Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I thought the file was just a joke, I heard that Europeans and Americans are very open in this regard, so she deliberately rubbed her chest with her arms when she went to the village, but she did n’t think she did n’t dodge. The arm is sandwiched between the tall chest, it must be like an intimate couple in the eyes of outsiders. www.) Although there is no experience of actively hooking up with a woman, but through the analysis of the details of the eyes displayed on the retina screen, her eyes are shining with the light of a fake play, just like a hungry beast staring at its prey and falling into a trap.

"One dollar? It's a good time, come on, brother." The file squinted, and the corners of her mouth evoked a charming arc, saying, "I've long wondered what the difference is between reformers and real people in that kind of thing. "She deliberately scorned me:" Isn't it just a human-shaped pile driver? "

Although I had the illusion that I would end up with a certain woman, the fact is that I have always maintained an extremely close relationship with the three women. If I put the responsibility on the brain hardware, in short, I think the brain hardware The existence of is not only deleting my emotions, but also deleting my common sense and ethics, and further deleting my morals. So, this evening, I didn't refuse the file in the end, and together with Misaki, the three spent a passionate night together.

For the three people together, Miyaki had no objection at all. On my site, the relationship between the four of me and her, as well as Bajing and Jinjiang, were even more chaotic than this night. Misaki took a close look at the performance of me and the file, and she seemed to think that it was more exciting than watching a small foreign movie.

Although done many times. But the three of us are still under the influence of the biological clock. Qiqi woke up on time. Although I drank a lot of wine to cheer me up at night, except for Saya, my physique and file were extraordinary, and Saya never did anything beyond his ability, so no one had a hangover. We took a refreshing bath together, and did it again in the bathroom. With a lazy face on the file, we put on our underwear and said to me, "Sure enough, it's different from remodeling people. In the future. Don't be patient, I don't think there will be any good ducks in your site. "Before I answered, I turned around and said to Saya:" Do you mind if I let me kick in? "

"Well, it's okay." She had been dressed neatly and picked up Dorothy's puppet bear-this is another gesture of the singular mask that she transformed into a gray. It is also the original posture of the prop, but the entire body of hair has been completely turned gray. Through the scar-like patch stitches, you can still feel the sticky and weird sense of flow that does not understand what is, and that stuff is naturally impossible. It is normal cotton.

"Achuan also likes fresh things. After knowing that Achuan has been transformed, she still has some worries, but now there is no problem, because Achuan's performance proves that he is still a normal man." Sakuya replied with a gentle smile.

I really wanted to say something like "I have always been a normal man" to her, but I couldn't say anything at all. There was only a mechanical smile on his face. Because Sakuya's feeling is more sensitive than she thinks. After I was reformed by the prostitute, I was no longer "normal". Whether it is psychological or physical, I am not resistant to different women, and I still retain or even strengthen this function. However, how can a creature with mechanized control of hormones and emotions in the brain talk from the aspects Is it normal? I just judge whether it should be done through data. When to do it, and to what extent it should be done. After all, as long as the other party is still human, it is more hidden to achieve the goal.

I hugged the file from behind and kissed her collarbone. Caressing her shoulders, abdomen and chest, the file giggled and said, "Stop it." Then. The data bar showing the relationship between yourself and the file displayed on the retina screen began to grow. Yes, just like increasing the character's favorability value in the game, I have been performing the most non-sense behavior.

"I, Virgo, can't always get rid of the shackles of sensualism." I let go of her, touched her face, and looked directly at her eyes. "You are so beautiful now, file, I am reluctant to let go."

"The love story is pretty good." The file leaned its head, not looking away from me, as if looking at me like a scrutiny, and seemed to want to read something from the details of my eyes and expressions, "but, from the beginning, we It ’s just venting to each other, do n’t fall in love with me, Mr. Gao Chuan, because, I will never fall in love with you. ”She turned around and asked Sakuya:“ Did he say that to you too? ”

"Huh." Sakuya was holding her face, a look of recollection, "Although A Chuan has no mood for most of the time, he sometimes says something that makes his heart beat."

"Oh--" the file said to me meaningfully: "Are you really a Virgo? Mr. Gao Chuan."

I just kept a gentle smile under the control of brain hardware, and did not answer this question.

After I let go of the file, I quickly put my underwear on neatly, using a thin rope to tie my hair into a ponytail, then put on a special thin and light body armor, and finally put on a military jacket. She carefully inspected all the weapons hidden in her clothes, including removing the clip, re-loading after checking, pushing the insurance, and slamming the bolt. The knife pocket that concealed the radioactive ash particle resonance device was also unsealed. After confirming the weapon inside, the seal was tightened and hung on the shoulder again.

She was so cautious about her affairs that people felt like she was carrying the curse of the **** of war, and the place she walked into became a battlefield of flesh and blood at any time.

Really cautious, I think so.

The prepared file said to me: "Let's move on separately today and find a way to contact Father Sisen. I think he must be in trouble again."

I also feel this way because, since arriving in Las Vegas, Father Sisson ’s distress email has never been sent, but this situation gives people a calm before the storm is coming, and it ca n’t be reassured at all. Down. As time goes by, the sense of urgency grows stronger.

There are only two possibilities for seeing no movement: First, Father Sisen has solved those troubles himself. The second is that he was trapped in greater trouble. So that it is impossible to report to the outside world. This makes one wonder whether he was locked into the temporary data hedging space. Without more information, we can only hope for a global scan after the Whisperer Headquarters invades the satellite, and a detection operation by the mercenary headquarters. The best situation is naturally that Father Sisen is forced into a mountainous area that cannot receive normal signals. The worst case is that he is trapped in a completely closed temporary data hedge space. After all, it is something that cannot be detected by normal world technology products. .

"We are already acting, how is your situation?" I asked.

"I have started manual search using the coordinates of the last mail sent out, but there is no more accurate information for the time being." The file looks solemn, "If he leaves by means of transportation. Whether it is fuel, boarding, transfer station … There must be obvious clues, but the current information shows that this is not the case. Ever since the Mar Jones family ruled the Doomsday Truth, Father Sisson has been wanted by them on how to get rid of the normal world surveillance. He is very There is a set, and there is also its own method for the detection of the "mystery" type. In theory, it is impossible to find his whereabouts through common sense. If he is found so easily, he will have been killed by the doomsday truth. , We just do our best to obey our destiny. Although common sense is unlikely, but I think he knows that we are here. "

"Apart from common sense. Judging purely by intuition, is he possible to be in Las Vegas?" I was not only asking about the file, but also about Misaki. I had already asked about the eight scenes of the left-behind headquarters through the intercontinental wireless communication conference. they.

However, the file shook his head, indicating that he could not judge, and the same message came from the crowd images on the retina screen.

"I think ..." Miyaki spoke at this time, and her somewhat sullen attitude was a little worrying, "He is very close to us, but also far away ... a strange feeling."

The file scratched her hair hard: "You describe it like that. You just don't understand, what is the situation, can't you be clear?"

"Probably ... Probably ..." Sakuya frowned, as if desperately looking for the right description, "Standing at the same coordinate. But in a different world."

I seem to be able to understand her statement, and her description gives me a sense of sight. There seems to have been a similar experience, but it probably exists in a "gaochuan information" that has not been absorbed. At least, the 60 percent of the "gaochuan information" that has been integrated currently has no relevant memory information. If it is hidden in the remaining 40% of the "Gaochuan Information", then unless I immediately press the confirmation button for thorough self-formatting, it will not be available. However, even now I have been very close to the machine. I have my own pride and thoughts. As the current "Gaochuan", I ca n’t do anything at all, or I ca n’t press the confirmation button hidden in the corner of the retina screen before the time is really confirmed. Accepted things. Even if you know, just pressing it will definitely break the deadlock.

I know that the “Gaochuan” that has been hidden deep in my body that I do n’t understand is obviously with “Jiang”. No, it should be said that “Gaochuan” was imprisoned in that place by “Jiang” and could not be reached. How powerful.

If, if it were him, apart from "potential", what's the difference with me now? Although I have lost the "potential" of being a person, I am undoubtedly the most powerful in terms of the "material level" of this world. I have always believed in this. Unless the consciousness of personality is infinitely elevated, otherwise, in terms of the body alone, no Gaochuan can reach my current height-incomparably hard body, no life span, rapid self-repair ability, brain hardware assist Strengthen logical thinking and control emotions, radar-like perspective perception and super speed, talking about the will, determination and sense of mission to perform tasks, and the understanding of reality and the truth of this doomsday illusion are also at their peak, no spells are needed, no Requires Mageweave and no super powers. Under the power of "Jiang", no one can kill me, even Eruka.

So, in this case, I still feel the gap with the "Gaochuan", where does that gap lie?

Is it something unpredictable like intuition and luck? Or is it the same as the "Jiang" which is similar to BUG?

If it is really something that cannot be interpreted with data and logic. Then there is no way to think about oneself and the other.

Just like now. I just think that Sakuya's statement is very familiar, but I can't get more information from it. If it is the "Gaochuan", maybe the moment you enter Las Vegas, you will automatically cut into the core of the problem under the effect of "mystery". I thought so, and then shook my head vigorously, throwing this thought out of my head.

I said to myself that I am not the "Gaochuan", and that it is not him who is leading the action now, but myself. No matter how close he is to the "dream", he is already "dead", and according to the plan, he will not be resurrected. It will only become part of "Super Takagawa" like me.

"I'm going around alone." I said to Miyake and the file, and turned to go out.

"Achuan ..." Sakuya's voice came from behind, seeming a little worried.

"Don't worry." I smiled at her. "It's just a little anxious. I can calm down by smoking a cigarette." No, this is not a problem of anxiety or anxiety. The existence of brain hardware makes Negative emotions such as anxiety will be deleted at the moment of showing signs.

But because of this, I cannot understand why I suddenly thought of these things. Why do you suddenly think of the "Gaochuan" and "Jiang" that haven't appeared in a long time? And today suddenly fell into this situation. Does it indicate that something will happen today that can be regarded as a breakthrough point? There are too many subjective speculations, so do n’t dare to let Misaki accompany you. Once the development of the script is related to that “Gaochuan” and “Jiang”, it ’s okay to have Jinjiang by your side. If Misaki is by your side, risk It's too big. Dr. Ander ’s script and our plan influence each other, and as a factor of instability, it is unclear whether or not the "Jiang" of "Sakuye" is recognized. It is very likely that the uninjured plan will be affected by the uncontrollable chain reaction, and it really makes people unable to completely rest assured.

Misaki's gray transformation ability is probably the insurance that Dorothy had taken up earlier, but it is only reflected in the physical level of combat. She should not be able to take her. However, it is full of "mystery". The doomsday illusion of reflection personality consciousness and alienation of the real body, even Super Dorothy and Super Tie, cannot be completely controlled. This kind of insurance that only shows strength on the "physical level" is not absolutely effective.

I smoked and walked out the door of the hotel. The morning sun dropped from the gap between the thick clouds, stained with golden edges of the clouds, and looked like a scar split by the light. I breathed a little cool air and watched the traffic on the road, the city had already awakened, and the daily hustle and bustle sounded like a machine. Every pedestrian passing by seemed to have a clear destination, and only I passed by aimlessly.

Although one came out, there was no clear idea of ​​where to go. As far as I can think of a solution, the headquarters of the whisperer and mercenary have already paid for it, and I seem to have to wait for the result. Wandering on the street for a while, I sat on the bench on the street boringly, behind me was a high-rise hotel, and the glass wall was shining brightly under the sunlight. Staying here is not any conscious behavior, nor rational judgment and perceptual intuition.

I stayed here for a long time. This laissez-faire approach was originally meaningless, but I felt for a moment that an invisible force was driving myself to do so. It is a force that repels the absolute rationality and logic of the brain hardware and directly reaches the emotional operation area of ​​the brain. The pedestrians and vehicles passing by, the noisy roadside fast food trucks, and the constantly shortened shadows all seem strange, it Of course, there is no difference between the normal and the normal state, just a difference in the sense. Under normal circumstances, with the help of brain hardware, this kind of feeling driven by pure sensibility does not exist, and this makes me realize that there are "abnormalities" spread out quietly.

I turned my head subconsciously, UU reading www. uukaanshu.com saw a group of people walking towards the high-rise hotel behind them. The people around didn't fluctuate because of their actions and did their own business as always. However, this "normal" of not paying attention to strangers became "abnormal" in my eyes.

Because that group of people is like fireflies in the night, full of a strong sense of existence, no matter where they stand, they should be the focus of attention-I know the man who is surrounded or protected in the center, The man named "Cappucci" and the self-proclaimed "Long Aotian", and the others who surrounded him in the center were all women. Dressed as a maid, dressed as a secretary, female as a soldier, and obviously not as normal, but they also give people a different kind of beauty. Regardless of their body shape, appearance, dress, or temperament, these women clearly exude a standing atmosphere.

There is no doubt that under "normal circumstances", this group of people will definitely become the focus of attention of passers-by around. However, at this moment, everyone is like when they don't exist.

This "abnormal" discovery made the invisible power I felt suddenly clear, and, under the influence of this power, my brain and brain hardware produced two very different reactions. To be continued. . )

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