Chapter 135: ... the **** thing

In recent years, Lin Jingheng has been particularly guilty of being guilty of being incarcerated in the space prison for fourteen years. Only Dr. Harden, a veteran in his life, has to listen to him in a humble sense of chattering about the illusory interstellar society. Great improvement, but when he heard Zhan Lu talked about the "injection of biochip", he still couldn't hold back the fire.
"What did you say?" Lin Jingheng yanked his wrist outward without pulling it out. Instead, his wrist was tightened tighter. Lu Bixing's fingers were like a shackle, or a serious violation of the "Prisoners' Human Rights Law" Hard and cold, tight enough to cause bone pain, this kind of hand strength is like a testimony. Lin Jingheng became more and more angry, "Asshole!"
At this moment, as if he was aware of the movement he was about to break free from, Lu Bixing's breathing was obviously quick, and the whole man painfully wanted to curl up, and his forehead hit the medical cabin.
Lin Jingheng was startled, and his anger was suddenly extinguished by nervousness: "What's wrong with him?"
"It's okay, the sequelae of Soothing Agent No. 6," Zhan Lu replied, "Soothing Agent No. 6 will cause brain wave disturbances within a certain period of time. This is a normal phenomenon. Patients show low sleep quality, easily wake up, and interact with the outside world while asleep Powerful, occasionally sleepwalking. "
Lin Jingheng ridiculed unreasonably: "Your soothing agents have evolved to number six, why are the side effects greater than the original?"
"First of all, soothing agent No. 6 is a by-product of other medicines, not an upgraded version of a product, and there are not many practical applications. Second, it does solve the problem of immediate strong muscle twitches. In emergency situations, it greatly increases Safety factor for mech pilots, and ... "
Lin Jingheng impatiently heard him recite the instructions for the medicine, interrupting Zhan Lu: "Tell me what to do."
"No action is required," Zhan Lu said, "you keep quiet and restrain, try not to stimulate him."
Lin Jingheng froze, sat down gently at the edge of the medical cabin, slowed his breathing, and then with a little distraction, he sighed wearily: "What's your use, why not stop him? "
"At that time, my autonomy was disabled. After the self-service authority was restored, due to the lack of relevant information, I could not accurately judge the risk of removing the chip, and it was not recommended to force it out." Zhan Lu justified himself, " But after my autonomy was restored, I stopped a series of processes against President Lu's irrational behavior, and the success rate was close to 100%. "
Lin Jingheng raised his eyelids and glanced at the small manipulator. This manipulator is purely imitation. I don't know which part is not in the right proportion. Looking a little awkward, frowning and frowning, he gave him a little face: "For example? "
Zhan Lu: "For example, he tried to clone you with one of your hair."
Lin Jingheng: "..."
Zhan Lu reminded him, "We just discussed it, you need to be quiet and restrained."
But artificial intelligence is not so understanding, unexpected. After listening to this, Lin Jingheng's reaction was not intense. He even made a daze for a while, then looked down at Lu Bixing in the medical cabin—the appearance was almost nothing. Change, for a person under a hundred years old, as long as the young body is slightly adjusted in the medical cabin, it is not difficult to maintain the same image, and as the chief of the eighth galaxy, he also needs to show a good state at all times.
Lin Jingheng looked at this unchanged face, and there was a slight illusion, as if he said goodbye to Lu Bixing and went to the junction of the seven or eight galaxies on the same day 16 years ago--
That day, the galaxy city wind and sunny day, he was holding a coat in one hand and white gloves on his hands, and said vaguely to Lu Bixing, "Leave."
Lu Bixing just came over and held him from behind him, like a bear owed by a child, using various small actions to disrupt the obstacles, just not let him go clean: "Let's make a bet, I bet you won't Hurry and go back. "
"No gambling," Lin Jingheng said, "My opinion is the same as you ... I just dressed well, don't make a mess!"
Lu Bixing sighed: "General EQ, are you not motivated in this respect? If you don't grow up like this, you must be destined to grow old alone-I'll teach you the right way, you say to me, baby, I bet tomorrow the eighth sun will rise from the east side of the star. '"
Lin Jingheng didn't cooperate: "Thank you, no need, I'm not sick-you straightened your tongue and talked."
"I'll answer you right away," Okay, I'll bet with you, I bet on the west "," Lu Bixing skilfully ignored his incomprehensible style, facing Lin Jingheng's contemptuous look of "you're full". Without changing the color, "So I can lose myself to you."
Lin Jingheng: "..."
"I bet you won't go back quickly. If I win, if you don't go home in a few days, you will have to lose to me for a few days. You will have to do whatever I ask you to do, such as not wearing a coat at home ... 在家."
Lin Jingheng couldn't help laughing and crying, so he had to chop him over, blocking his mouth severely, maybe he wanted to knot his tongue, and then uttered the phrase "Little bunny, shameless" , With a little smile on his brows grow up.
The memory smashed into pieces and smashed into the face of the person in front of him. Lin Jingheng's ghost stretched out his hand and wiped it gently on Lu Bixing's face, as if he wanted to wipe off the haze from it.
"I didn't have this before," he thought.
Suddenly, his thoughts on the road were gone, and Lin Jingheng even raised a bit of inexplicable anger in his heart. He thought that so many people in the ghost place of the eighth galaxy had their sexual orientation changed overnight. Are women blind? After all these years, hasn't anyone been there to accompany him? Even if he refuses and he does not want to, no one has the patience to pursue a few more years? For sixteen years, has anyone been able to warm up a frozen snake?
Lin Jingheng said to Zhan Lu with an unheard of voice: "What did you do when he blew up his incubator?"
Zhanlu always said rationally: "The use of technical means to copy human beings is prohibited in any legal system and has touched the moral bottom line. A copying person cannot replace the real you, and cloning is a separate individual. In addition to this, there will be many ethical problems in doing so. There are enough cases in history. Statistics show that instead of helping him comfort, it will cause more and more difficult psychological problems. "
Who doesn't understand this?
But people are walking in the difficult purgatory, just to continue to survive, they have to do their best, occasionally see a little light, often follow the subconsciously, carrying a dangerous hope, where can I judge whether it is starlight or ghost fire ?
The road is always getting darker and darker, and the swamp is getting deeper and deeper.
Until destruction.
"Zhan Lu," Lin Jingheng asked, "Can you give me an analysis from your historical data and tell me, how should I face him when he wakes up?"
Zhan Lu did n’t hear him saying that he was just a confused self-talk, and went to help him search for a case. In artificial intelligence, the job is really no matter whether it is expensive or not, no matter whether he is the first machine in the league. A nuclear, or a life consultant, he is very serious: "Sir, research shows that long-term memory of people will be affected by emotions, often untrue, and the person in your memory has always been changing, two deviations , Will lead people farther and farther, so after a long break up, you will always find that the stranger partner becomes difficult to get along-no matter whether the cause of the breakup is a broken relationship or an unexpected departure, so I think you need to be patient and go Meet people now and try not to refer to too much of the past. "
The weird little manipulator spoke seriously, as if it contained a wise human soul.
"But I think that in the state of President Lu, I'm afraid it will be difficult to do this rationally and methodically," said Zhan Lu. "You know, whether it is positive or negative stimulation, once it is too strong, it is harmful. "
Lin Jingheng snorted and leaned his head on the medical cabin.
The shoulders of the eight galaxies were once pressed on his shoulders, as heavy as a mountain. After numerous fleshy skins, he pressed out a pair of iron-forged arms. Now, he wants to use this arm to carry a fluttering person, but it seems Harder than ever, frightened.
Until they successfully landed on the Star, Lu Bixing did not wake up. It did n’t seem to match the "bad quality of sleep" described by Zhan Lu, but there was no hint in the medical cabin, as if he was just too tired to sleep. head.
Fortunately, Turan had long expected that the general manager would drop the chain and came forward on his own initiative to arrange all the follow-up matters, large and small.
Lin Jingheng walked through the special passage, and directly connected to the medical cabin to bring Lu Bixing home—the home of General Lin and Engineer 001.
The deserted walking robot is gone. There are several modest gardening robots at the door. The lawn is being refined, and the plants are neatly and delicately built. It seems to have been moved from the "Classic Private Garden Design Encyclopedia". Shares a standard and rigid aesthetic.
The house was repainted once, and its appearance was gray and white, very stable, and consistent with the surrounding neighbors. At that time, this residential area supporting the Galaxy City Base had become the core area of ​​power of the eighth galaxy. It was too lively and noisy. Out of date.
Only the house number remains.
Although the immortal flower next to the wooden sign will not wither, but it has faded, the wooden sign is very wet in the rainy season, and some moss has risen, becoming mottled.
The furnishings in the room were also changed, but the deformable sofa was still in place, the attic was locked, and a golden python probe protruded out of his head, feeling the stranger's breath, and scared himself to drill back into the incubator.
Lin Jingheng remembers that Lu Bixing is a very lazy and lazy person in his life. He never folds a quilt. He always runs halfway to find his own things, but it is unexpected. He has lived alone for many years and his family is not messy. The few pets brought by Zhanlu were a little bit exceptional, and even quite neat.
The small robot that cleaned regularly cleaned the furniture spotlessly. Maybe Lu Bixing walked in the wormhole for more than a month. As soon as the door was opened, a cold breath came to his face, and he couldn't feel popularity.
The robot Zhan Lu merged into the wall, and the sound sounded throughout the house: "The principal Lu sleeps in the study, so the bedroom is locked."
Lin Jingheng reached out and pushed, and the door lock was automatically verified to pass his identity. The wooden door opened to the inside—it was like opening a secret room. The temperature and humidity were very old and unadjusted. Ca n’t break up, a
person
leaned back on him, propped his head, and sat on the rocking chair at the bedside. Lin Jingheng took a moment to find out that it was a 3D printed waiting figure ... It was he himself, his face just waking up He looked down, unfocused, he couldn't remember when Lu Bixing had sneaked a shot.
The electronic butler Zhanlu efficiently dispelled the cold and cold breath in the room and automatically cleaned the room. Within five minutes, it was warm and livable. Lin Jingheng carefully took Lu Bixing out of the medical cabin and put it on the bed. A soft, almost planted into the soft pillow with the sleeping person.
He was like the Phoebe Petes who fell in Athens. [Note] He finally reached the end, exhausted, and couldn't even get a bit of energy to wonder what the eighth galaxy looks like now.
Where will the eighth galaxy go in the future? Where should the alliance that achieved the false peace go? What exactly does Lin crazy want to do? How does the Silver Ten Guards arrange ...
All these events related to the national economy and the people ’s livelihood were cleared from his brain. His mind was empty and pale, and he soon lost consciousness, but the chaos of dreams whistled like past life and this life, disturbing him to wake up once and sleep It's not stable.
Lu Bixing was suddenly awakened an hour later-that was the time he usually prepared for work.
He seemed to be intimidated by something. He sat up sharply without opening his eyes, looked around with stunned eyes, suddenly fell on the corner of the bed, immediately held his breath, and opened his mouth as if to call "Lin", but only Lip shape, no sound.
He sat stiffly for a moment and tempted to put his hand on Lin Jingheng's neck. Unlike the coldness of 3D printed materials, this is really warm skin and he can feel the constant pulse.
Lu Bixing closed his eyes, his shoulders collapsed instantly, his chin almost hit his own chest, and then Lin Jingheng was taken down by his hand, dragged him over, grabbed him severely, and heard the man He couldn't hold back a violent gasp, and slapped him on the back, slamming, and Lin Jingheng couldn't breathe, he just wanted to press this person on his leg and stink.
Lu Bixing's body stunned and finally called his name. It was thin and trembling at the end: "Lin ..."
"... shit."
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