Pet King

In the night, the ‘fine’ spirits who had been tossing for a day went to sleep, but π was still sitting in front of the computer. . шщш.㈦㈨ⅹS.сом is updated fast.

There was silence outside, but there were occasional sounds of smoke 'fire' firecrackers, which sounded very distant.

π took off the clip-on glasses, ‘kneaded’ and ‘kneaded’ bloodshot eyes, sleepy, but could n’t sleep. It hasn't rested well in the past few days. When you lie down and close your eyes, a rising number of collections and the words in Word will appear in front of you. It is both irritable and disturbed. The mood is very complicated and you can't sleep. It's a clockwork that gets tighter and tighter. I don't know when it will break.

It ends the chapter that has just been written, moves its fingers a few times, and glances at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen-it can no longer remember the number of times tonight.

It's almost zero. The information sent by the editor is charged after zero. It's like waiting for the judge's verdict, and waiting for that time to come.

In addition to watching time, one of the most frequent things it does is refresh the author's background, and the number of collections is approaching the 50,000 mark. But it does not dare to click the mouse too often, and the rattling sound may disturb the sleep of other ‘fine’ spirits.

The charging chapters that are ready to be uploaded after zero have been prepared. A total of five chapters were rushed out in the past few days. During the day, Zhang Zi'an helped it check it several times. It should be fine, but π is still reviewing these five chapters repeatedly. Manuscripts, wondering if the rhetoric of a sentence is used correctly, and whether it can be changed to a more appropriate expression.

Maybe at this time you should hurry up and continue writing new chapters, but the closer to zero, the more ‘mixed’ and ‘chaotic’ it is, and it ’s hard to write at all.

After reading a chapter a few times, it felt that there was a split in the plot between the one and the next. It is best to add a sentence to make the plot more smooth. Then it put on the glasses and put its fingers Place it on the keyboard and type a line gently. However, this line is mixed with something that annoys it, which is a long string of 3.1415926 ...

Since the last upgrade, it has rarely played this number, but on this crucial night, this inexplicable number has reappeared like a nightmare.

After moving the cursor to the number, press the backspace key continuously to delete the series of numbers, and click save to prevent loss.

Speaking of which, when it first started writing novels by typing in Word, it made the mistake of exiting without saving. The manuscript of several thousand words disappeared. At that time, I really wanted to stop writing. After repeated persuasion by Zhang Zi'an, it was patient Thousands of words were typed again in the anxious mood.

In fact, the feeling of rewriting thousands of words is not as bad as imagined, and the time spent ‘spending’ is not long, because the most time consuming to write a novel is to think about the plot rather than typing.

After the number was deleted, looking at the clean and tidy document, it ‘showed’ a smile.

That's fine.

That's right, that's fine.

Zhang Zi'an didn't like the inexplicable string of numbers. The readers didn't like it, and it didn't like it either. So let the number disappear, there is no meaning in it, it shouldn't exist.

After deleting this string of numbers, in this silent and cold night, its heart suddenly became empty, as if it had lost something very important.

It stared down at its palm foolishly.

why?

Why involuntarily type that inexplicable string of numbers? Like real humans, can't I just hit what I want?

It vaguely remembered that he first appeared in this world, in the big house full of books. At the time, however, it had little interest in books, and instead its eyes were firmly attracted to the computer on the desk—to be precise, the computer keyboard.

To what extent does a computer keyboard appeal to it? Will involuntarily reach out, press the soft keys, from the fingertips incomparably familiar feel, as if I have done similar actions numerous times.

At first there were only one or two people sitting around the computer and typing on the keyboard quickly with great joy.

It tried to wave its hands in front of them, they didn't respond, they couldn't see it.

So, it stood behind them, watching how they turned on the computer, how to enter the chat room, how to 'talk' with others ... and then it found an idle computer in the corner, and it worked like that.

It learns most things very quickly, but it moves like fingers, and it can't imitate them.

Moreover, these humans type significantly differently from it-they are mainly the main keyboard area of ​​the keyboard, and it is the numeric area of ​​the keyboard.

Compared with the main keyboard area with 26 English letters and 21 symbol keys, the number area is much simpler, with only 10 number keys plus a decimal point key.

It vaguely remembered that it seemed to have similar, many similar, countless similar, countless likes to press the keyboard, each one holding a keyboard while typing. But all of them are like humans, who like to press the main keyboard area, or press 'randomly' on the keyboard irregularly, rather than like the digital area.

Among its kind, it is undoubtedly a strange one.

Why does it appear in this world instead of those of its kind?

It doesn't know, what is probably wrong, after all ... it looked around. The vast books were all written in letters or square characters. No book was written in numbers.

Although the same kind of people are playing "randomly" at random, sometimes they can happen to type some meaningful words, and they are ecstatic, as if they have done some great feats.

In this regard, it is not qualified to blame them, because it is also playing in the 'ram', it is just a 'ram' in the digital zone. But numbers are numbers after all. No matter how you type, you can't type any meaningful word, and even typing letters is an unrealistic luxury.

Therefore, they should be more qualified to appear in this world than it is.

If it imitates the same kind, it may happen to type one or two meaningful words someday in the future. It may happen to type a meaningful sentence or two after thousands of years. It may happen by the time of billions of years. A meaningful article or two ...

In the original space, time seems to be static, and it has a nearly infinite life span with countless similar people, as if it can never stop fighting. They don't know when they appear in that space, and why they appear. They have been typing continuously since they appeared.

But does it make any sense?

Everything is just "coincidence", they don't understand what they are fighting, nor do they know what they want to fight.

It is even more tragic that it has been playing with numbers, and even the "sex" possibility of "coincidence" is zero.

In this way, why would it appear in this strange world instead of countless other similar ones?

Like countless others, it does not know when it appears in space, but vaguely knows when it can leave-when they can produce a meaningful novel.

This is undoubtedly a nightmare. Even if time is used to pile up obstacles, the chance of "coincidentally" playing a meaningful novel is approximately zero, and it may not be successful until the end of the universe.

However, it succeeded, succeeded inexplicably, and appeared in this world unpreparedly.

According to the previous habit, you press a few times at random in the numeric area of ​​the computer keyboard, and then type a long series of numbers. The second digit from the beginning is the decimal point, and the total number is 100 digits. What the numbers mean.

Obviously, the people in the library did not know at the time, they thought that someone was playing a prank and deliberately made trouble with them.

It was ‘pretty’ joyful at first, but quickly became restless because it found that it could only play 100 digits, and the numbers behind it seemed to forget.

Wrong, when it is in space, it can obviously fight infinitely. Why did you forget it after coming to this world?

It ’s very sleepy.

It is both anxious and sleepy and confusing, and suddenly feels uncomfortable and weak. It seemed to see countless others staring at it with jealousy, and it seemed to say: Why are you?

Huge resentment, from the collection of countless similar resentments, shrouded it across time and space, and weighed heavily on it.

Just as the human faith can create the ‘fine’ spirit and obliterate the ‘fine’ spirit, grievances from countless similar people are like a black 'hole' with powerful gravity, and it may be sucked back into that space at any time.

In the midst, it seemed to hear who was talking-not from humans, but some sort of supreme existence.

"Find the book about life, the universe, and everything else, or you will return to the original space."-Who said in the meditation, the sound is like the bell and twilight of the morning, as if it can shake the entire universe.

It doesn't want to go back. Once it goes back, I'm afraid it will be torn to pieces by the same kind of resentment. It later learned a sentence that could explain this mentality-not suffering from widows but suffering from unevenness. Either everyone is the denominator, why do you become a numerator?

So ~ www.readwn.com ~ It tried to ask people around for help, and asked them to find the book, but they couldn't see it, couldn't hear it, didn't take it seriously, and it couldn't understand They hit square characters.

Just when it was almost desperate, Zhang Zi'an appeared.

It will never forget the appearance of Zhang Zi'an holding up an unknown book in front of it, no matter what other people think, it looks really handsome.

Pi's eyes moved away from his palm, and fell on the unknown book placed beside the laptop.

It stretched out its fingers and gently 'touched' the hard cover of the unknown book.

On the cover of Scarlet, there were no words or patterns except the surrounding metal edging. It was bare and not very beautiful.

For the first time, it had a similar idea-it would be nice if there were any words or patterns on the cover.

Just then, a hand, a human hand, held its hand.

It looked up, and Zhang Zi'an did not know when he was standing behind him and looked at it silently.