Super Black Technology

Some people say that since the development of the Internet, everyone has a second identity. Because, when chatting online, no one knows whether they are facing a human or a dog.

Of course, "dog" is a bit exaggerated, but do you know whether it is a man or a woman? Or is it an adult or a child?

U.S. Washington State, Seattle.

In a small room with cartoon posters plastered all over the walls, a computer mainframe was whizzingly running. The rectangular LCD screen is flipping frame by frame at a speed that cannot be discerned by the naked eye.

With the light of the computer screen, one can clearly see a cute child sitting in front of the computer.

The child is about 11 years old, with a tender little face, and is wearing a Donald Duck costume.

The whole person looks very cute.

The cute kid was typing on the keyboard, and upon closer inspection, it turned out that he was using Facebook (equivalent to QQ) to chat with the person on the other side of the network.

At this point there are already several lines of dialogue on the chat window.

"Sister Alice, I like you very much, can you be my girlfriend?"

"No, I've known you for 3 years, and I haven't seen you yet! Every time I ask you where you are from and ask you to post photos, you just change the subject!"

"Sister, I didn't mean it, I can't go away."

Nima, this cute kid is actually picking up girls? Do you want to be so awesome?

This reason kept the other party silent for a long time, and then the sound of Didi sounded again, and another sentence came back on the Facebook window:

"Brother Watermelon, can I ask you a question?"

"Sister Alice, you ask!"

"who are you?!"

As soon as these words came out, the child's cute eyes suddenly disappeared, and the depth began to fill his pair of blue eyes. A brooding look on his face followed, which a child could never have, and gradually became calm, and finally he smiled sinisterly.

It's been 8 years, 8 years, and now it's finally enough.

My time is coming!

The cute child tapped the keyboard again, and quickly sent a string of text: Sister, tomorrow is your birthday, I want to give you a birthday present!

The other side of the network was silent again, and seemed very dissatisfied with "Watermelon" avoiding the topic again.

One minute, two minutes...

Finally, the other side spoke again.

"How do you know that my sister's birthday is tomorrow? And tomorrow is Sunday, and my sister is going to work as a cashier at a convenience store near the school. How can I receive your birthday present?"

"Hee hee, it's okay. As long as my sister is still in Leeds tomorrow, I will definitely receive a gift from my brother. I'll leave first, my sister, bye!"

After deftly closing Facebook and shutting down the computer, Ike stood up and walked out of the room.

"Warning, native Ike, only 71 hours left! Warning, only 71 hours left!" The mysterious metallic electronic sound gradually faded away...

Restaurant on the first floor.

A plate of bread and a glass of milk are already on the table. No breakfast for Mom and Dad, because the Williamses had packed their bags and were ready to go.

Ike tilted his head, blinking at his parents.

"Ike, mom and dad are busy at work today, so go to school by yourself."

Ike nodded ignorantly, and watched the Williams couple leave.

The huge living room was instantly empty, and Ike hopped to the dining table and ate breakfast.

The soft morning light came in from the window, covering the living room, and also put a layer of light gold on the eleven-year-old child.

The child was eating the bread quietly, with that adorable expression on his face, it seemed that maintaining this expression had become his daily habit.

The golden morning light, cute children, what a picture like a fairy tale.

Sudden!

Ike's hand holding the bread trembled, as if someone was "talking" to him again. Ike quickly put down the bread in his hand, and then closed his eyes.

The sea of ​​brain consciousness, the depths of the soul that modern technology cannot touch.

A bright "ball of light" was blooming, and the light instantly illuminated Ike's sea of ​​consciousness.

Accompanied by these rays of light, there was a metallic electronic sound: "Ike natives, please let me know that there are only 70 hours and 53 minutes left before our agreed deadline! Are you sure you can succeed this time?"

"Yes, 'Clos', I'm sure!"

Cross is the name of the light sphere, which comes from a high-dimensional life form in a high-dimensional universe.

It was one night in the previous life, when I came home from overtime work, a bright meteor fell from the sky and smashed myself to death...

Fortunately, I was reborn in an ordinary family in the United States.

Tragically, this sphere of light is bound to his own soul.

Because time and space are reversed due to crossing the universe, the light sphere has been severely damaged, and an extremely large amount of energy is required to restore it.

According to the agreement between the two parties, I help it collect energy, and it teaches itself to learn scientific and technological knowledge, and the specific scientific and technological content depends on the energy.

And this so-called energy is——

Reputation!

What profession is the most famous? Be a super scientist!

how famous A sensation in the world!

How to make a sensation in the world? Sister, here comes the birthday present!

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The origin of the protagonist's name: the 125th hero in "League of Legends", time assassin "Ike". Harmony is in power and dare not be reborn in China, you understand.

The age of the main character is a minor issue. The author sets one year older for every 100 votes. If readers cast 1,000 votes today, the author will dare to write 10 years later tomorrow.

no sooner said than done!

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