A huge, installation.

Ryan thought for a moment before he thought of the word, actually, he was trying to say, castle.

It's really big, even from such a distance. It is in the form of a large inverted trapezoid, buckled to the ground, with a square base, gradually narrowing upward, rounded edges and corners, dark in color, as if made of metal. There was nothing around, the wind was blowing the dust, and it stood alone, like a beast entrenched here alone.

Having lived for 23 years, Ryan had no idea that the Ark had such an empty place.

The unmanned car stopped a few hundred meters in front of the castle, and Ryan got out of the car and walked towards it.

The morning sun had made the air quite hot, and when Ryan came to it, he was already sweating.

It looked even bigger at this point, with a sloping façade barely visible to the top, and a dark brown metal shell with metal rivets neatly arranged and no windows. It seems to be able to withstand atomic bombs.

Atomic bomb, Ryan smiled, fortunately there was no one around, and he consciously made a good joke.

It has a small door in the center of its front that only allows one person to pass through, which is too small for its own size. The door was open, and Ryan walked in.

He entered a hallway, the walls on either side were metal, with a finely polished sheen, covered with components and grooves, as if they could be moved at any moment. The light is dim, and the holographic text on both sides of the hallway is clearer: Welcome, Ryan 3-E-537.

He thought he would be greeted by a warm staff member with a smile, but he didn't see a single person. Everything was silent, and he came to the end of the hallway, where the projection device automatically turned on, and a holographic image of the DNA double helix molecule unfolded before his eyes, illuminated by blue fluorescence:

Two long chains that rotate opposite each other, connected by rungs in the middle. The picture changes, the two long chains rotate and disassemble, and the middle rungs break to form two long molecular chains. One of the long chains drifted out and was combined with another drifting long chain, and the rungs in the middle of the two long chains were reconnected to form a new double helix molecule......

Ryan held out his finger and clicked "Skip". I've watched this kind of animation countless times since I was a child, and I'm tired of watching it.

"Ready, Ryan 3-E-537?" The screen emits a message.

"Just call me Ryan."

"Okay, you can also call me matchmaker."

Ryan couldn't help laughing: "You? Where do you look like a matchmaker? ”

The screen shows a two-pointed, one-arc smiley face, followed by the text, "You can also call me Eros, as you like."

Ryan shook his head, the impressive metal behemoth had a misnomer's name, and if he was going to write a manuscript, he would have to write about it.

This is the difference between machines and people, people can distinguish the different subtle feelings brought about by different names, but machines cannot.

He came to the place that showed "Entrance", where there was a set of clothes, and the screen motioned for him to change, which was exactly what he wanted, so he changed out of his sweaty clothes.

Pure white clothes, black lines on both sides of the body, long clothes, trousers, slightly tight style, wrapped around his body, he moved a little, only felt that the elasticity and fit were excellent, the body felt good, and he didn't find any sensing devices. Ryan saw himself in the mirror image given on the screen, and felt very satisfied, and couldn't help but smile.

"Is it okay?" The display asked.

"It couldn't be better."

"Please come in."

"No shoes?"

"No shoes needed."

Maybe it's better to get data barefoot, and Ryan walked in.

Ryan came to the designated position and stood up, with a metal plate under his feet, and the display in front of him prompted him to put on a hood, hold the two handles in front of him with both hands, and snap the bracelet into the designated position.

"Click", something stuck into the groove on the bracelet, Ryan only felt a soreness in his wrist, but the feeling quickly disappeared.

Text appears on the screen: Let's take a psychological test, please answer the question according to your first intuition.

I thought it was a psychological test. The first question shows that Ryan finished reading the questions and options, and was about to click on the answer, when the answer on the screen was suddenly automatically checked, and then jumped to the next question.

Ryan stood there in amazement.

The same is true for the second question.

Question 3, Question 4...... Ryan just stood there, hooded and gripping the handle, and the answers in his head appeared on the screen one by one.

I have done countless psychological tests since I was a child, and I have never done it in such a way.

He took his eyes off the screen, and the answer stopped.

He let go of the handle and felt some sweat in his palms. The system's judgment was almost instantaneous, and it jumped quickly, and he didn't even have a chance to judge, let alone whitewash......

"Ryan, please continue to answer the question."

He had no choice but to hold the handle and continue to read the question. This answer is probably measured by the changes in the pupils and the response of the cranial nerves to different answers, which cannot be concealed at all......

"Are you a curious person?"

The system answers: "Very yes".

"Do you often question it?"

The system replied: "Yes." ”

"Do you think rules matter?"

The system replied: "Not important. ”

Ryan let go of the handle and felt his breath run a little short. Curiosity is by no means a plus, and when it comes to questioning, he generally chooses "sometimes", as for the question of rules...... He felt like he was dead.

The bracelet was still stuck in the card slot, and the bracelet contained almost all of his personal information, and Ryan suddenly understood how these targeted questions were selected. He felt himself standing naked in front of the machine, being scrutinized inch by inch.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"Believe."

"Does a woman's appearance matter to you?"

"Important."

"Is sex important to you?"

Ryan closed his eyes. He said to himself over and over again in his mind, it's just a machine, it's just a machine!

"Ryan, answering the questions cooperatively will help to obtain more accurate data, which will affect the matching results, and all pauses and physical changes will be recorded."

Well, it, tell you what's the point?

"Do you think there is a difference between superior and inferior human genes?"

"Yes."

"Do you think it's necessary to screen genes?"

"Yes."

"Do you think it's reasonable to artificially intervene in matching and reproduction in order to accelerate human evolution?"

"Yes."

"Do you think emotions matter?"

"Important."

"Do you think memory is important?

"It's important."

"Do you regret your childhood?"

"Regret."

"Do you miss your parents?"

"Yes."

……

Ryan felt like everything was being dissected, including the hidden corners he had almost forgotten, and as the problem deepened, he wanted to stop several times, but had to continue.

When he finally finished answering the last question, Ryan felt his chest swell, his back was drenched with sweat, and his feet were cold on the metal plate. He raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, unable to figure out what was wrong. Damn the hell machine, it almost made me cry!

"Ryan, thank you for your cooperation, if this test makes you feel uncomfortable, you can choose to delete this memory." A small box pops up next to the machine, and inside is a white and transparent capsule.

Ryan almost wanted to grab the capsule, but he restrained himself and said, "No, I won't delete it, just let me remember this, I'll remember it well!" ”

I've got to write a good one, he thought.

"Then, Ryan, you can move on to the next step."

"Wait, that's all there is to psychometric testing, why don't you ask the most important questions?"

“？”

"Why don't you ask me what I think of her?"

"All the necessary questions have been asked, Ryan."

"Wait, isn't that a necessary question?"

"Subjective inclination does not affect objective results, this is the basic principle of matching."

Ryan sighed and walked out angrily. Well, he thought, why bother arguing with a machine, anyway, I want to make this opinion, it should definitely be a necessary question.

He enters an octagonal space with eight huge screens on eight walls. He looked at the test instructions scrolling on the screen, and his heart relaxed, heh, intelligence test, he was never afraid of this thing.

The topic is not difficult, but this posture should not be underestimated, eight screens 360-degree surrounding, for observation and attention and physical fitness are not a small challenge, if you use the blind spot to increase the distraction and difficulty...... This is simply anti-human design.

As soon as he got started, there was a problem wrong, the system immediately gave a screeching error sound, red light flashed in the room, he knew that the sensor on the sole of his foot must also be recording body data, he understood that this was deliberately putting pressure on the subject. Damn, his competitive spirit was aroused, and he held his breath to fight.

“398+456=？”

“854！” Ryan gave the answer in half a second.

"Please find the missing pieces of the puzzle."

A black and white puzzle full of irregular lines is missing, and the alternative answers are displayed in eight screens, a total of hundreds or thousands, and while Ryan was searching, the eight screens suddenly moved, and then quickly rotated, Ryan scolded, only to feel that his eyes were full of black and white shadows.

"What's next?"

Ryan was caught off guard, and only thought about it carefully, and there was not much left in the countdown to answer the question, so he had to guess one randomly.

"Wrong." The error was loud again, and the red light lit up.

“Fu*k！”

At the end of the intelligence test, Ryan felt a sharp pain in the sides and back of his head, a migraine caused by a high degree of cerebral hypoxia.

The exit from the room opened, and Ryan continued inside.

"Please break this." Ryan had a reed rod in front of him. Well, a fitness test.

To test this basic muscle strength, it was still such an ancient device, he grabbed the ends of the stick and broke it hard, and a green light on the table lit up, but no door opened. "Please break this." The original spring stick sank and was replaced with another one.

It took some effort for Ryan to break the second stick. "Please break this." Replace it with another one.

This is probably trying to test a limit, Ryan thought, and then thought of the note that his performance determines the matching result, well, if everyone can pass, there really is no difference. He then riveted and broke it with all his might.

Until he couldn't bend the stick in his hand with all his strength, the door next to him opened.

Ryan shook his sore arm and stepped into a small, all-metal space.

The metal space shifted, and a small chair rose under his hips, and then a baffle appeared in front of him, "Please kick the baffle open." ”

He stretched his thighs hard and pushed forward.

He felt the increasing resistance under his feet, he gritted his teeth against it, moved the baffle forward, and a row of small lights lit up next to him in turn, and when he was about to hold on, the lights stopped in one position, the resistance disappeared, and the device began to change. The baffle and chair are gone. In the middle of his breath, two pull rings suddenly fell from the top of his head, and the pull rings were still more than a meter away from his upstretched arm, "Please jump straight and grab the pull rings." ”

There were metal walls in front of him, left and right, and it was not easy to jump barefoot in a small space, and he suddenly had little confidence, and at the same time, a question arose in his heart, if he couldn't finish it, what should he do? However, the beating timer gave him no time to think about it.

He jumped up with all his might, trying three times before finally grasping the tab, and the metal plate under his feet rose up and touched the soles of his feet.

"Please push forward." He stretched out his arm and pushed the two metal plates in front of him forward, and the whole device worked together with his movements.

The device is constantly changing, "please grasp", "please curl your abdomen", "please stand up", "please climb up", ...... He didn't know when it was a head, like a mouse locked in a metal maze. But in order to be able to get out as soon as possible, or rather, in order to be able to get out, he had to do his best.

"Run to the opposite side as fast as you can", "Jump up and dodge the rolling beams......

The huge log rolled at high speed, the force was enough to crush a person to death, Ryan jumped up and down, soaking wet, his heart beating wildly, and the muscles of his whole body seemed to lose sensation......

I don't know if anyone has given up, what if someone really can't hold on, is there such an exit mechanism? By now, it's not a question of testing, it's a question of whether or not you can survive.

He braced his knees with his hands, panting like a cow, sweat running down his gaping mouth and falling to the ground. The wish in his heart was supporting him not to fall, but his body was saying, I can't do it, no matter what else is, I can't move.

Fortunately, the door in front of me opened.

Ryan staggered towards the door, and at the same time, a hint of pride and relief floated in his heart. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have shown it so completely, he had done everything he could, he couldn't have been better, and if the genes were there, he would have shown himself to the fullest.

He felt a little closer to the figure that was jumping in the night, the one with its long vigorous hair, the one who was vigorous and light.

O woman in the night, he thought so, and crossed the threshold, but stepped on the air and fell straight down.

With a "plop", he fell into the icy water, "Please swim over." ”

He swam desperately in the huge glass jar, and his whole body was no longer obedient, and he only fluttered on instinct.

Finally, his fingertips touched the wall of the pool, and he jerked his head out of the water, sinking again, feeling like he was dying. Suddenly, a transparent cover was pulled down from the top of his head and he was pinned into the water, "Please hold your breath for five minutes." ”

……