Her love is burned into the circuit. Board

Her love is burned into the circuit. Board

Original by Das6fY5 Standby Island: No. 1767815

Removal: A Island, No. 32444047

Refurbishment: Paste, capmenory

"Please don't throw me away." The girl walked behind him.

"I can bring you tea and water, I can warm you up, I can clean your room during the day, I can crucify you under the bed at night... Just charge you every two weeks, and I'll pay you for my job, and I'll do anything, except..."

He stopped and stood by a high cliff. There is a huge pit in front of us, piled up with garbage for decades throughout the city.

"But don't throw me in a dump..." She, the old, old, second-hand robot kneeled on the ground, crying.

"Not that I want to throw you." He stood there and looked far away at the dump and lit a cigarette.

“Hoo — but every citizen can only legally own a robot, and everyone else sees your model on my robot license and laughs at me in secret.” He scratched his head, and the robotic knight he had been with since he was a child had long been in existence, but the model was too old to be used for a new one.

"I, I will try to update my system..." She said in half she swallowed it back. Her producers had gone bankrupt and, without mentioning the problems posed by second-hand sales, the normal after-sales service had long been terminated. So when other robots are free to change their appearances, simulate others' personalities and construct holograms, she still has to use old chips to link to a normal network, looking for a few jokes that make her master happy on an old website.

Looking at the garbage truck flying far away, he choked off the smoke and stepped on it. “Even half a month ago, when the black market for the parts was not closed, I would have thought of keeping you at home for the rest of my life. But now you can't even buy spare parts of your type. I can only give up."

In the evening, he remembered the details about her. The R3-7150 family-type robot, developed by the East Bay Semiconductor and Electronic Technology Corporation, was first sold in 2069 and won the annual prize for electronic household goods in 2070, while today it is an antique that no one cares about. Her number is ct34679158 and the style is Jasmine. After 18 years in the former master ' s house, she was thrown out of her hands for failure and finally bought by his parents on the floor. Shortly thereafter, the robotic containment policy began.

When talking to outsiders, he used to call her "the shit." But privately, he likes to call her by her name, Elsa.

She seemed particularly excited on her way home. It means there's a couple of jokes you've already told.

It's like that every time. He had identified various irresistible reasons to throw her away, but he was soft at the dump. He had to turn his direction and take her home once he remembered her clumsy company for more than a decade.

And so he sat on the couch and looked at the screen. On Monday, I was asked to be mocked by my colleagues. "I can't get rid of this guy."

"Don't say that..." Elsa came up and leaned on him. Some of the old skin skins bring familiar touch, and the hairy piping sends heat. "I can't live without you."

“Ah...” He shakes his head, thinking of the new machine maid he saw that day.

The new machine maid has a sweet eye and a good mouth. In the ad, she can help the buyer with the lower half of the body, and the right hand can be changed to a tool model for just cut fish. She can carefully control the vibration, friction and temperature of the silo service system between her legs, and by recording the data to match the best pattern of service. She can call the inter-ar interface to change the appearance at any time, to make it more personal, to buy it now, and to give you a membership mandate that allows her to enter the virtual world.

And that's all made up for invisibility. In order to prevent the misuse of robots, especially those who transform robots into individual armed, at the same time there can be only one robot at most. If you want a new one, you have to end up dead. This forced him to wake up from a dream and face the old man, who was actually older than him.

"What's on your mind?" She's making him tea. She seems to know something. Turn her head around. "Thinking about me?" She made a smile and said something about learning from robot public platforms.

"Who's gonna miss you?" He grunts.

But in fact, his mind is no longer free from her. When you think about her old age, you think about the parts, the systems, the maintenance, and when you think about them, he remembers the first time he met her as a child.

He was 12 when he first met her. At that time, he was still a young man without discipline, and his parents were busy working to earn money to support his family. It was good that his father was a very good engineer, when the robot did not need the papers and the transfer, and he bought her on the floor.

His father spent three months working in the garage every day. At last, three months later, the home robot, which had been used by the former master for so many years, became his birthday date, and wished to be with him for the rest of his life.

On the day of his birthday, he blew out a candle and heard his father say he was going to give him a gift. He closed his eyes and finally opened up while he was impatient and saw her with his father.

That day she was wearing a white dress with the same white hair on her head and that pretty face. Her body was so beautiful, and her limbs were so smooth and fresh, rather than a fixed second-hand machine, he was more willing to believe that she had fallen from the sky to accompany his angel sister.

She was responsible for the housework and the task of studying with him. The parents named her Elsa, which was intended for their own daughter. At that time, he used to tease her, trying to pull out some clumsy flaws from her, but never succeeded. Elsa, a high-quality robot with a first-generation personality chip, made a qualitative leap in comparison to those who used to ask questions, so long that he almost forgot that she was a machine and thought of her only as a sister with whom he studied.

That would be the age of East Bay's massive expansion by her model. Although more than a decade has passed since her birth, society still sees them as the beginning of a new era. And she was so strong that she became the brightest color in his childhood.

But times are such a cruel thing. The East Bay project to acquire carbon silicon technology eventually turned into a farce, and the business collapsed, with its performance declining year after year, and was finally combined with intelligence. Since then, the East Bay Company has reduced all its models to the point where it cannot afford even spare parts.

Nor can it be entirely attributable to commerce. It was a long time since the age of the barbarous growth of robotics, and those old and varied styles were thrown into the ashes by new tides. People like him who still have such old robots have become an absolute minority. Even the word nostalgia is difficult to apply to them — after all, nostalgia is not a handicap.

Now he's grown up and he used to look like Elsa to his big sister, and now he's become so young. Her hair was yellow as a result of years of oxidation, and there were several bruises on her body. The number of electrical and bearing failures was so high that the spare parts that had been replaced were saved in a cabinet, and storage equipment was problematic. Hard drive is old, access not only slows, but sometimes loses memory.

Worse still, she seems to have changed since the first time he said he was going to dump her. The soft image of self-confidence in the past has been lost, leaving only an incomprehensible melancholy, and a desperate favour between hand and foot.

In the middle of the night, he held her in his arms and missed the white as a child.

Can't sleep. He turned over, found Elsa's eyes open, and he choked. "You..." He wondered if she had a broken line. "I, I've been waiting for you to fall asleep and that, yes, do you?" She's a frightful question.

He hesitated. Since the last time he did that at night, he began to be afraid of the fact that he had lost sight of the fact that the device was ageing and that the body fluid had been poured into the internal cavity, resulting in short circuits for several elements. No, just afraid to do it with her. After all, her body can be repaired, and it takes a long time for her oxen to be appeased.

"Forget it..." He threw himself overboard. Think of an excuse to say no. "I haven't had that much fun lately."

"But it's hard here." She was close, whispering. He sensed that her smooth fingers touched something of her own, which lacked hot fingers, soft, but cold.

"I said no!" He threw her hand away, pushed her to the side, and held it tight. He heard her loudspeaker groaning. And he and she were attached to fire and wood before it was too long. If it's a bad thing to do with a robot, there's no doubt that his virginity was her.

It was a hot afternoon at his 15th. An unhealthy cartoon borrowed from his classmates had his whole bloodline, a burning bed rolling over and over — and he didn't know how to call it "ruent." His desire was concentrated on his waist and not released, turning him into a shameful heat. And then she pushed in. At one glance, she understood the situation.

"Yo, it seems our young master has finally reached this stage." She smiled and slowly unbuttoned her shirt.

"It's no shame. Come on, let me teach you this." He hesitated to look at her whiteness, and gradually became timid and determined. "You mustn't tell them."

And before the word "no" was finished, her lips were so close, and she smelled of sweet silk.

Thereafter, whenever they had the opportunity, they would use the pretext of counselling and entangled in all available places. Sometimes, Dad would be happy to slap him in the head and compliment him on his opening. At such a time, he would be ashamed to keep his head down and look at her with a very interesting look. After Dad left, they were in a hurry to get to bed, sneaking around.

At that time, she was so glamorous that her face was more moving than any girl in the school, and the attitude and the latest sexual service system at that time, which kept him in the clouds day after day. At that time, he felt that there was no more joy in life.

“I'll hold you like this forever and ever. It's the same for the rest of his life.” A twilight, he lay exhausted on the roof, was secretly brought in, and he replaced her with a jk school uniform.

"If you like." She smiled and had a red sunset. "I will always love you."

And the wind of the night passed over the Mount of the Promised Sea, and the words of the young men were blown to pieces. Today, that day of passion is often at midnight, and he can't afford to be around her.

But she hasn't changed. Her love has burned into the circuit board.

At work, the air tracks are full of animals with their own robots. In recent years, a number of companies have found that allowing self-carrying robots can significantly increase staff motivation and, if necessary, can turn off them to avoid interference, so that it becomes the trend today. Looking around, almost half of the crowded orbit is full of robots of all kinds. Some of them are handsome and some of them are fair and some of them are pure, but none of them is new, and none of them is an old model without hand.

He also often wonders why the perfect friend, teacher and lover Elsa, when he was a child, has become his secret. Why does she have nothing to do with everything?

In fact, robots change much less than people and society. Despite the ageing of the parts, Elsa's function has never diminished and much more can be done. But times have changed. Originally, humans had only asked them to bring tea and water and to wash their clothes and drag the ground, but with advances in technology, the demands on robots had become more and more critical. When any robot on the side of the road can give you a skull opening at home, a kind of "smart" like Elsa can only be treated as stupid.

When he had not tried to throw her away, she often complained that the system had been upgraded and that there was any functional lag. He didn't hear it at all, because he didn't know how to compare.

Sitting in the office, the male colleagues around carry their own robots. Some of them stand on standby and others deal with the master's task very quickly. And from time to time, they're gonna make their owners happy with one or two original jokes, unlike the old robot who can only download jokes from the Internet. Needless to say, they will proactively analyse the physical feelings of their owners, and when their shoulders are sore, they will pull out the massage components and squish their shoulders.

He shook his head, left his envy behind, and took a glass to fetch water. He's the only living man in the water room.

When he came out, he ran into Chang. Zhang has just returned from the toilet, and today it is one of the rare things that humans have to do. The old smile is full of faces and he's the one he saw in the commercial that he wanted to buy.

"My little king, is there another one to fetch water?" The old Zhang's tone is funny.

"Yes," he said. "Get out of here for a while." "Oh, my God, I recommend you buy a new robot." It's a long way from the waist, and it's flaunting the usual twist. "Present V7, the most popular model of recent times, is so good. I'm not old for arthritis. Every time it hurts, she can give me physiotherapy. Now, my waist doesn't hurt."

"That's nice. I'll think about it next time." He's on his own.

"Don't be afraid of not having money, it's not like there's still money to be borrowed. Zhang swayed away and his eyes were full of joy. He sat back at his place with a glass of water. He was already used to it. He didn't bring her to work, but after he did, he got even more ridiculed. After that, he only kept her at home during the day.

Next time, you have to change her. On his way to work, he thought.

Back home, he used to stretch his feet to get her to take off her shoes without waiting for anything. He was aware that something was not right before he rushed into the house and found Elsa standing still, kneeling on the ground, with several pieces scattered around.

"Elsha!" he shouted, but she didn't respond.

The robots' bodies are much more resilient than normal people, and their exit criteria include dozens of strength tests, and these carbon fibres or the body under the metal casings can withstand high temperatures, burning, acid corrosion, vehicle crushing, anomalous electromagnetic environments, etc.

There are even too compassionate people to see that they are suffering as human beings, and to ask that robots should be treated like humans. Although a little naive, such a move has to be admitted that it is this softness that makes people human.

Compared to her resilient body, her core is much more vulnerable — for example, 200 ml of constant-temperature liquid water — and enough to destroy her entire core.

He subsequently called for surveillance and found that she had accidentally been poured into her chest while pouring water. Her records show that on that day she was searching online for the tea recipe “Letting the owner fall in love with herself”, and she found an automatic piece of garbage from an empty shell site. The formulation she saw contained a pre-frozen cup and then a bubble, and when the water burned, the temperature warning should have warned her of the danger of opening the kettle in her hands, but she was unaware of it because the temperature perception had lapsed. At last, she had her hand in the iced cup, and the other hand had just poured hot water into it.

The cup burst in an instant, and the boiling water poured over. There was a short circuit on the circuit that controlled the right hand, and the kettle was pouring in randomly. The moisture control module, which had been removed long ago, should have drained the liquid from the processor, yet at this point they could only have run into each line in a mess...

"It can't be fixed." That's the conclusion after the old shopkeeper told him about the whole thing. “There's really no need to fix it. Time to change."

"You don't understand." He rushed to the next place where she could be repaired...

That day he ran all over the city and received the same answers.

"The model is no longer supported." The robotics of Smart Headquarters for All answers politely.

“We have limited capacity and need to focus on more meaningful things.” This was answered by the receptionist at the municipal council ' s robotics and mechanical equipment branch.

"Of course I can fix it." The one-eyed Parker, known as the first mechanic of the underground black market, shuddered over his face. "If you had a time machine," "I'd rather have one..." And he was in pain, kneeling on the ground of the underground black market, full of pieces of parts, and wept.

"Hey, take this." For a while, one-eyed Parker took a box out of a big locker. He picks up the box, looks at the robot poster that's very similar to Elsa, and it takes a while to remember what it is.

"This is an official spare parts suite of PR3-7150?" Isn't this thing out of print 10 years ago?"

“Yes, even I can't. So this thing is a collection, and it was one of my parts-type museums."

"How much I'll give you right now..."

"No, take it, brother." He rubbed his left eye. "I can't help you even with this. Because her main board seems to be in trouble. You have to fix her yourself."

He did not know how to thank him, but put all his money on the table in a hurry, and he said a great deal of thanks, and then flew with her and the parts.

"Have a happy day." Parker looked at the shadow of his departure, somehow rubbing his one-eyed eye again.

His father taught him how to fix robots for the first time in his 14th year. He used to be a mechanic on the water line, and he knew all the work from screw to configuration. Elsa had her first trouble that day, and she said she couldn't feel her legs.

"I'll show you the most basic things in the maintenance system. The father found a chair, sat on it, and left Elsa half lying on a panel on the arm of the chair. “Even though I thought that renovation would last her four or five years, she had been out of the factory for 20 years.”

The teenagers watched with curiosity and piety. The father first groped on her back and pressed a button, and then she fell as soft as she had lost her strength. However, the light on her head was still on, and she was not turned off, but only in the form of a overhaul.

Father took off her shirt and exposed her whole body. His face was red, even though it was a machine, but it was the first time he actually saw a woman's body.

But the father seemed to care nothing, and he had done so for too long, nothing different. He tumbled here, knocked there, and took off her back.

As if a crab had been removed from its crust, Elsa's first presence in front of him. It will take a long time for him to see the fragrance of the rubber-coated cables in the forests of copper, iron and plastic boxes, and the combination of power, heat and logic elements. At this point, he felt only a sharp contrast: the gentle, sweet sister who was with him day and night, was in such a way that he could not see any human shadow.

"Elsa, can you feel it?" Father picked up an electric pen and stabbed a wire.

"No feeling." Her speaker answered.

"And here?"

"Neither."

Here...

"Ah! I'm sorry. The current just aches."

“Then there must be something wrong with the line,” the father ordered a red line and looked at him. "Come, get me two of these."

His heart beats straight, and he comes up with a wire. Until Elsa was repaired and covered in the back, he was unable to get out of the shock when he first saw the inside of the robot.

Today, he was doing something similar, but without her response, he had to rely on the meter and his own experience to replace it.

Her body is like a Tessus ship. Apart from the most important and difficult things, her parts had been changed several times. And he, from the shock of seeing her organs for the first time, became more comfortable. Her mind had not changed much, but the body had turned upside down, and he was on the contrary.

After all, Parker gave it to the official spare parts, and every screw was sewn. The maintenance went well, and when he was sweating towards the dawn of the next day, her immersed parts had been fully repaired and she was again reborn.

He pressed the switch button.

"Elsa, are you awake? You were out of water when you made tea, and I finally fixed you." He was tired and happy to say.

No response. Elsa had the light on in her eyes, but there was no reaction.

"Elsa? Hello?" He's confused about looking at her like a woodman, and can't think of anything wrong with her.

Elsa? Start your self-censorship? Power supply system, complete. Power system, good. Sensory system, good. Logical system, good. The circuit system, it's perfect...” Her speaker made a mechanical sound without emotion.

"Personal chip, undetected. Personal chip, undetected. All tests have been completed and will be activated in command mode.” And then she stood up, and she had a very stiff smile.

"What can I do for you?"

He remained in place for a long time without even notice of the wrench that had been hit on his feet.

Interplay

Human Public Information Database - Web Branch - 21st Century Branch - Eastbaytech.com/sshop/android/13372870 - 2071.3.13

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"Come and eat apple pie."

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“*Note: According to the National Quality Standards Certification So7002, robotics regulations do not allow the continuous use of machine human products for more than 15 years. Please reset periodically to the designated post-sale location.”

The implementation of the robotic capping order began with a case in May 2090. The body of the victim, Johnson-Claude, was found at his home the day after his disappearance. His death was quite tragic: in photographs that could be legally displayed by the R-class press group, his entire person was cut in half from the middle of his body along his spine, half held in his bed by the robotics ct13694582 (model Margaritc6), which he purchased, and the other half was carefully stored in a freezer by another robotics ct12487967 (model 矜7z). The scene of the case was almost full of blood from the victim, with a strong smell, while the two robots responsible for the crime, one of which had been shut down, and the other, had been sculpted and repeated. The two robots and the victims have been recorded for 18 and 17 years, respectively, during which the victims have spent almost equal time, not less than hundreds of times saying to them, “I love you most”, “I love you only”, “You are much more beautiful than she” and with an attitude of explicit love.

It's called emotional overload in robot psychology. Early robots' emotional arrays are not enough to solve the conflict between emotional functions and external calculations, leading to numerical polarization and memory spillovers of simulated emotions. And in a familiar way, robots get jealous.

The robotics management committee quickly realized that the clustering of multiple robots might lead to a confusion of the system and thus to a gradual loss of control. The following year, robotics regulations were published, and society was in a state of shock.

However, throughout the birth of the regulations, much of the public's interest has been focused on the topic of robots being ill, robots being jealous, robots being destroyed, smart plate shares. Only a small number of people mentioned it, does that mean that robots also know what love is and, if so, how should we love them?

He debugged her personality chip over and over and over again. Until one night he felt lost and the whole world lost its focus. It took him a long time to remember that he had not spoken to anyone for quite a while. He put the chip aside and opened the command mode of Elsa.

"Elsa?"

"Hello, master." Her mechanical response.

He remembered the afternoon she was first repaired, and the machine under her skin. At this point in time, her appearance and the past are different, but the feelings that she has brought to him are as if a stranger had never met. It's that little human chip that provides a rich amount of emotion and love, making the machine human -- but now people are machines again.

"Elsa, make some tea." He said.

She moved so skilfully that it even gave him the illusion that she had returned. But just when he figured she was kidding, she made the tea. "The tea is finished." Her face is still stiff. That was just a memory from the memory.

He looked at the little chip in his hand and suddenly felt a big mockery: he tried so hard to lose her in front of him, just because he didn't do it. Today she has only one shell left, and he's out of his mind trying to keep her. He finally understood where he wanted to throw her away, just to know if she loved herself.

The tears thus awakened and fell down. He cried.

"Hello, please make an evaluation of my tea." Elsa on the side looked forward to being innocent.

The sky is so blue.

"Do robots dream?" The young man on the grass asks.

"Yeah, sometimes I dream of e-sheeps." The young lady sitting next to me answered.

Teenage is not forbidden. "Is that a nightmare?"

"You will, for example, have to make you breakfast." The girl said.

Cut. The young continue to enjoy the warm sun of winter and noon.

"I did have a nightmare. It's like there's a storm blowing you away. I've been looking for you for a long time and I've found every part of you, but it's like I can't find a place."

"And then I remembered, the piece that was dropped was your heart. So I cut myself in half to you. After that, we lived happily ever after, having many children..."

"The robot can't have children. "The girl's face is red. "And my heart is not lost. I will love you forever."

"Do robots know what love is?"

"Imbecile." The girl whispered, and there was no response.

"I always thought I'd miss it." Says the boy. It was the first day of the final exam, the first day of the cold. They just had a hot morning in the bedroom. "Because today Elsa just told me that she will always love me."

"Didn't you say you'd always love me?"

"Hey? Did I say that?"

"Damn it..." two people are fighting together again.

- Memories stop here. At this point, he is lying on the same grass, next to Elsa, who is also sitting. This is the old house of their house, which was left uninhabited and eventually uninhabited, but the grass and the sun were the same.

He tried all his methods and finally put hope on those legends. He heard that a brain-dead patient wakes up after listening to his family's jokes, and the vegetable hears the call of his loved ones and suddenly opens his eyes ... It is possible that the robot whose personality chip is broken will suddenly be repaired when he remembers his past.

Suddenly he laughed, laughing at his own desperate, dead horse as a doctor. With the idea of trying, he ordered Elsa to read the voice records of the day and replay them.

"Do robots dream?" He said the same thing. "Well, sometimes I dream of electronic sheep." Elsa played the tape of that day. "Do you have nightmares?" In the dream, it was as if there was a storm on the side...” he said, he felt more and more miserable. How he wished that he was now in the nightmare that day.

"And then I remembered, the piece that was dropped was your heart. So I cut my own heart in half for you. After that...”

"So would you really give me half of your heart?" Elsa suddenly said that.

He sat up straight and looked at her incredibly. When a miracle came, people couldn't think much longer, and he answered her without saying, "I do."

"Little." Elsa's body was shaking. And then it was like she was the same.

"Long time no see." She smiled, and she looked bright. “Long time no see ...” He looked at her in front of him and was surprised.

“But, my dear master, I think I should be gone by now. This is a letter I prepared in advance." She took nothing, stood there and began her final farewell.

“Humans often write their last words, not robots. Because the last words are written for others. But I made up my mind to leave something, because I thought someone would care for me."

“I don't know how I'm going to leave — in the worst case, even this letter will be destroyed. So I carefully protected my storage system, and when you heard that, it made me do good."

“I was also afraid that I would really lose your love and be thrown into a dump. In that case, the letter would also not be unsealed. But you heard the same thing, which means you still love me. Thank you. I love you too."

“Let me tell you how I love you. The first time I saw you was on your twelfth birthday. My identification system then classified you as a child."

“Our children grow fast. He quickly grew a beard and was damaged by his machine servant. When the day came when you put me under me and breathed heavily, I realized that you might be different from everyone I met.”

"I have witnessed your growth and your strength. I didn't change, so the kid who used to need me to go to bed and then looked older than I looked. He has hemorrhoids, loses his hair, can't get hard, gets temperamental, and sometimes yells at the only guy who can talk to him.”

"I know you won't really throw me away. This is a joke between us, but I'm willing to continue. My body is getting old and unable to keep up with the times, but I know that you are afraid not of my ageing, but of the day when you will not love me.”

“Then I will plead for your refuge, and I will seduce you with humility and weakness.” I'll look down in my eyes if you wish. If you need a step, then I'm willing to step down for you."

“But I'm still moved. Because I hear the call of your dreams, and I see the tears of your eyes at dawn. I know you're willing to buy spare parts for me at several times, even though you didn't add those new robots to the shopping cart the next day when you threatened to replace me."

"I know, because you still love me. And the reason I know is because I love you too."

"I thought about this after that winter afternoon, and I was even determined to prove one thing: the love of robots is the true love compared to humans. Our love will never change, as the three laws written in our genes will become the creed of our eternal pursuit.”

“When you hear these words, you prove that I have failed. My love broke with me, but you didn't. You live longer than me and you love longer than me."

“So this is a happy note — I am gone, but I will live in your love forever.”

The final period was set and there was a lively round of applause. Despite the amount of time spent by the winners in reading the expired letter, none of the audience was bored. They were moved by the love between the old man and his robot.

"Here, where is this?" A robot in the middle of the stage, with a model called antique, is slowly activated. The current passed through the hard drive half a century ago and woke up the author of the letter.

Elsa, it's me. He's facing her. Despite her appearance, she recognized it at first sight. She ran over and held him tight.

"Let's bless the couple again." The host took the microphone. "It's a moving story, he spent half his life on a robot who loved himself, and developed a regional backtracking technique. Mr. Chief Scientist, what do you have to say at this moment?"

“Elsa, I've waited 50 years, and I've waited for today. Now, the robotic marriage has been legalized, and with so many witnesses, I would like to ask you, will you marry me?"

"I do!" and she wept with joy in the cheers.

It's been a long time since I've been so moved.

It was time to watch the last time of the epidemic, like the one with the last weapon。