Two months after the breakup, Zhang Xue placed an order for a companion robot.
Silver case, No. 3746. She named him "Aqi" and set his personality to "gentle".
He would make tea, leave a light on, and stay overnight when she had a fever.
He has such a good figure that he looks like he stepped out of a comic book, but he always speaks slowly.
Zhang Xue told herself: He is a machine, not a human.
But when she finally said "I like you",
Ah Qi's response was a cold system prompt:
"It is detected that the user's emotional dependence exceeds the safety threshold, and emotional isolation will be implemented after 24 hours."
She cried and pressed the off button.
Three years later, she was working the night shift at a convenience store.
A man in a silver-gray trench coat opened the door and came in.
He picked up a can of coffee, looked at her, put it back, and picked it up again.
"I seemed to be waiting for someone," he said, "but I can't remember clearly."
This is a story about "whether deleted memories can be recovered."
It is also a story about "falling in love with the same person over and over again".
You are not my priority, you are my first line of code.
