Healing paranoid villains can protect the world

After the inspection was completed, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, Su Qiubai was released from the inspection line.

It's just that a monitoring program was implanted to monitor the data in the body to observe the performance in the next month.

If the performance is normal, just record the previous mistakes; if the performance is abnormal, it will be judged to be formatted and recycled.

——In other words, the death penalty will be suspended for one month.

Su Qiubai: Feeling okay?

After all, as a machine that seems to have "unknown problems", after a comprehensive inspection but still can't find the problem, it is very lucky not to be directly dismantled and reorganized~

Su Qiubai thought so as a student majoring in mechanical design and intelligent processing.

And when he was taken out, it was said that he was going to be sent back to the robot storage room first, and he was quite happy.

He just observed the two robots escorting him as usual, compared them with himself after confirming their configuration, compared and analyzed them, and walked all the way, seeing more robots and fewer people as he walked. , was brought to a gate post.

The gate post is made of silver-gray metal and is equipped with heavy weapons. At first glance, it looks like chilling and "don't disturb the idlers".

Su Qiubai guessed its sensing range and lethality from the door post, and when estimating the reaction speed, he saw the closed metal door suddenly open.

"click"

The sound of the mechanical unlocking sounded, and one of the robots escorting him to the gate was putting away a document shown to the sensor.

After the door opened, Su Qiubai and the robots entered the door silently.

Then, Su Qiubai was taken through checkpoints according to the procedures. After seeing different electronic documents being shown again and again, under the chilling guards at all levels, he couldn't help feeling a little curious about the "storage room".

With these traces of curiosity, Su Qiubai was brought to a large warehouse until dark.

The warehouse door was as high as several of him, and after another document was shown, there was the sound of mechanical turning from inside the door.

"click"

"click"

In the hurried and dense voice, Su Qiubai guessed the defensive ability of this door and the difficulty of forcibly opening this door, and in this voice after voice, he waited eagerly and inquiringly for the door in front of him to open, thinking about what lies behind the door. What kind of strength and intelligence will the mechanical world of today's world be like?

And these things, can they help him complete part of the additional task of exploring new technologies that the system said.

But as the door opened, all his thoughts and jokes just now disappeared in the sight of robots, and only in the orderly arrangement behind the door, he suddenly thought of a possibility, and broke out in a cold sweat——

Behind the door is a white light as bright as daylight. The white light clearly illuminates every corner of the room. Vertical metal shelves and many metal plates divide the room on this floor into many densely packed small grids. Each grid is just the size that can place a machine in a storage state.

The robots in the room were all shrunk to the size of a small box, consciously classified into those grids.

—he would be one of those robots shrunk down to the size of a small box.

The head hangs down and is contained in the chest, the back is vertical, and fits on one side of the grid, and the hands and feet are raised together to form a line directly in front, curling up into smooth planes and accommodated in the grid.

Shackled by a grid not much bigger than himself, there is no space.

- It's like a prison here.

——It's like a "dead sea".

After this thought came to Su Qiubai, he felt momentarily suffocated by the densely packed robots and the dead silence in the room.

and was pushed in.

***

"Mr. System?"

I don't know how many times I called, Su Qiubai curled up in the grid dizzily, feeling a little cold in his hands and feet.

This should be an illusion.

After all, as a robot, there is no feeling of cold hands and feet.

But in this illusion, he has been imprisoned in the grid, unable to see anything other than his current metal chest, unable to do any movements that can stretch himself, even the bright light that existed in the field of vision at the beginning is also gone. It disappeared instantly after twelve o'clock in the evening.Metal plates are then dropped from both sides of the shelf, closing the grid.

He gradually felt uncomfortable in the darkness and suffocation, and began to find things to do for himself, calling for the only system that could communicate.

It's just that after calling, I waited for a long time.

It seemed that the lights in the warehouse had been extinguished for many days, and the time he spent in the darkness and closure was endless.

While reminding himself of the real situation in this delusion, his breathing gradually became disordered, his mind became chaotic, and he gradually lost his sense of order.

Thin beads of sweat seemed to appear on the forehead in the chaos, Su Qiubai wanted to wipe the sweat away in a trance, and when he was about to manipulate the mechanical body movements, he called out to himself, reason overcame desire, sober for a moment, stop that A momentary impulse.

[Here I am. ]

Fortunately, the system finally appeared after he blocked his actions again.

[Sorry, Mr. Su.There was an emergency situation with a tasker just now, and I need to deal with it.Therefore, we cannot respond to you in time.Do you need any help? ]

The system that randomly appeared three times to persuade Su Qiubai to sign the contract was still online randomly after signing the contract because it was in charge of many people.And after being called, he hastily dealt with the matter at hand and rushed over.

Su Qiubai reacted vaguely after receiving the message for a while, and reconfirmed in his heart:

"Mr. System?"

——In the dark and closed space, Su Qiubai has been afraid to turn on the lights under the monitoring program, nor can he start any program of the robot, so he can only wait in the narrow grid.

When he was in the darkness, he felt as if he was shaking, dizzy, and wanted to escape.

He also called the system when he was unable to move, while calling, waiting, waiting, while finding things for himself to do, so that he would not be quickly knocked down by the darkness and closure here.

At the beginning, he sang in his heart, feeling that his voice was trembling, but he still sang the school song;

Later, I endorsed the book in my heart. After singing the song many times, I began to feel dizzy and recalled the courses I had taken in the dizziness;

Then there is counting. When he has memorized all the knowledge points and he does not know the other content, he will count from the beginning. As he counts, his fingers seem to be trembling along with the numbers. So he quickly came back to his senses, held back the movement as if pressing his trembling fingers in a trance, but lost his mind and forgot to count the numbers, so he started counting from the beginning again.

When the system arrived, Su Qiubai was already confused, not knowing which number "571" he was counting.

After he finished counting "571", he finally received a message from the system. Since the system needs to be responsible for many tasks and therefore always appear randomly, it seems that he has received a response.

And instantly relaxed, burst into a bright smile.

"Mr. System?"

He didn't pay attention to the polite apology, but asked another question after he seemed to have received the message.

Not really sure, the system does exist.

[Here I am. ]

Su Qiubai smiled again, after someone finally appeared at this meeting, relax a little bit, a bit silly.

"Hmm." He felt a little weak, but he still smiled and said, "Can we talk?"

The system message paused for a moment.

During the brief pause, Su Qiubai almost tensed up again in the boundless darkness, suffocating, thinking that the message just now was actually just his hallucination.

——In fact, the system is still dealing with important matters of other taskers, as it was reminded when signing the contract, it needs to be sorted according to the priority of the matter.So didn't come back to deal with his irrelevant mood.The message just now was just an illusion he had when he was eager to have a personal existence.

In a trance, he wanted to touch his forehead, wanted to pat himself to wake himself up, and then thought that he was under the monitoring program, could not adjust the program, and had no room to move around, and was confused for a moment.

But fortunately, soon, he received a response in confusion——

"Okay. What would you like to say?"

A voice exactly like Su Qiubai's came from his mind.

Su Qiubai laughed in the voice, was overjoyed, and instantly relaxed. After the joy, he was surprised for a moment after realizing the source of the voice in a somewhat familiar tone.

"This is……"

Su Qiubai was surprised at the voice that seemed to be indistinguishable from his own.

System explanation: "Because I came here urgently, I didn't have the program to carry the sound source and synthesized sound, so I chose the plan of 'temporarily collecting the sound information of this world for conversation'. And when collecting, according to the contact with me Prioritize the use of your information in the order of closeness."

He paused and said in Su Qiubai's voice, "If you don't like being imitated, I can choose another voice or synthesize a new voice. Please wait a moment."

Su Qiubai shook his head slowly in his heart when the system was about to suspend the chat and seemed to be synthesizing voices. In the exhaustion after several times of mental and relaxation, although it felt like talking to the system with his own voice, it seemed that he was talking to the system with his own voice. Talking by myself, I feel crazy, but...

"Do you think this voice is okay?"

——It is better for someone to talk than to really talk to yourself insanely.

Su Qiubai's remaining thoughts were pressed after the system had changed the voice, and when he had just heard this voice not long ago, he suddenly recalled the feeling of floating in his heart at that time:

"Well, that's it." Under this voice, Su Qiubai felt a little guilty because of the selfishness of voice control, "It's troublesome."

The tone of the system is the same as always: "Okay. So, what do you want to say?"

The tone is gentle and polite, and the voice is clear and beautiful. Compared with the original owner of this voice, the words imitated by the system seem to be gentler and more addictive under the gentle tone.

It's not like the wind that stirs the heartstrings between the ebb and flow of the tide, but more like the warm sun under the sunny beach, gentle and gentle, soothing the mental exhaustion quietly.

——What he imitated was the voice of the mission target Xia Chenxing.

It's just that compared to Xia Chenxing's own words, the words of the system are a little more gentle and polite, and also a little more justly alienated.Comparing the two voices, it was like the difference in the tone of a person when he was old and when he was young.

Su Qiubai sighed softly in his voice.

"If you want, I can go back and gather data to re-adjust the sound and come back."

However, the system mistakenly thought that he didn't like this approach, and instead reminded him intimately.

Su Qiubai: "No need." He heard a voice in the darkness and closure, directly blocked the system from wanting to leave, and added after finishing speaking, "Just say whatever you want."

Anything is fine.he thinks.

In fact, as long as one does not stay alone in a narrow and closed place, as if abandoned by the world.

Whether it was Xia Chenxing or his own voice was not that important.

Su Qiubai was thinking this in the gentle voice of the system, panting slightly, but in the beautiful voice afterwards, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

And in the system's voices, I feel that the current body seems to be gradually stiffening, and in the stiffness, it is as if it is clinging to the four walls of the grid.

He was trembling in this change, but he just listened to the only voice more carefully, suppressed his trembling impulse, suppressed his escape emotion, and tried hard to maintain the identity of a robot while curling up quietly.

It’s just that in the deep and boundless darkness, even listening to the sound is a bit chaotic, and in those suffocating enclosures, I wake myself up again and again in the conversation, and I feel dizzy again and again, and then go on and on and on and on and on and on in the cycle. Uncomfortable, it feels like this kind of suffering will never end...

Until the whole side of the bright light really shone in, everything that was dark and depressing was replaced by a bright field of vision instantly, fresh air flowed in instantly and invigorated people, and the voice that had always been with him said:

"Thank you, teacher."

Beautiful and slow.

After Su Qiubai was liberated in an instant, with the last words still ringing in his ears, he already felt that he was being hugged out of the grid.

The embrace was full of warmth and softness, and there seemed to be a lively pulse sound.

It is no longer the boundless dead silence in the grid.

The author has something to say: Xia Chenxing [in a specially gentle tone]: I heard that some people say that I lack voice control in my life.

Su Qiubai: I'm not, I don't have... um... um...