My three roommates are not human

After waiting for so long in front of this boring movie screen, I finally saw the moment when I was created, and I couldn’t help but feel excited and happy—because I know that every next shot is closely related to me.

And they on the screen, obviously, also have this emotion that I can't believe.

They became visibly happy with their naked eyes, and at the same time, they themselves couldn't believe that such a great emotion broke out in their bodies.

"Why is my heart beating so fast?" C wrinkled that gentle face, and even had a few suspicious blushes on his face, "It shouldn't be beating like this, is there something wrong with me?"

The nominal younger brother raised his eyes to his two older brothers, only to find that they were all similar to him with minor differences.

b rushed quickly, he was the first to run to "me", squatted down, and started to circle me excitedly like a big, strong dog. From eyebrows to heels, he Looking over, he raised his head with raised eyebrows.

"It's him! It's him!"

A was originally the eldest brother, pretending to be calm, and stayed behind b all the time, and did not step forward.Hearing this sentence, his beautiful eyes flickered, like a cat, he jumped in front of me.

I have always known how fast these "new humans" are, but since they were born, they have not had much vitality, and the emotions they occasionally experience are just small waves.

But now, like a river dam releasing flood water, it overflowed all of a sudden.

... To be honest, this scene looks a little strange.

I saw the three of them sitting around the naked "me", with curiosity, love, and freshness, they kept reaching out and touching everything on "me".Their movements are indeed devoid of any lust, just like small animals that have just come out of a cave, they keep looking around, caressing every part of my body, every detail as if exploring everything in the world-these details are obviously important They set it up by themselves, but at this moment they brushed over every detail as if they didn't know these settings at all.

If I didn't really know that they were just "kids", I would definitely look at them with colored glasses.

This scene is really... very strange, on the one hand, I can completely empathize with the "me" in the movie, and even want to rush in and put their dirty paws away; on the other hand, I know that my own body is actually It's not in the movie, what appears in the movie is just the unconscious "I" before, looking at it like this, it has some alternative ntr feeling.

B originally wanted to hug "I" directly, using the posture that he usually does with C, throwing bodies into the darkroom continuously.

But he was quickly stopped by a huff.

"This is the protagonist, he is...he is precious and unique, once destroyed, there will be no second one." A tried hard to find words, trying to find a reasonable excuse for his actions, but in fact even sitting I, in the audience, know very well that this body is not as precious as he said.

If it is really damaged, they only need to extract a new copy on the setting paper based on the last data, and that's it.

a learned to cherish.

In the past, I could clearly feel that the three of them just regarded those bodies as lifeless containers, but now, facing this naked body on the ground, they actually sprouted precious thoughts.

Is my face really that important?

I saw the three of them scrambling in front of me, C suggested that he should hug me gently, he could treat me with the gentlest way, but was quickly rejected by the other two.

"He is the protagonist we created together and belongs to all of us. How can he be held by you alone?"

The three of them probed their heads, argued over my body for a while, and then mentioned "I" in a very ridiculous gesture.The three occupy a corner, with b on my left shoulder, c on my right shoulder, and a at my feet.Each of them lifted "I" up with one hand and foot without aesthetic feeling.

... I really have lingering fears. To be honest, if they didn't have the common sense that "old humans may die if they lose their limbs", they might have eaten me among the three on the spot.

Even with such a relatively fair formulation, b and c are actually not very satisfactory.They each have one hand, but a can have two feet at the same time, which makes them feel dissatisfied, and even their faces begin to cloud.

This is very amazing, because our old human beings are all prophets of love and then love. From childhood to adulthood, we will be instilled with education about "love", how love is defined, how love is expressed, and how love is produced.When the seed of love sprouts in our hearts, we know that it is the strange thing "love" that knocks at the door.

But now, in this state where they have not been educated by others at all... they have a ignorant love-this is very funny.Without the knowledge of "love" at all, they suddenly possess this thing, and even start to be jealous in advance when they have no awareness of "love". Big guns.

Love does not match their body and consciousness, and they can feel this, so they are constantly in trouble because of the abnormalities that appear on their bodies.

"How did I do this?" "My face is so hot." "Why is my heart beating so fast?"

I rolled my eyes and listened to what they said over and over again, which seemed very humorous to me as a human being.

Their behavior is indeed very "humorous". I glanced at it a few times and was so cold that I laughed out—these practices are really no different from cold jokes.

They suddenly understood how to cherish it, so they didn't want to put my body on the ground or on the table, but there was no other place to put people in the room, so they had to carry "me" like this all the time.They are foolish, they only know to follow their intuition, they want to get more skin-to-skin contact with me, so they refuse to conjure up a piece of clothing, and keep "my" body naked there.

So, I watched them carry the naked "me" for about a few days.

This is no exaggeration. The new human body obviously didn’t feel tired. They couldn’t stand still, and they didn’t want to get me dirty. They just kept lifting me up in a funny way, looking like three idiots.This embarrassing situation was not broken until A suddenly opened his mouth.

"How about... let's build a room for him, for the protagonist?"

These words exploded in my heart like thunder.

I thought to myself that watching this movie was really worth it, and all the riddles lingering in my heart were solved one by one.

"Perhaps our whole life has already been read" by Deng Qi who didn't speak human words is because we are in a book; and "my room" and "my room in the villa world" once confused me The chicken-in-the-egg relationship finally has a flaw.

...It is true that there was that strange room first, and then there was my room.

It's an amazing feeling, and even though I already know that the choices in my life are probably just someone else's random strokes, it still shakes me because of this incident.

I used to really think that my own room was really just my own room.

They did what they said. Obviously, creating a new space is equivalent to creating a new small world, which is far more difficult than creating human beings. In this way, the "world will" at that time wiped out a human being at will. The reason that will never shake a world is already at hand.

To destroy a human being, they are just working overtime at their desks, but to destroy a world, they have to work like they are now... with their heads down.

Just a "my room" made them bow their heads for a long time.This is also related to their ridiculous innocence-they refused to put "my" naked body on the ground or on the table, and they refused to dress me in clothes that a normal person should wear.They take turns alternately. When one person hugs "I", the other two go to work. In this way, the work efficiency is greatly reduced - after all, when the two people are working, they often have to raise their heads to confirm For a moment my body is still here.

They also grandly said that this is "confirming that there is no problem with the protagonist's body", which is part of the scope of work.In fact, in this peaceful space, I think there is only one reason why my body can go wrong—that is, being played bad by them.

...Why, I was brought up by them and started to have a cold humor.

I shrank my teeth, feeling that I was so cold.

The making of the room went on for so long that I lost my temper with the filmmaker at all. Sometimes he fast-forwards very well, and sometimes he just refuses to speed up for me. I even wonder if he deliberately played this embarrassing scene in front of my eyes for a long time-I just look at my naked body like this Keep alternating hands among the three until that room is made.

The moment they opened the door, I realized why it took so long for them to create—it was all because "creation" is logical.

Of course, a room cannot be inexplicably juxtaposed with another room, so they "logically" created the second layer in my memory.

Of course, there is only one floor now, and there are only these two rooms on this floor.

As I watched and thought, I felt that I had gradually touched the edge of many truths—for example, why the "dormitory world" was so simple at that time—presumably, it was a fake that they worked hard to create when they had no energy and time. world.

My methodical thoughts stopped the moment they opened the door.

At the moment, my room is dead, without light, just the few familiar pieces of furniture—but that's beside the point.

The point is that the three of them can finally put "me" on the bed, and even cover "me" with a quilt in a decent manner.

I was about to vent my breath when I suddenly heard the sound of a coming from my ear. It was obviously so pleasant, but at this moment it split my eardrum like a giant axe.

"Let's do what we did with him in our dreams!"

This, this, is this copper smelting? ! ! !I thought desperately.