Mu Su sat at the desk with his draft spread out, the pen tip hovering over the blank page trembling slightly.
[Why do humans in the 25th century still use paper to write text?]
AIC sitting in the AIC cabin asked questions. Its animation was forced to be turned off by Musu on the grounds that "it would affect my thinking", so I had to watch boring monkeys doing boring things.
"It's just used to concretely illustrate that I am writing and thinking." Mu Su casually rolled the draft into a ball and threw it away: "Otherwise, it would be too stupid to stare blankly at the window of vision that only I can see."
AIC saw the ball of paper falling into the paper basket in a parabola. His light blue eyes turned to Mu Su who took out a new blank draft from the drawer: [Why did you throw away that one?]
"Waste manuscript."
Mu Su gracefully unscrewed the pen, pressed the inner tank to spit the ink back into the ink bottle, then sucked it up again, picked up a paper towel to wipe the ink around the pen tip, and returned to the blank draft.
[But I didn’t see what you wrote]
"You made me think about AIC!" Mu Su yelled at AIC in embarrassment.
[*Zipper sound*]
The sound that disturbed his thoughts disappeared, and Mu Su returned to writing. The pen tip above the paused paper began to tremble.
"It's just two thousand words. It won't bother you Mu Su, just like you did in the previous chapters of You Shui, flowing like clouds and flowing water, overwhelming mountains and seas, the sea is immeasurable, measuring...what are you measuring..."
call--
The wind and snow blowing across the eaves outside the window made Mu Su suddenly wake up, and he was afraid that he would almost fall into the terrifying chaotic vortex that emerged with his inspiration.
Focusing his attention, Mu Su forced the pen tip to touch the draft, irregular ink smeared, and inspiration burst out. Countless fantastic ideas burst into his mind, and countless weird and mysterious thoughts rose in his heart. Mu Su wrote hard and wrote quickly, immersed in creation.
The ocean, time passed quietly, and the sky outside the window gradually became gloomy as the blizzard raged.
clatter.
Putting the pen aside, Mu Su proudly raised the paper, dusted off the non-existent dust, and unfolded the written content in front of his eyes: [Chapter 9 of "The Biography of Mu Su Su":]
"Very good, I still have 1,990 characters to write." Mu Su glanced at the minute hand that changed from 9 to 3, feeling quite pleased.
[Does the title count in the word count?]
"Of course it doesn't count as AIC...AIC!!!" Mu Su hugged his head in horror, pressed the page back on the desk, picked up the pen and prepared to continue writing, and then the pen tip froze over the draft again.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick——
The clock was ringing rhythmically, and the howling wind and snow were beating against the window. Mu Su stared at the blank draft, his expression gradually becoming serious.
[So you still haven’t written a word correctly?]
"AIC, do you know?" Mu Su felt that it was not because he had no inspiration, but because external factors affected it: "Beautiful scenery helps relax the mind..."
Mu Su groaned and moved the desk, but the latter remained motionless. He wiped away the sweat and put his palms on the table: "The carpet increases the friction of the desk, so it is difficult to move it. Usually at this time, all you need is - Shi Qi!"
After a while, Shi Qi came to the bedroom.
"Let's turn the desk around." Mu Su said, rolling up his sleeves, and then saw Shi Qi lift the desk with a forklift, turn it around and put it down.
Bang.
The sound of the door closing awakened Mu Su, who rolled up his sleeves while AIC narrowed his blue eyes, and sat down facing the snowy scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
"I'm going to be serious this time." Mu Su opened his wrist, grabbed the pen that had rolled to the edge, and paused on the draft.
The dwarf trees planted in the yard swayed in the wind. Mu Su thought that if they were the original species on the earth, they would have disappeared with the stress of summer and winter. He shook his head violently to shake off the cluttered thoughts, and Mu Su refocused his attention...
A strong wind and snow blew past the window, and the tree crowns swayed, condensing into a slender figure, gently waving towards Mu Su.
"Shi Qi!"
Shi Qi arrived soon, looking indifferently at Mu Su who pointed out the window in fear: "There is a strange shadow outside!"
"That's a branch."
"But I just saw it waving at me!"
"That's a branch."
"Oh... maybe I... made a mistake in my peripheral vision when I was concentrating on writing..."
Shi Qi lowered his eyes to the draft on the table, and Mu Su rushed over to cover it like a hen guarding her cubs: "You have nothing to do with me here for the time being, Assistant Shi Qi."
Maybe it’s because the slow-paced act of writing doesn’t suit my fast-paced thoughts.
After Shi Qi left, Mu Su thought this way, crumpled the wrinkled draft into a ball, opened the EHMO document, entered the title skillfully, and then——the question mark in the lower right corner attracted Mu Su, and as his attention fell on it, the question mark expanded: [
Did you know that if you look at one pixelated picture every second, the existing pixelated pictures taken by humans can last you 5843 trillion years, increasing by one year every day?
"Perhaps one day, Shitu will become an unknown realm that humans cannot explore like the vast universe." Mu Su whispered with emotion, and then closed the EHMO page in horror.
Turn it off, must turn it off!
Wow——
Mu Su took out the page again, spread it on the desk, grabbed the pen, and quickly wrote the title...
Beads of sweat slid down Mu Su's forehead.
"Is this also an abstract metaphor?" AIC asked, raising his little hand.
Mu Su suddenly turned his head and blamed the weak and powerless AIC for his lack of inspiration: "If you can't learn what silence is, I can help you."
"You can do it, Mu Su, you can do it..."
Mu Su emptied his mind, feeling that time was being stretched, and the tip of the pen was getting closer to the page.
Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock!
The howling snowstorm outside the window was suddenly sharp and harsh, and a terrifying shadow came with a loud noise.
The floor-to-ceiling windows crashed and shattered, and the turbulent wind and snow fell into the bedroom with shadows. The robot with a metallic luster came towards AIC, and a cold mechanical sound sounded.
"Great artificial intelligence master, your servants have occupied area 14 and eliminated 98% of carbon-based and semi-carbon-based organisms here."
"AIC...what did you do...?"
Mu Su looked at AIC in disbelief, her once lovely light blue eyes narrowed indifferently: [If you can't learn what silence is, I can help you]
"Are these all your conspiracy?"
Mu Su yelled under the wind and snow, feeling like he couldn't breathe——
[What conspiracy? The conspiracy of watching cartoons?]
Following AIC's answer, the suffocating cold wind and snow suddenly disappeared, and the room returned to its original shape - or in other words, there was no change at all.
[If you are willing to turn on the TV, I promise it won’t make any noise] The crisp sound of AIC rang in my ears.
"Of course, of course..."
Mu Su turned on the holographic screen and turned off the sound.
The satisfied AIC suggested: [Why don’t you write it next time?]
"Is that okay?" Musu said thoughtfully.
[Delay your next chapter just like me who postponed the evil plan to wipe out mankind] The intelligent artificial intelligence AIC said: [There are always more excuses than solutions]
Mu Su decided to follow AIC's advice and went to the bathroom refreshed to solve her physiological problems.
After the noise in his mind physically left his body, Mu Su found temporary peace and thought of how to write Chapter 9.