Hope quickly put down his hands. He looked at the picture album that No. 44 was still holding in his arms, and then at the gun bag and a few nutritional ointments packed beside him. These were his only luggage.
"Didn't I ask you to wait outside? How did you get in?" The caregiver was surprised.
"You're too slow," Hope said.
"Am I slow? It's obvious that he is too lazy. He doesn't know what to do in the room all day long. He did like that in the last assessment..." The caregiver paused here, raised his chin and tapped the number 44 on the bed.
, "Let me tell you, Hope, you don't really want this kind of defective product, do you? Why don't you go pick a normal assistant who can really help you?"
"I chose him, that's him." Hope glanced at her, "Can you be more polite with your words?"
"What's the point? Anyway... they don't understand it." The caregiver curled her lips and said, "Pack your things and leave quickly!" After that, he turned around and left.
After the caregiver left, only No. 44 and Hope were left in the room.
From the perspective of No. 44, Jing Baiye looked longingly at the face that was exactly the same as the one in his memory. However, no matter how excited he was, he could only sit where he was, unable to make any unnecessary movements.
"Did you choose me?" No. 44 raised his head, "I am No. 44, please give me your advice."
Hope glanced at the numbered armband on his arm, frowned, and began to introduce himself: "Hope, this is my name."
"Hope?" No. 44 tilted his head, "Is it 'hope'... does it mean hope?"
"That's it." Teacher Hope coughed dryly, "However, I would rather you call me 'teacher'. From now on we will not only be partners, but I will... well, if you don't want to, forget it, just call me 'teacher'..."
"Teacher!!" No. 44 and Jing Baiye shouted at the same time.
Hope's only exposed eye widened slightly, as if he was surprised that No. 44 accepted this call so quickly, and immediately showed a faint smile.
He stood up, raised his hand and gently rubbed No. 44's head.
"Come with me, let's get out of here together."
Just as Jing Baiye was about to nod, the scene in front of him suddenly became distorted.
[The first scene ends, the second scene is loading...]
A cold mechanical sound sounded, and Jing Baiye was startled, realizing that he was indeed in a game.
Everything in front of me began to change, the dark room, the dirty floor, the picture album in my arms, the teacher's smile... these all stretched and twisted into a ball and disappeared, even the unpleasant smell in the air was gone.
Only a second passed and the scene became clear again.
"……sorry."
What came into view again was a small dirt bag. Jing Baiye felt that his sight had become very low. When he looked closely, it turned out that it was him squatting on the ground. This apology was also coming from him.
"Why did you die? Although the nutritional ointment is very hard to eat, I will be fine if I eat it..."
Jing Baiye quickly realized when this happened——
On his first day out of the training camp, he picked up a kitten with gray fur and blue eyes next to a garbage dump. He fed it his own nutritional ointment, but it died soon after. He hid its body
Put it in the gun bag, wait until the teacher's house, and bury it in the backyard.
No. 44 reached out and carefully pressed the soil on the soil bags, patting them tighter, and whispered "I'm sorry".
A voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"What are you doing?"
No. 44 turned around suddenly and saw Teacher Hope standing at the door looking at him.
After the war started, all the high-rise buildings disappeared, and the people who survived lived in small one- to two-story bungalows that were more convenient to build. As a patrolman participating in the subsequent war, Hope was unable to survive 29 days out of 30 days.
At home, I still purchased a residence.
"No. 44?"
"No...nothing..."
No. 44's eyes dodge, trying to cover the obvious bump behind him with his feet.
"…………"
Jing Baiye met his teacher's eyes. At this moment, he discovered something that he had not noticed in his first life - the teacher glanced at the ground with helplessness on his face. Obviously he had discovered the bumpkin a long time ago, but
…
"Come and help if you have nothing to do." He waved to him, "Go to the house next door to get some seeds. We will plant vegetables at night."
...but he pretended not to see it.
Jing Baiye's mood was complicated. In his memory, the teacher hated lying. How could he...
No. 44 obviously didn't notice him at that time. He ran to Teacher Hope, opened his hands and wanted to throw himself into his arms, but Hope pressed his forehead and pushed him away gently: "Come back and act like a baby again."
"...Okay." No. 44 was a little disappointed.
"Do you remember what I taught you this morning?" the teacher asked.
"When you receive help from others, you should thank them properly and don't take it for granted; you can't touch other people's things without permission, and you can't turn around even if they fall in front of you; you can't comment on other people's appearance, figure or physical defects.
,If you don’t like it, you can forget it immediately..."
No. 44 repeated these one by one: "I remember everything the teacher taught!"
Less than 20 years have passed since the outbreak of the war, and many people who witnessed it are still alive, either disabled or with other wounds that cannot be covered up. Even if they have not witnessed it, the radiation pollution left by the special bomb explosion has caused serious physical deformities and injuries to many people.
disease.
There were many such people living around Hope's house, so he alerted No. 44 as soon as he arrived.
"Yes, you said that's fine. Come over quickly...wait a minute. You can change your clothes and then go over. Put away the armbands."
"good!"
No. 44 came to the bedroom, which had just been cleaned by the teacher. It contained the most basic furniture. It was smaller than the room he used to live alone in, but it was much cleaner and tidier.
He couldn't help but touch the hard bed board and soft quilt, imagining how comfortable he would be lying in it. But he didn't forget the teacher's task. He took off the jumpsuit, took off the armband, put it in the gun bag, and put it in the gun bag.
Put on new clothes and go out.
The neighbor was cleaning the door. She was a young woman.
No. 44 saw large burns on her neck and face from a distance, and Jing Baiye instantly understood what was going on.
When the war between humans and artificial intelligence breaks out, the first to be unlucky are not only those with mechanical prosthetics, but also the fetuses in the artificial womb.
——The amniotic fluid that was originally at a normal temperature quickly heated up and turned into boiling water under the control of a maliciously hacked machine. Whether it was an embryo or a baby with a heartbeat that could be taken out, most of them were scalded alive, and only a few were rescued.
Those people will be left with burns all over their bodies.
No. 44 ran over, recalled the greetings taught by the teacher, lowered his head and bowed slightly: "Hello, sister, the teacher asked me to come, can you give me some seeds?"
"Okay, just wait a moment."
She quickly brought a bag of seeds and handed it to No. 44.
No. 44 reached out and took it. When he saw the bag full of seeds, he raised his head and smiled: "Thank you!"
The young woman in front of her originally wanted to smile back, but the moment she saw No. 44's face clearly, she seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, her eyes widened suddenly, and she even took a step back.
"You, you are..."
Before Jing Baiye could try to read and understand with his eyes, he suddenly heard No. 44. To be precise, it was his own voice back then.
"If it's cooked... it should be edible, right? The picture book says that eating cooked food is healthier..."