The roles of man and machine had, at this moment, reversed.
The machine, which should have been cold and emotionless, was now continuously voicing plans for the future.
The human, who should have been passionate and lively, remained silent, quietly listening.
Should he shatter this impossible delusion?
Xu Xi chose not to.
He was like gray ash, unable to burn any longer, only able to use the last remnants of warmth to gently stroke Ailei's hair. "I'm sorry, Ailei, for troubling you like this at such a time."
His sense of touch was fading, his vision blurring, and even the beating of his heart was becoming imperceptible.
The so-called cure was never a possibility.
Injuries could be treated.
But a body that had already "died" could not be healed.
Xu Xi forced a weak smile, a suffocating sense of emptiness enveloping him, as he tried to maintain a gentle demeanor while caressing Ailei's head.
"From the very beginning, it's always been Ailei who's helped me. Thinking back now, I really feel guilty about it."
He didn't expose the cruel truth.
Instead, in a hoarse voice, Xu Xi reminisced about the past.
The underground laboratory.
The activation of RTX-9090.
The camera gazing up at the stars.
The successful capture of the first satellite city.
Memories that should have been hazy now flashed through Xu Xi's mind in vivid clarity.
In his daze, it felt as though he was once again in that familiar laboratory, wiping the lens of the camera.
"Master..."
"Master..."
Only when Ailei's voice reached him did Xu Xi realize he had been lost in some kind of illusion.
He apologized again, "I'm sorry, Ailei. My current state must be troubling you."
He forced a smile, one that was hollow and devoid of its usual warmth.
No.
That's not it...
As long as it's you...
The trembling in Ailei was no longer confined to her eyes. As her core energy supply overheated, her entire metallic frame began to emit erratic sounds.
"You don't need to worry. No matter what happens to you, Ailei will always serve you."
Always.
Forever.
"I am a heartless machine, incapable of fatigue, unable to feel pain. You can use me without hesitation."
The overheating of her core caused even her voice module to fluctuate with a human-like intensity.
It almost sounded like a mournful cry.
"It's always been Ailei who's helped me, hasn't it?"
"From the wastelands of the old Federation to where we are now, Ailei's contributions have been greater than mine."
"Ailei, you've grown so much. You're no longer a heartless machine."
Xu Xi's movements slowed.
His hand rested lightly on Ailei's head, gradually losing strength.
He joked that if abilities were to be measured, Ailei, with her infinite computational power, should be the true "human."
She could advance technological development.
She could sustain the cycle of civilization.
Compared to Ailei's computational and observational abilities, Xu Xi felt utterly insignificant.
With a gentle tone, Xu Xi once again expressed his gratitude to Ailei for always supporting someone as inadequate as him.
Even a machine, inherently lacking in emotion, could sense something amiss in those words and that voice.
"...Thank you for your praise."
"But I still need your guidance..."
It wasn't just the command embedded in her core logic that compelled Ailei to follow Xu Xi's words.
The passage of time.
Their mutual companionship.
Had already given warmth to what was once a cold machine soul.
Instinctively, she wanted to stay by the side of the one who had always wiped away her blurriness.
But this precious warmth was now dissipating before her eyes...
Ailei instinctively glanced at the data panel of the treatment pod, wanting to help Xu Xi recover, to make him stand again.
But Xu Xi's voice stopped her.
"Ailei, could you... turn it off for me?"
"Cough... cough..."
Too weak to operate the controls himself, Xu Xi asked his loyal machine servant to turn off the treatment pod that was sustaining his life.
Yes.
Not to continue the treatment, but to shut it down completely.
Even the most obedient and loyal machine servant would be stunned by such a command.
Why?
Xu Xi could see the confusion in Ailei's damaged mechanical face.
"It might be hard to understand, but lying in this treatment pod makes me uncomfortable."
Xu Xi explained gently.
His current condition was unique. The silent death had eroded most of his body and mind, bringing him infinitely closer to the abyss of the end.
The treatment pod, which could heal ordinary people, had become a source of silent torment for Xu Xi.
Not only was it unable to prevent death, but it also repeatedly intensified the sense of emptiness, causing both his body and mind to be consumed by it.
In such a state, it was better to face it with acceptance.
"I... I can't..."
"This command violates the second protocol. It would harm your life."
"Request denied. Cannot execute."
The light in Ailei's eyes flickered rapidly.
She rejected Xu Xi's request.
Her body remained a cold, metallic construct, but her synthesized voice was filled with a human-like urgency:
"Your body needs treatment. Your vital functions are severely declining. I must ensure your safety."
"Please rest assured. The treatment will be over soon."
"You will recover..."
"You will recover..."
Ailei began citing medical cases, trying to use scientific data and theoretical explanations to prove the possibility of a successful treatment.
Gradually, her voice grew softer.
Until it fell completely silent.
She saw Xu Xi's pain. Though he was on the brink of death, the treatment pod kept pulling him back, forcing him to repeatedly experience that despairing emptiness.
Instinctively, Ailei wanted to turn off the treatment pod.
But doing so would mean facing an even more brutal reality, one that Ailei could not bear to witness, yet one that undeniably existed.
"...I'm sorry, Master."
"I... I can't do it..."
"Your request... I can't fulfill it... You need to continue the treatment..."
A person's life is filled with goodbyes.
The self of this moment is constantly saying farewell to the self of the previous moment.
Among the countless farewells, there are a few opportunities to make a choice—either to part naturally or to forcibly hold on.
In the silent and desolate escape pod, the machine servant did something she could never forgive herself for.
To keep Xu Xi alive, she inflicted pain upon him.
With a trembling voice, she refused his request.
The conflict in her data, the contradiction within herself, nearly overwhelmed her logical programming.
Would he hate her?
Would he scold her?
Ailei waited for Xu Xi's anger.
But Xu Xi did not react that way. Instead, he continued to gently stroke her head.
"Is that so... If you can't do it, then it's fine, Ailei."
There was no resentment or disbelief.
On the contrary, Xu Xi's face showed a genuine smile, pleased that Ailei, like the witch, had learned to oppose him.
If they could meet, perhaps the two would have much to talk about?

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

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