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

"That's it, I was shot in the head by him, 'bang', it's over." You put your hands behind your head and knocked the edge of the bed with your heels, "I think he shot from under the skirt." A drawn gun—absolutely."

The doctor sat in front of the laboratory table, fiddling with bottles and jars, and said, "It seems that Lois has something wrong with his head."

"No, it seems that the one who shot me in the head should be his normal personality, the one named Lois."

The doctor pressed a button on the panel, "This is the information saved from the last physical examination," he pointed to the translucent brain in the air, different colors marked different areas, "I only found that there is something wrong with his hippocampus , should be memory impairment."

"Bullshit," you couldn't help swearing, "this bastard has a split personality, and he created a 'sister' for himself."

The doctor shrugged and asked, "What did you know this time? About your neurotic cellmate."

You calm down and look at the ceiling, "I spent almost a whole day trying to induce his main character, but the whole time it was just that little girl who was a bitch talking about how much she loves her brother, How much my brother loves himself, grabbing me to recall their beautiful past—”

"So you swallowed the fork in your hand and killed yourself-you scared Roy so badly that he cried," the doctor interrupted.

You correct him with gestures, "It's not 'swallowing', it's just 'putting' the fork into the throat, I just want to find an excuse to give this kind of vulgar emotional drama a big ending, I really can't stand it, listen again I really can't guarantee that I won't go crazy if I go on."

"You have always disliked too much emotional display, that's a matter of personality."

"This kind of thing is too disgusting." You pressed your neck and made a gesture of vomiting, "Forgive me, but I really can't bear their brother and sister's affection."

"What about Joshua?"

You paused, then pursed your lips unconsciously, "That's different." The doctor didn't continue to ask, but changed the subject: "Do you know Lois' charges?"

"Lowy has no memory of this, and Lowe didn't tell me - he didn't do anything but shoot me."

The doctor supported the laboratory table, took off the knife and cut open the samples in the petri dish, "It is a crime of intentional homicide."

You said: "Oh, I'm still a crime against humanity. What's so strange about it? Which one of the people here doesn't have some innocent blood on their hands."

"The nature is different." The doctor said, the laser knife fluttered between his slender fingers, like a small propeller, "He is very cruel and crazy. In addition to the imagination and the crazy color of the artist, as well as the primitive man's blood and blood, need me to describe it to you in detail?"

"No, thank you. I don't think it's necessary to understand the madman's worldview. Another question is more important-who did he kill?"

"A man is Roy's fiancé."

You couldn't help grinning, "He's really a possessive brother, look, he doesn't want his sister to be snatched away, so he pointed the finger at the bastard who snatched his precious sister, and what about Roy? killed?"

The doctor straightened his mask, and the answer slipped out through the gap, "Suicide."

You let out a breath and stretched your waist, "Oh, what a clichéd plot, it seems that a little sheep may also be a big bad wolf that hit its head, let me think about it, the thing is like this: Lois deeply He loves his younger sister, Roy, and Roy also loves his brother, but the appearance of a man broke all the beautiful things. Lois, who was jealous, killed this hateful man, but for this, he also made himself cute. His younger sister died in love, Lois couldn't accept all this, he wanted to pull his sister back from the hands of the Holy Spirit of the universe - so he created a Roy in his head who only loved his brother. The wonderful body of her has already stopped breathing, how could nothingness take away a part of her sister! So this crazy guy ate her soft body, incinerated the bones, pressed them into eternal diamonds and wore them on his hands, Then the sister can never leave him—whether in soul or body, isn't it, the reasoning can't be more perfect!"

The doctor said, "Wait, Diamond? How do you know that?"

You answer: "How else can I know, of course I can see it-well, you should allow me to have something to stare at when I am bored! Such as the floor, the ceiling, the infinite sky, an ashes ring or something . . . stare at this thing intently for six hours and anyone can see the calcareous impurities in it."

The doctor seemed incredulous, he knocked on the table unconsciously, "I never found the ring on his finger—even if he took it off, there was nothing left."

"He valued that ring more than his life, and hid it so tightly that he was not allowed to touch it. I only saw that shiny little decoration when he mercilessly blasted my head off."

"Then what are you going to do, after discovering that your cellmate is such a terrible monster."

You let out a sneer from your nose, "What else, whoever it is, of course - use, I don't care about my own moral corruption, for me a lunatic is the best pawn, blame can only be blamed He still has a fetter."

The doctor was noncommittal. After all, he was the one who blamed you for being so bad. Anyone in the world could blame you, except him—you were no different.

"Then what do you want to do now? Most of the first practice is not sure, maybe you need more thinking."

You buried your head in the blanket and yelled in a muffled voice: "What the hell, God! Can't you let me rest and rest? Be kind, let me stay here for a while, I need rest and treatment, you should Considering that I have only experienced the cruel punishment of headshot!"

"Oh," came the doctor's voice: "Then I'll leave the infirmary to you, take a good rest, and I'll go out for a walk."

You reached out and grabbed the doctor's flying clothes, "At this time, shouldn't a qualified doctor ask the poor patient: 'Do you need spiritual guidance or physical comfort?', your reaction really disappointed me."

The doctor looked down at you, the mask separated his expression, "Okay, Cyril, do you need spiritual guidance or physical comfort?"

"I'm a superficial person." You said, "Of course it's physical comfort. Do I have other options?"

"Then close your eyes."

You hum, and tear off your clothes two or three times, "Okay, okay, hide your face well, don't let me catch you."

The doctor closes your eyes, and after a few seconds your visual function will be interrupted. He said that this is all science, and you don't believe it.His body temperature touches your eyeballs through the thin eyelids. You feel like you are pressing your head into a puddle of cold water. The water pressure comes from all directions and presses your skin. Attached to your ear, you can hear the breath and pulse of this ghost, and the strange colors produced by the brain become sparkling in the dark.

The doctor took away your vision, and you are used to feeling this man with your remaining senses. You feel his face, his forehead is hot and humid with sweat, and you stroke the slender browbones and the high bridge of the nose. And a smooth jaw.

"You're clean-shaven." You said, your fingers slowly sliding down and caught while pressing on his rolling Adam's apple.The doctor caresses your hand and touches it gently with his lips.

He bent your legs and slowly penetrated into your body, inch by inch.Your hand on his shoulder slid down, from the chest to the waistline, outlining the doctor's beautiful and elegant muscular curves. The doctor has covered his good figure with a boring lab coat, which is really a waste .

This fierce sport is extremely silent here. You pressed the doctor's forehead and said in an aria tone: "Why do you never talk too much? Traveler, you insist on hiding your face and nightingale-like voice." He Responding to your silence, you swallowed your breath and asked him: "Don't you think it's too boring? You are too quiet, maybe you should try to say a few more words, such as at this time... Hahaha! No , What are you, what are you doing! No! Stop hahaha... stop!"

You can't breathe from laughing, the doctor's fingers are swimming quickly on your back, as if writing something, you want to grab him, but he immediately dodges nimbly.You kept trembling because of his movements, twisted your body to avoid it, lost your balance and leaned back, the doctor grabbed your arm and pulled you back forcefully, you crashed into his arms under the inertial push.

"Hush, wait a minute, I'll lend you my eyes." The doctor gently rubbed against the tips of your ears, his voice was low and cold without the mask blocking you, and you were in a trance, and the darkness in front of you was dispelled Then, a figure appeared instead. He propped up his body, his short black hair was messily stuck to the side of his face, his eyes of the same color showed a look of bewilderment, and the cold light made his skin a little pale.

This person is you, this is Cyril. Although you haven't seen your own appearance for a long time, you still recognize your own appearance at a glance.

You murmured: "You...what the hell kind of magic is this?"

The doctor replied: "It's science."

You still don't believe it.

The doctor did "lend" his eyes to you, but you don't know how to react now, and the replacement of vision seems to disturb your self-consciousness. At this moment, you are the doctor and Cyril.You saw the young man being pushed down on the bed and shrouded in a shadow, your eyes moved from under his lips to his collarbone, you watched his skin turn red due to lust and tension, you don't know what you should do Moan or whisper, are you the offender or the offended?

Putting a hand on the side of the young man's face, "Cyril, have you seen it?"

The doctor tugged you to look at this man more closely than you had ever looked at your own body.

"When you wear a military uniform, you always button it to the last button, and the color of the military uniform is only black, but you don't know how beautiful you are, like a cold and sharp sword, and your skin is lined like snow You will stand on the gangway and look at me. At that time, whether it is a majestic and magnificent battleship or a brilliant nebula, nothing can compare to your eyes, even if you don’t have any superfluous expressions-I love you like that The way you look, I also love the way you are now, Cyril, because the way you are now belongs only to me."

Hearing his compliments (or flirting with incomparable rascals), you couldn't help laughing: "I forgot all of this, it sounds like you know me quite well, don't you... ah."

The black-haired young man frowned, his face turned to one side, beads of sweat slipped from the tip of his nose, the doctor approached you, and your slightly trembling eyelashes magnified in your field of vision.

"Yes, I love everything about you," the doctor murmured.

"Do you know everything about me?" The black-haired young man suddenly opened his eyes, pressed the doctor's shoulder, and put the tip of his nose against the tip of his nose.You see the shadow of the doctor in your own eyes through the eyes the doctor lent you, and you firmly enclose the other party in your own black crystals.

"I got you." You grinned triumphantly.

"No, you haven't," answered the doctor, "you haven't seen me, and you won't, Cyril."

For a moment the doctor deprived you of your temporary vision again, he hugged you as if to crush you in his arms, you lowered your eyes, buried your face into his neck and moaned vaguely.

"At 23:40, the spaceship will explode in a while," said the doctor.

"Then you haven't fucked yet." You can't help but complain.

You felt his shoulders tremble, obviously laughing, he tightened his arms so that there was no gap between you, and no air could be squeezed in, his heart beat against your chest, like another heartbeat The heart jumps into your body.

"Before it explodes," the doctor assured, "I'll do my best."