SHEEP

After Yi Heye received the message from Pei Xiangjin, he roughly browsed Siwei's personnel files and frowned.

Impatient, Yi Heye is not a guy who is good at processing text information.

So he subconsciously looked up to see the SHEEP who would help him draw the key points.

In the end, he forgot that the sheep had disappeared since he called him. Yi Heye rubbed his fingers that didn't touch the sheep's buttocks, feeling lost.

Sitting at the table hesitated for a few seconds, Yi Heye stood up.

His throat was still a little sore, and his muscles seemed to be sticking together. He drank a cup of hot water, put on a mask, and planned to go outside for a stroll.

I have to find some work to do, Yi Heye thought, he has been addicted to games for too long, and he has almost forgotten his old profession.

He opened the reward net, and just found a piece of noteworthy information, the monitoring system sounded a red alarm.

Before Yi Heye started to have a headache, he received a call from his guardian.

"Can't bear it anymore?" Jian Yun said with a smile, "The organization specifically told me not to let you hunt alone."

Yi Heye: "...I'm going out to find inspiration."

"Open the door." Jian Yunxian said, "I'll go with you."

Yi Heye was not at all surprised that he was at the door.

As soon as the door was opened, the man holding the sheep had a bandage on his left arm, standing at the door gracefully and waiting for him.

Looking at this scene, Yi Heye vaguely recalled the taste left between his lips and teeth, he ground his teeth impatiently, and looked away guiltily.

But Jian Yunxian didn't give him a chance to fool around, and held up the bandage in front of him to show him:

"Sir, it's all on the tongue. You should know whether this taste is human or machine?"

Yi Heye didn't feel guilty when he mentioned it like this, he smacked his lips, feeling a bit unfinished:

"Sorry, I haven't eaten people before, so I can't tell the difference by taste."

Jian Yunxian smiled helplessly, watched the little leopard proudly go downstairs, and led his fat sheep to follow.

Riding the grid-style downhill ladder to the door of the underground garage, Yi Heye suddenly remembered something, and turned his head expressionlessly: "Why are you with me?"

Jian Yunxian laughed: "Of course I'm riding your ride."

Yi Heye's forehead twitched: "I don't need a partner."

"Honey, I'm your guardian, not your partner." Jian Yunxian smiled with his eyes bent, "It's your duty to cooperate with the guardian in performing his duties."

Yi Heye gritted his teeth, grabbed the guy by his collar, and dragged him towards the parking space: "Don't fucking get in my way."

Jian Yunxian: "Take it easy, you are too rude to the guardian."

As soon as Yi Heye escorted people to the garage, Xiao Ming started to complain from a distance:

"Let's go, you can scrap me, without me, you can still be chic outside with other handsome guys."

Yi Heye stopped his pace speechlessly, and before he had time to say anything, this crazy idiot saw Jian Yunxian in his hand, and cheered: "Wild Treasure! Bring friends to play!! I forgive you You!"

The embarrassed but elegant Jian Yunxian laughed in Yi Heye's hand: "Ye Bao?"

Yi Heye raised his leg angrily, kicked Xiao Ming, and he didn't know who he was warning: "Don't call me Ye Bao."

He looked up at Jian Yunxian, and was looking for a rope to tie him to the back seat for a run, when Xiao Ming twisted his buttocks excitedly:

"Come on, come on! The handsome guy sits in the back seat, the car is going fast, hold onto Ye Bao's waist!"

Yi Heye kicked him angrily again, and stretched out his hand to pinch him.

With the approval of his own horse, Jian Yunxian unceremoniously sat on Yi Heye's back seat, and obediently supported Yi Heye's waist: "Excuse me."

Yi Heye knocked off his hand with a "slap", the curse words were already on his lips, but he held back.

He has lived for more than 20 years, the first time he took a "person" to ride a bicycle, and this bastard actually carried it.

Just as he was about to set off quickly and let the cold wind fill Jian Yun's mind, he heard a humble "baa" behind him.

Yi Heye turned his head and looked at the cramped little Yunduo next to the parking space—it was really cramped, the four short legs like toothpicks were almost stuck together, and the two piercing little eyes like black beans were full of excitement at this moment. Bewildered.

Yi Heye: "...you don't want to take it with you, do you?"

Jian Yunxian laughed without shame: "Little Yunduo has never left me since she was born."

After some tinkering, the car rumbled out of the garage.

Xiao Yunduo was wearing sunglasses and riding a skateboard, and was fastened to the back of the motorcycle and galloping, while Jian Yunxian sat in the back seat frankly, keeping his own place.

Yi Heye felt the temperature and breathing from another person behind him, and felt so awkward that he was going crazy.

The wind was whistling by his side, with a hint of sandalwood fragrance swimming in, repeatedly harassing Yi Heye's ear tips.

Yi Heye complained angrily: "Don't blow in my ear!!"

Hearing this, Jian Yunxian leaned over and leaned over, her breath touched Yi Heye's ear:

"I didn't, sir, are you a little too sensitive?"

Yi Heye made a sharp turn and almost threw him out - damn it, why does this bastard talk so much?

So he patted Xiao Ming's speaker - Xiao Ming claimed that it was his sexy Adam's apple, which made him play hardcore heavy metal rock.

The heart-piercing roar covered Jian Yunxian's breathing, and under the huge decibels, Yi Heye felt that the whole world was quiet.

The biggest advantage of Yi Heye is that as long as he enters the working state, he can absolutely eliminate all disturbances.

Under the cover of rock music, Yi Heye's mind gradually opened up, the wind was blowing his bangs, his throat didn't hurt anymore, his mind was no longer confused, it seemed that he could fight him for another [-] rounds.

Until Jian Yunxian's voice suddenly came from behind: "Sir, where are we going now?"

Yi Heye, who entered the absolute realm, was startled and came back to his senses: "Turing Sanatorium."

Turing Sanatorium is a special sanatorium that is not open to human beings, and the "rehabilitation" objects here are all artificial intelligence.

Nowadays, with the rapid development of artificial intelligence, AI human rights have become a new social issue. In order to win over, some politicians have promoted many AI care facilities that seem very weak. Turing Sanatorium is one of them.

Most of the items stored in the Turing Sanatorium are obsolete machines or AI that have caused certain social impacts.

For example, the AI ​​chef who once participated in the aerospace project, the home robot that saved humans in the explosion, the secretarial artificial intelligence that witnessed the success and failure of large enterprises, and so on.

"Will there be a reward in the nursing home?" Jian Yunxian asked, "Who would spend money to buy the lives of a pile of scrap iron?"

Yi Heye said, "They themselves."

Most of these are over-aged and dilapidated, with extremely low-quality daily life, but in order to meet the so-called "AI human rights care" by politicians, they have to linger in renovations again and again.

Hunters sometimes receive commissions from sanatoriums, most of which are requested by the AI ​​themselves.

They hope that the hunters will help them end this unending life. After all, for most old AIs, entering the recycling furnace to remake and usher in a new life is really worth yearning for.

"We generally don't accept this kind of work." Yi Heye said, "It's too much work for less money."

Most of these AIs who apply for "scrapping themselves" don't have much savings, and with a pitiful salary, they have to let the hunters bear the risk of possibly breaking the law. Naturally, no one will take the initiative to do this kind of work.

Yi Heye: "This time the hunting target is code-named FOUR, the AI ​​veteran when Siwei was founded, and a relatively rare AI involved in game programming - his suicide application has been on the hunting website for three years, and no one has paid any attention to it. .”

While speaking, they had already shuttled to area C8.

After all, it is a government agency, and it cannot be established in a Mai Tai slum like District D and District E, but it does not have such a high social value that it can be included in District B and District A, so it can only compromise and choose District C, which is a commoner class.

The sky here does not have any beautiful colors, but there are not so many factories and pollution in comparison, and the urban planning is much more comfortable.

There are schools and hospitals here, as well as some small gardens, which have never been seen in D District.

Yi Heye secretly made a comparison in his heart, and seeing the hand on his waist, he couldn't help but ask, "Your family lives in District A?"

"Yes." Jian Yun said with a smile, "When you get the authority card for Area A, I really want to invite you to my house."

Area A is the only place among the five areas that requires permission to enter, and Jian Yunxian is the only person Yi Heye has ever met who has authority, which makes Yi Heye dare not even feel envious.

This brief distraction lasted no more than half a minute, and they arrived at the Turing Sanatorium. In the crowded area C, the area of ​​​​the land is destined to be small.

Different from the beautiful pictures in the news reports, the signboard of this nursing home was already rusted, and the rust was washed away by the rain, and the rust flowed miserably, becoming withered and dilapidated.

In the compound, human nurses with numb faces are negatively cleaning the fallen leaves on the ground—these are the few human beings in society who serve AI, and their social status is reversed, which makes them reject this job from the bottom of their hearts.

Yi Heye put on his mask, took a forged invitation letter, and successfully mixed in with Jian Yunxian, who was "a good guy at first glance", and his fat sheep.

Jian Yunxian: "Don't you feel guilty for doing this kind of thing now?"

Yi Heye: "Pretending to be a note has made me lose my bottom line."

The two of them walked into the only six-story building in the courtyard while chatting. It didn't look very large, and the decoration was very simple.

After all, there are not many AIs worthy of entering a nursing home in history, and humans do not have extra resources and energy to invest in it.

As soon as he entered the door, there were rows of lifeless rooms on both sides, and various voices came from——

There was a rattling sound of mechanical friction, a sound of electric current from poor contact, and a mechanical failure alarm that sounded almost all the time...

This reminded Yi Heye of the hospital wards. When he was a child, he lived in the hospital in Area C for a long time. At night, in the rows of dark rooms, there would be various groans and groans. Sighs and wailing are disturbing.

Yi Heye frowned and looked in. In a room, a machine with disordered programs was bound together by hemp rope. The repairman opened its head and frowned and fiddled with it. Hold the explosion-proof shield and watch it emit black smoke.

In the other room, the school teacher led a group of chicken-sized children to form a circle. In the center of the circle was an old robot covered by a glass cover.

The robot sat wearily in the center, listening to the teacher introduce himself motionlessly: "This is Xingyun N1, which witnessed the biggest meteor shower at the end of the last century..."

Amid the exaggerated exclamations of the children, Yi Heye turned his head.

Rather than saying that they recuperate in a sanatorium, it is more like exhibits locked in a museum, witnessing a history that does not belong to them, and satisfying human curiosity.

Most of them want to end all of this. Before coming here, Yi Heye was skeptical, but now he is firm on this point.

Walking from one end of the corridor to the other, hearing the desperate panting, Yi Heye felt that the oxygen in his lungs was almost exhausted.

He was not in a hurry to go upstairs, but hid in the quiet and dark cubicle behind the stairs, secretly took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Not lit, just dangling.

Jian Yunxian led the sheep, and hid side by side with him in the dark, temporarily leaving the inhuman whine under the pale light.

Yi Heye smelled the faint scent of sandalwood coming from around him, and his drooping eyelashes trembled slightly.

He raised his eyes, as if he wanted to tease, but his voice was uncontrollably hoarse:

"After SHEEP is caught by me, he will definitely be sent here for people to watch, right?"

"Maybe, who knows." Jian Yun Xianye laughed wistfully, "It sounds like you're still a little bit reluctant."

Unusually, Yi Heye became silent.

If you don't speak, it's an acquiescence, Jian Yunxian said in his heart.

The author has something to say:

If you don’t speak, it’s possible that Yi Heye’s reflex arc hasn’t received the signal yet (cross out)