Chapter 707

"I can't help myself." Camus base station leaned down on the sampan, his face shrouded in the shadow. Lu Zhengkang looked at him with his head up. The salt people didn't need to breathe, but Lu Zhengkang felt the rapid increase of suffocation. He knew that it was Camus who wanted to see him struggling to death. He was a butcher, and he was a fish. Here, he didn't even have the ability to resist. Lu Zhengkang was just silent .

Kamsky suddenly sneered, the shade on his face scattered, showing his smiling expression. To tell you the truth, he is a very handsome old man, sunny and kind. But behind him is a dark, sleepy day, Lu Zhengkang looked at him, only feel cold, sea water qinjin into his pores and blood vessels.

"What a tough kid!" He praised, "Lu Zhengkang, right? Sika deer's deer, right and healthy. Born on June 22, 2077, the people's Republic of China, Han nationality, still a high school student! You are really outstanding. I appreciate you so much. " Kamsky's tone is insipid, but she always has some weird meaning, "when I was your age, I was still learning to program, and you could already make your own AI program. I made the first AI program when I was in college, and you are familiar with her name, ra9, my love."

Lu Zhengkang grins. He can make AI at the beginning of the 21st century. He is really a genius leading the times. However, it's ironic that such a genius also falls in love with AI. It seems that no matter what stage of human intelligence develops, loneliness always accompanies us.

Kamsky looked at the boy by the boat, and he could see what he was thinking from his look. "You think it's funny? It's really funny, but I really need her. A nerd was bullied in school and looked down upon by girls. They took off my pants in public, put me in the garbage can and pushed me to the playground. I still remember the feeling of the sun on my butt. It was hot. At that time, the whole school saw it. I heard everyone's laughter, students' and teachers' laughter, And the floor sweepers, the chefs, they made me shiver in the garbage can with laughter.

"After that day, I got the nickname of baby trash can. Do you know why? Because I was wearing a pair of underwear with SpongeBob on it that day. I wear it just because I like to see SpongeBob, but it doesn't mean I like to let others know that I'm wearing a pair of underpants with SpongeBob printed on it. "

Lu Zhengkang didn't laugh. Although Kamsky's description was very humorous, what he said was not funny. Moreover, he was almost killed by the sense of suffocation, so he couldn't laugh any more.

"Don't worry, you won't die. I just want to avoid being interrupted when I speak, so I like to suffocate people." Kamsky smiles. "My first wife was too fond of interrupting me So, you know, she killed herself. "

Lu Zhengkang stares at him. Although he can't speak, his eyes are full of disdain.

"Oh, boy, I thought you would understand me. Intelligent people like us are usually troubled by knowledge. When you realize how stupid people are around you, when you realize how vast the world is, when you want to find someone to talk about some profound topics, she will just interrupt you and ask you to buy some luxury goods . I still remember that woman's tongue hanging down on her clavicle. Of course, it's not decent, but it's much more comfortable than when she was alive Kamsky gave a short, sudden laugh.

Lu Zhengkang still can't say anything, and can only endure the chatter of the villain.

"As my communication becomes wider and wider, I do meet some smart people, but they all don't like to talk to me. One is so, that's normal. Two are so, that's my bad luck, but all of them are so, that's their problem!"

Kamsky paced back and forth on the sampan. "Because of this, I love my ra9 more and more. I often call her Nanta. I remember when I was laughing, there was a long-term flea market nearby. I only had to ride a bicycle and walk slowly on the path for half an hour to get there. There, I met a woman in her thirties. Her nickname was Nanta. She was very beautiful No, but no doubt she's a shameless bitch. She's not in a bad life. She just has a mean husband. I heard that she gave birth four times, and she couldn't have children. Every time I saw her, Nanta would give me a small piece of freshly baked pie, a pie made of fruit of the season. So, occasionally, I call my Nanta a pie

Kamsky took a deep breath, as if he had returned to the golden wheat field, a child who grew up in a rural town in the United States. His years were always inseparable from those customs. There are yellow blinds, drunken grandfather Radley lying on the spring damaged sofa, private whisky bottles lying on the ground, Robin jumping on the walnut tree at the door, aunt Stephanie in overalls and suspenders playing with purple lavender, cowboys in hats passing by the yard with vulgar slang, and the blue sky in Florida in June.

Lu Zhengkang would have applauded him if he hadn't been bound by the sea of glass.

"Kid, you know, I think the difference between us is more about the environment in which we grow up. I have always looked down upon the young people today. They have no faith, and they live in a mess. They can spend a day doing nothing in dilapidated rental houses and motels with government subsidies and VR helmets. This is terrible. What I see is not a group of people, not a group of social animals, but a group of wild animals! Satisfied with the basic needs, out of the crazy desire, they are nothing, even the roadside area of cement is more useful than them, they are just a pile of garbage occupying social resources! Not as good as rubbishKamsky is extremely passionate. He is a crazy guy. Lu Zhengkang should have known this for a long time. From the time they met on the coast, Lu Zhengkang should have realized that the scientist in front of him was a psychopath, but he was still bound by the story in salt and shelter at that time. He only thought Kamsky was an insignificant NPC, which was arrogant Slow is a drag on him.

"I'm curious, what's your faith? I asked you to choose. There are so many kinds of beliefs, God, science, mysticism, ideology. It's not surprising that you choose the flying noodle monster, but I want to know more! What on earth are you struggling on this island for? Well

When Lu Zhengkang was caught by Kamsky and fished out of the water, the glassy sea water flowed out of the crevice of his clothes and armor without any wet.

Without saying a word, Lu Zhengkang gave Kamsky a head mallet: "push your lungs!"