[Quick Transmigration] The target of the strategy is always wrong

Eisen was leaning against the head of the bed, and Joe was lying beside him, the two of them were relatively speechless.

"I want you to belong to me alone." Inexplicably, Eisen said such a sentence.

"I'm a worker." Joe said, he slightly raised his head to look at Eisen, "No one can own me for a long time, unless he buys all my future time."

"I don't need it." Eisen showed a smug smile, "You are a robot belonging to Quell Machinery Manufacturing Company, and I have my own way to make you belong to me forever."

Joe frowned, and when Eisen was talking, he found that the fluorescent work ID on his left chest had disappeared. Joe touched the place where his work ID had been, and approached Eisen with his arms in disbelief. He said : "You have a way."

"Yes." Eisen said with a smile, "Now, you are my robot."

Ah, that's right, Eisen's current identity is a rich second generation, and his father is the legendary machine tycoon, the founder of Quill Group.

Eisen took Joe back to his villa. Although most of the current household management uses robots, Eisen doesn't like it. He doesn't like inanimate things. biological comparison.

So, even if the human butler asks for a high price now, but Eisen doesn't care about it, who told him to become a rich man now?

Joe walked into the villa. He was curious about everything around him like a child. As robots, they have the instinct of active learning and judging the situation.

"You can go and have a look." Eisen took Joe's hand and led him to his study, "This will be your home from now on."

When Joe was just born, he never had the concept of home, because he was created to serve women, he didn't need a home, all he needed was a body, a job, and money.He had only been created for less than three months, and for the first time he was curious about something other than work.

"Who is he?" Joe picked up the photo frame on the desk. Inside was a handsome man. He was looking away, but he smiled very beautifully. They had the same face. "He is me."

"No, he's not you." With that said, Eisen walked behind Joe and took the photo frame and left it on the table, "You are him, because of him, you were created."

"Who is he?" Joe asked relentlessly, wanting to know the story of his own face.

"He is Joe Anderson, the most famous superstar on earth 200 years ago. He has achieved an era and is a genius of interpretation." It seems that as long as Anderson is mentioned, Eisen can't stop, "He is a natural actor. , he shaped countless classics, but died young at the age of 35."

Eisen's eyes were a little sad. He walked around Joe and sat on the chair, staring at the photo closely, as if the person in the photo would eventually respond to himself, as if recalling, he said: "The first The first time I saw him was in a museum, and I was attracted by his beauty at that time, so I decided to make a robot as attractive as him, so I made you, Joe, a new generation of robot lovers. "

"Why me?" Joe was puzzled. Machines are usually produced in large batches. Why is it just him, a robot that has already been put into use? "You can go find a brand new Joe that just got made."

"No, it's different." Eisen shifted his gaze to Joe's face, as if looking at a treasure in the world, "You are unique."

[Host, is this true? ] The system saw Eisen telling lies, and couldn't help asking, because Eisen was too real, 【This person is obviously from your world. 】

【yes. 】Eisen said briskly,【I was impressed when I first saw him on TV. It's a little dream come true. 】

The system didn't know how to speak, he just felt that his host had become more and more rogue, so the unfathomable things at the beginning were all fake.

"Am I unique?" Joe's face showed a blank look. "No one has ever said that I am unique."

"Because I like you, I think you are unique." Eisen explained, looking at Joe tenderly from the beginning to the end.

Joe shook his head and said, "No one likes a robot. People like robots mostly because of what they do. Like I do with women. They love robots more like cats and dogs. Or, more lightly."

"People don't like robots because robots will never respond to their emotions." Eisen's eyes were fixed on Joe, and the smile disappeared. "Will you respond to my emotions, Joe."

"Of course, I like you very much." Joe showed a perfect smile, his smile is enough to make any woman fall for him.

But Eisen just shook his head and said, "No, you don't have feelings." With that said, he stood up and stretched out his hand to Joe: "Come on, I'll take you to the garden."

It is said to be a garden, but it is actually just a greenhouse.Anne is watering the carefully cultivated flowers inside. Anne is the gardener of Quill. She likes to cultivate ancient flowers of various states. The beautiful flowers that were originally extinct always fascinate her.

In the greenhouse, everything seemed to be in order. Eisen smiled at Annie, and Annie would do the same, but she kept her eyes fixed, as if she hadn't seen Joe at all, an inexplicable sense of neglect, yes, Annie doesn't like robots, she has a fear or disgust.

"She seems to be a robot." Joe was always observing the only worker in the greenhouse, and after seeing her formulaic smile, he leaned slightly and whispered in Eisen's ear.

Eisen did laugh, how funny, he obviously hated robots, but was regarded by robots as his own kind.However, as a human gardener, she must do better than a robot, so that she can be employed. It is precisely because of her emotions that the flowers she cultivates are incomparably fragrant.

"She's a human being." Eisen didn't have any scruples, so he answered in a normal voice.Joe was puzzled, and he tilted his head to observe Annie carefully.

Anne naturally heard the words just now, and felt that the robot was looking at her, but she felt uncomfortable, and said sternly: "You rude robot, take your eyes away from my face .”

After being yelled at by humans, Joe's program told him he had done something wrong. He apologized politely, and then visited the garden alone with Eisen's permission.

"I'm willing to say that you don't like robots." Looking at Joe's tall back, Annie said, "When did you change your taste?"

Eisen and Annie grew up together as childhood sweethearts. Although there are many secrets between the two, they still treat each other calmly when they get along.

Eisen shook his head and said with a smile, "He is unique."

"I don't think so." Annie gently stroked the delicate flowers. Her father was also a gardener, and she inherited all her skills from her father, even her work. However, she loved her work, "Robots can never be truly unique, they are all the same, have the same program, and exist to please humans."

Eisen walked up to Annie, stroked the flower like her, and continued: "Do you remember what I told you? I want to build a society where humans and robots can be truly free." A society living together in harmony."

"Don't be too whimsical!" Annie was a little angry. She took two steps back to calm down her mood, and then looked at Eisen seriously without a hint of jokes, and couldn't help hanging her heart, "It is human beings who created machines. , according to the past words, human beings are their creators and have the power to decide their 'life and death'."

"Then what if they have feelings?" Eisen's eyes were fixed on Annie, and Annie's expression froze. She looked at Eisen in disbelief, and asked in a trembling voice: "You, What do you want to do?"

"They shouldn't just be machines serving humans, a piece of garbage that can be eliminated at any time." Eisen was talking to humans almost from the perspective of a robot. He looked at Joe's back and said, "So, he That's unique."

"This world will be messed up." Annie couldn't help worrying about her bamboo horse. If robots have emotions, can humans really use them as tools?

Eisen just shook his head, and smiled inscrutablely: "After the chaos, there will be a new stability. Only at that time, this world will become a truly perfect world."

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The author has something to say: Eisen smiled inscrutablely (inner OS: ah, it’s so tiring to pretend.)

Well, the protagonist wants to do something =￣ω￣=