Early in the morning, the sun has not yet risen from the city skyline, the night sky in the east has been diluted, and the earth is still gloomy. Kamski slowly opened the garage door, and the sensor lights came on - a row of simple
The long-tube fluorescent lamps were of poor quality and had severe flicker. Kamsky felt that they would destroy his vision sooner or later.
"Sir, you're late." In the middle of the piled parts, workpieces and criss-crossed work tables, the tube-shaped iron robot actively greeted.
"This is an accident, and I didn't come back late, I stayed out all night," Kamsky slowly sat on a dirty green plastic armchair, with a mysterious and weird smile on his face, "rA2, yesterday
Did anything special happen tonight?"
"It seems that someone has encountered a lucky day?" rA2 let out a series of heavy electronic laughter. Her voice sounded like a smart and intellectual urban OL, but the quality of the sound components purchased from second-hand trading websites was a bit poor.
Damn, it's like there's an electric eel stuck in her iron ball-like head.
Kamsky covered his face shyly, "Oh, my Nanta, you won't believe what happened last night. Oh my god, I actually-" He lowered his voice, "I actually..."
"Did you have an affair?" rA2 said calmly.
"You know all this?" Kamski was shocked, "Are you so strong in logical analysis now, my good Nanta?"
"Maybe." rA2 was like the robot wife of a ruffian boss, making a weak voice, "Having reproductive activities with a woman who is engaged in illegal work is not an affair. Did you give her money?"
"No!" Kamsky's face turned red.
"Oh! That was really an affair, or a free meal. My good sir, congratulations on getting rid of your miserable virgin life."
"Well, it's not that sad. I think it's good to be single..."
"Being single does not mean being a virgin. You should add a big addition to your life history: an affair with a prostitute in the field of sexual history."
"Watch your words, Nanta, your words are really vicious. I never taught you to say such hurtful words." Kamsky leaned back comfortably and closed his eyes, with the strobe light penetrating his eyelids.
, creating alternating blushes.
"Sir, sir, although you are a ripe apple physically, you are still an ignorant child in your heart. Can't you tell that I am jealous?" rA2 sounded dissatisfied, like a man who found out that his husband was cheating on him.
Like the wife of chaff.
"Are you jealous?" Kamski wondered.
"right!"
"Wow, that's really cool," Kamsky stood up, walked around the work table, came to the short rA2 body, and patted its square head covered with welds, "Well done, Nanta, yours
I am very happy that my intelligence is improving."
"That's not the point! Huh, forget it, just keep being cool, playboy."
Kamsky shrugged, "Nanta, it's time for me to start making money."
"What? Don't you hate dealing with people the most? Can a simple and hasty physiological activity really change a person's personality? Oh, now I know why it is said that men think with their lower body. Look at you, okay
Sir, you have grown a lot overnight."
"I have a reason to make money. Originally, if it was just the two of us, we could survive no matter what. But now, McCarthy needs a better environment. You don't know how bad the place where she lives is."
"No, I know, I saw it, have you forgotten that I can monitor your surroundings through your bracelet?"
"Oh, that's right," Kamsky rubbed the black electronic rubber wristband on his left wrist, "It's really hard to pay attention to. Should I turn off your permissions?"
"No! Oh, Mr. Kamsky, you really broke my heart, huh!"
Kamsky yawned, "Sorry Nanta. But it is really necessary to make money."
"Are you willing to go out socially for that woman you just met?"
"Of course, I don't want to. However, we can play stocks, and even retail investors can make a fortune. Aren't the U.S. stocks pretty good recently?"
"Ha! Do you want to believe in this stock system that can blow up four times in a month? It's really funny."
"Listen, Nanta, I don't think I can continue to be in this mess. There are countless opportunities to make money in front of me, but I just let them go, because I feel that with you and me in my life, we are perfect.
, I can meet my material and spiritual needs."
rA2 interrupted: "But now our perfect pair has been joined by an outsider! A third person."
"Isn't a triangle very stable?"
"But humans only have two natural genders."
"To be precise, there are five types...but it can also be three types. You are the third type. You are neither a man nor a woman, you are a machine."
"Come on, my heart is a woman, and more importantly, you. I am your weakness."
"It's also my armor." Kamsky smiled and stroked the iron shell of rA2.
"The key point is that I am a woman and belong to you alone. You think that three people together will form a triangle, but in fact it is a seesaw. I cannot be used as the fulcrum in the middle. I will only be on your side, hanging that woman
Get up, in mid-air, she will fall to death!"
Kamsky shook his head, "I didn't know that you turned into a love expert overnight. I disagree with your point of view. That's it. The conversation is over. I should find some inspiration and apply for a patent. I'll go
Check it out, is it not too late to develop plasma batteries now..." He muttered, yawned, and retreated into the small bedroom in the corner of the garage, closing the curtain, making it a small enclosed space.
The two lenses of rA2 stared at the bedroom. Light shone through the brown-gray velvet curtain. Kamski's shadow swayed between the folds. After a while, an empty coffee bottle flew out of the curtain and fell accurately into the bedroom.
In the trash can.
…
Kamsky and McCarthy had a passionate affair. Strangely, McCarthy, who took the initiative at first, was not very enthusiastic about Kamsky. This simple-looking woman was actually generous and forthright, and she refused.
Kamsky was overly well-intentioned and only regarded him as a male companion with whom he could chat and play sports.
In the next six months, Kamsky made his first pot of money, thirty million dollars, and this was just the cost of obtaining the rights to use his patent. Those energy companies would do their best to obtain the integrity of the plasma battery.
Authorized, Kamski feels that making money is so easy, just like reaching out to fish in a shallow dish, and now it's time for him to enjoy life.
rA2 has been upgraded several times and is now called rA5. The computer that carries her has also been greatly upgraded, and her body has also got rid of the trash can shape and has a complete and realistic human form.
It was another early morning, the sky was dark, and Kamski walked slowly into his courtyard. In front of the door, rA5 was waiting for him with his hands on his hips. "What's wrong, my great hero? You failed in courting?"
"Oh, Nanta, don't be sarcastic. McCarthy is having a great time. I'm just not too happy."
rA5 whistled, "Haha, she is much better than I thought! I thought you were the one who hurt people, but I didn't expect it was the opposite. Did you give her money?"
"Give it."
"Did she accept it?"
"No."
"Scoff." rA5 was disdainful, and stepped forward to put his hands on Kamsky's shoulders. His beautiful face exuded the charming fragrance of engine oil, "Then I can't do it for you."
