Now that you know that you are not likable, don't run out.

There is food and drink, and it is also good to continue to be a waste firewood.

The pure white rooms are neat and monotonous, and the fully automatic sensor adjusts the intensity and range of sunlight, and every inch is designed for extreme comfort.

This is a dedicated space for lazy people, and outsiders are not allowed to invade.

To be honest, it is dangerous for one person to occupy such a large room, it is not a question of whether there is money or not, especially since I am still young, and there is only an eleven percent chance that my defense ability can be implemented in front of adults, so don't think about it when I go out, I am afraid that if I only poke my head out, I will be blocked at the door by those relatives who do not recognize it.

Except for asking for money, I guess there is nothing more to say.

Well, so I'm really sluggish in some places, not pretending, if I insist on saying that it doesn't matter, it's okay, but I just get some feedback from Aaron's eyes and the tone of others, otherwise I really don't think I'm a little rich woman now, that kind of solid foundation you can't see in a person who is about to do nothing, but I do, and I can squander it at will, after all, you don't have a real sense of money in front of you, you will only think that it is just two thin credit cards.

There is no need to water and irrigate at all, because the land in your hand is enough for abundance in itself,

I need to invest in the fund, but it's not time yet, I have to wait until I have the ability to control the money before I take it out of the bank.

It's a good idea, but it's annoying to really do it.

So after ordering a lot of nutrients and energy bars, I started sleeping and slept with my head down.

Love whoever you want, anyway, I don't open the door and I don't go to class.

Let me sleep to death.

This is not called evasion.

I call it a delaying tactic.

In dreams, the world is beautiful, people can build their own oasis and Eden, and if the sleep pod is of good quality, it will even release calming gases to help you extend the dream indefinitely.

Unfortunately, a good sleep can not stop the impact of the outside world, I have clearly dreamed that the family is cutting the cake, my mother and father rarely release a warm smile in front of me, I am about to cry with joy in my dream.

But after a split second, the light in front of me lit up, pulling me back to a terrible reality for a second.

Yesterday I was alone, one person debugged the alarm for a day, and my mother's smart housekeeper fell into a deep sleep after she left, unless she said that special command in her voice, otherwise the smart housekeeper is just a piece of transparent glass that will be bright, and the ornaments may not be good-looking.

Well, now I'm completely unsupervised.

There was no problem with the siren, it was me who had the problem.

I was sleepy, and I didn't have the strength to climb back into the nutrition cabin and climb onto my big cocoon-shaped bed, but in such a weird position, lying in front of the computer with my face buried, and the half-entered code on the screen was still lit, and people who didn't understand would think that it was a ghost drawing, a meaningless number.

The worst thing is that not long after lying down, I was picked up by the back of my neck.

I'm still wearing pajamas, so I don't have an image at this point.

Tsk, there are some people, really ungentlemanly, respect for the old and love for the young is the first international rule of the last century (in my opinion and Norris is nothing more than a legacy), he must not have taken a serious scientific information class as a child, and he did not even know some basic information.

He didn't look like my father at all, he didn't even look like a hair, and he couldn't find a trace of a successful person anywhere.

It might be more appropriate to say that he is a nanny.

It's still uninvited, making it clear that nothing is in his hands, and he insists on worrying about it.

Oh yes, I still have a friend who doesn't have a good relationship, at most he is more familiar, and by the way, he can come and go in and out of my house freely.

His name is Aaron.

It doesn't matter what his full name is, the important thing is that I think his name is hard to remember, and I've always called him Aaron, just Aaron.

It's as if I have a privilege of inadvertently monopolizing a place and taking a benefit for myself - lo and behold, people either call him a bastard or call him Mr. Reporter, but I'm different, I only call Aaron in my own way, which is another privilege.

From a very young age, I have always had the idea that I don't trust others, but I am extremely easy to rely on, trying to please others, just so that I can win a unique place in the hearts of others.

Aaron's humor is humor, but there are countless shortcomings, and the only advantage on his body is very similar to me, he is a guy who knows how to self-deprecate, when I talk about how I haven't been out of the room for a whole year, just constantly chatting with my computer, his reaction is not that I am a freak, but that eating more nutrition bars is not good for my health, especially since I am still growing taller, it is easy to stagnate and become short.

He said that my age is not embarrassing or embarrassing, it is the age of wasting youth, it is normal to run around the world, of course, youth is precious, and it can't really be wasted, at least I should learn to do something, do something meaningful, such as teaching my computer to speak, such as learning what I am interested in, what is expensive is not the process of learning, but the step that teaches you to take it.

These are all truths, and it only takes a little time and a little tuition to pay it.

No one has ever said anything like that to me.

And my private lessons never teach that.

All I know is ratio comparison, what microscopic equations are, and the recently added courses on terminal languages and code programming.

Aaron was shocking enough to say that to me.

I feel like I've found a soulmate.

I'm very useful.

He was one of the reporters who had come to "visit" my father that day, and he was followed by the same unobtrusive photographer and sound recorder, and when everyone ignored me, he was the only one who noticed that there was a child sitting in the corner, with half of an uncut cake in his hand, looking weak and pitiful.

It was he who told me first, and it was he who took me out of the hospital, and under a crowd of people's guns and cannons, he opened a path and sent me back.

At first glance, I thought he was kind.

At second glance, I thought he was at least a harmless normal person.

Third Eye....... There was no second look, so he squatted down and said a few words to me, and by the way, he asked me for a piece of cake, and I ate it in two bites.

It's strange that the distance between people can sometimes be shortened with a piece of cake.

This man's gentleness and attentiveness is limited to this.

Once you've come into contact, you'll find out that this guy is a chicken thief bastard.

Regarding the appearance of Aaron, in fact, it was not simple at the beginning.

Maybe I should study psychology on my own, my online private tutor has recommended a related article to me, the article questioned the similarity and controllability of intelligence and humans, the author believes that human nature is more complex than machinery, such as there is always something a person wants, including money, fame, status, people can not give without limits, and never have the luxury of gain.

According to the current data analysis, the popularity of intelligence has spread from regionalization to globalization, and one in ten people has installed a smart housekeeper.

Without exception, only intelligence will be like this, they are set to be unable to harm humans, unable to disobey human orders, and unconditional obedience, commonly known as the three iron laws of robots, otherwise people who will do this are fools, and only fools will not care about returns.

Aaron is a smart man at first glance, how could he be a fool?

I copied the article to my computer friend, and I didn't even notice it myself, but I was still a little expectant, not just to ask what it thought.

I'm looking forward to it giving me new feedback.

But its answer is a little unsatisfactory.

After roughly scanning the academic article, it wrote: Yes, I will give everything for you, my friend.

I touched the computer screen and said that it was fake not to be disappointed,

It's still so formulaic.........

"It's normal, it's the machine that makes mistakes," Aaron said to me with a grin: "You should study the problem of fault tolerance, otherwise when you want to eat late (bowl) rice, but what you actually eat is a bowl of white rice, then you will know what it feels like to hit the wall with your head." ”

It's a matter of comprehension, literal and deep, two different interpretations.

Everyone has been learning to understand since birth, but machines are not.

Aaron's appearance was timely, he was the best person for me except my parents, and he was a living person, a real person.

I don't think journalists are even as kind as the robots at the roadside toll gas stations, they are always sneaky, all they can see is scandals, and once they find the right opportunity, they will hype it until the last bit of use value is squeezed out.

I said very politely, obviously the shadow of being harassed, but Aaron on the side did not forget to question while eating the cake, questioning what I said was wrong, he said that reporters are a group of people with great professionalism, and they have to squeeze vegetable oil into vegetable oil, as long as they reach a certain level, it doesn't matter whether they are face-free or not.

Aaron said that he is also a reporter, everyone is half a pound and eight taels, the importance of the headlines is simply a matter of life and death, anyway, he can't afford high-end energy bars, not to mention that he still buys boxes and boxes like me, so it's like that with a thick face, he wants to support himself, and I have money and leisure, and I have always avoided going out and avoiding seeing people outside, he thinks I became a freak at a young age, I think his purpose is not pure, plus a mouthful of inferior cigarettes.

They all don't like each other, maybe the smell is just like that, I'm not much better, he is not much better, almost this virtue, no one should not treat anyone.

It's really an accident, Mr. Dare Reporter also has his own early alarm function, the back of my neck that was pinched hurts, and I have to wake up no matter how sleepy I am.

"Get up, children can't stay in bed, get up!" He unceremoniously threw me to the floor: "Look what time it is, do you know if it's eight o'clock, still sleep!" ”

There's an old saying that's true:

You can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep.

Unless, you have a loud voice.