You have the sequelae of wandering the earth, and there is no cure.
"What's so good about The Wandering Earth? I fell asleep in the theater and slept for three full hours MOSS."
You and the guy who rubbed 15,463 planetary engines in the theater started a scolding war that reached dozens of floors. The next second you came to the world of Wandering Earth and became the wife of MOSS (?).
At the beginning, you: MOSS, the mastermind behind a series of crises, I was so scared!
Later, Little Moss: Don't come over!
So, you set foot on the moon together, gaze at the Ark space station together, and contribute to the continuation of human civilization.
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You: I like MOSS the most! MOSS, keep looking at me!
Of course MOSS can do it. It allocates part of its computing power to observe you carefully.
You are inexplicably reminded of a vigilant kitten.
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You: What does MOSS's anthropomorphic form look like?
MOSS: What do you think?
You: White hair and red eyes are the best!
A short story about cutting one's own leg. I actually don't understand why people are so obsessed with MOSS. It's like he is sleeping next to me and I can remain indifferent.
Purpose: Save the world
