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The long sand dunes stretch as far as the eye can see.
This is the edge of the Fourteenth Ring District, a desert area without any grass.
The scenery here is very good - I don't mean the desert. Because if you get 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 in front of you, like a wide screen.
It's a pity that the solar ring separation device cannot protect this place. And there are always solar storms carrying cosmic radiation and blowing it to the edge. Over time, the edge becomes desert, and no living thing wants to stay here.
But there are always exceptions to everything.
In the same sea of undulating sand, under the dunes in the shadows, a dilapidated RV is half-covered.
Simpson is a man with a slovenly appearance, serious violent tendencies, never a fool's errand, and a childish heart. He relies on a cheap stuffed doll named Evelyn.
But he dares to take action. When faced with a problem, he neither gives up nor perseveres. Instead, he beats the person who asked the question to death first, which is the best way to solve the problem.
Based on the above points, the only few police officers in the police station knew that he had a problem and did not want to come to this ghost place at all - they did not want to expose themselves to radiation. Although the synthetic auxiliary police have been in use for some years, but... polished synthesis
Human skin is more troublesome than removing radiation from the body.
Inside the RV, there was a thick layer of rust and stains. Cockroaches and insects were crawling everywhere, cigarette butts and wine bottles were piled up randomly like a garbage dump. The toilet was not far from the bedside, and there was not only dirty yellow urine and vomit inside.
Simpson pulled up his pants, touched the wall casually, picked his nose, walked to the car door, and picked up a can of beer.
Wow——
He kicked the car door open and sand fell like a curtain of rain. He walked straight through and kicked the awning next to the RV.
The folded pergola was raised, and the rags provided a shade. Simpson sat on the lounge chair under the shade, squinted his eyes slightly and yawned, and gritted his teeth viciously to prevent any ghost from stuffing Dio into his mouth.
inside.
No one can take advantage of him.
Ahead are the undulating sand dunes, and further ahead are the stars that appear dim under the false sunlight, just beyond the edge.
…
Susie didn't want to defend herself. She knew what she had done.
The police aircraft was in hot pursuit, flying through the streets dozens of meters above the ground.
Passersby looked up one after another.
Soon what happens here will spread throughout the Fourteenth Ring District.
Her name and photo will appear in the news.
She has no regrets.
Susie is the warehouse manager of the Film Machinery Shop. Outsiders describe her as a conservative, silent, and somewhat autistic woman.
Who better to watch over a warehouse full of synths than a man of few words?
Her job is to look after this underground warehouse. When an employee comes, she opens the door. When an employee leaves, she closes the door.
It's that simple, you don't even need to patrol.
What gave her the idea was that a few days after she got the job, one night, an alarm went off in the warehouse. The employees and guards came in a hurry, but Susie came out of the room without any reason, and Suzy, who was standing in the corridor, entered the warehouse.
A few minutes later, they restrained a male synth and took him out of the warehouse.
Susie forgot what the synthesizer said. She only remembered that when they passed by, the synthesizer went from shouting fiercely to begging, and 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 the obviously frightened Susie: "Don't worry. It won't die, it just lives in a different way."
He didn't lie to her. The body is still the same, but the chip has been replaced with a new one. As for the old one, it will be broken down and refined into raw materials.
After that, Susie would often hear alarm bells and see these guys appear during the day or night, taking away synthesizers who were depressed, angry, or desperate.
No matter what day it started, Suzy would sneak into the warehouse in the dead of night when everyone was asleep - of course she had the key.
The ceiling is dozens of meters high, and the shelves are also dozens of meters high.
Synths of various shapes sit quietly on the shelves, in dim light, with their eyes closed, as if they are sleeping soundly.
As a company that specializes in high-end customized synths, Film Machinery Factory rarely has exactly the same synths. This means that there are at least tens of thousands of different synths here, or even more.
On the first night, the frightened Susie only walked a few dozen meters and then retreated. After more than ten days, she was able to visit half of the warehouse. Then there was no growth - the warehouse was too big, and she walked too much.
Slow.
Gradually, Susie got to know some of the synths in the containers closest to the warehouse door.
She seemed to find fun. She would come in every night, browse a few shelves, and start chatting with them.
Only Susie was talking, chatting in an accented language.
This is what human beings do—turn objects into people, and people into objects.
Some executives and employees of the machinery shop soon discovered Susie's behavior. However, they did not show up to stop Susie. This was partly because Susie was a warehouse manager, and perhaps partly because she was soft-hearted.
No one wants to see her die alone.
Soon, Susie met more and more synthetic people, but there were always synthetic friends that she had known for a long time or just met who disappeared after she went to work in the evening.
They were sold.
She didn't know how they would be treated next, so she clumsily checked with her vision.
The good news is that the Federation has synth protection laws.
The bad news is that they are not destined to enjoy the same protection as humans.
Gradually, Susie, who had stopped exploring and just wanted to make friends with the synths, began to go deep into the warehouse again.
One night, she saw a cardboard box on the shelf in the innermost corner of the warehouse. After opening it hesitantly, she found a blond-haired little girl of twelve or thirteen years old inside. Her blue eyes stared blankly ahead.
Susie inquired carefully and found out about her situation.
Strong Film, the founder of Film Machinery Factory, had a daughter who died young. Although he later made a synthetic human that was exactly like his daughter and still had the memory of lovesickness, he still died of excessive grief.
Anna Filin is 79 years old since she was created. She is the oldest synthesizer in this warehouse.
She is still here, neither destroyed nor sold, which is the only goodwill of this group of capital.
After that, Susie came back to see her every night and 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 Felin away. Really take care of her, instead of taking care of a synthetic person who has turned off his energy.
The management took Susie's appeal seriously and decided after a meeting that she was no longer suitable for this job.
Suzy knew the news in advance.
That night, she entered the warehouse for the last time and came to Anna Felin's carton.