Sometimes, choosing to calm down is also a kind of enjoyment.

Because in the morning, Ramons told me that it was raining a little bit today, and it was better to be quiet......

Imagining the lingering in the misty drizzle, with a little fresh wind chimes, natural and quiet, holding a book and a cup of mountain dragon well next to it, may be more appropriate.

Of course, maybe it would be more appropriate to add my shoulder-length hair......

I don't know if I'm mentally ill, just like a madman never says he's crazy, and a psychopath never says he's mentally ill, but I think I'm normal.

I can sleep in insomnia, exercise at a fixed time every day, eat, drink and wash, and clean my room to the point where it couldn't be cleaner.

The only regret may be that the water is white, and in recent days, it has taken on a faint salty taste, and the energy block has no taste, and now it is like a piece of condensed kraft candy.

I don't know how long I can keep the diary, because I only open it when I feel the need to write something, because there is not much paper left on it.

Rammons, how to put it, he is very talkative, but I have taught him for so long, he still can't have an exact description of an emotion, because the answers he gives are all paraphrases in the Xinhua dictionary, and in fact, human emotions cannot be accurately described.

According to him, this is because he is still programmed to build it, that is, the limitations of 0 and 1 make it impossible for him to truly become a silicon-based lifeform, because silicon-based lifeforms cannot be described only by 0 and 1.

But when you think about it, it seems to make sense......

You may wonder how much time it is, or how long it has been, but I don't want to say it, because time is just a bunch of data to me at the moment, a simple combination of numbers, and that's what I've learned from Ramones.

I don't really know what the outside world has become, and I don't have the means to detect it, but half a year ago I started to think about how long I would stay on Earth.

And then I came to a conclusion in these days - either there is no one on the planet, or, there is more than one person.

I think I should leave it to the people who see my diary to discuss, because I don't like to talk about such cruel things now, maybe it has something to do with the fact that I watch detectives too much, and I always like to add a bit of weirdness to what I say?

Having said that, I think I should say a little good news now, because that feeling in my heart is getting closer and closer, but it is not enough to make me happy, please refer to the conclusion above for specific reasons.

But all in all, it should be good news, well, good news......

March 17, 2238......

……

Old small rooms, tattered sofas, mottled wooden tables......

Fang Yan, who was draped in long hair, stopped his pen abruptly, then tilted his head slightly to look around, and then exhaled deeply.

"Ramones!" The dialect abruptly elongated the voice and shouted.

"Sir, may I ask you what you are looking for the honest, lovely, kind, talkative Ramons? Oh, and by the way, a reminder that your diary is not finished yet. Ramons replied that he didn't know when he learned some little fetishes, or bad habits, like the big guy pretending to be new......

"Can you change the tone of this British butler and then mixed with Chinese dicks, you know, this tone will make people feel the urge to hit you." The dialect spread out on the sofa and spoke.

"According to my analysis, giving you a different conversation every day can be an effective way to relieve your stress."

"So, the shemale voice you used yesterday was meant to disgust me, right?" Fang Yan asked, standing up.

"So, you can't hit my ...... either" Ramons' words are full of contempt as if through a 23rd-century bulletproof glass and then defiantly towards the dialect.

"Nope! No! No! I don't hit you, and I don't need to hit you. Fang Yan sat down on the sofa for a long time, a smile on his face, and then said, "I wanted to tell you good news, but now I don't think I need it. ”

"Hmm, like yesterday you said you thought of a way to beat me in the game?" Ramons asked nonchalantly.

Shaking his head, Fang Yan exhaled, and what came out of his mouth was a different question, "Rammons, I think you should know that I can't carry items with life characteristics, although I don't know if your current state is considered life?" ”

"From your narrative point of view, that's true." Rammons replied, "And I can't define whether I'm a living being or not right now, because you don't define silicon-based life, and my current thinking is just based on the framework of the program created by Li Jie. ”

"Then why did you choose to stay with me? You know, if something goes wrong, you might be gone? Fang Yan asked again.

After a moment of silence, Rames finally opened his mouth to answer the question in tongues, "Because you are my teacher, and through my calculations, the probability that I can successfully cross is more than 80 percent, according to a common saying, even if there is only a 1 in 10,000 chance, it takes 100 percent effort, and I need to put in 80,000 percent effort......

As he spoke, Ramons paused again, and then said with a hint of apology, "Sorry sir, maybe I can't say it clearly, but my intuition tells me that I should be with you, although I don't know what intuition is, and I shouldn't be a silicon-based life yet." ”

"There's no need to apologize, Ramones, you're already great." Fang Yan said with a smile, then snapped his fingers and said something he hadn't said, "If I feel good, I'm about to leave,"

"That's great news, so what do you need Rammons to do in the last of these days, sir?" Ramons replied.

"Arrange everything first, and then transfer it into my power armor at night, but be careful, I don't want anything out of the ordinary in the last day's time." Fang Yan snapped his fingers again.

"Do your bidding! I'll go ahead and arrange the rest now! ”

Listening, Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, put the diary aside and stood up, then walked to the bathroom, and after taking out the last brand new uniform, he slowly washed up with the opening of the unkempt hair......

……

"Sir, that's right, that's how ...... cut"

In the afternoon, Fang Yan held his saber, looked at the image in the light screen, and cut his hair according to Rammons's instructions, with the rise and fall of the knife, although it was a little uneven, but it looked more and more refreshing.

"Still one less scissors." Fang Yan tilted his head and said as he kept looking at himself on the light screen.

"It's not easy to do this with limited conditions." Ramones replied,

"Well, so be it." Fang Yan nodded, and then carefully cleaned up the surroundings, piling up his hair and other garbage.

"So, sir, what should we do next, I have already issued instructions for all levels of subsystems." Ramons asked,

"If it feels good, I'll cross over at any point in 12 hours and ......leave," Fang Yan said, but paused abruptly, opened his mouth, and didn't say what was left.

"Let's sit down for a while, I think my mood may not be right right now, wait a minute." Fang Yan took a deep breath and buried his head in his hands, deep, deep......

He didn't know how to say it, he had always thought that he was very indifferent, and when he was about to face the next crossing, he found that he was not as indifferent as he imagined......

The room fell silent again, as cold and silent as the dialect came......

"The more fierce the wind, the more my heart is swinging, like a trace of dust, dancing freely with the wind......"

A little bit of singing began to float through the room......

"I want to clench the firm, but scattered courage in my hands, I will become a giant, step on the strength, step on the dream ......"

"The more fierce the wind, the more my heart is swinging, and it is like a trace of sand, dancing lightly with the wind."

"I want to bury my heart in my heart, but I have a small courage, and I have been walking in the direction of the strong wind......"

Little by little, Fang Yan's buried head slowly raised, with a hint of redness, and after a few blinks vigorously, he spoke, "Rammons, I'll get the power armor over now, get ready, we're leaving." ”

As he spoke, Fang Yan stood up on the sofa, looking up at the small room where he had stayed for more than three years, and at the simple diamond ornament as before......

"Blow, blow, blow my pride and indulgence, blow and blow will not destroy my pure garden."

"Let the wind blow, let it be chaotic, and it will not be destroyed is me, the prospect of the end."

"Blow, blow, I'm barefoot and not afraid, blow, blow doesn't matter if it disturbs me, you see I'm smiling bravely, you see I'm waving bravely......"

The song was still ringing in his ears, Fang Yan smiled, exhaled and walked towards the door, but stopped at the door again, turned his head and whispered, "Rammons, I should have said thank you all along." ”

"I think if you call me Ramon at this moment, it will be a little more atmospheric." Rammons laughed and replied, "Of course, if I had the body, maybe another beer would be more appropriate." ”

"......Huh" dialect exhaled again, raised his head hard, then sniffed, smiled and walked forward, just like the song fluttering, stepping on the strength, stepping on the dream, and then smiling, looking forward to the future......