The long sand dunes are endless.
This is the edge of the 14th Ring Road, a desert area where no grass grows.
The scenery here is very good, not the desert. Because if you are close enough to the edge, you will feel that your body is much clearer than usual, and you can see the endless sea of ​​stars spreading to the left and right, like a wide screen.
It’s a pity that the solar ring separation device cannot protect it here. And there are always solar storms that blow to the edges with cosmic radiation. Over time, the edges become desertified and nothing living is willing to stay here.
But there are always exceptions in everything.
In the same undulating sea of ​​sand, under the dunes in the shadows, a dilapidated RV is half-covered.
Xumpson is a sloppy appearance, a serious violent tendency, never mindless and naive inside, relying on a cheap plush doll named Evelyn.
But he dared to act. He neither gave up nor persisted when encountering problems. Instead, he beat the questioner to death first, which is the best way to solve the problem.
Based on the above points, the only police officers in the police station did not want to come to this ghost place even though they knew he had a problem. They did not want to cause radiation. Although the synthesized auxiliary police have been in use for a while, but... polished synthetic adults.
The skin is more troublesome than removing radiation from the body.
In the RV, rust stains formed into a thick layer. Cockroaches and insects crawled around everywhere, cigarette butts and bottles were piled up randomly like garbage dumps, and the toilet was not far from the head of the bed, and there were not only dirty urine and vomit inside.
Simpson lifted his pants, smeared his nose against the wall, walked towards the car door, and picked up a can of beer.
Wow
Kicking open the car door, the sand fell like a rainy curtain, he walked straight through and kicked the pergola next to the RV.
The folded pergola rose, and the rags supported the shade. Simpson sat on the lounge chair under the shade, narrowed his eyes and yawned comfortably, and bit his teeth viciously in case of ghosts stuffing dio into his mouth
inside.
No one can take advantage of him.
In front are undulating sand dunes, and in front are bleak under the false sunlight, the galaxy outside the edge.
...
Suzy didn't want to justify herself. She knew what she had done.
The police aircraft chased after him and walked through the streets dozens of meters away from the ground.
Passers-by looked up one after another.
Soon what happened here will spread throughout the 14th Ring Road.
Her name and photos will appear in the news.
She doesn't regret it.
Susie is the warehouse administrator of Feilin Machinery House. In the description of outsiders, she is a conservative, silent, and somewhat autistic woman.
Who else is better suited to keep a warehouse full of synthetics than a taciturn person?
Her job is to take care of the underground warehouse. Some employees came and opened the door. Some employees left and closed the door.
It's that simple, and there's no need to patrol.
What made her mind sprout was that one night after she got the job, the alarm was made in the warehouse. The staff guards came out of the room and ignored it and Susie, who was standing in the corridor, entered the warehouse.
A few minutes later, they tied up a male synth and took it out of the warehouse.
Suzy forgot what the Synthetic said. She only remembered that when they passed by, the Synthetic went from yelling fiercely to begging, until she finally cried in despair.
It's like a person who doesn't want to die is about to die.
The last employee locked the warehouse door and said to Suzy, who was obviously frightened, "Don't worry. It's not dead, it's just a different way of living."
He didn't lie to her. His body was still the same body, but the chip was replaced with a new one. As for the old one, it would be broken down and refined into raw materials.
After that, Suzy would often hear alarm bells, and would also see these guys appear during the day or at night, taking away a synthetic man with depression, indignation, or despair.
Forgot what day it started, Suzy would sneak into the warehouse when everyone was asleep and she certainly had the key.
The ceiling is dozens of meters high, and the shelves are also dozens of meters high.
Synthetics of different shapes sat quietly on the shelves, in the dim lights, and they seemed to be sleeping soundly with their eyes closed.
As a high-end customized synthesis enterprise, Feilin Machinery House rarely has completely consistent synthesisers. This means that there are at least tens of thousands of different synthesisers here, or even more.
On the first night, the scared Susie walked out a few dozen meters and then retreated. After more than ten days, she was able to visit half of the warehouse. Then she did not grow too big, and she walked too slowly.
.
Gradually, Susie met some synthetics who were closest to the warehouse gate.
She seemed to find fun, and she would come in every night, and after surfing a few shelves, she started chatting with them.
Only Suzy was talking, chatting in accent language.
Humans do this kind of thing to turn things into humans and into things.
Some executives and employees of the Machinery Floor quickly discovered Susie's actions. However, they did not show up to stop Susie. Part of this is because Susie is a warehouse administrator, and perhaps some are a little soft-hearted.
No one wants to see her die alone.
Soon, Suzy knew more and more synthesisers, but there would always be synthesis friends she had known for a long time, or had just met, and disappeared after she went to work at night.
They were sold out.
She didn't know what they would be treated next, so she clumsily looked it up with the vision.
The good news is that the federal government has a synthetic protection ordinance.
The bad news is that they are doomed to have protection equivalent to humans.
Gradually, Susie, who had stopped exploring and just wanted to make friends with adults, started to go deeper into the warehouse again.
One night, she saw a cardboard box on the shelf in the innermost corner of the warehouse. After hesitating to open it, there was a blond hair, a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl with blue eyes looking ahead without any light.
Susie was interested in inquiring about her and found out about her situation.
Strong Filming, the founder of Film Machinery, has a daughter who died prematurely. Although he later made a synthetic man who was exactly the same as his daughter and had a memory of lovesickness, he still died of excessive sadness.
Anna Feilin has been 79 years old since it was made. She is the oldest synthetic in this warehouse.
She is still here, neither destroyed nor sold, and is regarded as the only kindness of this group of capital.
After that, Susie came back to see her every night to help her remove the dust from her body for nearly a hundred years, like a family member.
One day, she suddenly wanted to take Anna Feilin away. Really take care of her, not a synthetic person who turned off energy.
The management attached great importance to Susie's demands, and after the meeting, decided that she was no longer suitable for this job.
Susie learned the news in advance.
That night, she entered the warehouse for the last time and came to Annafilin's cardboard box.
The little girl with blue eyes looked up at her.
Chapter completed!