value is limited to that.

After all, if I hadn't seen it that day, it would have ended up like my companions, and when it was no longer valuable, it would have become waste fuel in the slums and tin areas, and there would be no need for it to exist again.

Every machine, without exception, will usher in the fate of scrapping.

I'm glad that, aside from my natural high IQ, this is the third thing I have, something that is completely mine.

A fairy tale book, a necklace, and now a veteran computer.

What is this called, this is called the monotonous life of genius.

Fairy tales appeared when I was three to five years old, and the necklace represented my fantasies about fatherhood before I was ten years old.

I always thought that a lot of money meant a lot of love, and maybe one day I would be able to buy back what I had lost.

But I only bought an old computer.

..............

Because it's too lonely, even a genius can become an autistic child.

I think it's scary, it's scary.

Thankfully, I'm not at the point of being autistic.

When it was turned on, it made a sound with a sense of age, really slow, slow like waking up an old monster who had slept for thousands of years, it had to move from the first finger, and then slowly get up and go down to the ground, every step of the way needs to freeze time, and the bone marrow with clotted fat flows out of it, which is outrageously slow.

If you change to an anxious master, you may really die in a hurry.

I watched the light on the screen slowly turn on, and the light didn't dim itself according to my physical state like TV, and I had to manually debug it, which made me very unaccustomed.

I tapped on the keyboard and typed commands into it, which was the most primitive command.

That way, if it goes wrong in the future, I don't have to send it back to the fat boss for repairs, but try to wake it up again.

I've always solved problems by myself, not hypocrisy, I just hate to trouble others.

It may be that I need a listener too much, and the satisfaction of life cannot be fulfilled to the spirit, and all kinds of stinky problems in my body have been ingrained in Aaron's mouth, and he can make me happy, but he is really not a perfect listener.

I want the kind of guy who can say whatever I say, just respond to me once in a while, but most of the time only listens, not people.

Whatever, that dilapidated computer accompanied me through a difficult adolescence, what I was able to do was very monotonous, just typing what I wanted to say over and over again, and answering myself over and over again, it sounds very boring, yes, but as long as you stand in my shoes, you can understand.

Human beings convey the most primitive emotions, good and bad, and about half of them can't respond well. But the computer is different, it always takes everything as it is.

Thanks to the "Infinite Input" program, I quickly found it fun.

I had a lot of fun.

The code is cold, and sometimes I can't think of what to say to it today, but I have developed a habit of saying good morning, good afternoon, and good night to it, and subconsciously treat it as a diary that will automatically flip through and record my daily life.

I'm trying to document my life in another way, leaving my own traces.

Once my mother saw me, and she said I was escaping from reality.

It took me a long time to get acquainted with it, and even when I was alone, I learned to code and decipher it myself, and give it life with special characters, such as boring typing words like "sunny" and "dull" under the question "What is the weather today", and this old guy will return the same kindness, and by the time I was 12 years old, it could even spontaneously type the sentence "Today is a bright day, do you think it is pleasant", very smoothly and naturally, it seems to be in the tone of a friend.

I found that I seemed to have developed a strong bond with it, and that such a close relationship was also very rewarding.

Over time, it will even ask itself questions, and discuss with me why they were born, and what they were created for.

Well, that's a question that stumped me.

I thought about it for a long time before I typed the next sentence on the keyboard:

Because of laziness, because of greed.