mtl008 Chapter 423 The Machine Crisis 10
Chapter 423 The Machine Crisis 10
F6632, who has endless motivation for his work, doesn't need sleep at all; work is his spiritual sustenance.
He was in high spirits all day, and even at lunchtime he didn't forget to offer a portion to 001.
Although he still ate the food, F6632, who had actually been under 001's gaze, knew that 001 might have already noticed his friendliness.
So, even though the food was taken from the same lunchbox, he insisted that the small portion he ate at the end was especially delicious.
"Knock knock knock."
When he was leaving get off work in the evening, there was a knock on the small window. He looked up and saw Zhao Ziyou with a serious expression.
Compared to his dissolute behavior at night, he is more in line with F6632's imagination of highly skilled technical personnel at this moment.
He subconsciously looked down at his chest and saw the numbers on it.
B7596.
So, this is his identification number.
It's concise and clear, and sounds much better than that Zhao Ziyou song.
Zhao Ziyou smiled, not bothering to hide his name tag, and asked, "Are you going again tonight?"
Every spark of freedom is important; he doesn't want to give up on any human being who might rebel against 001.
Besides, the person in front of him was a kind person who was collecting his father's belongings.
Just as F6632 was about to shake his head, he saw the halo forming behind Zhao Ziyou again.
He opened his mouth, then changed his tone: "Okay."
If 001 insists on letting him see it, it won't hurt him to take a look.
Although he felt that going there was a waste of time.
Same time, same place, different group of people.
Even with its not-so-bright brain, F6632 could sense that there were many people here who hadn't come last night.
He sighed softly, looking somewhat melancholy.
How many unstable factors are there in this world?
Managing the world is incredibly difficult.
Zhao Ziyou was unaware that there was a mouse crying over a cat. He patted F6632 on the shoulder and told him to play by himself, then went into a room.
When he came out again, he had changed his clothes...
Some strange clothes.
Around him were several other people like him.
These people didn't have the gentle, well-mannered smiles of ordinary people; they were like a wisp of flame.
Both men and women possess a quality that is unfamiliar to F6632.
The lights in the room suddenly dimmed, and spotlights shone on the people.
As the intense and rhythmic music began, men and women danced a dance that F6632 didn't understand in the dance floor.
Their bodies moved in exaggerated ways, their waists twisting like snakes, and occasionally the two of them would press intimately together.
This……
That's way too much.
After gene editing, humans still possess abundant emotions that can assist in their work, but they no longer have plans that affect their work efficiency.
Therefore, the pursuit of getting close to the opposite sex, which was once a favorite activity for men and women in ancient times, has inexplicably disappeared at this time.
F6632 was used to this kind of social distancing, and at this moment, the close proximity of these people felt like two giant hammers to him.
He was like an ancient person seeing a peep show for the first time, mouth agape, not knowing what to do, his mind completely blank.
He was pushed on the back, and someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the dance floor.
Apart from the professional performers, none of the other people on the dance floor seemed to have any dance training.
They were simply swaying their bodies casually, their expressions relaxed and happy.
F6632 is like a ball kicked into the dance floor, bouncing around here for a while, then being enthusiastically pulled to another place to bounce around.
He was finally let go when the music stopped, when those people looked at the people on the dance floor and laughed, and when everyone cheered.
He was panting, his hands on his knees, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, whether from tension or exhaustion, it was hard to tell.
He watched the chaotic dance floor, filled with abnormal humans, yet he could hear his own heartbeat.
Thump, thump.
For a period of time afterward, he would sometimes be dragged there by Zhao Ziyou, and sometimes he would inexplicably come on his own.
But every time, he would be startled by the passionate and unrestrained atmosphere and then be swept up in it.
Gradually, F6632 became somewhat afraid.
Because he met more strangers and saw them fall into depravity even faster than he did, becoming one of them.
They will criticize 001 without restraint, and they will do things here that are not permitted by law or rules.
Sometimes it's art, sometimes it's sports, and sometimes it's simply lying on the ground and letting people step over him, doing performance art.
These people are like madmen who have been suppressed for a long time, and only in this mental hospital can they temporarily release themselves.
But how does this help in the future?
He didn't know when he learned to drink, but after taking a sip of the sweet liquor, he asked Zhao Ziyou.
The person he was most familiar with here was his guide.
When Zhao Ziyou heard these words, he laughed so hard he fell onto the table.
"Yes, this is a giant mental hospital. We've all been driven crazy by life outside."
He doesn't like sweet wine; he prefers to drink strong liquor in large gulps.
The bartender next to the bar has been replaced; the previous one jumped to his death at the airport, and a memorial service had been held for him here before.
Zhao Ziyou stood where that guy had been standing and shouted, "Let us despise a coward who ran away halfway, let us remember a timid little friend, and let us forever remember this moment."
It was at this point that F6632 learned that the bartender was a top-notch mathematical talent, far superior to Zhao Ziyou, and owned a house of over 200 square meters and a yard of 150 square meters.
Even with such a good life, he still jumped without hesitation.
I heard there was no particular reason; he just wanted to see what it felt like to dance outside, and after he finished, he jumped around when the robot came to catch him.
This news did not attract much attention, and people were used to the suicide of people who were not genetically perfect.
Otherwise, why do humans decompose precisely at the age of 140, while the average lifespan is less than 140 years?
Isn't it because some imperfect products committed suicide along the way?
In the past, F6632 wouldn't have cared about such things.
He still has a lot of work to do, he has to keep bothering 001 with random chatter, and he has to think about what to eat tomorrow. He simply doesn't have the energy to spare for unimportant people.
But that bartender was a little different.
The first sweet drink he ever had was made by him, and no bartender after him could ever make a drink that tasted as good again.
In his room, there was also a painting given to him by the bartender, depicting two eggs.
The bartender said, "See this? This is zero in mathematics, and it's also the path I've walked in my life."
The day after he said that, he jumped.