Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"I looked everywhere, but there are no other children. What a disappointment. Come on, come back with me - and be our child."

Its body was wet, and it was hard to tell whether it was raindrops or sea water; the ghost must have been tracking her for a very long time - its departure at the Maruzen Oil Chemical Terminal was just an illusion to confuse her: the ghost wanted to find her home and see if she had more brothers and sisters of similar age.

The ghost strode towards her and Yasumoto Eiichiro.

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“Ghosts” have their own names, groups, and categories—but just like the trends derived from their appearance, there are so many of them; so much so that people outside of “ghosts” have no way of understanding them at all.

It raised its hand: its muscles were bulging and knotted, and its blood vessels bulged out of its body surface with the rushing blood... This blood had been completely replaced, emitting a bright green light in the night, outlining complex and winding symbols and patterns.

In the chest cavity is an exposed, violently beating heart - the skin, muscles and part of the sternum that wraps it have been peeled off: a distorted pistol is tied to it, with the muzzle pointing at the surface of the heart.

This is the only bright spot in the whole body shape of the “ghost” - an expression and interpretation of thanatology: life is so fragile and under the threat of the self.

If it has even a little bit of pursuit for fashion and trends... this pistol used to fire thermal energy bullets must be loaded with ammunition.

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Among the "ghosts", it can also be considered low-class. This can be seen from the rough, inferior, and aesthetically pleasing decoration on its body surface.

But the lower it is, the more dangerous it is: those "ghosts" without taste and creativity can only use violence as the only art they can understand. Perhaps in time, its understanding of life and death can help it capture a little trend in fashion...

But now, it is still the worst and most inferior ghost.

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There was no further conversation: every "person" present knew what was going to happen next.

Yasumoto Eiichiro half flew and half rushed out - the plastic sheet wrapped around his body got tangled in the axles of his lower limbs, causing him to almost fall over. It was not born for fighting - and in all this long time, it had never changed its parts in this direction.

It's just that the priority of some matters has been raised by it: and the various parts of this machine have also responded faster.

Boom!

Eiichiro Yasumoto collided with the "ghost" and locked the eight upper and lower limbs of his body tightly: he did not know how to fight, so the action looked like a harmless hug.

Ping!

The ghost raised his arms fiercely and struggled to break free: he dug his claws into Yasumoto Eiichiro's body and lifted it above his head - then, using it as a strangely shaped sledgehammer, smashed it into the hut behind him.

The iron sheets, oil drums and canvases collapsed with a loud noise; small hills of garbage were piled up: this was their original appearance; and the hut that could shelter from the wind and rain was just an accident in the process of existence.

The ghost straightened his leg and stepped on Yasumoto Eiichiro, pinning him to the slope of the garbage dump. Then he grabbed the solid and heavy square iron plate that was used to support the hut.

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boom!

When it was smashed down for the first time, the iron plate collided with the torso, producing dazzling sparks; and the place that was hit became a dented and deformed iron sheet.

boom!

As the blow was thrown, Eiichiro Yasumoto's body slid diagonally, exposing his chest to the "ghost's" hand, which was like a gate-like iron plate.

boom!

Another voice:

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! …

There were continuous loud noises from hard objects colliding with each other - with each fall, Yasumoto Eiichiro slid down a few inches, exposing the more intact parts of his body to the "ghost".

It seemed like an instrument of torture that was created unintentionally to torture every inch of the body.

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If it were a human, it would have turned into splattering blood mud in the hands of the ghost; but Yasumoto Eiichiro's originally cylindrical torso had become a piece of iron bar that was knocked flat, and his front and hind limbs were broken at the connection between the body and fell to the ground.

The blood vessels protruding from the surface of the "ghosts" become brighter because of excitement - they regard all their actions as a creative process; even violence is the same: violence is also a way to change the inherent form of things.

It was so absorbed in the creation that it had forgotten about the girl climbing up its back from its waist.

No, the ghost still noticed it; but it only felt more ecstatic and joyful - when the passion for creation and art can infect the people around it... this kind of emotion can even make ghosts cry.

boom!

The iron plate smashed Yasumoto Eiichiro's neck, causing sparks to fly.

The ghost could feel the girl's frenzy, anger, and bloodthirsty desire for destruction behind him - there was no doubt that she was also completely captured and infected by this atmosphere.

Although she groped with difficulty in the bumpy ride, the girl's fingers still reached the trigger of the pistol on the ghost's heart.

Hahahaha!

The ghost laughed joyfully, and suddenly realized that as long as someone could kill him at the height of violence, he would have created something higher and more meaningful.

Click.

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hum-

The buzzing lasted only a moment.

The demon's huge body fell to the side: the heat from the thermal pistol burned its heart into gray-black charcoal.

But below it - pale smoke was emitting from the remaining head of Eiichiro Yasumoto: most of the hard brain had been burned away, leaving only irregular remnants.

Its consciousness was also melting. Nora's attack penetrated the ghost's body and hit Eiichiro Yasumoto - this might be due to the ghost's adjustment of the body angle in his artistic inspiration; or it might just be bad luck.

But the result is the result.

The girl stumbled over and held what was left of it in her arms.

"You're pretty quick, Nora."

Eiichiro Yasumoto praised sincerely: But the sound coming out of the speaker was distorted and fluctuated.

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Eiichiro Yasumoto fell into darkness: there was no longer any usable camera equipment in his body.

It was also dark outside the earth - it suddenly realized this; then had it also reached space? So Yasumoto Eiichiro began to hum softly:

"The stars in the sky are shining brightly - they look like many little eyes. One, two, three, four, five, six, I can't count them enough..."

Yasumoto Eiichiro understood that he was about to be scrapped... Once, he had a wonderful flash of thought - to be scrapped as a human. Now, whether he could be scrapped as a human was not important: but Nora needed a human father.

Only the souls of human beings after death can turn into stars in the sky; the signals in the processor will eventually disappear into nothingness.

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But this will not be true:

The machine without a name is just a piece of iron that has had Eiichiro Yasumoto's name stolen.

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Yasumoto Eiichiro continued to speak, talking to the darkness. He didn't know if his daughter could hear him, or even if his speakers were still working; but:

"I'm not a cold human being, I'm a machine. But don't worry, Nora—"

"There are many kinds of stars: those that are warm and bright, the sun and other fixed stars, are the souls of human beings after death."

"The solidified stones in the universe, the silent and dark planets, are the souls of machines after they are scrapped; they are as hard as when they were alive."

"So after I am scrapped, I will become a star in the sky—"

"Don't be afraid anymore."

"Whenever you look up, I am also in the darkness beyond the earth, Nora."

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I succeeded, I lied -

I am a human being.

Humans will die one day.

Then I will too.

This is the eternal truth.

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Yasumoto Eiichiro played the recording inside the remaining head. This recording came from the human whose identity it had taken away: A man's voice sounded -

"...What's your favorite? I think it should be "Stars, My Home". In that case, it would be nice if I could die outside the Earth..."

The sound played contained a suffocating sound like a blood clot blocking the trachea. When the machine was destroyed: no matter how damaged it was, it should not make such a sound - this is the sound that the human body would spit out when it was dying. The machine did not have lungs and trachea.

However, Eiichiro Yasumoto still added a track of noise to the recording through the audio synthesizer... In this way, it makes it more like a human.

In the last moment of its life, it wanted to thank the corpse lying in the garbage dump. Without his existence, it would have no chance to touch this thing that it should not have.

Therefore, the nameless machine wants to share this joy with the deceased from who knows how many years ago - perhaps the corpse that cannot speak is the only friend it has ever had.

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It felt peaceful and erratic, suspended without gravity - it was time to say goodbye. If Yasumoto Eiichiro had a soul, it would have risen into space at this moment.

So, will we meet again? Yasumoto Eiichiro doesn't know if he can see everything that happens on the ground...but he wants to see it.

It didn't want to say goodbye. So Eiichiro Yasumoto called another language package:

"Goodbye, my child."

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Chapter 332 Qianye Yu (End)

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On this day, a nameless machine was born in the garbage dump of Mobara: as a new machine, it carefully and seriously studied the work sheet that accompanied it, and then began its daily busy work.

It spent several days examining every corner of the Mobara landfill - it seemed that no one had taken care of it for a long time, and it was filled with piles of waste, making it almost impossible to find a place to settle.

But the nameless machine did not complain at all. It just silently searched, located, transported, destroyed, and operated: unlike the instructions in the worksheet, the nameless machine discovered that there were traces of human survival in the Mobara garbage dump.

This was undoubtedly against the guidelines on the worksheet; so the nameless machine leveled the shabby hut and sorted the trash inside, while mumbling to its predecessor.

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Then, the first adventure since its birth happened.

Everything went as usual that day: until the nameless machine heard noises outside the gates of the Mobara garbage dump.

Today was clearly not the day for garbage to be delivered, and there was no strange rumbling noise from vehicles; but a stranger came to the Mobara garbage dump.

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It was a small human woman, probably still a child; with shaggy, light-blond hair - she was pushing a clattering cart, wrapped in a tattered sheet covered in dirt.

This is still a nameless machine, and it is seeing humans for the first time.

The humans lifted the canvas on the cart - underneath was scattered and deformed debris; it was tied tightly with parachute ropes to prevent it from collapsing in the bumps.

The pile of wreckage is beyond recognition, and only the models of limbs and parts can be vaguely distinguished.

There are some parts I can use too: no name machine comes to mind.

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The human dug out another shovel from the wheelbarrow. She carried the tool, which was almost as long as herself, and began to work beside the wheelbarrow. The human clumsily half-slammed and half-jabbed the shovel into the ground, and then pressed her whole body onto the long handle of the shovel, tilting it up like a seesaw.

It takes her only this complicated cycle to dig up a handful of soil.

The nameless machines quietly hid behind the walls of waste, watching the human movements.

The Mobara landfill does not allow random excavation and burial - but the pit that humans are digging is outside the gate of the Mobara landfill; therefore, the nameless machine did not step forward to stop it.

Human forelimbs - or arms - are tiny, especially compared to the tools she uses: so she spends a long time digging, stopping from time to time to rest.

The nameless machine checked its work list and suspended all work for today - keeping an eye on unknown and possible dangers was more important than daily work.

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Four hours, fifteen minutes, and twenty-one seconds had passed; the nameless machine had also been tense for four hours, fifteen minutes, and twenty-one seconds.