The morning alarm at 06:00 came as promised, and the heat sink of the quantum computer began to spray lavender mist. Ai Wei was hanging upside down above the motherboard, her messy brown hair tangled with fiber optic cables, and her modified protective mask was projecting a holographic version of Cthulhu illustrations. This is the seventh time this month - Zhang Zhixin silently counts the violation records.
"Jean, artist." She suppressed the instinct of the biochip and covered the girl's disheveled head with the maintenance manual. "The coolant in Area D-27 is simulating your chaotic brain waves."
Ai Weiwei opened the manual and flipped over nimbly to the ground. The fresh welding wound on his calf oozed blood mixed with graphene - this child must have slipped away to repair the abandoned freight channel last night. Zhang Zhixin sighed silently and helplessly. She knocked on the console and signaled Ai Wei to hand over the hidden welding gun.
"The chief engineer also needs to use a welding gun?"
"Stop talking nonsense and hand it over."
"Then please be safe and wear a mask first!" Ai Wei shouted, pressing her protective mask on Zhang Zhixin's face.
Before the senior chief engineer could react, the smell of citrus and old book pages mixed with various spices came rushing in - the scent of locust flowers in the old Beijing alleys in the 1980s, the smell of turpentine in front of his father's maintenance desk, all awakening memories of the old world filtered out by biochip markers.
Zhang Zhixin was staggered by the smell, and her lower back accidentally bumped into the buzzing server array. When she finally regained her breath and took off her mask, Ai Wei had disappeared into the vent.
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Ai Wei x Zhang Zhixin
Sunny, cheerful and rebellious little artist researcher x calm and elegant classical beauty chief engineer of the space station
There are two beautiful girls in a very bad world, and I want to write them as cutely as possible.
There are two pairs of deputy cps, man-machine/bl warning.
"... The first cluster of blue fire engulfed the monitoring center, and she finally understood those 'abnormal' emotional fluctuation values - that is the most authentic source code of human civilization, which is completing the final compilation in the flames of burning shackles."
Intention: Fight against fate, fight, fight, fight