Chapter 1293 Lin En's carefully arranged script (Part 2)
Once she closed her consciousness again, and after a period of silence, she fought against the bondage of the flesh plague with all her strength.
That time she suddenly opened her eyes.
But the rusty refrigerator was no longer in front of her.
It was raining heavily in the sky.
Darkness enveloped her.
She could not connect to the intelligent brain as before and have all-round perception and positioning, and she could not even turn her vision to see the surrounding situation. At that moment, she suddenly felt the biting cold and loneliness as never before, as if she was buried in a biting grave.
She tried hard to find that familiar figure.
But there was no one.
Everything seemed to tell her.
She was finally abandoned.
But a more terrible thought filled her consciousness as never before. Maybe she was not abandoned, but he...
He had...
That day.
She spent that stormy night alone, and it felt like a lifetime. She didn't use this time to break the flesh plague, and she didn't even know what she was doing. She just stood there motionless, with the rolling black fog above reflected in her eyes.
Waiting is undoubtedly the most tormenting.
But finally.
When the wind and rain stopped, she once again heard the familiar sound of machinery in the distance.
Saw the appearance of that familiar figure.
"I was struck by lightning hundreds of times and finally filled up--"
He shouted in her ear as if he was showing off, and then danced with his spare battery in front of her. The happy ヾ(◍°∇°◍)ﾉﾞ look on his screen didn't care about his burnt and damaged body at all.
And Silver Fantasy just watched through the flesh.
At that moment, she really wanted to kill him.
Because he was being stupid again.
He always thought that machines couldn't survive without charging, and he couldn't charge her before because of insufficient power.
At that moment, she was really furious.
Because he started to drag again.
The only difference this time was that he tied the fully charged battery to her body and inserted the circuit into the small hole in the flesh that he had finally pried out, thinking that in this way he could transfer electricity to her body and extend her life.
But he was really too naive!
Because although the power in the battery was constantly being consumed, it was not actually charged to her, but all leaked out - he thought he was very happy that he had charged it.
Not to mention.
She didn't need "electricity" as a low-level energy source to sustain battery life!
But she was not angry because of this.
But what exactly was she angry about...
She didn't know.
Just thinking of that stormy night, she found it difficult to control her emotions, and this would never have happened if it was normal before.
So the idea of warning him out loud was also dispelled by this unfounded anger.
She chose not to speak.
Because if she was still so stupid in the future, she would definitely not be able to survive in the dark world, and she would definitely have to suffer.
Who knows when she will suddenly die!
It’s better to die early if she is so stupid! !
So.
The unfounded anger lasted for a very long time.
But she didn’t seem to notice that since the night when she disappeared to get enough electricity to charge her, his dragging speed has become slower and slower.
Although he still yelled as usual.
Or he took out a shovel from his refrigerator to dig, or took a bottle of iced juice and gulped it down and then leaked it from the back.
But he was indeed getting slower and slower.
Until one day.
He suddenly stopped.
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At that time, Silver Fantasy still closed her eyes, concentrating on breaking the shackles of the flesh plague on her core processor. However, because of the lesson from the last time, as soon as he stopped this time, Silver Fantasy immediately opened her eyes and quickly locked him through the outer layer of flesh and blood.
Being vigilant to prevent him from doing stupid things again.
But this time he did not leave, he just stopped there rusty, his screen looked up, did not shout as usual, and did not come to tear her diseased flesh like ADHD.
Just stood there motionless, looking up.
"Commander sister - what do you say is above the black fog -"
Silver Fantasy thought he was just talking nonsense to himself again as usual, so he still ignored him.
But he kept looking there.
"Will there be sunshine -"
"I have read some books in the dark night city of the small refrigerator - they said - if you can leave the black fog -"
"You only need to stand in the sun to recharge your batteries - Commander sister - I think that must be a very satisfying thing -"
There was a look of hope on his screen.
Silver Fantasy still closed his eyes, ignoring his unrealistic and meaningless fantasy.
Because of energy sources like solar energy.
It has been eliminated for several epochs.
Only the most rudimentary machines can...
Silence fell all around.
He just stayed still.
When the breeze blew, he still maintained his previous appearance, looking at the sky with hope, like a small piece of rock that would no longer attract attention in this wilderness.
Just like those weak lives that continue to die every day in the dark world, they don't even deserve to have their own names, because no one will remember them.
That moment.
Silver Fantasy stared at his back blankly.
She finally spoke to him for the first time.
she said.
"Small refrigerator..."
But the figure didn't respond to her.
He was rusty there, still maintaining the posture of dragging her, and he still raised his head expectantly, as if he was still yearning for the sunshine that he had never seen before, but the screen was already covered with A layer of fine dust.
The wind and sand swept past.
The entire wasteland was filled with deathly silence.
"Small refrigerator...I can talk..."
"Did you hear my voice..."
"You can join the Cult of Mechanicus now... I will give you... a better machine... and everyone will... also treat you well..."
"You...did you hear..."
Deadly quiet.
He never moved again.
Everything happened so suddenly, it was as if his yelling was still echoing in your ears. He seemed to be the same as before, occasionally taking a wrench to twist his own screws, or holding a wrench. The tattered umbrella clung to her side, shivering as she waited for the rainy day to pass.
But suddenly everything seemed to be gone.
yes.
He is dead.
He also escaped from the battlefield, and he was already on the verge of damage. He couldn't even upload his consciousness. In fact, he couldn't hold on any longer...
Like two tombs.
It's obviously very close.
It's obviously within easy reach as long as you stretch out your hand.
But she could only watch.
…
…
"Small refrigerator...are you there..."
"Are you there..."
