For the marriage of robots, it is a union with a planetary person who has only one or two creatures left, and to use an inappropriate analogy, that is, if there is only one Vega on Vega, then. According to the Milky Way Convention, she needs to marry a robot, and the robot will release all the information that really exists, and this information will continue to hit and stimulate the stem cells of the people on this planet, and it can split into many creatures. The planet will be resurrected.

The Milky Way galaxy faces many situations every day, some planets will decay in energy, and some will be hit by other planets. The environment inside the planet has undergone extreme changes, and when the disaster passes, as long as the planet applies for help from the robot center, it can get married and create countless creatures. It is similar to the ancient Chinese creation myth of Nuwa's creation of man.

The reason why the earth is beautiful and special is that the lamp, Haruka and Hyun are not creatures created by the combination of any stem cells and information, but by the chemical reaction of mirror images. and soul seeds. So the senses, the consciousness, that exist on Earth, on a large scale, are more than any other planet.

It's like a spirit floating in the dark universe.

If you don't empty the memories of Qigu, the terrible consequences will be that all the new creatures that pervade that planet will look like Qigu at the same time.

Frustration is the biggest feeling of the twin guns right now.

"I have to find a way." He told himself. "Refuse to go to that lonely planet, or refuse to return to Earth, or return to Earth in the fastest time, and then, you will get a dying self, and an old and decrepit Qigu." But "rejection" has never happened in the world of robots. All the pressure looms, forcing Twin Guns to give up their thoughts about Qigu. He suddenly felt that this vacuum robot world was really boring. What is the meaning of the existence of those white two-legged upright objects shuttling around? For the twin guns, his unique world is taking shape, and the heart is forming in its own way, disintegrating as it forms.

Smooth hair, rippling eyes, warm bouncy skin. No human being, no living being, can compare with his Qigu.

But so what. For him, leaving meant saying goodbye forever. Before he knew it, something even weirder had happened - he felt something strange on his face. He tentatively touched it. It is a granular foreign matter, like a grain of sand. Then, he hurriedly pressed both hands to his cheeks. The hands are the most important information extraction organs of the white robot.

"What's that?" Colorless, transparent, landing in strings.

"Oh, it's tears!" "There's no water inside our robot, so it's minerals that come out." "I didn't expect that in my lifetime, I would cry because of a woman."

Covering their faces with their guns, they looked around, but fortunately they were all busy. No one cares about him. They were robots, all the information was stored in their bodies, and there were no papers, no photocopiers, no typewriters, one in the pantry. Beneath the vacuum-white dome at the center of the entire galaxy, it resembles a giant office cubicle. High-level robots have a separate room by the window, and ordinary low-function robots only have their own small booths.

The division of labor is clear and the efficiency is extremely high.

He had already walked out of his room and walked through the twin guns of the three-row booth. After touching the sand-like "tears" on his face, he hurriedly ran back to his office and pushed open the white wooden door of the office with his name written on it. A small box was taken out of the bottom drawer on the right-hand side of the seat. (That's the diamond ring box, the diamond ring box is used for marriage, although it is different from the combination of sperm and egg, but the robot marriage also needs to make some atmosphere, this is a matter of habit, this is to lure the creatures on the lonely planet, every time a creature is lonely for a long time, they will need something called: "romantic".) ）

The two guns rested their faces against the flat, smooth desk. Every grain of sand falls precisely on the table without bouncing off and escaping, and then the sand is gathered together, grabbed little by little, and put into the small box of diamond rings. I can't bear to let any of them go. "This is the first time I've shed tears. If I could really go back to Earth, then how much difference would I have from a real Earthling? ”。

On this day, the twin guns who had just returned to the center of the galaxy had a muddy nightmare. Didn't get any efficient work done.

It's time for the end of the work. Every robot that gets off work goes out in a neat and orderly manner. Monitor the doors set up by their Supreme Lord of the Universe, and as soon as the robots pass by, they know what they've done. How long you have been on the job and how many information processing tasks have been completed. Both guns were embarrassed to cross that door.

Mixed in with a swarm of robots, he fished through the crack in the door, dodging the rays of the scanning. As soon as he passed through the gap and was about to transform back, he was caught by the nail leader, who was holding a large piece of paper-like double guns.

At this time, the twin guns were even more frustrated.

If this matter is reported by the nail leader, it will be sent to work on a planet with difficult conditions, or exiled to a black hole or a no-man's star. At that time, Qigu or something, it will be even more of a dream that is too far away.

The nail leader carried a large piece of paper to his ear, which was a way for them to whisper. The nail leader whispered, "Twin guns, if you don't mind, go to my house and sit down." The twin guns felt "flattered". He is really infinitely close to an earthling.

Only advanced robots have a home. They can choose any one, close to the center of the galaxy, close enough distance to carry a high-speed flight. You don't have to planeswalk, or crumple into atoms. So, beyond the white dome at the center of the entire stationary Milky Way, there are always small flying saucers that slash across the sky like meteors, whizzing towards the surrounding neighboring planets. The advanced robots are powerful enough that they don't require any equipment, and they can get on the ship naked, as simple as an earthling getting into a car.

"Chief, I don't seem to have any ships to spare. My home is inside the center, you know, that little room, into the time and space of nothing, is my home. ”

"I know, of course I do. Go to my house and sit down, I know you've always been curious about what the home of an advanced robot like us is like. "I actually have several ships." "Huh? But this is a violation. "The twin guns showed an anachronistic" surprise. ”

"Ah, twin guns, sometimes, even robots like us, who are managed by others, need to be a little more flexible. There are too many spaceships in the white center, and it doesn't matter that a few robots fly away. "Get on the ship, cover it with a glass cover, press the red button – it's easier than taking a picture. That is, time flies by in a flash. The planet inhabited by the Nail Boss has arrived.

"Husband." There was a delicate cry in the distance. An unusually bewitching-looking woman appeared in front of the two guns. She also wore an apron. And he was constantly wiping the water droplets on his hands with his apron. This planet is similar to the earth, with mountains, waters, rivers and skies, cars, villas, and small gardens. The two guns gave the woman a careful and bold look. Finally found the reason for her bewitchment, her eyes were hanged, and she was red and red.

There are huge stars falling from the northeast. It's too similar to Earth. "Could it be that the nail leader has set a fixed route for the spacecraft to fly to Earth?" "But it can't be that fast." ”

"Wife, haha, let me introduce you, this is a colleague from our unit, Xiaoshuang."

"Ah, welcome to you, Xiaoshuang Xiaoshuang, Lao Nail never takes his colleagues home, I thought he worked in some secret department. Now I'm relieved. ”

The woman laughed coquettishly, her waist trembling. Her outstretched hands were actually hairy, with brown pointed nails, and the flesh pads were unusually thick. No wonder she kept drying her hands vigorously, and that when she laughed, her tail waged merrily.

"This is not the Earth." In this way, the twin guns were brought back to reality. The two guns took a closer look at themselves, and the nail leader had changed. With clothes, with hanging eyes and tails. The tail wags from side to side without changing with one's will. It appears to be a series of changes that have been made inside the ship's cabin.

"Come on, lad." The tailed wife of the nail leader kindly led the twin guns into her family's villa. A large table of meals was already set up on the square table. The stool is four stake piles. Rough and stylish.

The meals were: stewed chicken broth, stir-fried cabbage, fried mice. And wine. The nail leader and his wife are eyebrow-winning. It seems that he has no time to answer his questions. Although his doubts are almost bursting now.

It turns out that the benefits of being a high-level robot have evolved to such a good extent?

(End of chapter)