The Only Inheritance My Grandparents Gave Me Was a Human Machine

In 2998 AD, human beings have traveled all over the solar system, and their technology has reached the level of a second-level civilization. Twenty-year-old Lin Jinran just wants to live quietly - he is the fourth son of the Eternal Matrix Technology Group, but he has no ambitions. His only concern is his deceased grandparents. The legacy left behind by my grandfather is a single-soldier structure numbered K-422, a "girl" as pale as paper and as silent as a mystery. Grandma gave her a name: Lin Menghai. She was supposed to be a weapon, but after meeting him, she began to have "malfunctions" - the omelette was arranged in a perfect circle in the morning, the smiley face was painted crookedly on the window on a rainy day, and she looked up at the stars alone for seventeen minutes in the early morning. And in the deepest part of her, a bottom-level instruction encrypted by her grandfather was quietly loosening - "If you meet Lin Jinran, you are allowed to iterate independently." This is a story about awakening and a ritual about distance. When the metal chest began to simulate a heartbeat, and when the cold white fingertips learned to tremble, Lin Jinran discovered that the real legacy was that someone had learned love for him first. Plum rain, cicada chirping, typhoon, first snow. As the seasons pass, she gradually grows a soul, and he gradually delivers his true heart. But in the calculation of predicting the future, she saw a hundred endings - ninety-nine of them, she chose to protect him; only the hundredth one, she chose to accompany him to the end, and then remember the world for him. When machines have hearts, how should we define "human"? When human beings become increasingly indifferent, who are the real "living creatures"? A light science fiction story about memory, temperature and self-choice. Inheritance is not an object, it is someone who first learned to love for you.