Although he really wanted to make a secret deal with Mr. Journalist, Lyle realized that he was not a deep person. His thoughts were simple and transparent, and there seemed to be no secrets worth hiding.

The identity of a time traveler is considered one, but Lyle is not stupid enough to trade this.

After a while of greeting with the reporter, Lyle turned his attention to another person.

Mr. Willim Wyern.

His name sounds like some kind of 20th-century sparkling wine, of course, it was just a little joke he made.

He was also mentioned in his communication with Mr. Gentleman, who seemed to be a writer who was pursuing inspiration. I wonder if his science fiction mechanical outfit is part of his pursuit of inspiration.

"I'm glad to meet you, Mr. Willim."

The cube head tilted at a subtle angle around the neck, as if it was necessary to unfold the conversation. The smooth plane raised small particles, like an open box, with a small virtual light screen exposed on the front.

If you read it correctly, behind the light screen, there seems to be a human brain model with several electric beam tubes inserted. The electric sparks flashed under the cortex, making him look out of place with this era.

A pair of handsome men's eyes were projected on the virtual light screen, the kind of eyes with a deep and mysterious style, which was coincidentally the charm that Lyle liked the most.

"Well, your style is really unique."

"Thank you, every friend who meets me for the first time will say this. Your bird beak mask is also very... characteristic."

Mr. Willim praised Lyle's appearance with far-fetchedness, and the obvious clumsiness made Lyle realize that the gentleman might not be social.

"Mr. Epidemic Doctor, what did you call me just now?"

"Mr. Willim, is there any problem?"

"No, but usually everyone calls me Mr. Dildo or Mr. Willym, and few people mention my name."

"That may be my personal reason, because this name was used by something I was familiar with before." Of course, I will not say the name of the 20th century sparkling wine, so as not to be surprised by you.

The eyes on the virtual light screen changed into a contemplative shape with squinted eyes.

"Let me guess, is the director of the 21st century Willim Dafu?"

"?"

Lyle shivered, his hand resting on the table, and his other hand massaged his temples to make sure he hadn't had any illusion due to overwork.

"Mr. Willim, can you please repeat it again?" It is not reached in the Middle Ages and the fifteenth century.

"I said, the 21st century, Mr. Epidemic Doctor, that is the distant future, I am a time traveler."

Lyle fell to the ground, like someone had a home run against his waist. He hooked his hands on the edge of the table, struggled to get up from the ground, and finally sat on the table without any grace, because his weak thighs could no longer support his body.

"what do you?"

"I am a time traveler, a person who has returned from the future, I am from the future." Mr. Willim's expression did not change, and his charming eyes on the virtual light screen blinked.

Another time traveler?

"You mean, are you coming from the future of the twenty-first century?"

"No……"

Lyle took a breath.

“I came from the 22nd century.”

Lyle hunched over and coughed because of his bad breath.

"Is this a joke?"

"No, can't you see it? My body, I am a mechanized transformation person from the future."

"I am very worried, it's hard to believe." It's hard to believe that I am not the only time traveler.

"It's okay, I can tell you a story."

………

The story took place in 2112.

City of Tears.

A city named after the acid rains all year round.

This city is controlled by several huge high-tech consortiums. High-tech and the gap between rich and poor that surpasses the past makes this place a paradise and hell at the same time.

In the last century, artificial intelligence has emerged, and in this century, the AI ​​Human Rights Act has just been implemented.

However, having a citizenship cannot help you get rid of poverty. This law applies to both humans and artificial intelligence.

Poverty and desire have given birth to a gray area, and upper-class people also turn a blind eye to this.

Alcohol and anesthetics became sleeping pills at the bottom of despair.

However, all this has nothing to do with Willim Waijang.

Born in a middle-level family, he received a good education, had a high-paying job, and he was a plastic surgeon.

A plastic surgeon who is both human and Andy.

Andy is the name of an artificial intelligence company. Eighty percent of the existing artificial intelligence is produced by them. Over time, these artificial intelligences are also collectively called Andy.

In this era, plastic surgery doctors are a sacred profession because, not only can he create beauty but also can prevent death, human mechanization has become the norm, and countless wealthy ladies are willing to line up for their halogen-coated buttocks for hours and pay a lot of money.

Willim is a leader in the industry. He has an aesthetic that transcends the world. Every creature transformed by him will be praised as a masterpiece.

He became a guest of honor for the ladies and ladies. He had met many wealthy women with invasive eyes, longing for the beautiful daughters, and the thin girl who was desperate to do everything.

People pushed him to the altar, and Willim felt that he had lost something, and he watched his perfectly modified titanium steel hands, and the excitement disappeared, the excitement that every perfect masterpiece appeared.

Willim felt that he was an artist and he should pursue a higher level.

He was also tired of just modifying a certain part according to other people's requirements. Even if he spliced ​​that part on others' body, it was like installing the latest engine on pigs.

Willim Huairang, you must create the most perfect body in the world by yourself, use these eyes to pursue beauty, and use these sculptural beautiful hands.

Soon, a group appeared before him, a group he had never contacted.

Candy, a model of artificial intelligence, was designed to please humans. No candy has been transformed by Willim because they are beautiful. After the promulgation of the Human Rights Act, these social machines gained freedom and had no support for loneliness. A few became idols through their appearance, and the vast majority were at a loss and were taken to their own jobs or others.

Alcohol, anesthetics and candies have become comfort for the desperate people at the bottom.

Yet Willim was full of disgust with the candies, and he lashed at the table irritably, roaring like a beast, believing that it was a blasphemy of beauty.

One day, he saw a candy, her lips were so beautiful that it was as attractive as a ripe cherry.

She had just sent one client away, and Willim walked over, as if he was undergoing a skilled operation, his fingers stretched out his usual surgical tools and stripped her sexy lips perfectly.

The scream of horror echoed in the city of tears.

Willim got what he wanted, and the next day, he received allegations of harming artificial intelligence.

When he thought he was responsible for the justice of the law, he was acquitted and a former client's husband released himself bailed him. In his opinion, a superb plastic surgery man's favor is much more valuable than the fear suffered by a tin toy.

When good or bad can be measured by money, what value does morality still have?

It is said that the candy was finally processed because she had no wealth to repair the body's trauma, which made her unable to earn wealth. Before the body was damaged, she chose to upload her own data and expect her data to be adopted in a new body.

Artificial intelligence has been granted human rights and has become the lowest level of people.

Willim did not stop his "art".

He took off the best parts and let the rest rust in fear. He was sent to court more than once, but the capitalists obviously did not like these toys that were no longer obedient.

The repeated acquittals allowed Willim to accumulate enough legal knowledge, and he could even defend himself.

Andy will not die, and their fear will not be forgotten.

One day, a newly-departed candy would even cry and tremble when she heard the three words Willim.

Willim became the fear of Andy, who was not afraid of death, and he became the terrifying legend of tears.

Those humans discovered a better way to control Andy, and Willim even received a commendation from the security department.

But Willim doesn't care.

He had collected 13,211 parts, and he integrated these perfections into one perfection.

It was a very beautiful candy, and Willim felt that he had carved an angel, and he named her Doresey.

When Dorecy opened her eyes, she cried, "Willim, murderer, monster..." All kinds of dirty words popped out from the corner of Dorothy's mouth.

Dorecy not only condenses the beauty of those candies, but also mixes the resentment and fear of those candies towards themselves.

And after reaching out his hand, Doresey was shaking there.

"Working mode, execution."

The working mode is a program that privatizes artificial intelligence. It forces artificial intelligence to execute set programs, which can be understood as mandatory commands.

Doresey hugged him as he thought, telling his love, with a smile on his lips, Willim looked into her eyes, he knew that in those sky-blue pupils, there was a soul that was scolding him.

Willim smiled, a crazy smile.

Dorothy's performance has already shown the transmissibility of emotions.

After Dorothy appeared, Willim felt that he had some changes, both physically and psychologically.

It was like getting on a carriage heading towards hell, and he was still laughing and waving his whip.
To be continued...