"For us operators, robots are our close comrades. Without them, our dreams will not continue."
After that, Weslin looked at Stephen and said: "Mr. Stephen, do you know how many people's efforts and efforts are behind a robot?"
Stephen looked into Weslin's eyes silently and found that his eyes began to change.
"From design to actual combat, this robot requires not only designers and operators, but also mechanics to deal with post-battle damage, as well as team resources to be able to finish every game. It is the hard work of many people behind the scenes.
Results come from hard work.”
"So, a robot is not only a comrade-in-arms of the operator, but also a comrade-in-arms of the entire team. Every part used on it represents the team's hope of winning."
"When we encounter a strong opponent, perhaps because of some minor differences in parts, we can change the situation and obtain different results."
Then Weslin looked at the operator of the ejection robot in the ring again, "The robot of the contestant just now has a very subtle design, and it can reach the winning end of this competition. Although its external armor is not very strong.
, but the tight internal cushioning and motor protection are well done.”
"If his motor hadn't been protected by a good material armor just now, it would have been completely destroyed and it wouldn't have survived to the end."
"And the reason why I value the depleted uranium armor in your hand so much is because it is rare and is an absolute combat weapon for us. Instead of letting it rust slowly in the warehouse, why not use it in another way?
Will this form continue?"
"If it is installed on a fighting robot, not only us, but also other team members can use this armor, it will be a meaningful thing for us. A good thing is buried, which in itself is a
Cruel thing. Although he is no longer needed in the military, he can still shine in other places and help people in need continue to pursue their dreams."
"Continue the dream..." Stephen frowned, chewing over and over what Weslin just said.
At this moment, after Stephen saw the game just now, he did have some new ideas in his mind.
Although my father and I liked that piece of armor and wanted to keep it as a souvenir, we just kept it in the warehouse. In fact, it was no different from throwing it away.
But if it can really be used where it should be used, wouldn’t it be considered the best destination?
If we are that piece of armor now, do we want to be immersed in darkness forever, or do we want to shine where it is needed?
In fact, the solution to this matter is not difficult. As long as you can think about it from another's perspective, you can find the answer.
"Mr. Stephen." Weslin continued: "I believe that not only people, but everything has his soul. Just like you."
"Like me?"
"Yes, although I don't know much about your disease, I feel that its primary diagnosis should be closely related to your life. I don't know what kind of life you have experienced in the past, but in the future life, you
But you can choose for yourself. I'm not a psychology expert, so I don't know how to help you. But I know that if you keep suppressing yourself, it may end up being worse."
"So, you want me to release my nature? Accept another guy in my body?"
"Mr. Stephen, isn't the other guy also you? The primary election of another soul is always to make up for a certain experience in our hearts. The thought of rejection may worsen, so it is better to set a goal for yourself.
Try to accept him. Accept your different self, and maybe you won't be so painful."
After hearing this, Stephen shook his head and smiled, "It's so easy for me to accept someone who is completely different from me."
"Some things have to be tried before you know it. If Mr. Stephen feels that his daily life is bleak and hopeless, it is better to live in a different way. Just like us players, as long as we can continue to fight in this arena,
Until we stand at the highest point, this is our goal. Once we have a goal, life will become richer."
These words immediately reminded Stephen of his past life, which was almost like a zombie.
Every day, apart from the factory, I hide myself at home, without any social interaction except work.
He has been suppressing the other self in his heart, but the more he suppresses it, the more he can feel the other person's resistance.
Gradually, he lost hope and just lived in daily suffering.
He never thought about communicating with another person in his body, so he tore his soul into pieces.
If you really do what Weslin said, give yourself a goal and try to accept and understand that guy, will you be better than you are now?
In fact, Mr. Stephen's treating physician also mentioned this.
It's just that he is stubborn and has no intention of giving the other guy in his body a chance.
He wants to completely control him and destroy it!
Stephen never thought that one day he would be educated by a high school student.
In the past, no one would say these words to me except my own family.
Then Stephen turned his head and silently stared at the fighting robot players on the ring. He gradually felt that a dark cloud in his heart had slowly moved away, and a faint light of dawn was shining through.
"You don't understand my life at all." Stephen said suddenly.
Weslin was slightly startled and looked at Stephen quietly.
However, the next moment, Stephen showed a relieved smile, "However, I think I can give it a try. I will handle my own affairs, and now I want to leave here."
After saying that, Stephen stood up and left the audience.
Weslin's heart trembled, and a look of disappointment appeared on his face, but he still said with a smile: "Okay."
Ran Xiaolei and Chu Mei also felt sorry for this, but it seemed that Stephen had already made up his mind.
A few minutes later, they sent Stephen out of the science and technology museum and watched his car slowly drive away.
"Huh——!" Weslin exhaled heavily, feeling a little depressed, but for some reason he felt relieved.
"In the end, we still failed to convince Mr. Stephen. He was really stubborn," Ran Xiaolei said.
Weslin shrugged, "Although we didn't succeed, I feel that at least our efforts were not in vain. At least he should have listened to what we said."
"Then what should we do next?" Chu Mei asked.
Weslin hesitated for a moment, then raised his right hand high, "Of course we will continue to work hard to find parts! We wasted two days on the armor, and we will speed up later!"
At six o'clock in the evening, after visiting three factories in succession and finding nothing, the Weslin team returned to the hotel dejectedly.
The road ahead of them was much harder than they imagined.
"Mr. Weslin, here is your mail that needs to be signed for."
As soon as Weslin walked into the hotel door, the front desk greeted him from a distance.
"mail?"
Then he walked over with a puzzled look on his face and found a one-meter-square brown paper bag placed in the storage area at the front desk.
"Who sent this package?" Weslin asked the front desk staff.
"It was delivered by two men in uniform. They didn't say anything, they just said they would give this to you."
"Nothing said?"
Weslin walked to the brown paper package and squatted down. He stared at it for a long time and then opened the package.
But when he saw what was inside the package, he was suddenly stunned.
The next moment, a smile full of gratitude gradually appeared on the face that was originally doubtful and uneasy.