Three days later, when he came to the observation room again, the drizzle had been falling all day long.

Close the door, the gray sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window pressed against the glass, and the bright corridor behind me shone brightly in the winding water droplets, as the pedestrians kept coming and going, light and dark.

All the equipment was running, gathering into a low buzz, like dull thunder in the sky.

It took a few seconds before Pascal found a red spot in the ocean of still instrument signal lights. When he approached, he saw his reflection on the glass ball.

"It's raining today, the light is not good, don't you turn on the light?" Pascal looked around the observation room, and the control here seemed to have been handed over to Mianmian.

"No need." The electronic sound sounded, and against the background sound, it was a little sharp.

Pascal was silent for a moment.. Through the sealed sanitation sanitation silence, looking at the girl's slender wrists inside, and asked softly, "Do you still remember who I am?"

"Of course," the glass ball turned, "Mr. Pascal, thank you for coming to see me."

"I heard," Pascal smiled lightly, "Have you changed your name?"

"Well, every year, does it sound nice?" The robot hand rotated and stretched out from the side of the sanitary chamber, pinching Pascal's cuff.

"Good sound," Pascal's nose was a little sore, and he grabbed it back, "How did you think of changing it to this name?"

"The pronunciation is very similar. Anyway, they can't remember the wrong pronunciation, so they just make the mistake." The red light spot in the glass ball turned out the window and flickered constantly.

"There are always a few days each year that it is like this. It is said that it will rain heavily soon." Pascal smiled when he knew she was taking photos again.

"This is the first time I've seen you," the robot extended and stuck it to the glass window. "It's getting darker, and the temperature and pressure have also changed."

Pascal also walked to the window, raised his hand and touched the cold and hard glass, recalling the feeling of raindrops falling on him just now, and suddenly had an idea.

"I think the name Mianmian sounds too weak and not nice." The robot touched Pascal's finger lightly again.

"What about that year?" Pascal asked in accordance with her words.

"Life every year, year after year."

The blue lightning slashed the sky, and Pascal seemed to be a conditioned reflex. Red Ni Xiaojiu remember to read this site to bookmark it. The update here is really fast. He twisted his face slightly.

The robot immediately pressed on the glass, and the red light swept up and down. When another lightning flashed, he heard two words like Pascal's whisper.

"Does it hurt?"

The red light spots flashed towards the sky, reflecting into the raindrops that hit the glass window, like drops of red gems.

"I can't feel it," the robot hand applied the raindrops through the glass. "It's just a few times, and there were some strange thoughts, as if I can never come back."

"Does that hurt?"

The memories of walking through the road from the observation room to his office have been completely forgotten by Pascal. When he came to his senses, he had already sat in front of his desk. On the electronic screen in front of him was a humanoid 3 model.

"Fran, create an access point for a virtual world in my name, and identify it as Gu Mianmian."...,

"Created in your name, let her access from this lab's network?"

Pascal and Gu Mianmian are affiliated with two different project groups. When Fran handles, he needs to clarify the access path and ownership.

"Yes, just connect as my administrator to avoid attracting the attention of others."

"OK."

Pascal stared at the electronic screen for a while and suddenly spoke

"Fran, if Mianmian's nervous system is now restored and repaired, her survival rate will be."

"Sir, this requires the consent of Dr. Walton," Fran reminded, before concluding, "Dr. Walton's transformation plan does not consider reversibility."

Pascal sighed deeply, and then he was silent for a moment before he said

"Fran...I need a digital model that simulates the physiology of young women. Please calculate the consumption of continuously running this model."

"Okay, please wait."

While waiting for Fran to mobilize existing data to automatically model, Pascal is also looking for Gu Mianmian's personal information, including height, ideal weight, blood type, voiceprint, skeletal structure, etc.

These are unique to that girl.

"Sir, do you need me to learn from your results when modeling?" Fran discovered the connection between these two behaviors very intelligently.

"Well, thank you for your hard work." Pascal nodded, not retracting his hand. Although he could command Fran to deal with these things in one or two sentences, he was still used to doing something by himself.

Yes, do something.                                                            �

He didn't know if this would be useful.

However, if the child can enjoy the warmth of the sun, the gentle breeze and the coolness of the drizzle again, even if it is fake, can he find Mianmian back?

At least, let her live like a person.

Let her remember how people live.

With Fran's help and Pascal's insistence, I have half an hour of entertainment every day and can play as an ordinary elf player in the virtual world.

Pascal handed over his wealth to Fran to ensure that the resource consumption required for this abnormally real "program" is expected to last for about eighty years.

At this time, Hongni Xiaojiu remember to read this site for favorites. The update here is really fast. This online game called "Life in Another World" has just been put into operation. The inexperienced R&D personnel did not expect the adaptation problems of players when transitioning between the two worlds.

Lying in the game warehouse and blinking, players can enter the virtual world from reality.

She can't blink every year, nor does she need to blink. She has become accustomed to the transfer from one body to another.

After having a new eye, she had carefully observed her human body, from head to toe, from subtle pores to thin shoulder blades, measured all the data, and also patiently listened to her heartbeat and breathing.

She was curious about what this body that she could not control.

Since I started wandering around various machines and equipment through Fran, I felt that my body was no different from machines such as coffee machines, treadmills, and even far inferior to those of me...

At least those stronger bodies were manipulated by her, and when she was swimming between machines, she felt that she seemed to be free.

She can manipulate the coffee machine to flow out of hot hot water, adjust the speed of the treadmill, through these machines, communicate and interact with other people, receive feedback from machines and humans in real time, and can also move around with the help of some machines.

But her body couldn't even move a finger, and she couldn't even turn over.

She began to think about why such a useless body existed.

After a long dark night passed, she was sent to other larger bodies by Dr. Walton, and saw the blue earth and the bright and huge sun behind it.

Her eyes began to stare at the deep darkness of the universe and the glimmer of darkness. Her ears began to listen to those endless and meaningless signals. Her hands could also grab the artificial satellites floating between the earth and the moon, and then split them into tiny fragments.

That small, fragile, meaningless human body, everything related to that body seemed to have been forgotten by her.

But, on this day, when she stepped on the soft earth with her feet down to the ground with her small, fragile, meaningless, and even false human body;

When the warm afternoon sunlight fell on her cheeks and the back of her neck;

When she fell to the ground and her knees were hurt by a certain particle;

When she grabbed a handful of rough sand and stones and chewed them in her mouth. When the smell of earth burst out in her mouth, she finally felt a thin numbness spread from the corners of her eyes, flowing through her mouth, penetrated into the tip of her tongue, and instantly moistened a part of her body that had already dried up.

Her life is rolling with the tears that gushed out again.

There is only half an hour of game time every day, and it is one hour to convert it into the game.

At the beginning, she would spend this hour quietly lying in the forest, letting the breeze blow the fallen leaves and float on her body, and would dip into the river from her toes to the top of her head, and then let the sun slowly dry her clothes.

At the same time, she would stuff anything she could find into her mouth and swallow the things she could bite. Hongni Xiaojiu remember to read this site for favorites, it is updated here very quickly. Try their taste, like a baby who is tired of exploring the world.

However, this world is full of dangers. Although most of the plants in the wild are delicious, they are also poisonous and can cause various strange symptoms.

Every year, abdominal pain, convulsions, and rashes, are also novel experiences she has never felt before, and it has made her habit of eating randomly more serious.

Pascal followed her and monitored her for more than a month, and was also amused and laughed at the child's greed and could not make too many changes without authorization. So he placed a colorful mushroom on hand every year, and added her the ability to decompose toxins in her body.

In this way, other players will only think that she has triggered some adventure. As for whether it will trigger a large-scale poisoning incident, this is not Pascal's consideration.

What's more, such a bright color scheme will make you feel harmless and delicious every year, and you can stuff it into your mouth without looking at it...

Of course, the scope of this ability is limited to the toxic substances that she eats into her stomach.

As she gradually began to communicate with other players in the game every year, Pascal also felt relieved and went to the observation room to see her from time to time, listening to her nagging about the interesting things in the game world.

Walton, who had already complained about this, no longer complained to Pascal. Instead, he waved his hand and approved an hour of entertainment every day.

With the combination of work and rest, the work efficiency has been significantly improved every year, and several limits have been broken one after another, just to be able to return to the game world on time, talk to people, eat, and bask in the sun.

A few days ago, the space station near Mars orbit had a malfunction. It was familiar with the rapid response of control operations in the space station system every year. When the automatic repair function of the space station was damaged, it closed the damaged area, monitored the physical condition of astronauts in real time, found problems, formulated plans, and recruited other equipment and resources for emergency repairs, and other work was carried out simultaneously. The situation was stabilized before the ground control center intervened, which surprised those who were not aware of the existence of her "intern".

But for every year that has long slipped into the game world... whether it is the work of the space station, the cold and cramped universe, or the lives of those dozen astronauts, it is not as important as the sweetness in her mouth.

All along, the most valuable quality in the eyes of Walton and others every year is obedience. As long as she tells her how to do it, she can execute it without any complicated steps.

Of course this is very good. It is much better than the rebellious mentality every year, but it also makes her no difference from those intelligent systems.

After the space station incident, everyone's subjective initiative has been recognized by every year, which has made Walton feel the preciousness of the gem he excavated.

"I heard that you are a little hero and saved many people."

That day, Pascal came to visit her again and mentioned this matter.

"No," the glass ball turned around embarrassedly, "It's a simple task to raise your hands."

"Don't be humble, you can afford this title," Pascal smiled. He lowered his voice, "Why did I hear Fran say that you use my administrator privileges to flip around the project team system over there?"

"I didn't flip it around." The robot grabbed Pascal's corner of his clothes, "I just wanted to make a pass or something."

Her current level is not enough, she cannot leave the birth of the elves tribe, nor can she leave the elves territory of the Ferus Forest.
To be continued...