laboratory

【This is the seventh day since 'he' came out of the culture medium. 'His' vocal cords are well developed, and he is already able to communicate with others at the most basic level. 'He' likes to cling to me very much. It is preliminarily determined to be the chick complex of the experimental subject. Based on the statistics of the growth data of human newborns, combined with the simulation' According to his growth rate, it can be judged that the specific disappearance time of the fledgling complex is two weeks later. At that time, a new learning plan needs to be prepared for 'him', and I will teach 'him' some basics in this two-week class noun. 】

After closing the experiment record, the researcher pushed the lens. The light from the incandescent lamp fell on his lens, reflecting a piece of inorganic coldness. He picked up a few "Children's Picture Literacy Handbook" piled up next to him, stood up, Walk straight to a cell.

It is said to be a prison cell, but it is actually worse than a prison cell. There is only one bed, one window, and nothing extra. Through the dense laser fence, you can vaguely see the child sitting cross-legged on the bed.

The researcher didn't show any emotion. He put his hand on the fingerprint lock and opened the door. The child immediately turned his head when he heard the sound, stretched out his hand to the researcher, and shouted, "Father, dear."

"No, I'm not your father." The researcher sat by the bed, spread the book flat on the bed, and said in a business-like tone, "The genes in your body don't belong to me, strictly speaking, I can only be regarded as your creation." By."

The child tilted his head, half understanding. Seeing that the researcher stretched out his hand, he smiled and rushed forward: "Father, dear!"

"I'm not your father." The researcher avoided the child's embrace indifferently, "Come here, I'm going to finish reading these books today."

"... Oh." The child seemed a little aggrieved, biting his fingers and rubbing against him.

The researcher pointed to the picture above and said: "This is called an apple."

"pan."

"apple."

"Ping, pot."

"apple."

"apple"

"Yes, continue to the next one."

Correcting a child's pronunciation over and over again is very boring for adults, but the researcher did not feel bored. After reading all the content, the researcher looked at the time and picked up the book: "OK Alright, that's it for today."

"You, you, want, to go?"

The child's eyes were full of disappointment and sadness, as if expecting the researcher to stay. The researcher replied without any hesitation, "I want to go."

"come tomorrow?"

"Well, it's my job."

The child immediately grinned, it was a very innocent smile, he stretched out his hand, trying to grab the researcher's hand, but the researcher dodged it.

"Can't?"

"No." The researcher went out and opened the laser barrier again, "Sleep now."

The child was silent for a long time, then slowly lay down, and asked again: "Tomorrow, day, come, right?"

"Ah."

The researcher completely walked out of the child's sight range, and the white figure could no longer be seen. The child slowly lowered his head and hugged himself tightly.

At the corner, the researcher suddenly lowered his head, glanced at his palm inadvertently, raised his head again, and walked forward indifferently.