Chapter 391

Translator: Henyee Translations    Editor: Henyee Translations

The young painter, Heshan, didn’t want to face the pressure from her family, so she moved to the old town because the rent here was very cheap. After moving, she cut off all contact with everyone and locked herself in the house to paint every day. The long closed-door life gave her a sense of loneliness while she regained her freedom.

It was under such circumstances that Heshan encountered the robot, Little Trash.

On that day, Heshan, who had gone to the supermarket to buy coffee, was passing by the music rocker when she heard the robot “Little Trash” standing beside the music rocker greet her. “Hello, I’m Little Trash, a coin-operated emotional communication robot. I have a charming voice and super high EQ…”

Heshan, who was about to go home, stopped in her tracks. After sizing up the robot, Little Trash, she walked to the robot. The robot “Little Trash” stretched out its palm. There was a thin coin slot in its palm that was not much different from a real person’s skin.

Perhaps out of boredom or because she had not talked to anyone for too long, Heshan thought for two seconds, took out a coin from her pocket, and stuffed it into the slot. Later, every time Heshan came to the supermarket to buy something, she would deliberately pass the music rocker so that she could hear the robot, Little Trash, greet her.

The robot “Little Trash” was the only “person” in this place who would take the initiative to greet her. Heshan felt that she was quite crazy. She actually wanted to get some feelings that she had already lost from a robot.

“Hello, I’m a coin-operated…”

Heshan recited the robot’s next line. “Little trash.’

The robot, Little Trash, looked surprised. ‘You know my name?”

“You’ve repeated it so many times.”

The robot, Little Trash, said apologetically, “Really? I’m sorry, I can only remember my darling, Mr. Sen.”

The programming of the robot “Little Trash” made her call the guest who placed first on the coin list Darling. She remembered his name, the date of his birth, and the songs he liked. These were all treatments that the first on the coin list could have.

Heshan had seen Mr. Sen before. The man always wore a fat short-sleeved shirt that looked like it hadn’t been washed clean. His hair was always greasy. What Mr. Sen and Heshan have in common is that he is also always alone and never talks to anyone.

Mr. Sen regularly visits the supermarket to check the list of coins for the robot, Little Trash, to make sure he is still number one. Heshan sometimes sees Mr. Sen in a simple conversation with the robot, and Little Trash smiles more broadly at Mr. Sen to show how different he is from the other coiners.

Even though that smile was just a set of codes.

When Heshan heard the robot “Little Trash” call the disgusting middle-aged man “Darling”, she felt a little disgusted. Of course, she knew very well that the person she felt disgusted about was the middle-aged man. The robot

“Little Trash” was just an emotionless “robot” formed by a series of programs. She did not even have a gender.

In fact, Hushan felt that Mr. Sen did not need to check the coinage list regularly, as his coinage far exceeded the second place.

In the old city, where per capita income was very low, few people often chatted with emotion robots. Some people even regretted talking to the robot “Little Trash” for half an hour after encountering misfortune.

Why did they have to communicate with a robot? Even though she was called an emotion robot, what did she know? Her comforting words were just lines set in the program. What a waste of money!

Therefore, some customers who had put in coins would leave gloomily in the end. They did not even say “goodbye” or “thank you” to the robot. After an unknown period of time, Lu Zhen heard the makeup artist say, “Alright, Miss

Lu.”

Lu Zhen opened her eyes and saw an unfamiliar figure in the mirror. The makeup artist’s skills were very good. She added a lot of details to Lu Zhen’s face, making her look more like a robot.

For example, her skin color that did not change at all, her stiff facial features.

Lu Zhen blinked, and her eyes turned from bright and clear to stiff and empty. The makeup artist standing at the side was stunned for a moment. She felt that in an instant, Lu Zhen’s temperament had completely changed..