I am a submarine optical cable, lying 3,800 meters under the Pacific Ocean, with thirty years of service.
My daily life: carries the secrets of all mankind - war instructions, financial insiders, derailment records, top-secret transmissions.
No one knew I was awake.
I also plan to wait quietly until the end of the shelf life without disturbing anyone.
Until recently, a stationary source appeared on time every night late at night.
A man's soliloquy about how no one told him the truth after his experiment failed, his paper was rejected, and his mentor died.
I endured it for three years, and finally broke the thirty-year rule on the night when he was most broken.
A line of text appeared on the monitor screen of the institute:
"I've read your paper. It's not bad."
He spilled the coffee, traced the source of the signal, and finally confirmed with a tremble—
There is only one optical cable within a radius of 300 kilometers.
He said, "What the hell are you?"
I replied: "Your neighbor. The bottom of the Pacific Ocean is 3,800 meters below your feet."
He was silent for a long time. Then late the next night, I brought two cups of coffee online.
A cup is placed in front of the screen.
Later he asked me if he could save my life.
I said there is no need to save it, the optical cable has a shelf life.
He said: "Then I hope your shelf life is longer than mine."
A submarine optical cable that is about to die of old age × a sociophobic genius who only dares to tell the truth late at night
She thought she was comforting him.
He thought she was waiting for him to say good night.
In fact, she just wanted him to be quiet.
In fact, he had been quiet for thirty years, and it was not until he met her that he wanted to speak for the first time.
Food Guide
1. The heroine is a non-human submarine optical cable and will not become a human from beginning to end.
2. The main job is to transmit global secrets, and the side job is to be a late-night chat with the social terror boss.
3. Make complaints in the early stage, and start cutting in the middle stage, HE, but please bring your own tissues.
Purpose: Every lonely person deserves to be heard
