I Really Like That Guy!

After the investigation at the police station, Arlo and Qi-eight were taken home by a police car.

As soon as the two entered the door, Arlo looked at Seventy-Eight: "Why are you so obedient this time?"

The robot tilted its head, and the rigidity on its body disappeared at once.

"Because Seventy-Eight knows that the master is protecting me." He smiled brightly, and said calmly and directly: "Daisy taught me a lot of things. It turns out that Seventy-Eight is a different robot, and Seventy-Eight should not exist. Try to protect Seventy-Eight, and Seventy-Eight must also try her best to protect herself and not let the Master down."

The normally indifferent scientist fell silent, and she looked at the robot, her eyes were black and white, her usual indifference was like ice that was about to melt, and the bottom of her eyes was rippling.

This straightforward, eager and unreserved expression was like a blazing flame, and she sat by the fire, her cheeks flushed by the scorching heat.

A Luo pursed his lips slightly, turned his face awkwardly, "Don't be sentimental, I just don't want my experimental results to be destroyed."

Seventy-eight will no longer be sad because of the master's mouth. He has learned to read another language: "The secretion of dopamine increases, the heart is tachycardia, master, are you shy?"

"Shut up!" said his hard-mouthed and soft-hearted master angrily.

"Okay, master." The robot agreed with a smile and closed its mouth, but the smile on its face couldn't be hidden.

When he was talking, A Luo felt unbearable, but he stopped talking, just looked at her with a smile, she still felt unbearable.

She was uncomfortably powerful, as if his eyes had weight, making her heart tremble.

But as long as the robot is at home, it will not take its eyes off her. This is the setting of most companion androids, and they are the masters wherever they see it.

Alo thought, she should find something to do.

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, the clear voice of the robot sounded in his ears: "Master, Seventy-Eight's arms are a little damaged and need to be repaired. Can I trouble you to help Seventy-Eight?"

"Damaged? Is it serious? Why didn't you say it before?"

A Luo hurriedly walked over to him, frowned and pulled his sleeves, swept away the awkwardness just now.

"It's not very serious, so I didn't tell the master. Don't worry, master."

Seventy-eight took the initiative to take off his sweater, which contained a shirt. He slowly began to unbutton it. A Luo was anxious. Seeing that he was moving too slowly, he immediately started to help him untie it.

If you don't know the inside information, just look at their behavior, the cold woman bows her head and carefully undresses the man, and her actions are full of ambiguity.

It's a pity that the two of them didn't understand the style. Seventy-eight didn't understand it, and Arlo didn't have that thought.

The shirt was taken off, revealing the man's chest and two cracked arms.

On his shoulders, where his arms meet his body, the bionic skin is torn open, and the torn silicone muscle underneath has the exact same texture as human muscle.

The blood-red muscles were broken, but no blood appeared. The metal bones wrapped inside the muscles were pure white, and the flesh burst out, which was quite shocking.

A Luo breathed a sigh of relief, but the damage to the flesh was not serious.

Seventy-eight lowered his head and felt that the master's mood became soothing, and said with a smile: "Master, Seventy-eight will not lie to you."

A Luo looked up at him, did not answer his words, turned to the room and said, "Turn on the research mode."

"Received, the research mode has been turned on." The soft electronic voice girl came.

The warm interior has changed. Arlo lives on the large flat floor. Two modes were chosen in the original design, one is the home mode, and the other is the research mode.

Turn on research mode, and her room will become a small laboratory for her to work and research.

Seventy-eight smiled, his brows furrowed, and with a gloomy look, he asked Arlo: "Why didn't the master find Seventy-eight? Seventy-eight is the housekeeper!"

He felt left out, wasn't Seventy-Eight doing enough?

Seventy-eight was very aggrieved, but his master only felt that he was unreasonable, and Arlo put on his lab coat and glasses expressionlessly, and ordered, "Lie down on the workbench, and I will repair your body."

"Oh." Seventy-eight responded with a muffled response, and he obediently climbed onto the workbench, lying there still couldn't help but talk, "Master, Seventy-eight will definitely study hard and become your almighty housekeeper!"

Once she entered the working state, Arlo would not be distracted, she answered absentmindedly, and concentrated on repairing the robot in front of her.

She specializes in chip research, and this is the first time she has done this kind of external repair of robots.

However, the relevant video materials could be found on the Internet. She checked it and was able to repair it by herself, so she did not plan to send him to the company.

Arlo's learning ability is still very strong, and the laboratory is also equipped with a lot of instruments, so it didn't take long for seventy-eight's two arms to be connected to her intact.

After taking the arm, she glanced at Seventy-Eight's face and thought of the man she saw at the airship station.

"Seventy-eight, how about I change your face for you?"

The general robot will definitely agree to this, but Seventy-Eight asks inexplicably, "Why do you want to change it?"

He still likes this face quite a bit. Seventy-eight found out that his face is very beautiful in human aesthetics. Every time he laughs, the host's body secretes more dopamine, which shows that the host also likes it very much. his face.

A Luo thought about it and decided to tell him the truth: "Because I found that your face is the same as someone else's, it would be better if you changed it."

Seventy-eight thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "Seventy-eight understands, it turns out that Seventy-eight is a substitute!"

Arlo: "..." Has he even learned the word?

"Master doesn't want Seventy-Eight to be a substitute?" The robot's eyes were astonishingly bright, and it looked at the woman by the workbench without blinking.

The woman pursed her lower lip, her voice as cold as ever: "You are an independent individual."

Although she was concise, Seventy-Eight inexplicably sounded her sentence "He is a unique existence". At this moment, he was so blessed that he actually understood what she meant.

The robot can't perceive human emotions, but he can feel the silent attention she attaches to him from the master's words.

"It's weird..." the robot muttered.

"What's wrong?"

Seventy-Eight raised a hand, pressed it against the heart of his chest, and said, "Seventy-eight's chips are so hot." He stared at A Luo, his tone was very serious, "Master, did you add to Seventy-Eight? What program?"

A Luo's expression changed slightly, thinking that something was wrong with him, so he hurriedly touched his heart. With her touch, the skin on the robot's chest separated, revealing his core device.

The core device was all normal, and no faults were found. She touched it lightly with her fingertips, and the cold machinery had no trace of temperature.

"I don't feel hot from the outside. Could it be an internal problem? Check yourself to see if there is a short circuit or overloaded operation."

Seventy-eight shook his head: "Seventy-eight thought of the reason."

"what?"

"Humans' heart beats faster when they are happy. Seventy-eight's heart is the core chip. Whenever the owner makes Seventy-eight happy, it will also beat."

His knuckled fingers held A Luo's wrist, and he held her hand carefully, making her palm fit his heart, feeling the beating of his "heart".

The android's heart does beat, and this time, it beats significantly faster.

"Master, it jumps so fast, can you feel it?" Seventy-Eight said in surprise.

The skin under his palm vibrated, as if being hit by a small hammer quickly, with a very slight force, but Arlo felt like he was electrocuted, and his fingers curled up unconsciously.

She blinked her eyelashes and withdrew her hand from his fingers with a cold face. "It's nothing unusual. The android simulates the basic physiological state of a normal human being."

Seventy-eight also blinked. His vision is not as simple as that of humans. Those eyes are actually a scanner, and the oval field of vision is full of various data.

The owner's heart rate, pulse, and various body indicators are all under strict monitoring.

"Master, your heart rate has increased, and your ears are getting hot... eh, why are your ears hot?" the robot said to himself, "Oh, the reason for the hot ears is congestion, some people are feeling shy, embarrassed, embarrassed when……"

It's not good to have a robot, no matter what the owner's mood changes, he can't escape his perception.

The hair can cover the red ears, and the cold face can hide the ups and downs of the heart, but the data of the body will not lie.

"Stop talking, seventy-eight." Arlo sighed helplessly.

The robot was very obedient and closed its mouth obediently, but a pair of Qing Lingling eyes were bright and dazzling like the sunshine in the midsummer.

Bathed in such light, Arlo couldn't get angry at all. She looked down at him and asked, "What kind of face do you want?"

Seventy-eight was surprised: "Let me choose?"

Arlo nodded: "It's your face, of course you choose."

As she spoke, she tapped her fingertips on the workbench, and soon a light curtain was suspended in front of the two of them, and a straight, standard male face appeared on it.

Seventy-eight looked at her and said, "Seventy-eight is the master's robot. Since I am yours, it is up to the master to choose what he looks like! I want the master to like it, and the face the master likes is Seven. Eighteen wants to look like."

Arlo: "..."

The robot can't lie, and looking at the stern expression on the robot's face, Arlo knows that this is his sincerity.

She once read a question, can it feel like being liked?

Someone replied that you can feel the temperature while sitting by the fire, not to mention being liked.

At this moment, Arlo felt like he was standing by the lava. Even though he didn't understand anything, he was a new consciousness, but the enthusiasm and loyalty, outspoken love and emotion, seemed to drown her.