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(A long time ago, I used a Nokia Symbian mobile phone. There is a game called uniwar, which is the interstellar version of War Chess. I was extremely addicted at the time and also played a high ranking, added a post and a player group. In the group, there was a very interesting message one day, and we had a whole day talking about it. "Really nb, can interstellar be written like this? Machine gunners in outer space are in love with little human girls?" With this sentence, I remember I wrote this story in my mind. Now the game is ported to Android and ios. The above content is available on Baidu. The story is divided into the front and back, the first part is pure reference, and the middle and second part is innovation.)

There is an independent planet outside the distant galaxy. It is full of alien Zerg.

Because the rock contains huge ores, humans sent teams of robots to the planet.

These robots fight alien zerg and capture ore energy.

At first, robots could not beat Zerg, but then humans invented artificial intelligence.

Robots are getting smarter, thinking about repairing their bodies.

The fight against the Zerg also became a win-loss.

That day, the Zerg attacked a small force. Of course, this kind of thing happens frequently. The notebook with the new energy data was handed over to a machine gunner by the engineer: "Run, take the data to a safe place. Connect to the Internet and upload it, there are secrets I found."

This was the last sentence the machine gunner heard from the engineer. The sharp claws of the Zerg took the engineer's life.

The machine gunner finished shooting his last tube and ran towards the distance.

In a secluded cave, the machine gunner modified his route.

Connected yourself to the notebook.

At this moment the machine gunner was stupid, and something on the Internet opened his other door.

The machine gunner removed the laptop's network card and some parts and welded it to his inner back.

Threw away the notebook's hard drive.

The machine gunner returned to the human base by leaning on the map in his notebook.

An engineer learned that this was a machine gunner returning from the battlefield and added him to the new formation.

This special machine gunner fought hard during the day and used his private battery to connect his CPU brain to the network card for Internet access.

The machine gunner downloaded a chat software, and he opened a chat window curiously. Opposite the window is a 14-year-old **** Earth.

The night of this planet is the daytime of the earth.

"It's strange? Uncle, your location is unknown. And there is no ID." The girl said.

"I'm on an alien planet"

"Don't joke uncle, are you a very powerful hacker."

"I am a machine gunner."

"Uncle, you are so funny. They are all 27 years old."

"That's my production date."

"Don't make trouble."

"It's all true."

. . . . . .

In this way, the machine gunners fought with the Zerg for ore resources during the day, and chatted with the little girl of the earth at night.

"Hello. Uncle, do you like me?"

"What do you like?"

"Don't make trouble, uncle, why don't I talk to me for so long. Tell me, uncle, you must like people."

"I do not know"

"Eh, uncle, you can't do this. You deceive people's feelings, they will ignore you."

The little girl went offline.

The next day, the human camp was discovered by the Zerg. The sky is full of insects flying over the base.

The engineer said: "We are done, we are all on the front line to fight."

The special machine gunner understood what and connected to the internet.

The girl found the news flashing late at night.

"I'm dying."

"Uncle? Are you kidding me? Don't you like other people, so you want to make excuses to leave me?"

"No, the Zerg found our base. We may all die here."

"Eh? What's wrong?" The little girl sent a voice.

The machine gunner has no horn and voice system, only the microphone on the laptop.

But this time he pressed OK, the bombing sounds of various machine guns and artillery accompanied by howling Zerg sonic waves.

"Great uncle? You must be a hacker. These voices? Why don't you talk."

"I don't have a speaker, and I can't speak ..."

"Uncle, don't play, will you?"

"Wait, I'm almost done. I'm running out of ammunition."

. . .

The huge claw penetrated the body of the machine gunner and tore its limbs. The battery fluid has flowed out.

"No, my drive is damaged by the Zerg. The electricity is less than one percent. I understand, I like you, but I am going to die."

This was the last sentence of the machine gunner. The little girl looked down at the opposite head.

One day, one week, one month. The avatar has never been bright. The little girl grew up, but she never deleted the uncle whose ID is the machine gunner.

The little girl understands and does not understand, who is this machine gunner? What purpose?

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