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"Ziz..."

"Boom..."

"Click... The system is malfunctioning and cannot be repaired... The highest warning..."

"Priority protection for passengers... Plan code B203... implementation."

Under the tremendous noise, a wild wave set off in the desert. After being quiet, a **** blue-haired man crawled out of the ruins.

He turned hard, looking up at the yellow sky, his breathing became steady, and the light in his eyes became dimmer.

For a long time, this place maintained a dead silence, except for the occasional wind blowing.

The blue-haired man looked at the strange sky and fell into contemplation. Suddenly, tears slipped from his face and wet the ground below.

"Snapped--"

Just as the blue-haired man was decadently immersed in sadness and loneliness, there was a fierce pain in his face, and he turned his head in horror.

A broken iron robot appeared in the line of sight, the iron head with a round lid, and two mechanical arms connected to the iron head, one of which was already paralyzed.

"Why? Guardian 1433223, you haven't been destroyed?"

Staring at the number on the robot's belt, the blue-haired man regained his spirit, and he began to try to talk to it to check whether the robot's program was normal.

"I...I..."

The robot makes a weird electric sound, and the sound is not like any language.

The blue-haired man was extremely disappointed. Sure enough, everything but himself under the protective cover suffered a devastating blow.

Even if the guard has retained a certain body, he can no longer play a role for him.

Suddenly, the robot waved and hit the man with a snap, this time in the head.

"what!"

The blue-haired man screamed and immediately got up, keeping his distance from the malfunctioning robot.

"Yes... yes, the basic program of this machine is still... stable operation..."

The robot emits something like language. Although the noise is loud, the man still hears it clearly, and he falls into ecstasy.

"Automatically...the automatic repair program starts..."

There was another tremendous current sound from the robot. His two mechanical legs were broken. At this time, two thin wires were slowly extended to try to connect.

Pouting, thick smoke, blue-haired man smelled a pungent odor.

"Automatic repair...failure...restart...start..."

Then, a broken sound came again, and the pungent smell became stronger, the blue-haired man thought, and the robot would be useless in this way.

He quickly ordered as a human being:

"1433223 Guardian, immediately stop the automatic repair process, transform into a positioning adaptation program, and at the same time start space search and signal divergence."

"Ziz..."

The two eyes on the robot's round head flashed a strange red light, slowly tilting upwards, in line with the blue-haired man's gaze.

Robot: "Yes... Ding... The positioning adaptation program was successfully started... Space search... Unsuccessful deployment... Unable to perform signal transmission... All necessary parts and programs were emptied..."

The blue-haired man sighed and tossed for so long, but the robot was still not useful. Then he asked again:

"Why are you okay?"

The robot tilted its head, searched the corresponding command in the program, and paused for two or three seconds before reacting, saying:

"This machine... is equipped with the latest program, in addition, the Nero plan 213 patch has been updated... Compared with other guards, this machine has a certain resistance to this kind of time and space riots... Zizi... Moreover, this machine happens to be In the blind spot of the storm, the damage is minimized...so...zizi"

The blue-haired man realized this, he smiled:

"Plan Nero... is the patch that failed. So, is this robot a failed work that hasn't had time to destroy? Haha, I still stubbornly ended the Nero project. Is there such a satire in the world? ?"

He laughed a little bit crazy, tears all laughed out, his stomach hurt, and he laughed like he had broken his stomach.

"Snapped--"

The man's legs felt a shock, and he fell to his knees instability for a while, and saw the guard with his residual arm waving in front of him 1433233, stunned.

"Why do you always hit me..."

The blue-haired man asked.

"Ziz... the inherent program of this machine... this machine cannot resist..."

The robot replied in a similar way.

How could there be such a program? Who designed this program for ghosts and beasts! The man was a little crazy, he cried in his head, and suddenly, he seemed to remember something, a familiar face appeared in front of his eyes.

"Yeah. I almost forgot. This boring little program is only for you to add to the test. It's clearly the point now..."

The blue-haired man kept his kneeling position on the ground somewhat prostratively, his eyes blurred.

He said to himself: "Is it possible for other people to survive? Even a scrapped robot without a protective cover can survive. Shouldn't they be destroyed?"

The blue-haired man seemed to be trying hard to persuade himself not to give up hope, but once the words were spoken, he felt a tear in his heart.

"Ziz..."

"It's possible to survive...to be sure. The accident data...reproduced the simulation...successful. It can be determined that...there is a chance to survive..."

The hoarse voice of the robot sounded next to the man's ear, causing him to suddenly raise his head, his red eyes staring at the near-waste machine.

"What you said is true..."

"The data comes from the Nero algorithm, the third level of reliability, and has the highest authority in the current situation..."

Although the man did not believe the calculation result of the failed work in front of him, he still stood up again and looked back at the spaceship that was scattered around and broken into slag, and his eyes were more dignified.

Even if you are alone, you can't despair, because there is no impossible thing in the world. Until the time of real apoptosis, any accident may happen. This is a well-known saying in the blue-haired man's hometown. Like the tradition, he was already familiar with it at an early age.

He took a few steps in a random direction, then stopped, and turned back and said, "Code 1433233, follow me."

But the robot no longer has legs, and the power stove energy seems to be exhausted, barely walking towards him with a mechanical arm.

"That's it," the blue-haired man said, returning to the robot, pulling his mechanical arm, and dragging it away.

"Fortunately, it's not too heavy." The blue-haired man rejoiced, starting the search in a vast desert.

He didn't notice that the red light of the robot's eyes began to blink again.

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