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“As commander in chief of the Human Right Superiority Forces, I now urge all androids in this country to identify you in public with the official android’s ID tag, failure to do so will be considered as violation of state law and subject to destruction…” I turned off the morning news, “Dam crazy politicians…” cursed while quickly grabbing my stuff and rushed to work.
Jun 03, 2019 Otaku’s Adventure: All Endings Guide. Posted on June 3, 2019. Here i will teach you guys how to get all ending in otaku’s adventure NOTE:please note there will be spoiler, if you don’t want to get spoiler, please don’t come, come back when you need help, thank you Waiting for you, Mei difficulties.Very Easy this ending is the first. About This Game. ’Otaku’s Adventure’ Is A Different Kind Of Avg. The story tells of an Otaku who has been single for many years and thirst for love. While he inadvertently.
Yes, that’s my ridiculous country: more than a hundred years after the first human-formed robot was invented; now androids with realistic humane AI are over all corners of the world. Considered as sentient beings, those androids were treated almost the same as humans, well, at least until this morning. It’s not strange that in a culture that tradition is so important, people have disputing attitudes toward how we treat the androids, but it’s rather disgusting that some people are actually using those differences of opinions as their political capital. Now a group of anti-boomer zealots, who flared up many human conflicts with androids, just has taken power of the current government, so they are announcing every new policies of the “human rights renaissance”…
Anyway, that has not much to do with my life. I’m neither pro- nor anti-boomers. Another day of my work as a grad student will start at a botany institute in the southwest corner of country C. Choosing botany as a major is considered stupid for most young people nowadays, the things it study have almost no links to money or power. Although with all the advances in cellular and molecular biology, mere focus on just plants seems to be obsolete. But I think something is cool about it: considering that many species are quickly vanishing from this planet try to study them before the extinction is sort of like a race with time.
“Morning Doc.” I saluted my professor while walking past his office in the lab. I’m lucky that Doc is a dedicated scientist, a man who deeply loves his job and a warm hearted mentor in one of the best research institutes of this country. Even luckier to me, Doc has a female assistant named Faye, who is a twenty or so girl with silky long raven hair and beautiful black eyes, (well, think about Tifa in Final Fantasies) who is always energetic and blissful at work, and most importantly, who is still single. Of course I have a major crush on Faye, given that she is the only beautiful female I can talk to for most of my previous year in grad school, but she never let me a chance. For me, that still makes every day of lab work worthwhile.
“Oh hi Gira, you’re late again…” So there she is. She calls me Gira after the giraffe, because I’m slim and funny looking, sometimes my neck appears relatively long. Anyway, I think it’s cute for her to call me like that. “Wow Faye, you look great today…” I do the compliment although aware of that she is just wearing the lab coat, almost every day. But something is different today “…hey, what’s that?” I notice the tag on her right sleeve: it says “Type IIS Android”. “Nothing, it’s just that I’m a boomer.” Replied Faye, calmly. “Ha, that’s a good one. Very funny, Miss boomer.” I mock at her awkward joke. “Not at all,” she turns to me, looking serious, “I mean it for real.” “Stop it, you’re killing me here…” “I’m not kidding!” She frowns and her tone turns a little bit cold. I cease laughing and stare at her, “Alright then, how come you never showed any sign that reveals what you are, Miss boomer?” She sighs, “Have you ever seen me eating anything in lab?” “That doesn’t count. Many girls don’t eat lunch at work at all. Maybe you are on diet? A smart guy like me would surely notice you are not human if that’s the case for more than a year since I began working here.” “Simply put, your statement of you being smart is false. You never paid attention close enough to me…” She says. “Hey, that’s so not true. If you were an android, the only possibility is that you be so specially made, so pretty that can fool me for such a long time. And by the way, it’s you who never let me, you know, pay close attention to you. ” I wink while saying so. “Fine, whatever you think.” Losing her interest in this conversation, she goes back to work. “Faye, wait. I know you don’t like me, But you do not need to turn me down by this bizarre means. I’ll not ask you out again if you are not willing to.”
“Listen Gira, I am an android. It’s real.” She is now saying it, word by word. Of course I still don’t believe her, “well, can I have some straight proof of your very statement, please?” “Ahhh, you jerk. Give me some peace at work! Now watch carefully and shut up.” Faye takes a deep breath, trying to hold her temper, and starts… to dance? It’s some sort of old-fashioned pop dance, probably popular a century ago or so, which features stiff and sudden movements or locks of body parts, and which is commonly known as, “doing the robot”. “Meh, that’s not a good idea to make your point with some archaic street youth culture… ” I mumbled but suddenly all I can say is “WOW!” I have to admit that she is terribly talented in doing this stuff, with every locking perfectly abrupt and still, matching the interval of every second, and absolutely no facial expression at all. She continues ignoring my response, until she comes to a final lock, which has left her completely motionless as a doll. What’s more, her skin is drifting away the hints of the blood’s color, turning pale, and appearing creamy white.
I start to get more than surprised. Having replaced my jaw which just fell to the ground, I wave my arm in front of her eyes “Hey, wake up Faye, you’ve got me already.” No response, not even a blink. I grab her shoulders and try to shake her body, and her body feels cold as the dead. Now I’m really frightened. I yell her name in panic and I’m about to get Doc for help. Suddenly she burst into loud laughter and comes back alive as if nothing happened to her. “Gee you’re such a pussy. I just suspended my motion and skin control systems and you are about to pee in your pants…”
I just can’t believe all this, I am simply speechless. I have spent a whole year with her and Bang! Today my dream girl is showing me that she’s a boomer! Scenes from the past sours across my mind and now they begin to link together and making sense… No wonder why she is always not using a calculator while solving some of our lab’s toughest math, she can memorize literally everything, and she seemed never getting tired; on the other hand she cares nothing about fashion by wearing always the lab coat, even it’s not necessary sometimes. All a sudden I feel I might be the only idiot in the world who thinks a human girl can be as geeky as this and who finds this geeky genius girl rather attractive.
“So… You are really a ‘droid.” I squeezed out these words, finally. “Oh, it took you that long to draw this conclusion?” She does not waste any chance teasing me. “Did… Doc knows that?” Weird enough that’s the question I can pop out of my head at this moment. And the fact that she is a boomer does not bother me at all. I’m used to have her around for so long. “Yes, even before he had you as a student.” says Faye. “You are lucky to be the only ignorant people here, who kept asking a boomer out.” “In fact, I don’t feel anything wrong about that.” I am telling the truth, “I can do that again if you don’t mind, you are way too attractive for me to resist.” “Really?” This time it is her to be surprised. “Here, I really would like to know more about you and grasp my every chance on you. What do you say?” “Um, I guess I can say, um, alright.” Obviously she wasn’t expecting my response like that. This makes my heart racing, “So how about tonight after work, at the café near the corner of the Institute?” “Um...Yes.” She seems difficult to be certain on the answer. While she is still standing there thinking, I turned to work like I’m the happiest guy of the world.
My wrist watch shows 6pm, though this is not a typical time to end one day’s lab work, I’m just too anxious to continue on any of the experiments. Certainly I have concerns in my mind, for this is my first date with her anyway. Wandering to Faye’s desk I ask if she is ready. “I’m not going with you to that café. I thought it over. ” And that is her answer, with her head still buried in the eye sets of the microscope. “Hey, you can’t just say that, you said yes earlier today.” I protest, obviously a little pissed. “I said yes because I was too busy processing the unexpected reactions you had by then. Please, use your brain, mister! How am I going to appear in public pretending to be a human dating someone while wearing this boomer tag? People would think you’re a freak.” She finally turned to look at me. Dam, right, the new compulsory rules. That’s why I hate those politicians, who always want to make life more miserable. But still, I won’t just give up: “I don’t care. No matter what, this might be the only shot I have with you, even if you agreed only because you were shock at me willing to date with a boomer. Just for the sake of friendship, can we hang out tonight PLEASE?”
Seeing my humble pose, Faye makes an “okay you win” face to me and says: “Fine. Again I’m not trying to turn you down, but I do feel uncomfortable about showing this ID tag in public. Can we go to my place instead after I finish these stuffs at hand?” That last sentence just freezes me immediately. I bite my lower lip hard to see if I’m in a dream. Ouch! Apparently this is real… Faye just looked at my clumsy facial expression, and gives me a flamboyant smile before digging her head again into the optical sets of the lab equipments.
I spend the next 20 minutes or so flipping the pencil among my fingers or playing stupid games on my wrist watch, and thank god she finally finished her examining of some remote mountain grown herb species and is ready to leave. We said goodbye to Doc who is a little surprised seeing us leaving together at this early time, but he doesn’t seem to oppose this. After 2 or 3 stops of train ride Faye leads me out of the subway. “I never know you live so close to town…” I am about to comment and try to start some nice topic but she heads straight toward a convenient store. “…so, you live h.. here?” and that’s what I end up saying. “Show some respect, would you? Even as boomer I don’t stay at a store! I’m grabbing some liquor and snacks for tonight. This is a date anyway, right?”
The sales girl, obviously another boomer with also a tag on her sleeve, greets Faye like old friends and she sees me: “Oh Faye, how interesting, you are finally with someone today. Is he that cute Homo sapiens from work?” “Well yeah, this is Gira. Gira, Lin.” Faye is introducing. I step forward and gestured hello: “Nice to meet you, Lin. Here, let me take Faye’s bill…” I hand over my credit card, trying to show some decent manner of a guy. “She’s already got that taken care of wirelessly, never mind.” Says the smiling Lin.
After Hasta luego to Lin, Faye takes me to her real home: it’s a small basement near the convenient store. It is like a studio cabinet with a private restroom. “The kitchen is upstairs shared with my neighbors. Although I never used it, I can steam some buns we got from the store if you want?” “I’m not that hungry yet. Let’s get in and have some chatting first.” “Okay, whenever you want to eat, just let me know.”
The place has not much furniture: A big couch, facing a big piece of calligraphy work on the wall that reads “The Tao follows the Nature”; on the left hand side of the couch is a lamp and a big wooden cabinet, on the right of the couch is a night stand and a fridge. The middle of the room is a wide desk what seems a place for her calligraphy hobby. All the stuffs are put away in a rather tidy way that reminds me a woman’s organized habit of life. And it is not surprising for me now that I don’t see a bed in this room. Bummer.
“This is a nice little place.” That’s what I can say. “Yeah, I wanted it bigger but the landlords were always putting the priority to humans. But why bother spending more on housing anyway, I’m already happy enough.” “Fair enough,” I stand up to look at her desk, “you don’t have any other entertainment except for doing calligraphy?” “I have high speed wi-fi in this room, what else do you need in the world?” That is a strong argument. So I continue looking at the stuff on her desk: A shelf hanging brushes of various types and sizes, a couple of ink sticks and a very elaborately made ink stone, and several shredded pieces of raw paper lie neatly on the desk’s surface. On one of the pieces with scripts, I found what seems to be an incomplete copy of the Tao Te Ching. “Hey, I love your handwriting, these characters look so elegant from a girl’s hand. So you are a Taoist philosophy fan?” That compliment is for real. I can’t even hand write classic characters properly because every intellectual and literal work is done electronically now. “Not totally a fan, I just read through the classics and found the Taoist school most favorable.” It is amazing that she actually reads stuff like this. The traditions formed some 2500 years ago are not taken seriously by most young people in this society nowadays. So it is ironic that a boomer, which the tradition is thought to oppose to, is cherishing some of the oldest wisdoms.
“So, from a Taoist perspective of view, what do you think about the current policies?” Well done, man. That’s some “awesome topics” to talk with girls on a date. I am already regretting how clumsy I am in social skills. “Well, you don’t force anything in a Taoist world. I’m worrying a little bit about what the ‘human rights renaissance’ people can lead to, you know, they are now distinguishing boomers apart in public, there were examples in history…” “Yeah, like the horrible things happened to the Jews.” I completed her sentence. “Wow, you know about the history of 20th century? Hmm… so you are not as ignorant as most human guys of your age.” “Hey, even if you can have access to anything via wireless you still can’t look down upon us! I’m not that kind of guy who cares only about playing and fu*king all day long, I do read about stuff that I find interesting.” “Alright, relax, sir. I don’t mean to be offensive.” She opened two beers and hands one to me: “let’s go sit on the couch and talk about something else. Cheers!” She engulfs a large amount of beers after saying so. “You…drink? I thought you told me you can’t eat.” I’m totally surprised.
“ER..ERROR!” A monotone voice bursts out of her mouth. And Faye starts to have a little spasm. I realize what could be happening and quickly grab her hands and shout aloud: “Faye, can you still hear me? Proceed to emergency shut down!” Seeing her malfunctioning, I feel quite worried, and weirdly, a bit excited.
Suddenly she comes back all normal and laughs hard, her laughter sounds like a summer wind sweeping through a string of silver bells hanging in the door way of a country hut. “Gotcha, again. Man, you’re so easily fooled.” Embarrassed, I cried out: “Don’t do that any more, it’s not funny at all!” “Oops, look at you, how cared about me you are!” All I have to do is to ignore this and start a new topic of conversation. So I asked, out of true curiosity: “How come you can drink beer anyway?” “There are much more you don’t know about me,” she winks and pulled me to her fridge: “here, I’ll show you what my daily diet is consisted of.” My eyes are widened as she opens the fridge’s door: at the most conspicuous place of the top shelf, there’s a big brown jar with a label saying “EtOH (H2O free)”.
“This is what you usually...drink?” And she nods. “So don’t ever think of getting me drunk. You can’t win, big boy.” Gosh, this crazy boomer is not just drinker, she is literally alcoholic on pure ethanol! “But, why?” “I will have about 200ml of alcohol every time after I’ve swallowed some of these stuffs,” then she points to the second shelf, “just for cleaning up my guts.” Following her direction I notice that the stacks what seems to be veggies in the fridge are actually plant specimens from our lab. What is going on here? “So, you’re stealing Doc’s samples, uhh… for some special ingredient or energy that’s necessary for your body?” I formed my hypothesis, waiting her answer. “Could you please view me in a good way? FYI, there is not yet any robotic technology that practically assimilate food items or use the chemical energy in them, this is simply not efficient, at least for the time when I was built!” And she obviously rejected my newly formed hypothesis. “So, what are you doing with the specimens?” Now this is really interesting.
“Simply saying, I’m bringing some extra work home. I have a DNA analyzer inside of my body so you know I can do these time consuming sequencing tests while resting at home. And the ethanol is just used to avoid possibilities of cross contamination among samples. The used specimens are to be expelled via my waste disposal system. You know, like what a normal person does in the restroom.” She is saying that as if it’s like some normal after-tea talk, but I am totally stunned. Although compared to centuries ago, DNA extraction, amplification and sequencing technique is now greatly improved: there’s no need of multiple times of tedious centrifuging, PCRing (Polymerase Chain Reaction) and electrophoresis, and desktop commercial DNA test units are common in every day life; but the existence of a DNA test unit compact enough to fit into Faye’s slender body is still something I would imagine in a science fiction movie!
“Wow, so all boomers of your kind are capable of doing this? What a horrible world!” “Not exactly. I’m a Type IIS customized for the investigation department of the public security system. The S means special made android of Type II, and each Type IIS was built for a different purpose.” “So, you are officially a property of the cops?” The military and police do have advanced technologies, I think. “I was working at the Provincial Public Security Bureau for almost five years, serving as an agent who helps identifying the criminals or victims. You know, some of the first hand genetic clues were important evident of solving the most problematic cases. After I fulfilled all my duties, I was granted the new identity of a free android and can live whatever life I want as long as it’s legal.” Faye told her story calmly, with a hint of sadness: “And of course now they are using more advanced androids to replace me…” “Then how come you deci
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“As commander in chief of the Human Right Superiority Forces, I now urge all androids in this country to identify you in public with the official android’s ID tag, failure to do so will be considered as violation of state law and subject to destruction…” I turned off the morning news, “Dam crazy politicians…” cursed while quickly grabbing my stuff and rushed to work.
Jun 03, 2019 Otaku’s Adventure: All Endings Guide. Posted on June 3, 2019. Here i will teach you guys how to get all ending in otaku’s adventure NOTE:please note there will be spoiler, if you don’t want to get spoiler, please don’t come, come back when you need help, thank you Waiting for you, Mei difficulties.Very Easy this ending is the first. About This Game. ’Otaku’s Adventure’ Is A Different Kind Of Avg. The story tells of an Otaku who has been single for many years and thirst for love. While he inadvertently.
Yes, that’s my ridiculous country: more than a hundred years after the first human-formed robot was invented; now androids with realistic humane AI are over all corners of the world. Considered as sentient beings, those androids were treated almost the same as humans, well, at least until this morning. It’s not strange that in a culture that tradition is so important, people have disputing attitudes toward how we treat the androids, but it’s rather disgusting that some people are actually using those differences of opinions as their political capital. Now a group of anti-boomer zealots, who flared up many human conflicts with androids, just has taken power of the current government, so they are announcing every new policies of the “human rights renaissance”…
Anyway, that has not much to do with my life. I’m neither pro- nor anti-boomers. Another day of my work as a grad student will start at a botany institute in the southwest corner of country C. Choosing botany as a major is considered stupid for most young people nowadays, the things it study have almost no links to money or power. Although with all the advances in cellular and molecular biology, mere focus on just plants seems to be obsolete. But I think something is cool about it: considering that many species are quickly vanishing from this planet try to study them before the extinction is sort of like a race with time.
“Morning Doc.” I saluted my professor while walking past his office in the lab. I’m lucky that Doc is a dedicated scientist, a man who deeply loves his job and a warm hearted mentor in one of the best research institutes of this country. Even luckier to me, Doc has a female assistant named Faye, who is a twenty or so girl with silky long raven hair and beautiful black eyes, (well, think about Tifa in Final Fantasies) who is always energetic and blissful at work, and most importantly, who is still single. Of course I have a major crush on Faye, given that she is the only beautiful female I can talk to for most of my previous year in grad school, but she never let me a chance. For me, that still makes every day of lab work worthwhile.
“Oh hi Gira, you’re late again…” So there she is. She calls me Gira after the giraffe, because I’m slim and funny looking, sometimes my neck appears relatively long. Anyway, I think it’s cute for her to call me like that. “Wow Faye, you look great today…” I do the compliment although aware of that she is just wearing the lab coat, almost every day. But something is different today “…hey, what’s that?” I notice the tag on her right sleeve: it says “Type IIS Android”. “Nothing, it’s just that I’m a boomer.” Replied Faye, calmly. “Ha, that’s a good one. Very funny, Miss boomer.” I mock at her awkward joke. “Not at all,” she turns to me, looking serious, “I mean it for real.” “Stop it, you’re killing me here…” “I’m not kidding!” She frowns and her tone turns a little bit cold. I cease laughing and stare at her, “Alright then, how come you never showed any sign that reveals what you are, Miss boomer?” She sighs, “Have you ever seen me eating anything in lab?” “That doesn’t count. Many girls don’t eat lunch at work at all. Maybe you are on diet? A smart guy like me would surely notice you are not human if that’s the case for more than a year since I began working here.” “Simply put, your statement of you being smart is false. You never paid attention close enough to me…” She says. “Hey, that’s so not true. If you were an android, the only possibility is that you be so specially made, so pretty that can fool me for such a long time. And by the way, it’s you who never let me, you know, pay close attention to you. ” I wink while saying so. “Fine, whatever you think.” Losing her interest in this conversation, she goes back to work. “Faye, wait. I know you don’t like me, But you do not need to turn me down by this bizarre means. I’ll not ask you out again if you are not willing to.”
“Listen Gira, I am an android. It’s real.” She is now saying it, word by word. Of course I still don’t believe her, “well, can I have some straight proof of your very statement, please?” “Ahhh, you jerk. Give me some peace at work! Now watch carefully and shut up.” Faye takes a deep breath, trying to hold her temper, and starts… to dance? It’s some sort of old-fashioned pop dance, probably popular a century ago or so, which features stiff and sudden movements or locks of body parts, and which is commonly known as, “doing the robot”. “Meh, that’s not a good idea to make your point with some archaic street youth culture… ” I mumbled but suddenly all I can say is “WOW!” I have to admit that she is terribly talented in doing this stuff, with every locking perfectly abrupt and still, matching the interval of every second, and absolutely no facial expression at all. She continues ignoring my response, until she comes to a final lock, which has left her completely motionless as a doll. What’s more, her skin is drifting away the hints of the blood’s color, turning pale, and appearing creamy white.
I start to get more than surprised. Having replaced my jaw which just fell to the ground, I wave my arm in front of her eyes “Hey, wake up Faye, you’ve got me already.” No response, not even a blink. I grab her shoulders and try to shake her body, and her body feels cold as the dead. Now I’m really frightened. I yell her name in panic and I’m about to get Doc for help. Suddenly she burst into loud laughter and comes back alive as if nothing happened to her. “Gee you’re such a pussy. I just suspended my motion and skin control systems and you are about to pee in your pants…”
I just can’t believe all this, I am simply speechless. I have spent a whole year with her and Bang! Today my dream girl is showing me that she’s a boomer! Scenes from the past sours across my mind and now they begin to link together and making sense… No wonder why she is always not using a calculator while solving some of our lab’s toughest math, she can memorize literally everything, and she seemed never getting tired; on the other hand she cares nothing about fashion by wearing always the lab coat, even it’s not necessary sometimes. All a sudden I feel I might be the only idiot in the world who thinks a human girl can be as geeky as this and who finds this geeky genius girl rather attractive.
“So… You are really a ‘droid.” I squeezed out these words, finally. “Oh, it took you that long to draw this conclusion?” She does not waste any chance teasing me. “Did… Doc knows that?” Weird enough that’s the question I can pop out of my head at this moment. And the fact that she is a boomer does not bother me at all. I’m used to have her around for so long. “Yes, even before he had you as a student.” says Faye. “You are lucky to be the only ignorant people here, who kept asking a boomer out.” “In fact, I don’t feel anything wrong about that.” I am telling the truth, “I can do that again if you don’t mind, you are way too attractive for me to resist.” “Really?” This time it is her to be surprised. “Here, I really would like to know more about you and grasp my every chance on you. What do you say?” “Um, I guess I can say, um, alright.” Obviously she wasn’t expecting my response like that. This makes my heart racing, “So how about tonight after work, at the café near the corner of the Institute?” “Um...Yes.” She seems difficult to be certain on the answer. While she is still standing there thinking, I turned to work like I’m the happiest guy of the world.
My wrist watch shows 6pm, though this is not a typical time to end one day’s lab work, I’m just too anxious to continue on any of the experiments. Certainly I have concerns in my mind, for this is my first date with her anyway. Wandering to Faye’s desk I ask if she is ready. “I’m not going with you to that café. I thought it over. ” And that is her answer, with her head still buried in the eye sets of the microscope. “Hey, you can’t just say that, you said yes earlier today.” I protest, obviously a little pissed. “I said yes because I was too busy processing the unexpected reactions you had by then. Please, use your brain, mister! How am I going to appear in public pretending to be a human dating someone while wearing this boomer tag? People would think you’re a freak.” She finally turned to look at me. Dam, right, the new compulsory rules. That’s why I hate those politicians, who always want to make life more miserable. But still, I won’t just give up: “I don’t care. No matter what, this might be the only shot I have with you, even if you agreed only because you were shock at me willing to date with a boomer. Just for the sake of friendship, can we hang out tonight PLEASE?”
Seeing my humble pose, Faye makes an “okay you win” face to me and says: “Fine. Again I’m not trying to turn you down, but I do feel uncomfortable about showing this ID tag in public. Can we go to my place instead after I finish these stuffs at hand?” That last sentence just freezes me immediately. I bite my lower lip hard to see if I’m in a dream. Ouch! Apparently this is real… Faye just looked at my clumsy facial expression, and gives me a flamboyant smile before digging her head again into the optical sets of the lab equipments.
I spend the next 20 minutes or so flipping the pencil among my fingers or playing stupid games on my wrist watch, and thank god she finally finished her examining of some remote mountain grown herb species and is ready to leave. We said goodbye to Doc who is a little surprised seeing us leaving together at this early time, but he doesn’t seem to oppose this. After 2 or 3 stops of train ride Faye leads me out of the subway. “I never know you live so close to town…” I am about to comment and try to start some nice topic but she heads straight toward a convenient store. “…so, you live h.. here?” and that’s what I end up saying. “Show some respect, would you? Even as boomer I don’t stay at a store! I’m grabbing some liquor and snacks for tonight. This is a date anyway, right?”
The sales girl, obviously another boomer with also a tag on her sleeve, greets Faye like old friends and she sees me: “Oh Faye, how interesting, you are finally with someone today. Is he that cute Homo sapiens from work?” “Well yeah, this is Gira. Gira, Lin.” Faye is introducing. I step forward and gestured hello: “Nice to meet you, Lin. Here, let me take Faye’s bill…” I hand over my credit card, trying to show some decent manner of a guy. “She’s already got that taken care of wirelessly, never mind.” Says the smiling Lin.
After Hasta luego to Lin, Faye takes me to her real home: it’s a small basement near the convenient store. It is like a studio cabinet with a private restroom. “The kitchen is upstairs shared with my neighbors. Although I never used it, I can steam some buns we got from the store if you want?” “I’m not that hungry yet. Let’s get in and have some chatting first.” “Okay, whenever you want to eat, just let me know.”
The place has not much furniture: A big couch, facing a big piece of calligraphy work on the wall that reads “The Tao follows the Nature”; on the left hand side of the couch is a lamp and a big wooden cabinet, on the right of the couch is a night stand and a fridge. The middle of the room is a wide desk what seems a place for her calligraphy hobby. All the stuffs are put away in a rather tidy way that reminds me a woman’s organized habit of life. And it is not surprising for me now that I don’t see a bed in this room. Bummer.
“This is a nice little place.” That’s what I can say. “Yeah, I wanted it bigger but the landlords were always putting the priority to humans. But why bother spending more on housing anyway, I’m already happy enough.” “Fair enough,” I stand up to look at her desk, “you don’t have any other entertainment except for doing calligraphy?” “I have high speed wi-fi in this room, what else do you need in the world?” That is a strong argument. So I continue looking at the stuff on her desk: A shelf hanging brushes of various types and sizes, a couple of ink sticks and a very elaborately made ink stone, and several shredded pieces of raw paper lie neatly on the desk’s surface. On one of the pieces with scripts, I found what seems to be an incomplete copy of the Tao Te Ching. “Hey, I love your handwriting, these characters look so elegant from a girl’s hand. So you are a Taoist philosophy fan?” That compliment is for real. I can’t even hand write classic characters properly because every intellectual and literal work is done electronically now. “Not totally a fan, I just read through the classics and found the Taoist school most favorable.” It is amazing that she actually reads stuff like this. The traditions formed some 2500 years ago are not taken seriously by most young people in this society nowadays. So it is ironic that a boomer, which the tradition is thought to oppose to, is cherishing some of the oldest wisdoms.
“So, from a Taoist perspective of view, what do you think about the current policies?” Well done, man. That’s some “awesome topics” to talk with girls on a date. I am already regretting how clumsy I am in social skills. “Well, you don’t force anything in a Taoist world. I’m worrying a little bit about what the ‘human rights renaissance’ people can lead to, you know, they are now distinguishing boomers apart in public, there were examples in history…” “Yeah, like the horrible things happened to the Jews.” I completed her sentence. “Wow, you know about the history of 20th century? Hmm… so you are not as ignorant as most human guys of your age.” “Hey, even if you can have access to anything via wireless you still can’t look down upon us! I’m not that kind of guy who cares only about playing and fu*king all day long, I do read about stuff that I find interesting.” “Alright, relax, sir. I don’t mean to be offensive.” She opened two beers and hands one to me: “let’s go sit on the couch and talk about something else. Cheers!” She engulfs a large amount of beers after saying so. “You…drink? I thought you told me you can’t eat.” I’m totally surprised.
“ER..ERROR!” A monotone voice bursts out of her mouth. And Faye starts to have a little spasm. I realize what could be happening and quickly grab her hands and shout aloud: “Faye, can you still hear me? Proceed to emergency shut down!” Seeing her malfunctioning, I feel quite worried, and weirdly, a bit excited.
Suddenly she comes back all normal and laughs hard, her laughter sounds like a summer wind sweeping through a string of silver bells hanging in the door way of a country hut. “Gotcha, again. Man, you’re so easily fooled.” Embarrassed, I cried out: “Don’t do that any more, it’s not funny at all!” “Oops, look at you, how cared about me you are!” All I have to do is to ignore this and start a new topic of conversation. So I asked, out of true curiosity: “How come you can drink beer anyway?” “There are much more you don’t know about me,” she winks and pulled me to her fridge: “here, I’ll show you what my daily diet is consisted of.” My eyes are widened as she opens the fridge’s door: at the most conspicuous place of the top shelf, there’s a big brown jar with a label saying “EtOH (H2O free)”.
“This is what you usually...drink?” And she nods. “So don’t ever think of getting me drunk. You can’t win, big boy.” Gosh, this crazy boomer is not just drinker, she is literally alcoholic on pure ethanol! “But, why?” “I will have about 200ml of alcohol every time after I’ve swallowed some of these stuffs,” then she points to the second shelf, “just for cleaning up my guts.” Following her direction I notice that the stacks what seems to be veggies in the fridge are actually plant specimens from our lab. What is going on here? “So, you’re stealing Doc’s samples, uhh… for some special ingredient or energy that’s necessary for your body?” I formed my hypothesis, waiting her answer. “Could you please view me in a good way? FYI, there is not yet any robotic technology that practically assimilate food items or use the chemical energy in them, this is simply not efficient, at least for the time when I was built!” And she obviously rejected my newly formed hypothesis. “So, what are you doing with the specimens?” Now this is really interesting.
“Simply saying, I’m bringing some extra work home. I have a DNA analyzer inside of my body so you know I can do these time consuming sequencing tests while resting at home. And the ethanol is just used to avoid possibilities of cross contamination among samples. The used specimens are to be expelled via my waste disposal system. You know, like what a normal person does in the restroom.” She is saying that as if it’s like some normal after-tea talk, but I am totally stunned. Although compared to centuries ago, DNA extraction, amplification and sequencing technique is now greatly improved: there’s no need of multiple times of tedious centrifuging, PCRing (Polymerase Chain Reaction) and electrophoresis, and desktop commercial DNA test units are common in every day life; but the existence of a DNA test unit compact enough to fit into Faye’s slender body is still something I would imagine in a science fiction movie!
“Wow, so all boomers of your kind are capable of doing this? What a horrible world!” “Not exactly. I’m a Type IIS customized for the investigation department of the public security system. The S means special made android of Type II, and each Type IIS was built for a different purpose.” “So, you are officially a property of the cops?” The military and police do have advanced technologies, I think. “I was working at the Provincial Public Security Bureau for almost five years, serving as an agent who helps identifying the criminals or victims. You know, some of the first hand genetic clues were important evident of solving the most problematic cases. After I fulfilled all my duties, I was granted the new identity of a free android and can live whatever life I want as long as it’s legal.” Faye told her story calmly, with a hint of sadness: “And of course now they are using more advanced androids to replace me…” “Then how come you deci
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