Underground Secret Wartime Science and Technology Research Center, in another room in the rest area.

Han Weiwei was arranging her long hair in front of the dresser in front of the mirror, her gentle beauty and eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and she looked like she was a little worried.

The silver-white alloy suit on the current Han Weiwei has long been gone, and she has changed into a white dress. Her black hair fluttered softly, like a beautiful girl with a shy face.

I don't know when it started, Han Weiwei suddenly had a strange feeling in her heart, which was fundamentally different from the original robot Han Weiwei.

Han Weiwei, the robot customized according to Yang Yi's interstellar voyage mission on the somersault cloud, although the appearance is exactly the same as the current Han Weiwei, the memory in the brain is completely stylized.

Robot Han Weiwei's smile, every expression, every word, and every action are all pre-set by the programmers of the robot company.

It runs exactly as the database in the processing chip, and although it looks like a human on the outside, it is still a machine in the strict sense of the word, a terminal of artificial intelligence.

The gentle and considerate and empathetic performance of the robot Han Wei Weiwei is all working in the machine, although her body uses some biochemical materials, but she does not have the metabolic function of normal organisms and cannot be classified as living things.

She is the product of human creation, and human beings are her gods.

And now this Han Weiwei is a Maltese clone from Yang Yi's memory, according to the appearance of the robot Han Weiwei, from a biological point of view, she is a complete life, although the genes were also fused with metals when she was created, but she is no longer a machine, a clone life.

Now Han Weiwei's heart has the same feelings as a normal girl, unlike the Maltese who just started cloning her, and what was injected into them was all memories of the Centauri Blue Star Maltese, since recovering the memory of the somersault cloud, Yang Yi's image in her heart is changing.

When she first started to recover her memory, Han Weiwei's memory was almost stylized like a robot, and Yang Yi was just an object of service in her mind.

But with the passage of time and the long-term relationship, she has become completely life, and she has human memories and has emotions.

I began to have attachment in my heart, I had the thoughts that a normal girl should have, I would miss him when I couldn't see Yang Yi, she seemed to have evolved, as a complete life form, she had her own emotions!

Her movements and smile no longer seem stylized, and when she meets Yang Yi's gaze, she will be nervous, will subconsciously escape, and her heart will pound.

She will worry about Yang Yi, she will be happy to see Yang Yi, and she will be disappointed if she can't reduce.

I also began to care about my dress, Yang Yi's language and eyes, I would be inexplicably troubled, and I would be inexplicably angry and unhappy.

Strictly speaking, she has emotions, humanity, and seems to have a soul.

"I don't know how he is, I really want to see him!" Han Weiwei looked at herself in the mirror, thinking silently in her heart, she had an urge to want to date Yang Yi, like many girls who are just starting to fall in love, at this moment, she wants to snuggle up to her sweetheart.

"Maybe in his heart, I will always be a machine, not a real human being, and I can't be the other half of his heart."

Han Weiwei sighed in her heart and muttered to herself. There was a hint of sadness in Meimu's eyes, after all, in Han Weiwei's memory, she was just Yang Yi's robot, and she even had some inferiority, and some felt inferior because she was just a machine in Yang Yi's memory.

"Maybe he'll like it, I'm going to dress up nicely and surprise him!" Han Weiwei looked at her beautiful self in the mirror, and her beautiful little face became confident again, after all, the robot company gave her a beautiful blank, and she was the perfect peerless beauty.

Whether it is the body, appearance, or personality, it is a fusion of the best side of human beings.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Han Weiwei couldn't help but smile, her originally slightly frowning eyebrows also stretched, and she stroked her blushing face with her white and tender little hands.

When she first fell in love, she was like a girl with something on her mind, and like an innocent little girl.

She spun back and forth in front of the mirror, admiring her beauty, giggling like a mad girl, no longer with the standardized smile of a robot, nor the stiff, frosty dullness of the first clone.

Now every action, every sigh, every thought in her heart is no different from a normal person.

But she is not normal, she is not conceived in October, nor is she a complete genetic clone, she is just a copy of the robot Han Weiwei, a life cloned according to the appearance of the robot Han Weiwei in Yang Yi's memory.

She is so cute, so touching.

She is empathetic, gentle and beautiful, pitiful and unforgettable.

She has transcended the traditional definition of her own life, she seems to be completely illogical, but she is a real existence, she is a combination of contradictions, and a synthesis of beautiful things.

She transcends the religious definition of God, and her existence is not God's will or a gift from the Creator. Humans created her, and the Maltese resurrected her in Yang Yi's memory, perhaps she would be bound by moral shackles and questioned by the mind-keepers.

But none of this is her fault.

About half an hour later, Han Weiwei finally finished dressing up in front of the dresser.

But she didn't go out, her white fingers were drawing something on the holographic wall, and every stroke was extremely serious.

Slowly, the outline of a young man gradually became clear on the holographic wall, this young man seemed to be somewhat familiar, to be exact, the young man in the painting was Yang Yi.

She is actually painting a portrait of Yang Yi with her memory!

Han Weiwei is wearing a black suit and a white shirt, and Yang Yi, who is wearing a collar, looks more handsome and handsome than the real one, holding a bright rose in his hand like a gentleman, and is half-kneeling.

Maybe this is the Prince Charming in Han Weiwei's heart, the image that the idol in her heart should have.

After another half an hour, the entire portrait had been completely painted, Han Weiwei had a satisfied smile on her face, and her beautiful eyes looked at Yang Yi in the painting with affection, but she was silent for a long time.

After a few minutes, I changed something as if I was not satisfied.

When she felt completely satisfied, Han Weiwei's slender hand began to draw new lines on the holographic wall on the wall, and began a new painting.

Gradually, the outline of the new painting became clearer, and the silhouette of a young girl could be vaguely seen.

After more than ten minutes, the outline of the girl in the painting became clear, the girl was wearing a white dress, with a shy flush on her face, facing Yang Yi in the painting, and reached out to pick up the bright roses in Yang Yi's hand.

And this shy girl is none other than Han Weiwei herself.

Obviously, Han Weiwei is painting Yang Yi half-kneeling and proposing to herself.

Yang Yi's expression in the painting is so sincere, and her eyes in the painting are full of affection, and the two of them are like an ideal pair of immortals.

After a few more minutes, the painting on the holographic wall was finally painted, Han Weiwei pointed to the two people in the painting with satisfaction, and Yang Yi in the picture suddenly moved, and said a little reverently:

"Vivi, are you willing to marry me?"

"I do!" Han Weiwei in the painting also moved suddenly, took the flowers in Yang Yi's hand with a crimson face, bent down to help Yang Yi and said.

The next moment, the two people in the painting kissed on the spot with happy faces, looking extremely happy.

Han Weiwei looked at Yang Yi and herself in the animation, and instantly giggled, like a crazy girl who doesn't know the world, and like a naughty ghost elf.

Obviously, in her mind at this time, such a scene is quite funny.