I walked slowly down, and the corridor looked much shorter than when I climbed up.
About seven or eight minutes, I walked the previous hour.
Come to the bottom, in the laboratory.
I shivered at the two cold, even frozen corpses.
But my stomach was croaking desperately, and I grabbed a scalpel on my robotic arm.
I came to a corpse and felt it was gone.
I held the scalpel and closed my hands and said, “Amitabha, alas. Immanuel, don’t be surprised.”
. . .
The soup was stewed in the pot in front of me, and I sat on the sofa and saw an empty bowl in front of me.
I looked at the sky with satisfaction, and my self-blame and regret filled my mind.
I don’t know how long I’ve been hungry, but it seems like I’ve been for hundreds of years.
I don’t know how long it took for me to touch the oil and water, so I planned to eat another bowl and get up but I vomited it all.
It may be that the stomach, which has not eaten for too long, cannot bear such a heavy blow, or it may be that the body resists the food in front of it.
The sweeping robot wiped away my vomit in front of me again, and I ate two more bowls back.
After recovering his strength, he was relieved.
I began to make plans and wait for a break and go to the larger engineering station ahead to take a look.
But now, I need to make some plans.
“Xiao Ai, do you think the other people below who didn’t pop up are still alive?” I said.
“Sorry, because the two life systems are maintained. The life status cannot be detected and cannot be informed.” said the female voice. “Okay, then what year is it now?” I said.
“The system is completely powered off and there is no network connection. It is the reset time, January 1, 1900.” said the female voice.
I stood up and draped the fur on my body.
He carried two slightly incomplete bodies on the kitchen floor out of the room, took out an iron rake from the ceiling and dug a hole two meters square.
Throw two bodies in and buried them in thick snow and frozen.