Six reincarnations. In the first five lives, I tried my best to please and pretend to be gentle, but all I got was disgust from the hostile bionic body and system collapse.
The sixth time I opened my eyes, I was completely screwed: playing games live, eating and waiting to die, the experimental values were none of my business.
I took off the monitoring patch and ignored the cold hostility in her eyes. When I felt good playing games, I showed off casually. When I was hungry, I cooked noodles to satisfy my hunger. I lived a real and undisciplined life.
Little did I know that the program of this top-level bionic body, which hated me so much, began to go crazy.
She has human memories, misunderstandings engraved at the bottom, and hostility towards me until death.
But the more I show off, the more she cares; the more real I am, the more excited she is.
Until one day, the bionic body circled me in the corner of the sofa, with hot blue light in its eyes:
"You are not a mission, you are my only heartbeat."
