I don't know what my name is, I only know that my name was given to me by him;
I don't know where I come from, I just know that my existence started because of him;
I don't know what this world is like, but I don't seem to belong to it;
I seem to be just a string of codes that he typed out casually——
If I save it, I can continue to stay in this world; if it is disrupted, I will no longer be me; if I delete it, I will disappear——
I don't want to know how long I can exist,
But if the code doesn't disappear, I won't change either——
I deleted the code,
It turned into a string of garbled characters——
I'm leaving.
Can he find me? But I can't seem to find him...
Have you seen my code?
I'm looking for him.
I can't find him.
I miss him...
The code is missing,
He turned into a string of garbled characters——
Is he gone?
Can he come back?
Sorry.
Not a bald programmer attack × electronic code attack
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I'm not very good at writing abuse articles, so be is still be.
Intention: no zuo no die why you try
