After the robot finished speaking, he closed his one-eye. Although the body was still running under the power, the resistance on his face was undoubtedly revealed. Seeing that he resisted communication so much, Noodles said: "I can realize one of your wishes, no matter what that wish is. As long as you are willing to communicate with me."

When this sentence was said, even the closed robot could not help but open his eyes, looked at the other party in surprise, and said, "You are so angry, you have to be responsible for your words."

The noodles smiled and said, "Are you interested in giving it a try?"

Robot: "I want you to turn this place into the sea, I want you to turn all the bones into living people, I want you to turn the number of stars in the sky into more than ten times. Can you fulfill these wishes?"

The noodles fiddled with the bonfire and said, "I can do it, but I know you are testing me and not really trying to fulfill these wishes."

"That's why I don't like carbon-based. You always like to brag." The robot said: "If you can't do it, just say it."

"Are I bragging? Time will prove it for me. As long as you tell me your wish, I will definitely let it come true." Noodles said confidently.

"I don't have any wishes." The robot said: "My wish is to sleep, please don't disturb me."

The noodles held their knees and said, "As far as I know, you had been sleeping in your dreams for many years before I came. If this was your wish, then it would have been fulfilled long ago, right?"

The robot was stunned.

The noodles spread out their hands and said gently: "What's the difference between sleeping for ten thousand years and sleeping for a night? You can't feel the passage of time. I think if you really want to continue to sleep, I won't come here, right? But look, I'm in front of you now, what's the point of all this."

significance…

The robot seemed to touch some switch, and it fell into deep thought. After thinking for a long time, it raised its head and looked straight at the noodles.

"If you have something, say it, and if you have fart, let it go."

The noodles smiled and said, "Tell me first, what is your name."

The robot thought for a while and replied: "I did have a name very early on, but the unit that remembered it was damaged in the long river of time. Because the night was dark, I decided to name myself An. This is enough to communicate with you, a high-dimensional creature."

"So annoyed, tell me. I'm a little curious, why is it so desolate here? Are you fighting? How come you can't see a single figure."

An: "War?"

Noodles: "It's just throwing bombs, nuclear bombs and so on."

An: "I don't know that these are not within my observation range, but before my consciousness disappeared, no one here threw nuclear bombs at each other, and they were not interested in throwing nuclear bombs."

"What are they interested in?"

An asked back: "What are you asking these questions? Why do you ask me such questions?"

Noodle answered: "I am a mind creature, and the spirit is a very important part of me. I traveled in various worlds, collecting stories everywhere to upgrade my mental state. The state of this world attracted my attention. I came to this world and tried to get the fragments used for upgrading from it."

An sneered and said sarcastically: "I am silicon-based, and silicon-based doesn't need a bedtime story."

"Is there nothing like silicon-based?" asked the noodles.

"No." An replied: "I will record what the facts are."

"Yes, I'm going to listen to the facts." Noodles sat upright by the fire and said enthusiastically: "Tell me quickly, why is this world so desolate."

An lies half of his body beside the fire. It looks at the night sky, and in his eyes, the faint light floats. After hesitating for a long time, he said:

"Generally speaking, I am not good at using language to express what has happened. Human words have too strong subjective tendencies and are extremely inefficient, but you do not have a device to accept information. Therefore, the details of these archives depend on your own imagination.

That was a long time ago, when my eyes were not extinguished, and even when my self-awareness was not born, there were indeed many carbon-based organisms that looked similar to yours.

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The heavy rain roared and flew past the dark sky of Tokyo, and the cold water dripped mercilessly on the cameras on the street. The camera with a glimmer of red light calmly carried the rainstorm and calmly watched the passing vehicles. Once someone speeded up, it would immediately record the person's vehicle.

An old-fashioned gray Honda swept through the heavy rain quickly, and the wiper threw out the phantom. The man driving the car was driving very quickly despite the heavy rain limit. While driving, he held a phone in his left hand and shouted loudly at the phone.

"…Damn it! You simply don't know how fast those guys are going!"

Fukuyamai shouted: "At this exchange meeting, they took out particle control methods for room temperature superconducting and magnetic inertia constraint fusion. Too bad, it is actually magic to be able to control particles within the range of 1,000 Tesla!"

Fukuyamai, a middle-aged man in his 50s, has a suit and ties and has a meticulous hair. Unlike the professors in the Japanese Thermal Nuclear Research Institute who are unkempt and spend all day in the laboratory, Fukuyamai has always paid great attention to his appearance and always dressed himself meticulously and attended various scientific forums cleanly.

However, this time, the serious man was rarely very excited. He held the phone and said to the laboratory director on the other end of the phone: "According to their progress, within a year, I am afraid that the industrial pearl of controllable nuclear fusion will be picked by the mainland. By then, we will have no room for any turnaround!"

"Seriously...so terrible?"

The supervisor there took a breath.

"I saw it with my own eyes that there are still fakes. The other party's progress is faster than ours. We must send my research report quickly!"

"But Fukuyama, didn't you say that there were still a few unclear places in that research report, and it has not been completely solved?" said uneasy to the person on the phone.

"Send it out first!"

Fukuyamai shouted to the phone, "Even if people outside go to study that report and want to figure it out thoroughly, it will take several months. By the time they find those small problems, I should have solved those problems, so that I can buy me a few months in advance."

"But...if it's not solved...will it not..."

"It's too late!!"

Fukuyamai shouted: "Do you want to watch our Yamato nation lose another hundred years in the new era? This is our last chance, how can we not bet on everything!!"

Give me...

With the unknown sound of the old Nissan exhaust pipe, the vehicle's speed suddenly dropped in the heavy rain. It shook several times in a row, and then broke down on the side of the road, and a trace of smoke came out of the exhaust pipe.

Fukuyamai came to his senses from the call, and when he looked at the car's gas meter, he found that his fuel tank had bottomed out, and the car was no longer able to do so.

"Bastard..." He couldn't help but cursed inwardly and said to the person on the phone: "Let's talk about it when you go back, see you in the laboratory tomorrow!"

After hanging up the phone, he turned the car keys continuously and turned the car from oil to electric. The old Nissan buzzed and rebooted forward. At this moment, Fukuyamai was still some distance from his Tokyo apartment, and the car's battery was not enough to support him back home. Fukuyamai had to drive the car to a service station next to the expressway to prepare for fuel.

Due to the heavy rain, there was no one at the gas station. A female service worker came to the car window in a daze, leaned against his car window, ate gum, Fukuyamai poked her head out and said, "Full it up, my gas tank is empty."

"Five thousand yen." The female worker said casually.

Fukuyamai, who took out his wallet and was about to pay, was stunned and asked in surprise: "How much does a box cost?"

"Five thousand yen." The female worker repeated impatiently.

"Five thousand yen, how could the oil price be so expensive?"

"Didn't you read the news? Aika will not add it."

The female foreman said without raising her.

Fukuyama's eyes widened, and the professor's identity made him resist the urge to swear. He still remembered that before he went to the mainland to attend an academic exchange meeting, the oil price was only 3,000 yen. If he hadn't seen each other these days, the oil price actually doubled.

It’s impossible, it must be the woman in front of him that wants to kill him!

He scolded the damn female worker hundreds of times in his mind, and even thought of tying her to a gas station and whipping it with a whip. But when he saw the woman's chest, he couldn't help but hold it down.

He pulled out a few notes from his wallet viciously and pushed them over.

"Hold it, you're crazy about being poor," he said.

"I'm sick..." The female worker took the money and rolled her eyes at him.

Then she started to refuel with the oil valve in the slam. Listening to the female worker violently fiddling in his car, Fukuyama closed the window and cursed in the car.

"Disgusting guy, I wish you a lifelong mess at the gas station..."

While scolding him, he sorted out his wallet. Because of the cheers, his wallet was empty, which made him feel a little painful.

As a senior scientific researcher, Fukuyama's income is not low, but due to the rapid decline in population, everyone is running towards Tokyo like crazy. Now Tokyo is worth every inch of land and consumption is extremely high. His monthly income and bonus are barely enough for his family's expenses. Now he has been slaughtered for no reason, and this month's expenses are a bit too short.

It's time to change to an electric car.

He thought to himself, or... develop controlled nuclear fusion as soon as possible, and then he would not use fossil fuel at all.
Chapter completed!