Will androids have digital love?

When Singer heard this question, the whole bionic person suddenly became ill. The barcode flickered crazily and made some subtle electric current uncontrollable creaking sounds.

Qin Yan had never seen it so flustered, and was in a hurry: "Singer? Are you okay? Are you okay?"

He was afraid that his question was out of date and would cause a burden to Singer's inner core, then it would be...

"Not very good." Singer shook his head mechanically.

Qin Yan's heart was in his throat: "What's wrong? Is the machine stuck or overheated? Do you need me to bring distilled water to cool you down?"

Singer said no, but his footsteps were stunned, as if he would suddenly crash at any time if he was not careful.

Qin Yan's face turned pale with fright: "I won't ask any more. If you can't answer, then..."

"Very bad." Singer shook his head mechanically again, stood still, and suddenly returned to his original state. "Theoretically, when I hear such a problem, I should immediately pretend to be dead and pass by. But it seems that I The technique of pretending to be dead is not very good——no, my technique is not bad, but I really can’t pretend to be dead to you.” Its flashing barcode also stabilized, “I can’t pass it.”

Qin Yan was dumbfounded.

I don't know what to say at this time.

He opened his mouth, opened his mouth again, and finally couldn't help laughing: "Can bionics be so skinny?"

"Master," Singer winked at him, "Your words are a bit 'big carbon-based'."

Qin Yan's hanging heart relaxed, and he was immediately amused by the flying pot: "Is there such an idea?"

"That's true." Singer nodded solemnly, and couldn't help reaching out to pat Qin Yan's heart, "Are you all right? Didn't it scare you?"

Qin Yan nodded, then shook his head again: "It's okay, I'm a human being, and I have a big heart—so, can you answer the question just now?" Qin Yan didn't give it time to escape, and immediately continued to ask.

Singer hesitated for a while, and finally nodded: "Since Mr. Producer came back for the first time," Mr. Producer is Xun Ruoqing, which is what bionic people commonly call him, "I have vaguely understood that I am a Substitute. From then on, I will try my best to make an excellent substitute—to meet the needs of the owner, which is the responsibility of the bionic person. If Mr. Producer does not come back, then I will always be by your side and be a qualified Substitutes. However, Mr. Producer plans to return to China for development this year... There is no need for substitutes if there are authentic products. I think, every time Mr. Producer comes to visit, you will hide me in a hurry, obviously I am afraid that he will find out. If he still lives abroad like before, and visits once or twice a year at most, then he can cover up the past. But since he is back, I am afraid that the frequency of visiting will increase rapidly. If things go on like this, sooner or later he will miss it. Stuffing. Instead of embarrassing you when the time comes, I might as well step ahead and leave the stage by myself."

Its tone is calm, without waves, and it is the original voice of the bionic without any plug-ins. Brand-new models, when encountering large-scale calculations, cannot support fancy functions such as expressions and intonation at the same time.

In other words, what he said was quite serious.

Every time Qin Yan heard a sentence, his heart twitched.

Hearing the end, I feel like my heart has been sawed back and forth by a rusty blunt knife, which is bloody and bloody.

However, Singer did not intend to stop here. He slowed down a bit, loaded his tone and expression, and raised his head to ask Qin Yan: "Aren't you going to ask me, why do you have to dismantle yourself? —— Don't plan to say something like ' Even if you don’t serve me, as a bionic person, there are still other jobs you can do, can you change the owner’ or something like that?”

"Do I look like such a cold-blooded human being?" Qin Yan immediately put on an exaggerated expression of grievance when he heard it say that.

The back of Singer's head let out a "creak" of the system's stuttering.

Qin Yan laughed out loud: "Human beings are also very skinny - how should I put it, maybe I would ask such a question before, but... In short, during the period of your 'death', various things happened. All kinds of things, getting to know all kinds of people and bionics," he stopped, imitating Nuo Nuo's appearance, and rolled his eyes, "I have changed my understanding of bionics, now, even if you Not to mention, I also know that it is not so easy to change the owner easily-you are my bionic person, and you think that you are not needed by me. According to the logic of bionic people, you will naturally treat yourself as a discarded waste product. That's it, right?"

This incident has always been a wound in Qin Yan's heart.

He didn't rush to seek answers from Singer, but asked Nuonuo privately, and thought about it for a long time.

I thought I had completely clarified my thoughts and made complete preparations, so I asked Singer for confirmation.

Two individuals across races, even across living things and non-biological things, want to truly understand each other, just waiting for the other side to tell themselves is not enough—before that, it was Singer who was trying to shorten the distance between them. Distance, as a human being, he should have subjective initiative, and he has to work harder.

He thought that his judgment this time must be correct.

Can't help but show the expression of "waiting to be praised".

Unexpectedly, Singer shook his head after nodding his head: "Although your judgment is not wrong, in fact... that's not all."

"Eh?" Qin Yan didn't think of it, "Then, what's the reason?"

Singer lowered his head slightly, the barcode flickered strangely, then raised his head to stare into Qin Yan's eyes: "Actually, I also wanted to take a gamble at that time—bet that you would find me back."