Doomsday Wonderland

In a tragic family story from the 1970s, where do you insert futuristic sci-fi characters?

Bohemia and Yuan Xiangxi watched the robot enter the room and didn't know what to say for a moment. The robot's guest etiquette was indeed impeccable; it did not forget to nod to the family pets. After turning around and closing the door, it turned its head like a stapler to the three people and thanked them: "Thank you, your home is so beautiful. Yes. The photo fell, let me pick it up for you."

The family photos that the puppeteer had thrown away when he lost his temper were still scattered on the ground. The mechanical arm that opened and protruded from J7's body changed its appearance again at this time. After the two pieces of metal were opened and clamped, a few photos were "shoveled" up. The stapler-shaped head tilted slightly towards the photo, and a white light suddenly lit up around the edge - as if some program had been activated.

"This is really a beautiful wedding photo," it "looked" at one of the photos for a few seconds, then placed it back on the small round table. "Is it here?"

Yuan Xiangxi was stunned and nodded: "Ah... that, yes."

"Where did you come from?" Bohemia finally couldn't help it anymore and asked the question that had been hovering over their heads: "This is a copy, don't you know? What are you doing here, playing a telephone role?"

J7 paused on the spot, a mechanical arm stuck in the air, and his head turned for a while: "...Huh?"

"No, what the hell are you!"

J7 seemed to be even more confused than she was. His stapler-shaped head turned back and forth, but nothing came out except the slight sound of the machine running.

Bohemia couldn't understand it, so she simply raised her head and shouted upstairs: "My lord, my lord! A strange thing has come into the house!"

A black shadow appeared silently at the top of the stairs. When he slowly walked downstairs "creeping, creaking", it seemed that the originally warm and bright first floor was shivering with cold. No matter what time it is, the puppet master always looks like he has been painted a pale white color, with no trace of blood at all - only J7 doesn't think this human being is any different at all. He still stretches out his robotic arm towards him and says: "This is the first time. See you, hello.”

The puppet master paused for two seconds, seemingly stunned for the first time.

"...Not the veterinarian arranged by the copy?"

His wife immediately took a few steps closer and explained in a low voice: "You may not have heard clearly. I just said on the calendar that the veterinarian came to 'visit' the sugar cube, which means that it has been seen and gone now."

"I noticed that you seem to have questions about me. I am a self-aware mechanical life form that happened to be passing by."

J7's robotic arm was still stretched out straight, and it was not yet realized that the puppeteer would not shake hands with it: "At the same time, I also noticed that when I walked in, I received a series of signals from nowhere. , formed an information flow, allowing me to automatically judge your identity. Are you the evolvers who entered the dungeon? Are you not a husband and wife... and a cat? "

"Does a cat look like this?" Bohemia pointed to her face.

J7 thought for a while. "Well, there are indeed two sets of logic running in this area. I think your situation is complicated, so I'd better not get involved. Goodbye."

It left immediately without any delay - the three people watched it turn around and use its mechanical arm to twist and turn on the door handle for a while.

The "click-click" sound when the metal hit it lasted for a long time in silence. J7 even patted it several times in the end, and finally turned back again and pointed at the door: "I can't open it."

None of them showed any surprise.

Yuan walked to the west, opened the door smoothly without any trouble, and stood in the porch. J7 seemed confused for a moment, and was about to follow him out, but suddenly stopped at the door.

"But if I leave, you won't have..." It thought for a moment, "There will be no bread machine. This makes me feel that I can't leave."

"As expected, I knew you wanted to play the role of household appliances!" Bohemia clapped her hands, "This copy is really——"

She promptly swallowed back the half-sentence of "I'm pretty good at assigning roles" and changed it to: "This dungeon is really easy. You can pass the level just by playing a role."

Of course, a toaster has no purpose of going in and out of the house by itself. While J7 was mumbling that this was a serious downgrade for itself, it honestly accepted its fate - anyway, even if it didn't accept it, it couldn't let itself out.

"Didn't you lie to me?" J7 walked into the corridor, his stapler-shaped head turning in circles, as if he was not at ease if he kept looking at everyone: "Humans are a species full of deceit... Eh, eh?”

I don't know where its "eyes" are; its head quickly turned to the living room, and then even the electronic sound was raised a little higher: "Lin Sanjiu? Is that Lin Sanjiu?"

The puppeteer closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Are there any bastards she doesn't recognize?"

...When the three of them gathered around Lin Sanjiu and finally understood each other's situation roughly, the sound of rain outside the window still seemed like it would never stop, making the interior of the house dim. gray. 1 After the electricity was turned on, the hostess Yuan Xiangxi simply turned on all the lights, and the whole house was immersed in a bright warm yellow. He made himself a cup of hot tea at some point, took a sip, and exhaled a long breath: "So, let's rest now and wait for the wine to wake up on its own?"

Bobimia was already drowsy. The puppeteer, who was dressed in jet black leather, was sitting on a single sofa, still looking surly and surly. He looked out of tune with the warm and peaceful family atmosphere, as if death metal had suddenly been added to a softly hummed lullaby. Toaster was the only "person" who was worried about Lin Sanjiu's condition, and he would come over from time to time to listen to her heartbeat.

"I don't know much about the physiological functions of the human body," J7 suggested. "If she still can't wake up, why not try to electrify her?"

"Maybe," Yuan Xiangxi said vaguely, looking like he was about to fall asleep.

The living room fell into silence again, except for Bobimia's steady and long breathing, rising and falling on the edge of snoring. It's hard to believe that the current house is a copy of 1; the sound of rain seems to have a hypnotic effect, hitting the eardrums and gradually relaxing their nerves - to be honest, if it weren't for Lin Sanjiu, their lives would still be uncertain. , is indeed a rare luxury opportunity to relax physically and mentally at the end of the world.

The puppet master stood up gently and looked around at the people on the ground. There are so many people around him, but none of them are his dolls.

The sound of leather as he walked did not wake anyone up. Only the bread machine turned its head slightly and a faint light lit up around the edge. J7 didn't say anything, and the puppet master certainly had no intention of talking to others. When he was about to walk out of the living room, he suddenly stopped and looked back at Lin Sanjiu on the ground.

Under his gaze, Lin Sanjiu's eyes were tightly closed, her lips were pale, and a layer of sweat gradually appeared on her forehead. The sweat trembled little by little, like the sparkling water of a lake that had been broken up. Immediately, her skin, hair, and body also trembled with the waves, becoming more and more intense.

"What's wrong with her?" J7 immediately got up.

Yuan Xiangxi and Bohemia opened their sleepy eyes; when they saw Lin Sanjiu's strange behavior, they both woke up immediately. "Can you complete the upgrade this time?" Bohemia said as she jumped off the sofa and squatted down next to her - as soon as she squatted down, she jumped up again and shouted: "Eh?"

Everyone immediately turned their attention to her.

Bohemia had no time to explain, so she hurriedly bent down again, touched the man's hand a few times, and actually pulled out a long whip. "This, isn't this Lin Sanjiu's tornado whip? Didn't she take it out before?"

The puppet master twisted around and took a few steps closer, the leather making a sharp sound. Yuan Xiangxi was sitting on the ground, and suddenly he felt something hit his knee; he reached out and picked up a can - it was not the can he got back from Big Bear Market, those cans had long been sold to Bohemia Throw it away - the one he picked up was obviously produced by Twelve Worlds, and the label also said: "Dry meat food, do not use special heat sources to heat it."

"That belongs to Lin Sanjiu too!" Bohemia shouted with sharp eyes.

As Lin Sanjiu's body trembled, more things she had put in her card library fell out. [The power of description], a mug filled with hot coffee, a pile of sand, and a large pile of identical field pants... Almost as soon as everyone understood the situation, a small area of ​​the living room was occupied by the constant flow of things. ground.

Bohemia suddenly took a deep breath: "Grab the toaster, let's run!"

"What?" Yuan Xiangxi got up, "Why?"

"Quick," Bohemia was no longer afraid of the puppet master, and squeezed to the door of the living room next to him in two steps: "Lin Sanjiu also has a container on her!"