Group broadcast is never just a stage.
When the lights come on, dancing is just the surface. What is really put at the center is the human heart. Those emotions that are usually well hidden become clear in the live broadcast room - preference, temptation, loss, and the kind of moment where your heart beats wildly even though you are clearly separated from the screen.
Someone is trying to shine in the camera.
There are also people behind the screen, watching every scene.
A roll call will be remembered for a long time.
A joke will be repeated over and over again.
Sometimes just a second look can be taken as some kind of hint.
When Aibo says "you are all the same", it sounds fair and decent. But some people will still care about whether he stayed for a second longer tonight, and whether her words of "don't leave" were meant for me.
No one said anything, but everyone was moving forward.
She said she was supportive, but in her heart she was a little possessive.
They say they care, but they are actually not willing to share.
When I say "for your own good", I am also afraid of being replaced.
We all know where the line is - you can't say you miss you, you can't ask why you didn't reply, you can't be too obvious. But we will stay in the live broadcast room for a while longer, explain one more sentence, and block him in the barrage one more time.
I told myself it was just entertainment, but it slowly became a habit.
Some nights, you will suddenly realize that you are not just watching a live broadcast.
You're waiting for someone to come online.
At first I thought I was just a spectator. Only later did I realize that every time he defended himself, every time he argued, every time he felt nervous because someone was close to him, it was no longer just passing by.
Emotions on the Internet are real and fake, and it's hard to tell.
But the investment in the moment is always true. In fact, even we ourselves can't tell whether it is love, but it is enough to make people cautious and enough to make people lose a little sense of boundaries.
None of us admitted it, but we all took half a step forward.
This book is about some real experiences. The emotions are real, the confusion is real, and the tugs are real.
However, the characters are all code names, and the plot has been reorganized and artistically processed. It is not a direct identification of any real individual.
If you see a familiar shadow in it, it may just be a similarity in emotional structure, not a specific person.
This is about the bond between Aibo and fans that almost crosses the line.
When virtuality slowly becomes real, when companionship becomes a habit, when "good night" begins to affect your mood——
The game really begins.
Adapted from real experiences · Serialized
Please read rationally and do not over-interpret.
Intention: When we give reality to virtuality, human nature will truly emerge.
