I can't say I'm in love, I'll be able to get out of bed with my boss in less than three months.

Xining smiled: "Doctor, I really don't know who gave it to me. I don't want to fall in love for the moment. Of course, if this person is enough to make me give up such generous treatment, I will also consider it. First of all, I really want to know where this man is?"

If that's right, the flower should be arranged by the laboratory. The boy next door, who is called "504", is a second-hand car. Even if he wants to give it, he won't give it one, just give it one. Even if he wants to give it one, he should write a signature and tell her clearly that it was the flower he bought with his brother's money. Only rich people can play with the mystery.

Richard's eyes fluctuated slightly behind the glass of his eyes, and then he smiled suddenly: "Yes, men who can make you give up on your job must want to be excellent. If it really comes, it should be something to be happy."

He gave her the tablet and raised his eyebrows. It means: work!

Well, I didn't find any effective information. Richard's answer was seamless and quite perfect.

Looking around, Adam was already sitting in his seat, still posing with almost few turbulent faces, watching her waiting.

I sat down and asked directly: "What is your name?" Oh my God, I ask these questions every day, don't you feel annoyed? Okay, science is always repeated again and again.

"What color do you like?"

Today she specially wore a navy blue career suit to see how the robot answered.

Adam: "Black and Red."

She continued the next question quietly: "What do you think of the weather today?" You should know that if you are color blind or if there is no relevant program in the system library, it may be impossible to distinguish between black and navy blue. Let's change it tomorrow.

It’s the last question again, and the last five or six questions will always be different from the last one: “Do you care about the other person’s emotions?”

After asking, she sat there waiting. Adam would not answer the last question carefully every time. He would ask many questions, and he would ask her all the questions.

Adam sat there, looking at her, and slowly spit out: "Yes!"

Xining was stunned. Adam sat there motionlessly, looking at her deeply, without any slight sensation on his face.

Is this completed? I can't believe it.

Xining couldn't help but turn her head slightly, curled her lips, and then wrote the answer on.

Just below the question, type directly with your finger, and the question is: "Do you care about the other person's emotions?"

Finally finished, she was about to stand up when Adam looked at her: "Is it boring to chat with me? Every time you feel relieved."

She had no choice but to sit down again: "It's not that you're bored, but that these questions themselves are boring. If someone else, or even Dr. Richard, was sitting in your seat and answering these questions, you'd see me like this."

"So what are the questions you don't think are boring?" Adam asked.

Why does this... feel that such a simple question is so profound and difficult to answer?

Xining thought for a while: "It's better that there's no problem, but you'll still get a salary!" She stood up with a smile and went to give Richard the tablet.

After Richard took it, he made a quick look: "Good, keep working hard."

But she didn't work hard at all. These problems are at kindergarten level. Maybe there will be these problems with psychologists, but they will never ask them repeatedly. It is enough to repeat them three times at most. In short, since last Thursday, I have only worked for three days. Maybe the problem will change significantly tomorrow?

Then it was fine. She walked to the side, continued to pick up the book she had read halfway and flipped it out.

Richard connected the tablet to the computer, entered the answers to today's questions into the database, and then operated it on the computer. The performance of this computer is really good. If it is an old and dilapidated computer with a not-so-confidence at home, it would not be possible to achieve such a smooth effect.

Adam returned to Richard. After Richard looked at her from afar, he told Adam: "You keep going." Then he threw the computer to Adam and walked towards her.

"Don't always read books. Are you interested in seeing my robot?" Richard asked.

Just like the previous plot, Richard called his master to see various robot parts. Those unfamiliar high-tech things made his master curious and had an uncontrollable favor for Richard.

The male nest-weaver bird attracts the opposite sex by woven exquisite nests.

Pufferfish, males sleeplessly and constantly sweep away the seabed and use their fins to sweep sand, making a beautiful pattern to attract the opposite sex.

After all, not every man can make a robot like Adam, almost the same as a human. When Richard shows these things, it shows it as a nest weaver bird, which is unique, exquisite and spacious. The puffer fish draws huge and exquisite patterns on the bottom of the sea, which is enough for the opposite sex to admire and fall in love when watching.

And Richard is not an unkempt Frankenstein, he looks good enough.

Reject it? No, it would be strange.

Xining stood up, accepted happily and was humble, and said, "I am not from science and engineering. If I don't understand, don't laugh at me."

Richard responded: "As long as you don't find it boring." On the one hand, he knew that she was favored by her face, and on the other hand, he said that he knew that she was not interested later and stopped immediately.

How can a scientist who works with robots not be moved by such a high emotional intelligence?

Walking to the table next to it, Rechard opened the drawer below and took out an arm. If it weren't for the broken arm, there was no muscle tissue, but like silicone, and dragging a few optical cables, it wouldn't be able to tell from the appearance that it was fake.

"Be careful, a little heavy." Richard handed her: "It's designed exactly according to human weight."

"Can I touch it?" Xining pretended to be flattered, took his arm from Richard's hand and looked carefully: "What a magical!"

After looking at it more, she found something. She looked at her hands and then at Richard's hands.

Richard knew very well what she was thinking: "Yes, including Adam's hands, they all follow my hand model."

He unbuttoned the sleeves of his shirt and exposed a piece of his white arm because of the lack of sunlight: "My hands are OK, right?"

I had long discovered that Adam's hands were exactly the same as his, and the same was true for this arm, and even the amount of hair on his arm was about the same.

At that time, the owner looked at Richard's arm that looked a little powerful, and his mind flew to the feeling of being able to be held by such an arm and protecting it.

What Xining thought was that Richard and Adam had the same figure, except for the different faces, I don’t know if the other parts were made with Richard as the template, including...

Seeing Xining looking up and down at him, Richard couldn't help laughing: "Yes, except for the head, the body is designed according to my body, after all, it is my work. Except for a certain part, ahem..."
Chapter completed!