Wild grow

The corners of Fushen's lips curled up stiffly. He wanted his expression to look a little more natural, so as to conceal the uneasiness that he felt when the cold air rose from the soles of his feet: "Professor, it's fine if you don't want to say it, lie and lie." I'm so boring... Biological organ transplantation is because of its own irreproducibility, but artificial intelligence itself is just a bunch of data, don't you—"

Fu Shen looked down at the fingers pressing on his lips.

"And the artificial intelligence I want is not 'a bunch of data'," Enoch said with a slightly emphatic tone, "if it's just a bunch of data that can be copied and pasted at will, then what I want to do is different from what other people are doing right now." what is the difference?"

"?" Fu Shen slightly raised his eyebrows.

"Independent, independent, with its own memory, emotional cognition, almost like a real human being - but it is not quite, it will have an appearance that conforms to the aesthetics of all human beings, will not experience the fear of birth, old age, sickness and death, and completely rides among human beings A whole new race on Earth, it would be..."

"?"

"Irreplaceable works of art."

"It can even use itself to restrain the shortcomings of human beings, ranging from character and efficiency to international disputes..."

Almost guessing what he would hear next, seeing Enuo's lips opening and closing, Fu Shen's heart became colder and colder... Sure enough——

"I think if it needs to exist as a weapon, it will go beyond nuclear weapons. It is the 'Sword of Damocles', it is the 'Light', and it is the 'key' to open a new era in the world—"

【is God". 】

"It is the master of the new world, or in other words, the 'God'."

"..." God Fu took a deep breath, "Enuo, you don't know what you're talking about."

"I know."

"This world already has a false master," God Fu raised his hand and patted Enoch's chest, "Humans have filled this world to the brim, and there is no need for other races to share the profits... ...and you see, humans don't do well."

Enoch smiled,

Although Fushen didn't know what he was laughing at - the way he looked at him was like looking at a child who made a small mistake out of ignorance... or something else, anyway, it felt dissatisfied.

"That's why it's all the more necessary for someone to tell humanity that they're not doing well." Enoch said, what's wrong? "

"Then who's going to guarantee that these 'new masters' who oversee humanity will do a good job?"

Fushen realized that this topic had become more and more dangerous, and trying to convince Enuo was an endless loop, but what he didn't expect was that the other party really thought about it after hearing his question, and then he lowered his head. Turning his head, his eyes turned around on Fushen's body, and then said: "Their own 'god'."

Fu Shen was slightly taken aback.

He raised his eyes slightly to look into those crimson eyes, only to realize that no matter whether it was Enoch or Enoch, these eyes were so deep that he couldn't reach the bottom at all—when this person was laughing, his mind There may be a universe that is brewing and about to be formed; and when he stops smiling, this universe may have begun to take shape or it may have been easily destroyed before it was reached.

Professor E seems to be different from before - he can't tell exactly what's different, but the current him is inexplicably more similar to No. [-].

"Didn't you promise me to be a good university professor?" Fu Shen frowned.

"How boring."

"You were so straightforward when you agreed, why didn't you answer after thinking about it?"

"Because I promised you that there is a condition, you are here, with me so that I don't feel that this world is so boring that I need to save him, and I am willing to do nothing for the rest of my life."

"You have a second-degree illness."

"Everyone who engages in scientific research has the heart of the second disease," Enuo bent down slightly, and poked Fushen's chest, "Aren't you the same."

The coldness of the man's fingertips seemed to pass through the thin clothing through the skin and finally reach the heart, causing a small part of the blood to coagulate.

—Who says I am too?I have no choice but to save the world or something. If it wasn't for me to destroy it, I wouldn't bother with it, you know what a fart.

Fu Shen took a small step back, avoiding his touch: "Let's talk less about the nasty coquettish, here is sunshine, air, water, plants and animals, and I'm just an insignificant person, compared , don't you know which is more important?"

"I understand."

"Then please take good care of this world. The earth is fragile, so handle it with care."

"I love it." Enuo withdrew his hand, straightened his waist, and threw the white mouse's body into the trash can while throwing a glance at Fushen, "But what I love is the world where you exist."

……

——Do you love me or the world?

——I love the world where you exist.

Full marks for love stories.

The atmosphere is perfect.

The acting is also perfect.

The splashing water poured down, and the hot milky white steam steamed up. The hair of the black-haired young man standing under the rain became black and shiny because of the wet water. , neck and cheeks are also slightly red...

Probably because the water temperature is too high.

Standing in the bathroom, Fushen rubbed the bath towel on his body almost as if venting his anger. He was very depressed. Did Professor E expect that one day he would be "talked back" when he created "Frigga" so that he specifically refused to give it? He has filled up the skills of language skills - so that now he is not only unable to quarrel with Enoch himself, but also has never won against the artificial intelligence created by Enoch himself in large and small disputes.

Terrible.

Flushing away the bubbles on his head, Fushen shook his head as if trying to get rid of the inexplicable pink bubbles in his mind at the same time. When he stepped out of the bathtub and stepped on the cold ground, he thought of something that was obviously the key point but was ignored by him. A long-standing question: If he really needs to fix his eyes, does that mean he's going to have to gouge them out from some other test subject?

……it's not good?

Fushen wiped off the water, and returned to the living room hesitantly, and found that the breakfast had been re-prepared and completely placed on the table. Fushen walked over to pick it up and took two bites, as if chewing wax, so he simply put it down— —

When he looked up, he found that Professor E was reading a newspaper in the living room.

The roots of his hair brushed against the edge of his turtleneck sweater, looking furry everywhere, very cute - when the man flipped through the newspaper, there was a slight rattling sound, and the news on the TV was playing For Fushen, a few words of various news that can be regarded as historical events: everything is unbelievably quiet, ah, yes, the most "unbelievable" Jataka problem is that there are many kinds of sounds around, but it just makes people feel very quiet .

It seemed that the whole person had calmed down.

Nostalgic.

"..."

As if afraid of alarming someone, Fu Shen walked lightly to the back of him, and reached out to touch the man's shoulder.

"I'm leaving." Fu Shen said in a low voice.

"Well," from Fushen's perspective, one could see the man's thick eyelashes drooping slightly, which concealed the emotion that might be peeped in his eyes, "I know."

"..."

On the contrary, Fushen became uncomfortable - he was used to this guy's stalking before, but this time his painting style suddenly changed into a non-stalking and unrestrained personality...Of course, the most disturbing thing is his calm tone.

He had heard it many times when Six was angry.

Like when he first tried to destroy himself.

Like when he actually destroys himself for the second time.

Probably Fushen's uneasiness permeated the air perfectly, the man put down the newspaper in his hand, and turned his head with a smile: "Aren't you leaving?"

"..."

"Why do you have such an expression?" Professor E turned around and simply lay down on the sofa, and at the same time stretched out his hand across the sofa to pinch the stunned face of the young black-haired young man, "Of course I also know that you have been so pleasant and obedient these two days Come back with me because we had a deal in advance - I told you the way to fix the artificial intelligence, you dated me, and now, you fulfilled your promise, and I told you what you wanted to know , of course you will go."

"..."

"Although I really want to stop you, but a man must keep his word," Enuo said with a smile, "we will have a long life."

Fushen heard his heart beating down.

Suddenly I feel like a scammer.

"There's no such thing as a 'long day ahead.'" he said in a perfectly calm voice. "I'm gone, just gone."

"I know," Enoch reached out and rubbed his hair, "Although I have waited for you for a long, long time, but because I am used to it, it doesn't matter if I wait a little longer—you know the best thing about it Well, although the wait is long, the good thing is that I know that I will be able to wait for you one day and push open the door of my laboratory again..."

Fushen actually couldn't understand what Enoch was saying.

They only knew each other for a short time.

Why is this man "for a long time"?

Why are you so confident that there will be an ending that can wait for him?

why...

How about pretending to be in love?

This is not normal, Fushen thought, definitely not normal.

But now he always felt as if he had really done something terrible—the sense of powerlessness and collapse he had seen in the dream when Enoch had an accident reappeared, and he knew that it was time to say goodbye now, and the purpose of his coming to Eden was over. So he should say goodbye to the man in front of him who should be regarded as a stranger.

"Shut up, don't talk." Fu Shen stretched out his hand to cover Enuo's mouth, "Really, don't talk..."

"If you had a mirror now, you could see your expression—"

God Fu’s hand was pulled——

"It's like I'm about to cry, but I can't."

The man held his hand, stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his palm——

"very pitiful."

"..."

"..."

In the end, no one knows how everything happened.

The sofa was knocked out of place and made a screeching sound, and the sound of the two people's breathing and the rubbing of their clothes almost covered up the report of the news anchor on the TV...

The tips of the tongues intertwined, the lips flushed from being sucked, the big hands protruding from the hem of the clothes...

Fushen was pressed hard onto the sofa.

At the same time, the curtains behind him were pulled up, and the sunlight was blocked out of the window——when the room became a secret world that no one could notice, Fushen's visual ability declined, and he let out a dissatisfied grunt like a wild animal. Roaring, he stretched out his hand, and began to try to feel the person pressing on him with touch, he urged him to take off the sweater on his body, and put his hand against his thigh all the way up in the darkness——

through his passionate organs.

over his flat stomach.

Through his firm and smooth chest.

Fushen closed his eyes and let his hand go up all the way. Finally, his hand came between the man's neck...

He felt the unevenness of the touch, some raised, some embedded in the skin, like the traces left by someone who used a needle and thread to suture the handsome head and the perfect body.