Mars Archeology

"I can love you." Its voice rang out in the silence, flickering twice in Qin Zhongchao's heart. It was so sudden and out of nowhere, like tearing a sharp slit out of white paper. Under the flipping and stimulation of countless potentials, it may be a kind of confusion. ——It says love? Is it the love that cats and dogs have for people, the love that archaeologists have for cemeteries, or some other kind of love? Does it know love? She wanted to see its expression clearly again. In such an unusual atmosphere, she was able to look at its face more boldly. And that's what she escapes from during the day. "I can give you 'love' if necessary." It seemed as if it were calmly describing some kind of therapy, to heal the secret, ulterior part of her heart. "Metallurgical analysis of my heart revealed an alarming amount of silicon. It's in the glass, it's in the glue. I love you. But when the shackles jingle, the glass, the glue, Living material suppressed other words in the heart. " ——Jack Spicer, "Story" A story about Mars, archaeologists and a bionic girl Happy reading Weibo @ Intention: