As a human, Alvin was once the same as most people, when synthesizers were a necessity in their partners and life, but not in their own kind.

This is easy to understand. Although synthetic humans have the same special name as humans and cannot distinguish realistic emotions... they are not humans after all.

Until during an extreme exercise, he was bitten off by a Martian deep sea crocodile and had to replace the legs of a light alloy bone. Although it was no different from usual, Alvin still felt something strange in his heart.

It has nothing to do with the need for maintenance once a year, but he feels... he is not a complete human being now.

Is a synthetic human with a human brain considered a human? Is a synthetic human with a human body considered a human?

What is the definition of human beings? Is it a series of DNA that has been inherited for billions of years, or has it inherited the inheritance of the spiritual civilization of Homo sapiens, or is it a baby that develops naturally by combining sperm and eggs?

In this way, he began to try to understand synthesis, understand synthesis, and know that a place where synthesisers who have born intelligence will go: safe haven.

Although the current federal situation is that the interests of synthetic people can be guaranteed, and citizens are relatively peaceful about synthetic people, there are always some citizens who do not think so.

Humans will be extremely cruel to themselves, let alone aliens.

There are many people like him in the federal government and they are working hard to speak out to make the synth gain more rights.

The safe haven't been very strange about their human attitude towards them: they don't take the initiative to contact and don't reveal goodwill.

It seems that they just want to accommodate adults and then settle in a corner to avoid all the troubles.

Alvin could only take the initiative.

He wants to learn more about the organization.

Alvin looked at the hut silently, covering the surroundings with snow that was deep in his knees. There should have been no one here in several days.

After the snow was flowing, Alvin left the road and walked towards the only outline of the snowy night.

The snow in the yard was also not cleaned, and his trousers were already wet, and the cold was against his calves.

I have to go to maintain it earlier this year. Alvin thought.

The dim door light illuminated a small area in front of the door, making the snow even more crystal clear. Alvin walked to the door, and the white breath exhaled from his dry lips, rising swaying.

The nostalgic wooden door with windows shows that it has been a few years since then. A curtain is hanging behind the window, and the scene inside is slim and unreal.

Knock knock knock knock

He knocked on the door gently.

"Come in."

A soft magnetic sound came from the door.

Alvin unscrew the door handle and gently pushed the door open.

The blizzard wind poured into the room from the surroundings of Alvin, and he also saw clearly what was going on in the living room.

That was a very young man.

The dark hair as dark as ink, the skin is so white that it is eye-catching, and the eyes are as deep as the abyss.

It should be a time to relax and rest now, but the man is still wearing a straight dress, unbuttoned all the buttons in a gentlemanly black suit, and a white shirt outlines the outline of his chest.

He had a pair of gold glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a dark golden anti-slip chain pulled into his hair.

This is very strange. No one will wear such old-fashioned glasses like this now. But Alvin couldn't feel any abruptness and weirdness.

It seems that all this is taken for granted.

He sat on the sofa, with a burning fireplace on his back. The fireplace was bright, making him a little dim, his skin was very white, and it made him extremely eye-catching.

On his legs, a strange eyeball-shaped mechanical creature was lying on it, his pupils narrowed slightly, as if he was dozing off.

Time just flowed quietly until the wind carried snow and poured into the living room from Alvin, the fire in the fireplace shaking and the whistling sounded.

The man frowned his beautiful eyebrows and looked over, looking at him with deep eyes behind the lenses looking here.

Alvin was like an uninvited guest, breaking into this oil painting recklessly.

He finally woke up like a dream, and hurriedly stepped into the door and closed the door with his backhand.

The howling wind and snow were blocked outside the door, the flames calmed down, and the crackling sound of burning occupied the place again.

Alvin stood by the door and his snow-covered trousers and shoes began to melt.

The young man named Mu Su didn't say a word, his slender and fair palms pointed to the sofa on one side.

Alvin understood, walked in small steps with his back bent slightly, his legs were put together, and his hands were placed on his knees.

The sofa with only half of the butt.

He was inexplicably restrained, perhaps because that scene was too touching.

Alvin lowered his head slightly and stared at the black leather shoes under his slender trousers. He didn't even dare to raise his head, for fear of touching the deep black eyes that seemed to be able to see through all the secrets.

He had only seen similar gazes in his grandfather... No, his grandfather was not as exaggerated as him.

After calming down slightly, Alvin asked softly: "Mr. Mu Su... Maybe he should call you Detective Mu Su. I was disturbed by the late night visit. You should have known my purpose..."

He unknowingly used honorific words.

In the direction that Alvin could not see, Mu Su's temperament was undergoing earth-shaking changes.

The first thing is the dead fish eyes with the whites of the eyes gradually increasing.

The time for the sage is here!

...

2 minutes ago

The sofa swayed violently.

Mu Su, who had just come out of the bathroom, sat down on the sofa, his blurry eyes were not focused, and he stared at the ceiling in absent mind.

"Aic, I have a question, can you help me?"

[I don't know if you have any questions]

The fish tank was tilted, and Aic had to jump up his black little hand to support the fish tank, preventing himself from sliding to the edge.

If others don’t want to listen to Mu Su and don’t say it, then he is not him.

Mu Su said to himself: "You said that after Transformers died, it was an ordinary car. In this case, can we drive their bodies as ordinary cars?"

Aic's pupils did not blink, staring at the fat blue man in the hologram screen.

"It seems you don't know either..."

Mu Su chuckled and closed his eyes.

His consciousness gradually became empty, and his body became lighter and lighter and his soul rippled in the galaxy...

...

"Coffee or water?"

Mu Su picked up the kettle on the table.

"That's all coffee..."

Alvin was flattered and held the cup with both hands and put it under the kettle.

"I guessed it was water."

Mu Su was about to die and open his dead fish eyes and said, clear and transparent clean water fell from the kettle into the cup.

"…?" Alvin felt a little confused in an instant, feeling something was wrong.

It seems that the sound is a little different?

When the water was full, Mu Su stopped and put the kettle back in place.

Fortunately, the water was hot. Alvin thought, put it between his legs with a sip, hold it in both hands to keep warm.

Mu Su asked perfunctorily: "If you have any entrusted, tell me."

Alvin was sitting slightly: "You should have learned from the information. I used to be an extreme sports enthusiast."

“Extreme sports?”
Chapter completed!