After several wars, most of the human beings have moved to other terrestrial planets, leaving only the ruins that no one can maintain, like the gears still turning on a huge dilapidated machine, standing on the earth.

And near the wastewater plant on the outskirts of the city, such a place is the place.

The governor of the precinct was a man of grace, and the rest of the ruins of the city were almost in order, except for the few old ruins that he thought were quite beautiful, still there, like old scars. Wastewater treatment plants were once a bustling place many years ago, and when humans were still using airplanes for long-distance transportation, this was the so-called airport where planes were parked. The more economically and trade-developed the city, the more stylish such an "airport" will be. A variety of brick-and-mortar shops line wide indoor passages, and the lounge areas often have decorative architectural features, such as colorful elevator passages and elaborate fountains......

And like this, small stages.

Although the decadent parish is no longer prosperous, the two bionic robots on the small stage, forgotten by time, are still conscientiously carrying out the tasks they were originally given.

The Governor named the two Old World immigrants "Crane" and "Piano Master".

The crane is a tireless dancing bionic robot, and because it is powered by solar energy, it is easy to complete the instructions and easy to maintain and maintain. Except for the occasional brief break on a cloudy day, she spent the rest of the time in that beautiful glass cover, fluttering her crane-like wings.

These two wings are white and flawless, each feather is intact, and near the root is dotted with precious gems, which shine in a colorful streamer when the sun is shining.

The crane is blind.

The designer gave her a pair of beautiful eyes, but they did not give her the ability to see the world. She carried out all her orders with precision, performing random dances in a glass enclosure completely isolated from the outside world, and she had always been silently watched, not needing to see the audience that surrounded her.

And the luthier is mute.

The eternal boy played silently beside the crane for a long, long time, so long that the memories of the pianist owner of these hands imported into his brain were already like a dusty past thousands of years ago. In order to make his performance full of emotion, the designer gave him five senses, gave him part of the body's memories of his life, but only allowed him to speak, play, and speak with his hands, and the vocal cords and mouth are relatively useless organs.

The boy is as beautiful as the maiden dancer, the face of the young man who died young is exquisite, and the arms and fingers of the slender boy who will never age are flexible enough to play countless beautiful and sad tunes on the piano.

She couldn't see him, and he couldn't speak, so he sat silently for years.

Although the bionic robots that gave them emotions and memories were so cruel that they could only do repetitive tasks were forbidden to produce, the two robots were not destroyed like the other robots - they were forgotten here due to the sudden evacuation of the city's inhabitants at the time, and then continued to be maintained and preserved as historical relics by the current Governor.

The black aircraft landed ten meters away from the glass cover. The side door slid open, and the man in a black trench coat and sunglasses commanded the adjutant and bodyguard behind him, "You are waiting for me here", and then opened the six huge black wings behind him against the wind.

Icarus, or the feared Grim Reaper of Chimera, as many call it, Lucifer, spread his god-like wings in the deserted wilderness, glided low altitude, and stopped in front of the glass cover—his arrival raised countless tiny motes in the air, many of which clinged to the glass cover that was cleaned by the cleaning robots every day.

The sound of the piano is like a heavenly sound.

The luthier was accustomed to seeing him come rain or shine every day, and the sound of the piano did not stop for him, and he did not even raise his head. The crane itself is also blind, and still dances to the sound of the piano.

Icarus stood outside the glass cover, carefully brushing the dust off his front with his clean sleeves, as if the epaulettes had his rank written on them, and the clothes that showed his noble status were mere ordinary rags. The tall figure stood outside the glass enclosure and enjoyed the performance of the robot in the glass enclosure up close. He wiped the glass cover so carefully that his long crow-like eyelashes half-covered his golden-green eyes, and there was some dark blue from tiredness.

When he was done, Icarus folded his wings and stood erect, motionless, looking intently at the dancer in the glass case.

"Coming to such a remote place every day?" The new young lieutenant 27 in the aircraft looked at the commander standing in the distance in surprise, "I always thought that Chief Icarus was in charge of torture...... At least not this kind of person who wastes so much time coming over to see the show. ”

Samael lit a cigarette: "...... Right? I was surprised at first. ”

As the lieutenant of Icarus's subordinates and the Duke of Poison, and has the closest combat power to Lucifer, Samael can be regarded as the most capable commander of Icarus's subordinates - Samael has platinum-blonde hair close to silver, and the unique beauty of the high-ranking Chimera, which is quite similar to Lucifer Icarus's appearance.

His two red eyes were as clear and crystal clear as rubies, and the area near his pupils was mixed with gold.

"But these two robots really look like real people, unlike the robots on the market today that are basically deliberately distinguished from human appearance." Number 27 looked curiously at the two shadows in the distance.

"You're not a local, are you? We've seen these two robots since we were kids. It looks different from other robots, because it was a product many years ago, and at that time it was not forbidden to make bionic robots from human limbs, so both robots are closer to cyborgs, half-humans, half-robots than robots. Number 19, who was sitting inside the aircraft, interjected with a smile.

At a time when the Western calendar was still commonly used on Earth, the rise of artificial intelligence for a long time drove applied robots

The industry is developing rapidly. In the mouths of many elders, they occasionally hear that when the AI affirmative action was not introduced, many families still had cleaning robots and even sex robots.

In the face of his own creation, and with absolute control, the worst side of human nature is exposed.

The more miserable a person is in life, the more accustomed he is to blaming his disobedience on the object he thinks is vulnerable. In earlier times, such objects were slaves, other genders, or other human beings "not of my race", and in those days, all the pressures that society gave people, most of it were poured out on the robots through infinite amplification, in the form of violence and abuse.

And this kind of abuse is carried out behind closed doors-

The darkest fantasies in their minds can be realized without risk and without borders. This situation lasted until the last century, when the emergence of bionic robots, and even robots like robots in glass covers, which could even be said to be partially human, reached its peak, and finally came to an end after several artificial intelligence rebellions.

Since then, robots that have passed the Turing Test have been able to live as legal residents in certain areas – and then the landmark event of a digital robot that contributed to the development and construction of the terrestrial planets that will build the rest of the human colony has been awarded a government meritorious service and become a hero to the masses. Since then, similar robots with relatively new models that have passed the Turing test have been banned from being traded as commodities and only used as a way for robots to reproduce, while relatively less humanoid robots have also been able to live and work in a human-dominated society under the protection of the law after the passage of the affirmative action Act.

…… Or at least on the surface.

The deliberate selection of robots, androids, half-human cyborgs, and all sorts of "new humans" in the media are smiling so brightly on the stale projection advertisements that they look quite harmonious.

"That female robot is pretty too," 19 said as he walked over, putting his thick arm on the recruit and pointing to the dancing white figure on the monitor, "The boss could actually come along with him—the Governor and he had a good personal relationship." ”

"Take it out? Do you see the glass cover," Samael swallowed for a moment, "what do you think will happen when you take it out?" ”

Number 19 scratched his head: "What else?" It's just a robot, and you can take it home with you when you approve it. We don't have to accompany the boss to take a detour to see the beauty every time, right? ”

Samael sneered, patted 19 on the shoulder, and said nothing.

Number 27 next to him moved his lips to say something, but he didn't say it. As a new member of the Heart of Time group this time, No. 27 was born in the gladiatorial arena and was different from the contemporaries with outstanding martial arts in the assessment, although his other subjects were just hung on the line, but he was admitted because of his outstanding achievements in the written test - in the barracks where combat strength determines the status, he was extremely cautious about revealing his intelligence, for fear that he would attract unwanted "attention" because he was too showy, so he became a recruit with "special care" from his superiors.

Although the huge impact did not cause serious injuries, the old wounds in the lungs were touched, and Lilith coughed a few times, only to feel that her throat and mouth were faintly bloody.

The damage inflicted on her opponent by her assault was apparently unexpected by the audience and the commentators, and the entire venue was silent for a long time before suddenly erupting in applause and applause - it was quite new to the viewer that a little-known and petite-looking novice could inflict such a big deal on a barely defeated god of war like No. 85.

However, as a veteran of the gladiatorial arena, No. 85 is still a step ahead. He quickly recovered from Lilith's attack, and despite the bleeding from his wounds, he stepped forward and began to chase Lilith in the corner.

Lilith secretly said that it was not good, although she had just won a surprise blow, she knew that it would be quite difficult to hold a few moves in the hands of a master of this magnitude and experience far above her. She saw that the other party rushed up with red eyes, and the steel machete came down head-on, and hurriedly dodged along the root of the wall, which was able to avoid the heavy blow of No. 85.

"Being hit by a child" is obviously quite humiliating in the eyes of the other party, and No. 85 is in a hurry to stop the bleeding, this blow used considerable strength, the blade directly sank into the stone a little, even under his brute force, he blushed before pulling it out. After drawing the knife, seeing that Lilith had escaped by luck and showed some flaws, the giant shield in No. 85's left hand was pushed, so that even if she raised her arms across her chest and lowered her head to protect the life-gate block, she was hit again, and was slapped to the wall on the left again.

This close-range slap she caught completely head-on. Lilith's back hit the rough stone wall, and although she was protected by an airbag this time, she still estimated that her ribs might have been broken because she had eaten the blow with all the punches. Although the two elbows were prosthetics, they were still directly knocked into a dent, which really showed the strength of this person. - She secretly counted the numbers in her heart, and her mouth only felt bitter and sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out "wow".

Above the gladiatorial arena, a VIP box inside an optically invisible glass.

The holographic screen shows the headshots of the two contestants, with Lilith's number 176 and her own life-size projection still in color, while number 85 turns gray and is stamped with an exaggerated "killed" stamp.

The man in the box frowned as he listened to the broadcast, filtering out a noisy commentary and other audience boos.

The man was wearing a casual blouse, the brim of the cap was pressed low, casting a shadow that obscured half of his face, two diamond studs on the cartilage of his left ear, and a metal black reverse cross hanging from the earlobe. Several staff members dressed in retro Roman costumes stood respectfully beside him, holding a silver tray with two huge numbers - 85 and 176 - on the display screen as thin as a cicada's wing.

The female companion next to him, with her long plump pink hair, was also dressed casually, her legs were straight, and she was lying comfortably on a huge leather chaise longue, holding a large popcorn in her arms. The woman wore a pair of huge sunglasses that slid down the bridge of her graceful nose to near the tip of her nose, and a pair of blood-red eyes looked at the man next to her from the top of the sunglasses, and her elbow touched him.

"Who are you betting on?"

The man didn't reply immediately - he was frowning and reading the message. For privacy and encryption reasons, he didn't communicate outside of work to his brain, but through a retro "extracorporeal communicator", and the address book on it was full of beautiful women's avatars. The number of these avatars often increases with the number of his sexual encounters, but from time to time, there will be girls who have a clear head, scold him for being a "scumbag" or something like that, and then block and delete him.

The woman next to him looked at him as if she was watching a good show, and several gray avatars representing "the other party has deleted your contact information" appeared on his mobile phone, holding her cheeks and "tsk" in surprise.

The woman shook her head as she picked up a lollipop from the tray on the small table next to her and stuffed it into her mouth: "I really don't understand these children...... Yin Yin knew from the beginning that you were the type of guy who didn't want to talk about his girlfriend seriously, and he pounced on him one after another, and then finally deleted you while scolding you as a scumbag. ”

They have known each other for many years, and Asmontis has never broken off seeing the beauties around him - the more beautiful the girl, the more tempered she tends to be, and the more plays she can watch when she "breaks up". Although Asmontis has seen him slapped, his contact information deleted, and he being splashed with water and scolded...... But in general, the plot is very unified.

Almost all the heroines in his sexual encounters, no matter how free and easy they seem at the beginning, no matter how rational they are, they will inevitably enter the same cycle.

Discover the situation of "this man is so perfect" – and then emotionally – trying to "be the woman who transforms him".

When this happens, the man's reaction is very predictable – not replying, pretending to be dead, pretending to be busy, saying "I don't really want to start a formal relationship" – followed by less romantic and decent hysteria, a woman's breakdown, anger or crying, or something else.

And the beginning of the story has already been doomed to the end.

"Is it true......" The man didn't look at the creature next to him, who exuded female hormones and was dressed in revealing clothes, and locked the screen on his own, blocking the other party's eyes from trying to peep.

He beckoned the waiter to come over.

The screen shows the odds of both sides and the number of bettors.

The 85 side is almost overwhelmingly over 176, and it is clear that most of the audience is confident in the number 85, which can be said to be the undefeated God of War.

The man was going to continue to bet on No. 85, but he opened his eyes and carefully looked at the face of the woman who was beaten by No. 85 on the field and only knew how to hold her head to protect the vital woman for a moment, and almost without hesitation chose the poor No. 176, which had a small number of bettors.

In order to see who he was betting on, Asmantis's face was close together, and his long pink hair hung down to the man's knees. She was wearing very short hot pants, and her slender and plump right thigh was tattooed with a colorful human head with goat horns, and her skin around her body was almost white, and her exposed knees and joints were slightly pink.

"You actually chose that side," Asmantis muttered, "It's the opposite of what I bet~"

The attendants in the Colosseum were highly trained, read countless people, and all had their tongues removed to protect the privacy of their guests. But Rao had been trained to ignore indecent manners and had seen countless beauties, and several young male waiters couldn't help but look at the woman in front of them a few more times.

Asmantis isn't that standard of her kind. Her face is not entirely symmetrical, nor is it exquisite. The two watery eyes were even a little too apart, with a bit of confusion and innocence, but those eyes that always seemed to be daydreaming could hook the soul. There are a few freckles on the bridge of the nose, and under the small and delicate nose, the plump lips open slightly even when they are relaxed, as if there is always something to say, and they want to talk. Her head tilted slightly, well-maintained, her waist-length pink hair reflected a pearlescent soft light in the light, and spread over her curvaceous, near-perfect hourglass figure, like an expensive, smoky pink satin, carefully holding up a peerless treasure.