Apocalypse Invasion: Survival on the Infinite Train
Fresh blood dripped onto the floor, blooming like red flowers.
The woman's face grew paler, and she stubbornly held out the small object to Ming Chu.
The girl named Taozi nearby had red-rimmed eyes and refused directly: "I don't want to, I don't want to leave. I want to stay with you. You created me, I won't leave you!!"
"Taozi, be good, listen to me." The woman's voice grew weaker. She looked at the girl as if she were a temperamental junior and sighed, "I have lived long enough. Taozi, this matter must come to an end. I opened Pandora's box, and I must be the one to close it."
This was her mission.
"But you didn't have to worry about them! What do they have to do with you? It's been three hundred years, everyone you knew is already dead!"
"But they are also human, they are my kind." The woman shook her head slightly.
Taozi: "Then what about me? I'm not your kind, I'm a robot, an AI, so you can ignore me, right?"
Ming Chu couldn't help but take another look at Taozi. She emphasized that she was an AI—was it because she was different from other robots?
Then Ming Chu was glared at by Taozi, who vented her anger: "Why did you have to show up? If you hadn't appeared, she wouldn't be seeking death!"
Ming Chu only asked one question: "Do you think she is truly happy living like this?"
Life is priceless, but sometimes, living is a form of torture.
Of course, if the woman herself was willing, Ming Chu wouldn't say anything more, but the woman's stance now was very clear.
Ming Chu didn't want to be the target of her misplaced anger.
Taozi stared fiercely at Ming Chu, and slowly, her mouth pouted.
"Alright, Taozi." The woman looked apologetically at Ming Chu, trying to excuse her, "Taozi has the temperament of a child. She means no harm; she just can't bear to let me go. When she appeared, the situation was already bad, and she didn't dare to interact with others while wearing this body."
Love is often accompanied by a sense of owing.
That was how the woman felt about Taozi.
Taozi turned her head away, tears falling pitter-patter.
Ming Chu took another look, feeling amazed once again by the concept of a robot shedding tears. Who would have thought this was a robot? Their understanding of robots on Blue Star was still stuck on the black, clunky robots from the Spring Festival Gala that danced and twirled handkerchiefs, but the robots in this world were too much like real people.