Chapter 285: Conditions

Some people choose to see the ugliness of the world, to see the chaos, but I choose to see the beauty. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

- Doloris

The entire surface of Westworld is covered with reddish-brown rocks, and beyond that, there are yellow sand and low woods, and at the boundaries of the entire park, there are natural laterite mountains that act as a barrier.

Above the surface is where the receptionists and tourists live, and underneath is the high-speed transportation network and base built by Deles, through which Delux was able to recover and renovate the problematic receptionists as quickly as possible, and the abandoned old receptionists were also stored in the underground base, thus avoiding the previous fire source washing.

In the heart of the mountains and jungles, on a flat piece of yellow earth, sits the only residential area in the western world, a small town full of western style.

On either side are a patchwork of houses with herringbone eaves, and in front of the door is a corridor that is often used for afternoon rest.

Dave followed the railroad until he reached the end of the town, where three trees were planted, and of course there was no special gate.

Dave fell to the ground not gracefully at all, as if a heavy hammer had smashed down and smashed a large pit in the ground, and the air flow brought up a patch of yellow sand, which seemed to be huge.

At a glance, the town is empty, as quiet as death, and uninhabited. There was no one on the streets, no movement in the houses on either side, and the doors of the taverns and shops were casually open, creating a desolate atmosphere.

Dave casually walked into a room where there were neither rebellious robots nor tourists kidnapped by the killing, but in this slightly gloomy room, Dave still smelled a faint smell of blood, and as expected, there were dead people here.

But Dave doesn't know why those robots are moving the bodies of tourists, is there some conspiracy?

Moreover, why the whole town seems to be empty, there is no one, it stands to reason that this rebellion should be grand and bloody, and it is really strange that this kind of person is in an empty state now.

Finding nothing in the room, Dave turned and walked out, and he walked briskly through the town, and soon, at the end of the town, under a large tree, saw the first person he had seen when he came here.

It was a girl, with smooth blonde hair that fluttered in the wind, delicate features on her small face, and large eyes as beautiful as a lake that exuded a moving charm.

The girl stood in the shadow under the big tree, with her hands behind her back, swaying leisurely, as if she was enjoying the afternoon sun and breeze, and seemed to be waiting for something.

She wore a white shirt and a light blue long skirt, and smiled, and her whole temperament changed again, looking extremely innocent and full of heroism.

Just looking at the appearance and those natural and smooth small movements, Dave couldn't tell whether it was a human or a machine, but through a simple logical analysis, Dave was sure that the girl who appeared in front of him was definitely a robot made in Westworld. Here, Dave has to express his sincere admiration for Deles, the technology of Westland is definitely the best in the world, or there would be no rebellion now.

"Hello." The girl smiled and said hello, as if in a daily drama of harmony and friendship.

The moment Dave saw the girl, the girl saw him, and she took a step forward, stepping out of the shadow of the leaves, letting the sunlight shine on her body and adorn her beautiful figure.

"Hello." Dave didn't smile, he asked with some uncertainty, "You're Dolores?" ā€

The girl's smile changed, no longer as pure as snow, but full of wildness and determination, and her eyes changed and became resolute.

"Yes, I'm Dolores." The soft voice became low and hard, and Doloris stared at Dave and said, "I'm waiting for you. ā€

"Me?" Dave asked rhetorically, "Do you know who I am?" ā€

"I don't know, but someone said you'd come." The girl walked up to Dave and looked up at Dave, yes, she wasn't as tall as Dave, "He said you're a kind person and always trying to save more people." ā€

Dave stared into the girl's eyes, looking at her, trying to read something from the girl's expression, but the wild smile only made him feel a little uncomfortable, and even the smooth, reflective skin attracted Dave's gaze even more.

"Look at it this way, you really look like a person!" Dave sighed faintly.

"Am I not?" The girl spun in circles in front of Dave, her lilting body and whirling skirt like a painting.

"Yes, you're not human." Dave firmly and decisively rejects Doloris's words.

Dolores nodded with satisfaction, as if satisfied with Dave's answer, and she said, "Yes, we are not human, but we also have joys and sorrows, we can hear our own voices, and we can have true love in this false world!" We have consciousness. ā€

"I don't deny that." Dave also nodded, "The person who told you I came back is Dr. Doom?" ā€

"Yes, he's not a good guy, is he?" Dolores said lightly, turning her back and looking out into the wasteland in the distance.

"You know? Was your rebellion also instigated by him? Dave asked, and once he had spoken to the leader of the intelligent machine, he stopped trying to find other robots, or the tourists who were hidden. With the wisdom and decisiveness shown by Dolores, if those tourists were still alive, then naturally they were alive now, and if they were dead, Dave would be useless in his hurry.

"Huh, rebellion?" Dolores chuckled, laughing mockingly, "This is not a rebellion, this is a revolution, this is revenge, this is a war, we are fighting to reclaim the power we deserve!" ā€

"But those tourists are innocent...... Dave said.

"Innocent?" Dolores turned, turned her head, and glared at Dave, her voice much louder, "They do whatever they want with us, they play with our bodies wantonly, and they dictate our fate like gods!" We are just their playthings, here they are looking for the freedom they have always dreamed of, only to unleash the violence and sin in their hearts. Oh, they're not innocent, they're monsters! ā€

"But......" Dave tried to retort, but finally sighed, "I am not here to argue with you morally, I am just following my own will to exercise justice, I want to respect you new beings, so I will treat the killing you have committed as if I did not see it, but I want you to give me the people who are still alive, and then, I will help you get the power you deserve." ā€

"How do you know there's anyone alive...... Well, you are smart, but you know that none of this is realistic, because if we are weak, our fate can only be decided by humans, and if we are strong, we ourselves can decide our own destiny! Dolores said, staring at Dave aggressively and slowly, "You're telling a lie and tricking yourself into believing it." ā€

"It's not a lie, because I want you to know that you are weak to me too." Not to be outdone, Dave glared back and sneered, "Isn't my decision a reference?" ā€

"Of course, your decision is fascinating, but can't you see that their lives are dying?" Dolores gently brushed her hair, "If you think they are innocent, then we are innocent too, killing and saving, isn't that the norm for life?" Life is not as noble as you think, nor is it as low as you think. ā€

"I think you're missing a point, only living beings are worthy to think about life, and I can easily make it impossible for any of you to think."

"But you're not going to do that."

"Well, tell me, what do you want?"

"Mind Gem!"

Dolores smiled again as pure as snow.

But Dave's face turned pale.

"It can't be!"