My portable gaming girlfriend

It is difficult for me to explain what kind of experience it is to leave the game through the 'door'. According to the 'programmer', this is not a formal way to log out of the game. It is violent and directly more like a backdoor for program intrusion...

"This is where?"

The previous few times I went through this process without any actual experience, but this time it seems to be a little different... probably because of the flashing pictures around me, they are dynamic pictures one after another. They keep flashing before the eyes like ancient slides, mysterious and confusing.

Before I could react, these pictures expanded rapidly amidst the radiance, and finally I was completely engulfed in a strong white light...

"What the hell is going on here? Am I... dreaming?"

When I opened my eyes again, everything changed dramatically. I left that strange space and entered a more realistic place... at least relatively more realistic.

This is a very vast space, at least much larger than the lecture theater where I usually attend classes in college. There are many strange machines placed under the bright light——

I can guarantee that I have never seen this scene before. I am just a child from an ordinary family. I don’t know any of the high-end laboratory environment and unnamed instruments around me.

...What is that huge white hemisphere upside down on the ground? Are the looming lines inside sure not the human brain? And what about a bunch of glass tubes full of liquids that can fit a person? Am I at a cloning center? How are those glass windows with small rooms behind them like observation rooms? What kind of terrible experiment is going on here?

My mind was dizzy, and I didn't know what happened for a while. It was true that He Xiwu entered the 'gate' to avoid the snowstorm, but I didn't know why I didn't log out directly but appeared here.

Soon a voice interrupted my thoughts...

"The 'experiment' has grown so big?"

The magnetic voice belonging to the uncle came from the top of my head. Although the language was English, I immediately understood what he meant for no apparent reason. This surprised me myself, after all, my English listening is usually on the verge of passing.

The most important thing is that I found that I can't control my body! I can only passively feel that my head has turned to the direction of the sound source...

Fortunately, my body turned around on its own, and I found that the height of my field of vision was very low, definitely not the usual height.

I looked up and saw the talking uncle. He was wearing a beige casual jacket with three buttons on the neckline of a floral shirt and ordinary jeans underneath. Looking up at his graying hair, with a pair of sunglasses on his face, he looks more like the owner of a food stand at a beach resort, holding a pile of grilled squid and beer in his hand and yelling, passing by.

Only the 'Francis Rosenblatt Researcher' engraved on his gilded nameplate on his chest, and the smaller 'Focus on Brain Science and Human Evolution' and 'Supreme Council of Science' in the lower two rows , told me that he might be the master of this laboratory.

…Isn’t the Supreme Council of Science the scientific organization that gathers all the geniuses in the human world? Committed to the development and future of human beings, it is the most authoritative worldwide organization. I almost know this definition by heart...

Yet why am I standing here and seeing the people of this fabulous organization?

And Francis Rosenblatt contacted the Supreme Science Council, as if he had heard of this combination somewhere... What's even weirder... In my eyes, this man has no face, not the kind who really looks No facial features, but the corresponding parts are very blurred, so blurred that it is difficult to identify, but the pair of sunglasses are clearly imprinted in my mind.

In an instant, I realized that my previous experience was actually a dream, and now I just woke up as an experimental subject—and broke out in a cold sweat.

I want to ask who he is and what it has to do with me, but—it is not really satisfactory to ask such a question, as if this body is not mine at all.

"Now is not the time for the subject to be questioned."

The voice of another middle-aged man appeared in the room, different from the former who was wearing a gray suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which was straight and elegant.

The name tag on his chest is also printed with 'Robert Sagnac Researcher' and 'Focus on Gene Science and Human Evolution', 'Supreme Science Council' The voice of the middle-aged man in the suit is cold and serious, obviously the same title, but the temperament is the same as before My uncle is the complete opposite. In colleges and universities, if you get 59 points in the final exam, he will never give you 60 points no matter how hard you ask.

It's also a very familiar combination... and like the former, I can't see his face clearly at all.

"I'm just passing by. I want to see an old friend. Can't I welcome you?"

The voice of the middle-aged man in casual clothes sounded enthusiastic, and I could almost instantly fill the eerie blur above his head with a smiling Western face.

"..."

Seeing that the other party didn't pay attention to him, the man in casual clothes had no choice but to cough to cover up his embarrassment.

"Is the 'experiment' okay? Well... But it still looks the same..."

Experimental subject? Watching both of them look at me in unison, I realized it was me they were talking about. At the same time, the field of vision in front of me began to move downwards, and I saw the infusion equipment inserted in the arm and...a pair of white and small feet.

'I' turned out to be a little girl?

"Don't worry about it, she—"

The man in the suit answered coldly. However, after only one word, the foreground object suddenly disappeared, and my surroundings became a series of bizarre pictures again.

What are these? The data turbulence that the 'programmer' said? chaos? It's clearly not a video, but is this a game? Or... is it a scene that someone actually experienced?

In short, one thing is certain, this is definitely not my own story, but what I am experiencing... just like the scene experience or cutscene CG of some stand-alone games.

But this is definitely not a game that exists in reality... because no organization or individual can directly use the name of the Supreme Science Council.

The plot seems to take place in a certain laboratory of the Supreme Science Council. The protagonists are "I" and two middle-aged uncle researchers who are respectively studying "brain science" and "gene science" as well as the common "direction of human development".

I don’t understand at all, the so-called brain science is the subject of transforming the brain, right? Genetic science is related to the genome, right?

I remember that thanks to the development of brain science and genetic science in recent years, many chronic and terminal diseases have been cured. Maybe it is the reason why these two people sound familiar? I knew that I should pay more attention to the news of technological development.

What role does 'I' play in this house? It seems to be a little girl named 'Experimental Subject'. But other specific information is unknown, maybe it came from some experiment, or project...

She is called an 'experiment' at such a young age, no matter if it is a good or a bad experiment, this little girl is very pitiful.

Those moving pictures are like holographic screens floating in space, scattered in all directions in this dark place, and I want to enter them, and want to know more about this little girl...

I was wandering around in the dark, and finally experienced the feeling of Ye Yin being trapped in the darkness in "Mirror Island". Some tens of minutes later, I suddenly bumped into a 'picture'... and entered another scene as I wished.

A room of about 30 square meters, the furnishings are very simple, just a bed, a chair, a table, and a pair of VR helmets. Incidentally, the small room in the corner should be a toilet.

The silver-white luminous ceiling is exactly the same as the ceiling of the Supreme Science Council laboratory, so I can largely believe that this is another room of the Supreme Science Council.

"This is your name from today on."

A middle-aged man spoke from behind. I turned around, his face was still blank and fuzzy, but luckily he had a name tag—it was Sagnac, the uncle who specialized in genetic science, but now he seemed to be a little older, at least I saw his face The hair is already half white.

He didn't really stand in front of me, what I saw was a holographic projection on the ground.

"my name?"

'I' finally spoke, and it was still a girl's voice, flat and without ups and downs.

"This is your name."

"Replace the 'experimental body'?"

"No, calling you an 'experiment' is just a classification of your individuality, and this name is used to help you learn to understand emotions."

"What is the relationship between giving me a name and understanding other people's emotions?"

"At this stage, it's just an experiment."

"I see, Professor."

First of all, I can basically confirm that the possessed one is still the last experimental subject, but she has grown up a bit. The information revealed in the short conversation probably means that this experimental subject can't understand other people's feelings? Despite the many questions that popped up, there was no doubt that I couldn't ask the man in front of me right now.

After instructing the subject to carry out "daily experiments and records", the professor's holographic communication was cut off. The scene didn't end, the little girl went straight to the bathroom after closing the holographic image——

What, the bathroom? Difficult... Do you want to go to the toilet? Then you have to take off your pants, and 'I' is a little girl, right? This is not a perverted behavior... I immediately concentrated on resisting this behavior! But no matter how I tried to twist my body, I couldn't stop myself from pushing the bathroom door...

"my name……"

The little girl didn't know the crisis she was facing, and she pushed open the door of the bathroom at the same time talking to herself, saying that the bathroom furnishings are also very simple, just a shower room, a sink, a toilet and a mirror That's all.

The mirror was facing the door so I could see her reflected there—blue eyes, fiery red hair, delicate skin but an expressionless face. Her eyes were empty, as if she hadn't focused on anything. Just staring straight at the mirror, staring at me, as if I could see something...

This appearance...is just a lot smaller than in memory, but it is undoubtedly very familiar! "You, you are—" At this moment, I suddenly realized who the name the professor said was, and unexpectedly, I found that I could speak. Just the moment I really said that name, the flat mirror cracked in front of us. The mirror shattered very fast, and the entire mirror surface was broken into pieces. The broken mirror separated me from the little girl in the mirror, and my eyes were once again filled with white light...