As a human, Alwyn was once like most people, being a synth as a companion and a necessity in life, but not of his own kind.

It's easy to understand. Although synths have the same special name as humans, they can't distinguish realistic emotions...... But they are not human after all.

Until during an extreme sport, he was bitten off both legs by a Martian crocodile and had to replace it with a light alloy skeleton leg. Although it was no different or even better than usual, Alvin still felt something strange in his heart.

It has nothing to do with the need for maintenance once a year, but he thinks ...... I'm not a complete human being right now.

Is a synthetic person with a human brain considered human? Is a synthetic person with a human body a human?

What is the definition of human beings? Is it a string of DNA that has been inherited for hundreds of millions of years, or has it inherited the inheritance of the spiritual civilization of Homo sapiens, or is it a baby that develops naturally by the combination of sperm and egg?

In this way, he began to try to understand synths, understand synths, and know a place where synths will go when they are born with intelligence: safe havens.

Although the status quo of the federation is that the interests of synths can be protected, and citizens are relatively peaceful with synths, there are always some citizens who do not think so.

Humans are extremely cruel to themselves, let alone aliens.

There are many, many people like him in the Federation, and they are trying to speak out and fight for more rights for synths.

And Haven's attitude towards humans like them is also strange: no initiation, no kindness.

It seems that they just want to contain the synths, and then get out of the way and avoid all the trouble.

Alvin could only take the initiative.

He wanted to know more about the organization.

Alvin looked at the hut silently, knee-deep snow around it, it hadn't been seen in days.

Drifting through the snow, Alvin left the side of the road and walked towards the only silhouette of the snowy night.

The snow in the courtyard had not been cleaned either, and his trouser legs were already soaked, cold against his calves.

It's going to be maintained earlier this year. Alvin thought to himself.

The dim doorlight illuminates a small area in front of the door, and the snow is even more crystalline. Alvin walked to the door, a white haze exhaling from between his dry lips and curling up.

The nostalgic wooden door with the window can be seen to be some years old, and a curtain hangs behind the window, and the scene inside is full of shadows and shadows, and it is not real to see.

Knock Knock Knock –

He knocked softly on the door.

"Come in."

A soft, magnetic voice emanated from inside the door.

Alwin unscrewed the doorknob and gently pushed the door open.

The wind of a blizzard night poured into the room from around Alwin's perimeter, and he could see what was going on in the living room.

It was a very young man.

Broken hair as black as ink, a skin tone as white as piercing the eyes, and eyes as deep as an abyss.

It was supposed to be time to relax, but the man was still dressed in a straight, gentlemanly black suit unbuttoned, and his white shirt outlined a little of his chest.

He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and shiny gold snow chains pulled into his hair.

It's strange that no one wears such old-fashioned glasses anymore. But Alvin didn't even feel a trace of abruptness and weirdness.

As if it were all taken for granted.

He sat on the couch with a burning fireplace behind him, and the fireplace was so bright that it made him a little dim, and his complexion was very pale, and it made him stand out.

On his lap, a strange eyeball-shaped mechanical creature lay on it, its pupils slightly dilated, as if it was napping.

Time flowed silently until the wind carried the snow from Alwin's body into the drawing-room, and the fireplace flame shook and whistled.

The man furrowed his beautiful eyebrows and looked sideways, his deep eyes behind the lenses looking this way.

Like an uninvited guest, Alvin recklessly broke into the painting.

He finally woke up from a dream, hurriedly stepped into the door, and closed the door with his backhand.

The howling wind and snow were blocked out of the door, the flames calmed down, and the crackling sound of burning regained the place.

Alvin stood still by the door, his snow-soaked trouser legs and shoes beginning to melt.

The young man named Mu Su didn't say a word, and his slender and white palm pointed to the couch on one side.

Alvin understood, walked with a slight bend of his back, sat down with his legs together and his hands on his knees.

The butt is only half stained on the sofa.

He was inexplicably a little reserved, perhaps because the scene was too touching.

Alvin lowered his head slightly, staring at the black leather shoes under the slender trouser legs. He didn't even dare to raise his head, lest he touch the deep dark eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate all the secrets.

He had only seen similar glances in his own grandfather...... No, grandfather was not as exaggerated as he was.

Slightly calming, Alvin asked softly, "Mr. Mu Su...... Perhaps you should be called Detective Musu. I'm interrupted by a late night visit, you should already know what I'm here about......"

He unconsciously used honorifics.

In the direction that Alvin couldn't see, Mu Su's temperament was undergoing a drastic change.

First of all, behind the gold-rimmed glasses, the dead fish eyes with the whites of the eyes gradually increasing.

It's Sage Time!

……

2 minutes ago -

The couch shook violently.

Mu Su, who had just come out of the bathroom, sat on the sofa, his blurry eyes were unfocused, and he stared at the ceiling in distraction.

"AIC, I have a question, can you help me?"

[I don't know if you have any questions]

The fish tank tilted, and AIC had to jump up and hold the fish tank with his little black hands to prevent himself from slipping to the edge.

If others don't want to listen to Mu Su and don't say it, then he won't be him.

Mu Su said to himself: "You said that Transformers will be an ordinary car after death. In this case, can we drive their corpses as if they were ordinary cars? ”

AIC's pupils didn't blink, staring at the fat blue man in the holographic screen.

"Doesn't you think you know......"

Mu Su chuckled and closed his eyes.

His consciousness gradually emptied, his body became lighter and lighter, and his soul rippled in the galaxy......

……

"Coffee or water?"

Mu Su picked up the kettle on the table.

"Coffee is fine......"

Flattered, Alvin grabbed his cup in both hands and leaned under the kettle.

"I guessed the water wrong."

Mu Su said with his eyes open to the dead fish, and the clear and transparent water fell from the kettle into the cup.

“……？” For a moment, Alvin was a little confused, and felt that something was not quite right.

It seems like the sound is a little different too?

When the water was full, Mu Su stopped, and the kettle was put back in place.

Luckily the water was hot. Alvin thought, taking a sip between his legs, holding his hands to keep warm,

Mu Su asked perfunctorily: "If there is anything that needs to be commissioned, let's say it." ”

Alvin sat down slightly: "You should have already learned from the information, I used to be an extreme sports enthusiast. ”

"Extreme sports?"

Mu Su, who has not completely gotten rid of the sage mode, reveals a touch of reminiscence.