Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

It's not easy to cook at home, and it's not easy to be violent. Lu Xiaoyi's presence, although the food delivery service in this era is convenient, always felt that the packaging came with a little less atmosphere.

At the suggestion of Director Li, three old ice sticks from the 21st century came by taxi to a small restaurant by the city of Jinling University, ordered a table of good food and a case of beer, and sat by the window.

“... the owner of this store is also an old ice stick from the early 21st century, two years before I woke up, when he dragged me into the Frozen People Mutual Aid community, and now the job I do as a volunteer, he also introduced me. ”

A bottle of chilled beer was opened, and Director Li laughed with some nostalgia and continued.

“… I come and eat a few times a week, and the smell is still a hundred years old, quite memorable. ”

A bottle of beer was also opened and the ark asked casually.

“What brings him to this age? ”

“Apart from people like me and Wan Peng who are on a mission to the future, other sleepers freeze themselves, mostly because of terminal illness," continued Director Li, “perhaps cancer, he didn't say, I didn't ask, but after this era, his illness was cured. ”

Cancer?

The ark suddenly remembered a late man.

And the deceased was a student of his.

I don't know if her illness has healed, or if she has woken up at some point a hundred years ago and lived a life she never had...

Just as the ark was wandering, a young clerk, a little girl, suddenly walked towards their table with a hot, roasted fish.

“The owner asked me to bring you this pot of roasted fish," the little girl grinned and continued, looking at the canoe sitting by the window, "he told me to say thank you for him... thanks to your kindness, he was able to get up from his hospital bed and start a new life in this era. ”

Looking at the clerk little girl, the ark stunned slightly and laughed and said.

“Don't thank me, I just did what I had to do. ”

The aromas are scattered and the dining table is staggered. The three of us who opened the chat box and laughed at the delicious food on the table.

In two days Wang Peng will go to the National Science University to study prep. This meal is both a celebration of the reunion in a hundred years and a candlestick for him.

Looking at the white mist rising from the iron pot, the ark suddenly had the illusion that it was like living in an untrue dream.

Before returning to Earth, he never thought that, a century after he woke up, he would be able to sit in a restaurant with his old friends like this, eat roast fish, drink beer, talk about the past, talk about a new life for the future.

And, of course, he was clear in his heart.

Even if we meet again today, a hundred years later, we simply postpone our parting.

If that bottle of "honorable man" really gave him eternal time, then it was almost doomed that he would look at the people around him one after the other, leaving him alone in the end.

Perhaps the right choice is the red one, or the purple one.

The former could at least inject healthy genes into human civilization, while the latter could open a door to the unknown, unprecedented for human civilization.

Only immortality, a bottle of poison.

This is true both for him and for human civilization itself.

As Director Li said, the issue of the future should be left to the future people themselves. And as a great man in history, living in history is the right place for him.

It was also after returning to Earth that the Ark began to realize this.

Eternal life, like a curse, is eroding little by little the part of his heart about humanity and expanding the part of reason indefinitely. Especially when people get used to breaking up, it's hard to create another emotion that normal humans should have.

But then again.

If you choose again, the Ark feels like it might still make the same choice.

There's no other reason.

For himself as a scholar, the weight of emotion may not be as heavy in his world itself, and eternal life means that he will have almost unlimited time to pursue issues of interest to him.

The temptation is something he can't refuse at all...

……

Three people have been drinking till the afternoon.

When the taxi arrived home, the drunk ark left its coat on the shoe cabinet at the door, vaguely twisting into the bedroom and lying on the bed without saying a word.

Sleeping until dark, the boat felt a slight headache, a thirsty sound coming from his throat and his eyes opened vaguely.

Then he glanced at a bright pair of big eyes.

The wine woke up in a flash.

The ark, sitting up from the bed, set its mind and looked at Em lying beside her and asked with a pinched brow.

“… what are you doing here? ”

Em: “Hey, the master wants Em in the bedroom! (ω)”

Yesterday morning, he seemed to have said that. But that's because the Guest came to the house, he meant for it to stay in the bedroom until the Guest left, but he didn't say that he stayed here when he slept, let alone that we slept together...

I felt like I was doing something really stupid, the ark headache said.

“Failure to explain the order clearly is my problem, but I don't think I said... let you get in the duvet while I'm sleeping? ”

Em: “It doesn't matter, hmm... I always feel like my master disliked Em, that's not how he used to be. (๐ • ̭ • ๐)”

Ark: “… what was I like before? ”

Em: “Huh! Anyway, not like this now, the old owner was always sticking with Little Ai, eating, sleeping, brushing papers, and often staying for more than a month, and then... everything got weird since the woman arrived._: (´ □ ` ∠):_”

Ark: “???? ”

Since when does it always stick together?

If you have to say it, at best you let it do some chores and let it write a few emails for itself on the computer. If it's also called sticking together every day, when he doesn't say anything...

But what the hell is "that woman”?!

“What's so strange about this...” Looking at the twisted little Egg there, the ark headache said, “I'm a human being at least, from a biological point of view, would it be strange to be attracted to the opposite sex? ”

Em: “Well, Em is a human now! What type does the owner like, Em? It's all here. (๑ • ㅂ •)✧"

Ark: “…”

Seeing his master without speaking for half a day made him feel confident and turned back into a grievance.

“… No? QAQ”

Is that a question of whether it's okay or not?

The ark did not speak, nor did it manage to look pitifully at its own little Egg, but sighed with a headache and looked exhaustedly at the ceiling.

He just woke up feeling tired from sleeping all night.

At this point, the direction of the living room sent a doorbell.

Put those troublesome things aside for now, and the ark's index finger was paddled in the middle of the air and connected to the surveillance at the door. As the light blue holographic window emerged, only a bionic delivery man in a courier uniform was seen standing in front of the door with a package in his hand.

Most deliveries below 2kg are delivered directly to the pick-up point of the window through the drone, but deliveries above 2kg are generally not allowed on the drone and are usually delivered by a biomimetic.

“What did you buy with my card? ”

“Eh? Eh? No... Anyway, Ling went to open the door. (• ̀ ∀ • ́) ”

“Okay.”

Not wanting to drill out of the quilt, Em started to wake up its less intelligent little brother.

Ling, standing at the kitchen door in an apron and holding a vacuum cleaner in her hand, responded quite nicely and then walked faceless towards the front door.

Reach out and pull the door open.

Looking at the biomimetic courier standing at the door, Ling was about to pick up the package from his hand.

Yet at this moment, the mutation suddenly occurred!

Only the bionic courier standing at the door suddenly took a pistol out of his arms without warning after handing over the package to Ling...