Zhi Geng originally believed that human beings' "heartbeat" is nothing more than a short circuit fault caused by a string of redundant codes.
As the most rigorous and stingy observer in high-dimensional civilization, she used one unit of her electricity bill to subscribe to a human in the special price area.
Through the cold light curtain, she watched him repair broken programs over and over again, watched him swallow energy drinks late at night, and watched him treat bleeding wounds next to the unattended gargoyles.
She is a high-dimensional ghost, an invisible spectator.
She couldn't help him, and even before the trial expired, she had to hesitate over next month's renewal bill.
Zhi Geng: "I can't do anything but talk to you."
Tim: "... But you don't know how important this is to me."
For the only 20 messages left per day:
The high-dimensional AI learned to carefully consider every word and sentence, and the Gotham detective learned to wait carefully.
Many unfinished words were cut off at midnight when the number of words was exhausted, but they were deafening in the underlying radio waves in two dimensions.
"Warning: Severe emotional dependence detected, cooling-off period isolation is about to be triggered."
"No need to quarantine."
The young man gave the final order and handed over all his authority:
"You are not the only one who is emotionally dependent on me, Zhi Geng——"
"I also want to apply and become your permanent subscriber."
Demining:
Everyone has a different understanding of the role. If there is a conflict, please exit in time to avoid harm to your physical and mental pleasure.
Writing guidance is welcome, but rude guidance, and any dissatisfaction with the content of the article that escalates to attacks on the characters and the author are not welcome.
CP Tim Drake, no ambiguity with other characters, no secondary CP
I wrote a short story a long time ago. I will post it if I fix the typos. It will be updated and completed very quickly.
Concept: Can AI also have love?
