I fell in love with Nana Hashimoto, an ordinary idol in this idol group. Not an ordinary love, but the kind that is hopeless and can give everything you have.
Because time is so long ago, I have forgotten how and when I fell in love with her. It seems that I have been in love with her for a long time, and it seems that I have seen her for thousands of years. But when I saw her, I was sure that I
Her lover is none other than her.
However, I know that my family status is only considered well-off, and I cannot touch such a moderately accomplished idol, so I just like other people who like idols, collect her information without disturbing her.
I wrote photos, collected her autographed photos, and collected everything I could about her. I would attend concerts, attend handshake events, and squat in front of the TV for hours just to see her appear.
A little snippet. My third aunt’s niece once pointed at her and praised her as “she’s from the TV” when I was watching TV. But only I knew in my heart that I was truly in love with her, not in love with her.
It’s not that I fell in love with a certain object, the so-called fictitious image of her in my heart, I really fell in love with the existence of Hashimoto Nanami.
I got my first personal computer. I started to learn editing and tuning, which gave me a more specific version of her. Of course, I didn’t need all the words she said to be uniquely mine, nor did I need
All her actions are full of my personal desires. She still lives her own life, interacts with other idols on variety shows, and appears in TV series that make people feel a little embarrassed; only this time, I am with her.
I was eating barbecue every day at a certain barbecue restaurant. Maybe I would accidentally touch the iron plate and burn it, and she would point at me and laugh, her eyes full of happiness.
Soon after, the Internet age came. While surfing the Internet, I met an account named Es. It was proved from many places that she was an extremely rebellious girl, and she was using some special
The method of helping those who are so-called "fantasy lovers" like me is of course paid. As for her gender, it is the result of my subjective guess. After all, everyone likes to fantasize about others into a more beautiful appearance.
"What do you want her to be?"
"What I don't want her to become."
"You don't even need her to like you? In other words, it doesn't matter to you what she does."
"Yes, because I love her."
Os was surprised by my idea and praised me as one of her most special users. She provided me with a piece of software that she described as "across the ages" for free. Using this software, any information condition and
Change the characters or objects in the picture to what you want. You can completely change a character in the movie to someone you like, or you can change the puppy in your arms in the photo to the rarest one in the world.
Animals. With the help of this software, all people and things in the information network can be Hashimoto Nami. I can use my own ideas to create countless Hashimotos with different personalities on different timelines.
Nainai.
She can even become a boy.
"I'm sorry, Miss Os, this doesn't meet my needs. The Hashimoto Nana that I modified based on my own thoughts is not the Hashimoto Nana that I love. This makes no sense to me. I like it.
After all, it is the Hashimoto Nanami that I cannot pursue but have been pursuing."
Os expressed surprise. She said this was the first time she encountered a user who rejected her. Others were willing to buy her off with all the wealth in the world, but I gave up on getting the most awesome software in the world for free.
Opportunity.
After that, Es and I had no further contact.
The ice melted, the economy was depressed, and the person I fell in love with suddenly left the public eye one day and became an ordinary person. The world was in despair, but I still loved Ms. Hashimoto Nanami as always.
The cruel reality makes people want and have to immerse themselves in the world of the Internet. There, I met many "comrades", and they are not the ones that Os helped to post their sexual objects on other people at will.
Face software users. Most of these people are a bit younger than me. They are probably young people who have just entered society but were immediately abandoned by society.
They are immersed in the online world and create their own world in the Internet. Those countless spaces are the crystallization of the whims in their minds.
"Sir, you love Ms. Hashimoto Nanami as much as we love this mirror."
I nodded without comment.
"The times are depressed, and the best thing to sell is dreams." On an ordinary day, a Dr. Os appeared, and with the extremely mature audition simulation technology and artificial intelligence technology, he brought virtual reality to the limit.
In order to weave their own dreams, people naturally gave her money gratefully; in contrast, the old forces tried their best to stop Dr. Os's behavior, guarding copyright, privacy, and protecting these things that were previously unavailable.
They create meaningful things.
The wall collapsed, the net fell apart, and the mirror, flowers, water, and moon also disappeared.
One day, while I was continuing to edit Hashimoto Nana's video, a group of people wearing black armors with stun guns rushed in. The leader stuffed the barrel of the gun into my mouth and ordered me not to do it again.
Similar behavior was carried out on the Internet. What he took out of his pocket were countless chips and countless dreams.
A chip was taken away from me, but that doesn't stop Nana Hashimoto and I from falling in love. What was taken away was just the tip of the iceberg of my resource library. I still have a lifetime to expand my resource library.
I cut off the Internet at home and stayed with her, as if we were in the only harbor left in the storm, sitting around the stove, like a real couple.
Then at some point, Dr. Os, the smartest woman in the world, figured out the trend of the times. From ancient times to the present, dictators have always faced the end of destruction; the will of the people was quickly destroyed.
The old forces and carriers are sailing towards the new world and new future.
During that time, people were enthusiastic and fanatical, like a symphony that was always at a climax. After people preserved their own survival resources, they began to make up their own dreams. Unlike Flowers Through the Looking Glass, in their world they were always
They are the masters, and the so-called emotions are just tools to interfere with them.
But I was unable to sleep due to the pain, and the hesitation and uneasiness penetrated into every fiber of my being. False and difficult-to-distinguish online information has filled the entire online world, and I can no longer pursue Nana Hashimoto.
I once tried to contact Es, but found that her most recent comment on that social account was decades ago.
With the development of the times, genetic modification technology has become readily available. Every time I browse Dr. Os on the Internet, I find that she still looks like a young woman, unchanged from when I first met her.
I was sinking, sinking, just like when I got up one morning and saw that the person next to my pillow had already stepped into the sea of people. I spent I don’t know how many years in a daze.
Until one ordinary day, when I was doing my usual online search for the name Hashimoto Nanami, a message suddenly popped up. The person talking in the video was Hashimoto Nanami’s closest companion when she was still an idol, exquisite
Her face and perfect facial features seemed to have not changed at all from a few decades ago. From her mouth, I heard the only real and reliable news I could get in recent decades - Hashimoto Nanami passed away.
I didn’t take so-called genetic drugs to regain my youth. And her death did not make me depressed. Instead, it rekindled the fire of love that was about to go out.
The next day, I received an invitation from Dr. Os, and I came to her company as promised. Even though I was old and aged, I stood with her, but I felt a strange and harmonious sense of coordination.
"I have spent my whole life trying to satisfy people like you... no, you." Dr. Os pointed at me. I couldn't figure out what the emotion was on her face, but she never seemed to have it.
Forgot me, "But in the end I still can't solve it."
Dr. Os showed me the database behind her, where the data of all humans who are obsessed with fantasy love is being calculated.
"I collect and arrange all these data, just like you did with Ms. Hashimoto Nami. One day, I will also be able to get the answer you want. After all, you are all only human beings." Dr. Os handed it to me.
A genetic modification agent that is exclusive to her can give her an almost infinite lifespan after drinking it. "Until then, just keep loving her."
I nodded and immediately swallowed the tube of reagent.
Time has passed like this, but the progress of the genetic revolution still cannot delay the fate of humankind. From environmental destruction to the regression of human behavioral capabilities, the earth that was once called the home planet of humans no longer favors them.
"Upload the data of your android companions to the cloud." Dr. Os announced the end of the human race in this sentence.
I haven't had an android companion over the years, although it would be easy to create a "Hashimoto Nanami" using my database.
I don’t want to upload any data about Hashimoto Nanami. I just try my best to keep these in my mind and let my mind go to another dimension with my pure love for her.
After that, all human thoughts were uploaded to the satellite host. Everyone can roam infinitely in the ocean of data. Since Hashimoto Nana is not sure that it is inevitable to use the Internet, among the countless data, there is also a
An AI based on all the data of Nana Hashimoto during her lifetime.
Of course, I never went to see her once.
Finally one day, all the storage hardware in the satellite host was reduced to ashes over time. Dr. Os announced that he would save the remaining data in a secret facility originally built on the earth for human civilization only.
The evidence existed, and I seemed to have been deliberately preserved in the last batch of data.
She seems to have figured it all out.
Before entering hibernation, Dr. Os specifically found me, and she placed in front of me the Hashimoto Nana, which she spent countless hours on.
"Are you satisfied?" she asked me.
"Who is this?" I smiled slightly and jumped into the bottom of the eternal sleep pool.
Maybe one day, a traveler in the vast universe discovered the planet Earth and found traces of human beings underground; or maybe countless years later, the new owner of the Earth got rid of human beings and headed towards a new era.
The future finds us as we move forward.
Maybe we will be liberated into a new world we can't even imagine.
And when they ask me about love, this is what I tell her.