Elf Archer of Life in Another World

Three days later, when he came to the observation room again, it had been raining all day.

After closing the door, the gray sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window pressed against the glass. The bright corridor behind me shone in the water drops that were winding down, and it dimmed and brightened with the constant passing of pedestrians.

All the equipment was running, converging into a low hum, like dull thunder in the sky.

After a few seconds, Pascal found a red light spot in the sea of ​​stationary instrument lights. When he got closer, he saw his reflection on the glass ball.

"It's raining today and the light is not good. Why don't you turn on the lights?" Pascal looked around the observation room. The control here seemed to have been handed over to Mianmian.

"No need." The electronic sound sounded, a bit sharp against the background sound.

Pascal was silent for a moment, looking at the slender wrists of the girl inside through the sealed healing chamber, and asked softly: "Do you still remember who I am?"

"Of course I remember," the glass ball turned, "Mr. Pascal, thank you for coming to see me."

"I heard..." Pascal smiled pretending to be relaxed, "you changed your name?"

"Well, Nian Nian, does that sound good?" The robot hand rotated and stretched out from the side of the sanatorium and pinched Pascal's cuff.

"...It sounds nice," Pascal's nose was a little sore and he shook his head, "How did you come up with the idea of ​​changing it to this name?"

"The pronunciation is very similar. Anyway, they can't remember the wrong pronunciation, so they just mispronounce it." The red light spot in the glass ball turned to the window and flickered non-stop.

"There are always a few days every year where the weather is like this. It is said that it will turn to heavy rain soon." Pascal knew that she was taking pictures again and laughed.

"This is the first time I've seen it." The robot hand stretched out and stuck to the glass window. "It has become darker, and the temperature and air pressure have also changed."

Pascal also walked to the window, raised his hand to touch the cold and hard glass, recalling the feeling of the raindrops falling on him just now, and suddenly had an idea.

"I think the name Mianmian sounds too weak and unpleasant." The robot hand gently touched Pascal's finger again.

"What about Nian Nian?" Pascal didn't want to show too much doubt and asked following her words.

"Year after year, year after year, live."

Blue lightning pierced the sky, and Pascal twisted his face slightly as if on conditioned reflex.

The robot hand immediately pressed on the glass, and the red light spot swept up and down. When another lightning flashed, two words whispered by Pascal were heard:

"Does it hurt?"

Red light spots flickered against the sky and reflected in the raindrops hitting the glass window, like drops of red gems.

"I can't feel it." Through the glass, the robot hand wiped the raindrops, "I just had some strange thoughts a few times, as if I would never come back."

"Does that hurt?"

...

The memory of walking from the observation room to his office has been completely forgotten by Pascal. When he came back to his senses, he was already sitting at his desk, with a humanoid 3D model on the electronic screen in front of him.

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"Fran, create an access point to the virtual world in my name, identified as Gu Mianmian."

"Create it in your name and let her access it from the network in this laboratory?"

Pascal and Gu Mianmian belong to two different project teams. When Fran is dealing with it, he still needs to clarify the access path and ownership.

"Yes, just access it as my administrator so as not to attract other people's attention."

"OK."

Pascal stared at the electronic screen for a while, then suddenly said:

"Fran, if Mian Mian's nervous system is restored and repaired now, her survival rate..."

"Sir, this requires Dr. Walton's consent." Fran reminded before giving the conclusion, "Between five to ten percent, Dr. Walton's transformation plan does not consider reversibility.

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Pascal sighed deeply, remained silent for a moment, and then said:

"Fran, I need a digital model that completely simulates the human physiology of young women. Could you please calculate the cost of continuously running this model?"

"Okay, please wait."

While waiting for Fran to mobilize existing data for automatic modeling, Pascal was also looking for Gu Mianmian's personal information, including height, ideal weight, blood type, voiceprint, bone structure, etc.

These are unique to that girl.

"Sir, do you want me to use your search results when modeling?" Fran very intelligently discovered the connection between these two behaviors.

"Well, thank you for your hard work." Pascal nodded and did not take back his hand. Although he could order Fran to deal with these things in a sentence or two, he was still used to doing things by himself.

Yes, do something, do something with his hands.

He didn't know if it would be useful.

However, if that child can once again enjoy the warmth of the sun, the gentleness of the breeze and the coolness of the drizzle, even if it is fake, can Mianmian be brought back?

At least, let her live like a human being.

Let her remember how people live.

...

With Fran's help and Pascal's persistence, Niannian has half an hour of entertainment time every day, and can play as an ordinary elf player in the virtual world.

Pascal handed over all his wealth to Fran for management to ensure the resource consumption required for the operation of this extremely real "program", which is expected to last for about eighty years.

At this time, the online game called "Life in Another World" had just been put into operation, and the inexperienced developers did not think about the adaptation problems that players would have to face when transitioning between the two worlds.

Lying in the game warehouse and blinking, players can enter the virtual world from reality.

She has been unable to blink for years, nor does she need to blink. She has become accustomed to moving from one body to another.

After getting a brand new eye, she carefully observed her human body, from head to toe, from the tiny pores to the thin shoulder blades, measured all the data, and listened patiently.

Live your heartbeat and breathing.

She was very curious about what this body she couldn't control looked like.

Ever since I started wandering through various machines and equipment through Fran, I have felt more and more every year that my body is no different from machines such as coffee machines and treadmills, and is even far inferior.

At least those sturdier bodies were something she could control, and when swimming among the machines, she felt like she was free.

She can control the coffee machine to flow out scalding hot water, she can adjust the speed of the treadmill, she can communicate with other people through these machines, she can receive feedback from machines and humans in real time, and she can also move around with the help of some machines.

But her body couldn't even move a finger, and she couldn't even turn over.

She began to think about why such a useless body existed.

After a long dark night, she was sent to another larger body by Dr. Walton, who was a little different from before. She saw the blue earth and the bright and huge sun behind it.

Her eyes began to stare at the deep darkness of the universe and the glimmer of light in the darkness for a long time. Her ears began to listen to those endless and seemingly meaningless signals. Her hands could also grasp those floating between the earth and the moon.

artificial satellites, and then break them into tiny pieces.

That small, fragile, meaningless human body, and everything related to that body, seemed to have been forgotten by her.

But, on this day, when she used this small, fragile, meaningless, and even false human body to step on the soft earth with both feet;

When the warm afternoon sun fell on her cheeks and the back of her neck;

When she fell to her knees and her knees were sore from a certain particle;

When she grabbed a handful of rough sand and put it in her mouth to chew, letting the earthy taste explode in her mouth, she finally felt a thin tingling spread from the corner of her eyes, flowed through her mouth, and penetrated

The tip of the tongue instantly moistened a part of the body that had long been dry.

Her life was rolling with the tears that came out again.

...

There is only half an hour of game time every day every year, which is equivalent to one hour in the game.

At the beginning, she would spend this hour lying quietly in the forest, letting the breeze blow down the fallen leaves and floating on her body. She would also dip into the river water from her toes to the top of her head little by little, and then let the sun slowly dry them.

clothing.

At the same time, she would put whatever she could find into her mouth, swallowing whatever she could chew and taste them, like a baby who was tired of exploring the world.

However, this world is also full of dangers. Although most plants in the wild are delicious, they are also poisonous and can cause all kinds of weird symptoms.

Every year, the annoying things like abdominal pain, convulsions, and red rashes were a novel experience that she had never experienced before, which made her habit of eating randomly even worse.

Pascal followed and monitored her for more than a month. He couldn't laugh or cry about the child's greedy mouth, and he couldn't make too many changes without permission, so he put a colorful mushroom on Nian Nian's hand, and at the same time increased her ability to decompose toxins in her body.

In this way, other players will only think that she triggered some adventure. As for whether it will cause a large-scale poisonous mushroom poisoning incident, this is not the scope of Pascal's consideration.

What's more, with such a bright color, every year I think it's harmless and delicious, and stuff it into my mouth without even looking at it.

Of course, the scope of this ability is limited to those poisonous substances eaten by her.

As he gradually began to communicate with other players in the game every year, Pascal also relaxed and went to the observation room to see her from time to time and listen to her chattering about interesting things in the game world.

Walton, who had originally complained about this, no longer complained to Pascal. Instead, with a wave of his hand, he approved an hour of entertainment time every day for every year.

With the combination of work and rest, my work efficiency has improved significantly every year, and I have broken through several limits one after another, just to be able to return to the game world on time, talk to people, eat, and bask in the sun.

A few days ago, a malfunction occurred on the space station near Mars orbit. I am familiar with the rapid response of control operations in the space station system. When the automatic repair function of the space station is damaged, the damaged area is closed, and the physical condition of the astronauts is monitored in real time to find the problem. Various tasks such as formulating plans, recruiting other equipment and resources for emergency repairs, etc. were carried out at the same time, and the situation was stabilized before the ground control center intervened, which surprised those who were not aware of the existence of her "intern".

But for Nian Nian, who has already slipped into the game world, whether it is the work of the space station, the cold and cramped universe, or the lives of the dozen astronauts, they are not as important as the sweetness in her mouth.

All along, Niannian's most valuable quality in the eyes of Walton and others is obedience. As long as she is told what to do, no matter how complicated and tedious the steps are, she can execute them flawlessly.

This is of course good, and it is much better than being rebellious every year, but it also makes her no different from those intelligent systems.

After the incident on the space station, Nian Nian's subjective initiative was recognized by everyone, and Walton became more and more aware of the preciousness of the gem he unearthed.

"I heard that you are a little hero and have saved many people."

That day, Pascal came to visit her again and mentioned this matter.

"No, no," the glass ball turned around sheepishly, "It takes a little effort, it takes a little effort."

"Don't be modest, you deserve this title," Pascal said with a smile, lowering his voice, "Why did I hear Fran say that you used my administrator rights to mess around in the project team system over there?"

"I didn't rummage around." The robot hand grabbed Pascal's clothes, "I just wanted to... make a pass or something."

Her current level is not enough to leave the elven tribe where she was born, let alone the elven territory of the Seas Forest.

"Pass? Where are you going?" Pascal asked with a smile.

"City of Usher." The glass ball looked towards the ground.

"Why do you want to go somewhere?" Pascal still had a vivid memory of the setting of this city and didn't think it was a good place to visit.

"Do you remember what I told you about the person who has been following me in the game?" The robot hand tugged at the corner of his clothes again.

"Remember, and he's a man." Pascal raised his eyebrows, "What? Have you asked him why?"

"I asked, and he said he just thought I was interesting."

"Then what?" Pascal thought about it and didn't think "interesting" was a romantic comment.

"He said that he can take me to the City of Usher tomorrow and take me to see the beasts." The glass ball spun three times, "Do I have friends?"

"Well, get along well," Pascal made up his mind to check this person's information and warned, "Don't use administrator rights to cheat. This is unfair to other players. Since he said he can take you out of the tribe, then let him He figured it out."

"Yeah, I remember," the robot hand raised up, as if to swear, "I promise with my own personality that I will never mess around."

...

That day, as an important tool for the space exploration project, every year had just completed its last test, and was informed by Walton in an understatement that the entertainment time would be permanently cancelled.

That day, as the mastermind who was about to single-handedly lead an exploration spacecraft to fly out of the solar system, Nian Nian's healing cabin was removed from the observation room and pushed into the operating room where the brain was removed.

That day, the operation was successful. Gu Mianmian's body stopped beating and he was officially declared dead.

It seems that another person died at the same time.