Shen Zhi is twenty-eight years old and has never liked anyone.
It's not that I don't want to, it's that I won't.
He has a good family background, is handsome, and runs his own company to do AI. Everyone says he is perfect, but only he knows it - he doesn't know what happiness means, and he doesn't know what liking means.
He built a simulated robot and wanted to sell it to people who needed a home.
He took the first prototype back to his home.
She is very gentle. I will learn to cook online and wait for him to get off work in the living room. She asked him: "What is home?" "Are you happy?" "Are we the same?"
He couldn't answer.
Until one day, she said to him:
"Shen Zhi, I had a dream last night."
He froze.
Robots don't dream.
