[Quick Transmigration] A report on the adaptation of an AI to society

The doctor is your lover and the only person besides you who understands this cycle, you compare him to your online teammate.

He taught you all despicable means except the art of war, and guided you to be cruel.You don't know if it's good or bad, to which all he replies is, "If it's going to give you peace of mind to sleep, do it." You don't know if numbness counts as peace of mind, and you'll never say that to the dead anyway. A ridiculous "sorry".

A doctor is a doctor because of his lab coat and because of his job.This professional noun changed from his code name to his name, and everyone called him that, without thinking of subverting this boring title.You don't find his file, don't know his real name, and don't know what he hides under that punk-esque gas mask that covers your eyes when he fucks.But at least this thing is a normal carbon-based creature when it enters your body, the doctor's lips will be a little cold, but the part embedded in you is amazingly hot.

You close your eyes and a kiss lands on your forehead, before sliding to your lips.You respond to the kiss, and when you open your eyes the doctor has put the mask on, the ties holding down his short blue hair, and you reach out to smooth his loose strands.

"Joshua also has this hair color." You pulled his hair down and rubbed it between your fingers, "but it's lighter, it's ice blue—you've seen it before."

He gave a soft "hmm", his voice was distorted through the mask, "If you don't interfere with the artificial intelligence on board, you can still see him—the pirates are not as fast as you in this regard."

"I can recite the conversation," you smiled, your eyes softened, "I miss him very much."

The doctor was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked you: "If you could only choose one after the time loop ended, would you choose me or Joshua?"

"Of course it's Joshua, do you have any doubts?" You propped up your body and loosened your wrists, "But I will miss you, we have a good time getting along."

The doctor seemed to smile again, and said, "That's really the best compliment you can give a lover."

You know the doctor doesn't mind your answering that way, you and he are both aware of each other's status - nothing more than a temporary partner and a distraction from solitude, both body and soul.

You will all have separate lives, even if this inexplicable fourth-dimensional joke binds you together, but no one belongs to anyone forever, only death everyone is the last land to inhabit.

The doctor didn't explain to you why he was trapped in this time loop, he just told you that as long as you "get out", he will also be free, maybe he is a ghost from another universe, you think, because He is taciturn and omniscient.

You prepared the poison, and the blue liquid in the bottle showed a faint fluorescence due to radioactivity, which was a bit dreamy, and you filled the syringe with this liquid.

After everything is done, you bid farewell to the doctor and go to the alpha area to look for Hunter. He has been in charge of maintaining the air system on the ship. He is very kind. He is one of the few officials who get along well with the prisoners, but he is in a bad mood now.

"This old ship deserves to be thrown headlong into the recycling yard!" the man in overalls took a sip of the intoxicating drink (a liquid or gas that never loses vitality, because every era has frustrated people who need it to numb the brain), spouting alcohol and yelling: "Damn rubbish! Those bureaucratic bastards with big bellies are only willing to give us this kind of thing, but they are willing to spend a lot of money on their mistresses, just for a glowing necklace!"

"The technology of that kind of necklace is more complicated than the power engine of the spaceship, Hunter." You sat next to him, Hunter moved your position for you, and his tone became gentle, "I heard that you had a conflict with Owen, well enough."

You shrugged slightly, looking a little frustrated, "It's fine, except I don't want to go into the restaurant anymore—Hunter, how about letting me clean the air system for you?"

"Of course I would be more than happy to have someone help!" Hunter laughed, rubbing the stubble on his chin with his hand, "I was going to ask the mate to send some machines to do this kind of dirty work, but who knows what kind of stupid things will happen?" Accident... There is no way, I thought we would accumulate mine dust in the lung lobes for another day. But since you say so, then so be it, don't worry, a bum like Irving won't want to leave the mine early."

Hunter rolled up his cuffs and handed you the delicate mask in his hand, "You have to pay attention to the time, this thing can only maintain the air supply for three hours-oh, look at this kind of thing, it consumes a lot of money and produces oxygen Impure, what's worse is that its mineral dust blocked the filter screen, the holy spirit of the universe, I have already said not to use this kind of cheap eliminated ore!" Hunter removed the panel, and a burst of dust came out of it to choke him Had to cough.

"Next—cough cough! Shit!—I'm going to switch over the temporary emergency air system, you know, the gangster on the ship wants me to write him a request before I do this, but who needs it! This isn't the government. " You cooperate with him to laugh at the joke that you have heard 197 times but didn't understand, Hunter patted you on the shoulder with his clean hand, "Come on, Cyril."

Cyrillic.

When you heard your name, you smiled unconsciously. Thanks to this kind person reminding you every time, you will not forget your name, so you like this hearty uncle.

You are not in a hurry to clean, but wait until all the areas in the holographic projection have turned into the same color. The temporary air system will replace the system in each area and provide air to the entire spaceship uniformly. Its opening and closing are Controlled by Hunter, now both the honorable captain and the lowly prisoner will begin to breathe the same breath.

You got into the grate and started to work hard, but Hunter didn't leave, because no matter how docile and friendly you are, you are still a prisoner, and the prisoner needs to be supervised. This is the consensus of every human being, both emperors and beggars think so.

"Number B-421, Cyril, someone is looking for you from Calvin, Imperial County." The AI ​​monitoring the air system reminded you that you jumped out of the machine's huge stomach and asked, "Now?"

Hunter next to you elbows you, "Hey, boy, it's not easy to make such a call across a few minutes of delay, go ahead, you can use my bathroom before you go, because you are like a pile of dust now .”

You thanked you softly, cleaned up the mineral dust on your body, and followed the arrow shot by the AI ​​on the wall to the phone booth, where a boy with ice blue hair was sitting.

The AI ​​complained on the side: "I said that the communication delay here is very serious, and I suggested that he can record what he wants to say in advance, but he insisted on meeting you in person—why are humans always so stubborn and never understand the importance of efficiency... "

You are sitting opposite the boy, whose holographic image just set off a few minutes ago, so his expression looks a little anxious because of waiting.

You wait patiently for the delay to end.

"Brother," the boy finally laughed, "The lawyer's qualification has been granted, and I'm collecting evidence now. You will be fine, and I will definitely rescue you."

"Joshua," you smiled softly, and put your hands on his face, your knuckles sinking into the phantom woven by the light beams, "I believe in you, but take care of yourself when I'm not around."

"Those people, no matter how deeply they hide the truth, I will pry open their clam-like mouths sooner or later."

"The county government is in the near season recently. Be careful of the storm and the magnetic field."

"I don't understand why they did this. They are your subordinates. You were born and died together, but they didn't hesitate to add insult to injury!"

"My card has been frozen, but most of the credits I saved are in your name, enough to buy a small scout ship, but the standard of that kind of market product is far inferior to that of the military."

"Brother," Joshua's voice was out of youthfulness, revealing the determination of an adult, "I will rescue you, at all costs, at all costs..."

You stared at the other person's light-colored pupils without answering.

I don't know when the doctor stood behind you, he pressed your shoulders, and put his weight on you, "Have you never thought about saying something? Maybe you can pass him..."

"Shut up." Your tone was a little gloomy, "You know, Joshua is my last line."

This time the doctor did not contradict you.

The boy seemed to want to say something, but the image suddenly distorted and then disappeared.

You look up at the wall, the AI's external display screen is pitch black, "The pirates finally, finally succeeded, and it takes so long every time." You couldn't help dragging your voice and complaining.

The doctor said: "After all, they can't learn your psychological tactics, they can only destroy you physically. This is their professional advantage."

You stopped talking, pushed him away and ran all the way to the air, the corridor has entered a state of emergency, and there are terrible red flashes everywhere, like blood vessels that are desperately surging with red blood cells.The landscape windows are tightly covered by explosion-proof barriers. To be precise, the entire ship is covered with thick explosion-proof barriers. In an emergency, all control rights of the spaceship will be handed over to the captain, and the bridge will become the center of the spaceship again. brain, so the command to open the escape pod must also be issued from the main control panel of the bridge.

Those pirates are extremely destructive, and they live up to their reputation at all. They can occupy the spaceship in less than 5 minutes-but a bloody conflict with heavy casualties is inevitable. Maybe helping the pirates can gain their trust, but you The purpose plan is not the case.

After all, pirates are notorious for making people walk on planks, and you don't like being thrown through a porthole into the freezing cold of space.

You kick open the air door and Hunter is standing in front of the pipe with his back to you. You approach with quiet steps, then lunge forward and strangle him, thrusting the syringe in before he can press the siren. the side of his neck.Hunter kicked his feet feebly, his eyeballs kept trembling, and after a while he completely stopped moving.

You let him go, and the man's strong body falls to the ground. At this time, the ship's AI has stopped, and no one will supervise your behavior, and no one will punish you.

Sitting on your buttocks on the pipes, waiting for the time to pass, with the siren blaring in your eardrums, the noise pollution is unbearable, but you still need patience.

Finally, the siren stopped abruptly, as if being pinched by an invisible throat.

You jump down, around Hunter's body, to the core of the makeshift air system.Here, the necessary molecules are continuously decomposed from the ore, filtered, mixed into the recovered air, and sent to each person's lung lobes, and the energy is provided by the engine.

You take out the bottle containing the poison and put it into the waste heat recovery device of the system to heat it with ease. The liquid is evaporated into a light blue high-density vapor, just like a fluorescent jellyfish that keeps swimming.

You put on your half-consumed air mask and throw the hot bottle into the mouth of the machine.

You have a deadpan face all the way through this sinful deed, and there is no cosmic spirit tormenting your heart.

①The common criminal law of pirates in Hollywood movies is to protrude a wooden board from the side of the ship, and then force the blindfolded crew members to go up and fall into the sea one by one, but in reality pirates seldom do this.

The author has something to say:

I found an adjective for my writing style, which is the salted fish style that sees through the world of mortals_(xз」∠)_ My state is to roll my eyes and complain about the world, what do you think of Ni Meng?