The supervisor does not die from a debt

Futaba shook his head again and again, and pulled down his huge earphones and hung them around his neck: "Nothing, I really want...Let me be in charge of your work style, which opened my eyes and learned a lot and a lot of value. s things."

"Moreover, as soon as I concentrate on my work, I forget everything around me. You never think that I am doing worthless work and ignore your requests..."

The supervisor scratched his head and looked at the blank notebook in front of him: "Is it at work? It's like this. If you disturb others at will, I always feel not so polite. And you see, when everyone visits you, they will help clean things up. Yes, it’s better to rely on others a little bit instead of being autistic?"

"Hmm, it's true... well, please wait a moment."

Futaba suddenly let go of the supervisor's hand, grabbed the luminous glass container from the table, and tossed it casually--then, caught by a flexible robotic arm, it shrank into an exchange mouth.

"That, Director, you may not understand, but abnormal energy, even if it is clean energy, can cause the'character' to become unstable if you directly contact it, do you feel uncomfortable or depressed?"

Not at all, but looking at Futaba's appearance, her instability seems to have calmed down again.

"It doesn't seem to be a problem, but it's the first time I know that this thing is so dangerous... Uh, let's put aside things about work. Speaking of it, I found that whether it is Chino, Aoba or Suzushin Take my family and live here together."

The supervisor paused and picked up the blank notebook: "Even employees have more or less family members who want to support together, but you seem to... Futaba... you don't want to take your family or special from that place. Want to wake up a good friend?"

Futaba was silent for a long time. She lowered her head to look at the plain keyboard, and at the same time moved the work platform to another data monitor, then slowly said:

"I... don't have a family, maybe I have, but in that era when we can't see tomorrow, everyone... couldn't make it here..."

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As if finally letting go of something, Futaba slowly talked to the supervisor about his own past story...not the experience in the company in the past, because for Futaba, it was even far lower than what was even more distant. , Nostalgia for the world.

"...In short, I don't have any extraordinary qualities, and I can't purify and decompose matter like Tomomoto...It's just that I can only play with some electronic software, which is very weak..."

"From my point of view, it is very powerful. You see, these constantly refreshing data, the intelligence I see when I work, and those things that require programs to run, are all designed by Futaba. Right?"

Futaba nodded. When she talked about this, she seemed to be in a much better mood. She even grabbed the supervisor's sleeve with a sensation, pointing to a few refreshed messages, and whispered to the supervisor that it was described by the data. Trajectory of employees’ actions.

... Is there any point in collecting that data?

"In the past, I actually only did these things...Unconsciously, I developed to accept the needs of others, and then feedback...and then find more things to do. When I do this, I feel very Easy, very easy, uh uh."

Futaba raised his head, the glass lens reflected the lighting of the department hall, so that the supervisor could not see her eyes-but in those beautiful pupils, the faint yellow light glowing indefinitely had already disappeared.

"However, so much time has passed...Even if I became so passive and unwilling to communicate with others, everyone did not give up on me. Even every time this kind of thing happened, so much energy was spent to take care of me... I feel that I will be scolded later."

The supervisor opened his mouth, and when he was about to say something, Christina's appearance suddenly appeared on the monitor in front of him.

"The head of the intelligence department, the stability value has risen to a safe level. Instead of falling into self-blame, it is better to check the company's system to see if there are hidden areas-the project can be suspended, not the highest priority."

After Christina disappeared, Futaba suddenly laughed softly: "Miss Chris, it's still the same, comfort me without a trace."

So how do you think they are squeezing labor, not comforting them?Or is it said that after staying in the company for a long time, everyone thinks that poisonous AI is not bad?

When he clicked on Futaba a few times on his notebook, the supervisor scratched his head: "I’m in a stable state...I’m actually not very good at talking to people. But you see, trying to watch the employees work, it’s not that difficult, right? ?"

Nodding vigorously, Futaba did not let go of the supervisor's sleeve, but after pushing the glasses, he suddenly asked: "Then, supervisor. I want to be like Tomono. Will I report to your office every day from now on?"

"..."

After a long silence, the supervisor quickly looked left and right, without seeing other people, especially after Aoba's, and then turned back: "Uh, I may have used [Wolf in short] for too long today. Audition, what you just said...Want to continue talking to me?"

This time, the change of supervisor wanted to escape reality.

Author's message:

PS:...It's another happy Saturday, continue to code words... My head hurts...

341.'Family' does not mean there is only one way of maintaining

There are not so many "auditory hallucinations" in the world, because this kind of thing means that the supervisor needs to talk to Lingxian to see if it is affected by any abnormality.

Futaba shook his head earnestly: "It's not like that, because you will be with Tomono every day after you comforted her, so I care very much. Does that mean you and Tomono have become family members?"

Family...In some ways, it is true, and even a large part of the self-decompression method is provided by Chino.

"It has passed, a long, long time, although I have been indulging in the past. However, I have almost forgotten how my family feels, and that information is only available to other people in the company. Obtain."

When she said this, she tapped the keyboard with one hand and called up some pictures captured in the rest area from the database. The supervisor clearly saw that many employees do not live alone in the company, they also have their own needs to maintain and help. People.

...... From now on ordering them to jump in and out of the hallways repeatedly will never feel guilty again.

"So, in fact, I am also very curious about how it feels to have a family. However, it does not seem very good to disturb everyone. And by observing the interaction between you and Chino, I found that your care for Chino makes me very Envy."

Pushing the glasses, Futaba stretched out his index finger to shake in front of the supervisor, and at the same time grasped the sleeve of the supervisor: "Moreover, you seem to be very good at comforting others. As long as you lean against you, you will feel the warmth that continues to spread. Come."

Don't say it as if you have squeezed the remaining fire, so anyone wants to rely on to share the burnt firewood?

The supervisor sighed, and glanced at the bottom of the platform: "Being a family...it seems good. It allows you to experience a relaxed conversation with others and express your troubles without worry. Although I don't know if I have enough Qualifications, but give it a try, it’s okay."

Hearing the supervisor's consent, Futaba showed a big smile. She adjusted the trajectory of the platform and said seriously: "In this case, um, we have to prepare."

"ready?"

"Well, preparation, very important preparation, because I have no experience in this area, and I don't have enough information, so I must collect enough information and analyze it."

It seems that Futaba will become very talkative when she comes to a professional place. She looks at the screen earnestly: "You and Chino will do a very special kind of intimacy. I have never touched it before, but will work hard to go. Hmm..."

The supervisor slammed her mouth hard, the crazily spitting desire in her heart could hardly be suppressed, and then looked at the constantly refreshing screens with a guilty conscience, and then turned her head to stare at Futaba after confirming that Christina or Aoba did not appear.

The latter was blinking in confusion, looking at the supervisor quietly, even if she was suddenly covered in her mouth, she did not subconsciously struggle or react in any other way, just watched quietly.

To be honest, Futaba is also a type with low body temperature, and it feels very good in the hand, but now when she is not thinking about it, the supervisor releases her hand sly, and then continues to be held by her sleeve.

"Uh... it's not that family members will do that kind of intimate thing, right, it's common sense. Oh, yes, the key question is, why do you know...er..."

The supervisor gestured for a while, but fortunately Futaba immediately understood what he wanted to ask.

"I am the head of the intelligence department, so I have to collect and process all kinds of information anytime and anywhere. The information in the office in charge is naturally included in it."

With that said, Futaba tapped the keyboard a few times and called up an all-text document, and then looked at the supervisor: "So, I can rearrange the theoretical knowledge after comparison, but in practice, other things are needed. Department cooperation, um, that’s it."

As everyone knows, the supervisor looks at the text description on the screen that details the coordinates of his movement every moment, and just wants to cover his face.

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Futaba’s "unstable" state can be regarded as the supervisor desperately trying to smooth it, but in fact, strictly speaking, a large part of it is that she herself is willing to accept this smoothing method, trusting and unconditionally trusting the supervisor. The choices made.

So the supervisor did not feel that she had done anything particularly important—for Futaba, he himself was already a particularly important person, but she, like the supervisor, was not good at expressing herself.

In the next time, within the time allowed, Futaba began to narrate to the supervisor, so that he could record the things that the department supervisors almost knew, but the supervisor did not understand.