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Chapter 222 01. Lu Lili is super pretty!Everyone go and see it!
Long sand dunes stretch as far as the eye can see.

This is the edge of the Fourteenth Ring Road, a desert area where not a single blade of grass grows.

The scenery here is nice - not referring to the desert.Because if you get close enough to the edge, you will feel that your body is much clearer than usual, and you can see the endless sea of ​​stars spreading to the left and right in front of you, like a widescreen.

It's a pity that the sun ring separation device can't protect here.And there are always solar storms blowing cosmic radiation to the edge.Over time, the fringe becomes desert, and no living thing wants to stay here.

But there are always exceptions to everything.

In the same undulating sand sea, under the sand dunes in the shadows, an old caravan is half covered.

Simpson is a man with a sloppy appearance, serious violent tendencies, a naive heart, and a cheap plush doll named Evelyn.

But he dared to do it.When encountering a problem, neither giving up nor persisting, but killing the person who made the question first, is the best way to solve the finale of the problem.

Based on the above points, the only few police officers in the police station knew that he had a problem and didn't want to come to this hellish place at all-they didn't want to get exposed to radiation.Although synthetic human auxiliary police have been used for some time, but... Polishing synthetic human skin is more troublesome than removing radiation from the body.

Inside the RV, a thick layer of rust stains formed.Cockroaches and insects crawled everywhere, cigarette butts and wine bottles were randomly piled up like a garbage dump, and the toilet was not far from the bed, and there was not only dirty yellow urine and vomit in it.

Simpson pulled up his pants, wiped his hand on the wall, picked his nose and walked to the car door, and picked up a can of beer.

wow-

Kicking the car door, sand rained down, and he walked right through, kicking the awning next to the RV.

The pergola in the folded state was raised, and the rags propped up a shade.Simpson sat on the recliner under the shade, narrowed his eyes slightly and yawned comfortably, and gritted his teeth viciously to prevent a ghost from stuffing Dio into his mouth.

No one can take advantage of him.

Ahead lay the rolling sand dunes, and beyond that, darkened by the false sun, the Milky Way beyond the edge.

……

Suzy didn't want to justify herself.She knows what she's doing.

The police aircraft chased after him.Walk through the streets tens of meters above the ground.

Passers-by raised their heads one after another.

Soon what happened here will spread throughout the Fourteenth Ring Road.

Her name and photo will appear in the news.

She doesn't regret it.

Suzy is a warehouse keeper at Film Machine Shop.In the description of outsiders, she is a reserved, silent, somewhat autistic woman.

Who better to watch over a warehouse full of synths than a man of few words?
Her job is to take care of this underground warehouse. When an employee comes, she opens the door.Some employees left, closed the door.

It's that easy, there's not even a need for a patrol.

What made her heart germinate was one night a few days after she got the job.The alarm went off in the warehouse.The employee guards came in a hurry, and they came out of the room without reason, and Susie, who was standing in the corridor, entered the warehouse.

After a few minutes, they restrain a male synth and lead it out of the warehouse.

Suzy forgot what the synth said.She only remembered that when they passed by, the synthetic man yelled fiercely, begged bitterly, and finally cried in despair.

It's like a person who doesn't want to die is about to die.

The last employee locked the warehouse door and said to a visibly terrified Suzie: "Don't worry. It's not dead, it's just alive in a different way."

He didn't lie to her.The body is still the same body, but the chip has been replaced with a new one.As for the old one, it will be broken down and refined into raw materials.

After that, Suzie would often hear the alarm bells, and would see these guys appear by day or night, and take away the low-spirited, angry, or desperate synthetics.

Forget what day it started, Suzie would sneak into the warehouse in the dead of night, when everyone was asleep - of course she had the key.

The ceiling is tens of meters high, and the shelves are also tens of meters high.

Synthetics of different shapes sat quietly on the shelves, in the dim light, they seemed to be sleeping soundly with their eyes closed.

As a high-end custom synthesizer company, Film Machinery Workshop rarely has completely consistent synthesizers.It also means that there are at least tens of thousands of different synthetic people here, or even more.

On the first night, the frightened Suzie retreated after walking only a few tens of meters.After more than ten days, she was able to visit half of the warehouse.Then there was no growth - the warehouse was too big, and she was going too slowly.

Gradually, Susie got to know some synths in the container closest to the warehouse door.

She seemed to be having fun, and every night she would come in, and after browsing a few shelves, she would start chatting with them.

Only Suzy was talking, chatting in an accented language.

That's what human beings do—turn things into people, and people into things.

Some executives and employees of the machine shop quickly discovered Suzie's actions.But they didn't show up to stop Suzie.Part of that was Suzie being the warehouse keeper, and maybe part of it was soft-heartedness.

No one wants to see her die alone.

Soon, Suzie knew more and more synths, but there would always be synth friends she had known for a long time or just met who disappeared after she went to work at night.

They are sold.

She didn't know how they were going to be treated next, so she checked awkwardly with her vision.

The good news is that the Federation has a Synth Protection Act.

The bad news is that they are not destined to enjoy the same protections as humans.

Gradually, Susie, who had stopped exploring and just wanted to make friends and become a human, started to go deep into the warehouse again.

One night, she saw a cardboard box on the shelf in the innermost corner of the warehouse.After hesitating to open it, there was a blond-haired, twelve or thirteen-year-old girl inside.Azure eyes stared blankly ahead.

Susie deliberately inquired and found out about her situation.

Strong Filming, the founder of Film Machine Workshop, had a daughter who died young.Although he later made a synthetic human who was exactly the same as his daughter and had lovesick memories, he still passed away due to excessive grief.

Anna Firing has been 79 years old since she made it.She is the oldest synthetic in this warehouse.

She is still here, neither destroyed nor sold, which is the only kindness of this group of capital.

After that, Susie came back to see her every night and helped her remove the dust from her body for nearly a hundred years, like a family member.

One day, she suddenly wanted to take Anna Felin away.Really take care of her, not a synth with his energy turned off.

The management took Susie's appeal very seriously, and after a meeting, it was decided that she was no longer suitable for the job.

Susie knew the news in advance.

That night, she entered the warehouse for the last time and came to Anna Firing's carton.

The little girl with blue eyes looked up at her.

"Will you help me?"

(End of this chapter)