JFWCM Chapter 19

The Sweet Overload of Human Nerves

The Sweet Overload of Human Nerves

The Monday morning sunlight slanted through the classroom window lattices, casting diamond-shaped spots of light on Yi Shang’s desk. The tip of her pen, held in her fingers, paused on the notebook. Blue-black ink bled into a small smudge at the end of the three words “Jiang Wan’yuan”—this was the first handwritten assignment since she became human. The strokes concealed the neatness characteristic of a mechanical life form, yet between the strokes, they were tinged with the fluctuations of human emotion.

“Is senior writing a love letter?” Jiang Wan’yuan’s voice floated from the desk behind her, carrying the sweet scent of strawberry milk. She leaned over the back of her chair, her nose almost touching Yi Shang’s ear. “Let me check if the human romance rating meets the standard~”

The tips of Yi Shang’s ears instantly turned red. After losing the mechanical temperature regulation system, her sensitivity to close contact increased by 300%—when the girl’s hair brushed against her neck, the star map birthmark on the back of her neck actually tingled slightly. “It’s a physics assignment.” She cleared her throat and pushed the notebook halfway across the desk. “The gravitational formula for the third question… Can your neural enhancer simulate a three-dimensional model?”

Jiang Wan’yuan’s fingertip lightly tapped on the holographic screen, and the Stargazer imprint emitted a faint light. A rotating planetary model immediately appeared on the desk. “Not only can it simulate,” she suddenly poked Yi Shang’s waist with her fingertip, “it can also synchronize your brainwaves~ Look, senior’s brainwave frequency when she’s thinking is exactly the same as when I’m eating strawberry cake!”

There were suppressed snickers from around them. Zhang Yao held up a holographic camera, hiding behind the curtains. In the lens, the tips of Yi Shang’s ears were so red they could almost set the textbook on fire, and her pen was unconsciously drawing little suns on the scratch paper, each light spot hiding a miniature star orbit.

“Quiet.” Yi Shang’s voice regained its former coldness, but when she looked up, she caught the mischievous smile in Jiang Wan’yuan’s eyes, and the end of her sentence softened involuntarily. “Adjust the model parameters to the β star coordinate system.”

During English class, Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural enhancer suddenly popped up with an abnormal alert. She watched Yi Shang’s right hand, holding the chalk, tremble slightly and noticed that fine beads of cold sweat were seeping from the wrist bone where the mechanical joint had once been installed. “Senior?” She sent a private electromagnetic wave through the neural link. “Human hand muscles need rest…”

“Already 78% adapted.” Yi Shang’s voice came through a frequency only the two of them could hear, and the chalk drew smooth ellipses on the blackboard. “It’s just that I occasionally remember… when writing with the mechanical arm, there were never any mistakes.”

Jiang Wan’yuan suddenly raised her hand: “Teacher! Senior Yi Shang’s hand is injured, I’d like to volunteer to take class notes for her~” Without waiting for a response, she ran to the edge of the podium with her notebook in her arms, her fingertips deliberately brushing against the back of Yi Shang’s hand, “Right, Senior?”

Yi Shang lowered her eyes and looked at the girl’s flamboyant handwriting in the notebook, the corners of her lips imperceptibly lifting. In the mechanical life form’s database, “handwriting” was just a reproducible vector graphic, but at this moment, every letter on the paper carried the fragrance of ink, and the ink dots splashed between the strokes were like the starlight that fell on her school uniform last night when she helped Jiang Wan’yuan pick petals.

When the lunch break bell rang, Yi Shang’s human digestive system protested. She touched her slightly aching stomach and watched Jiang Wan’yuan magically pull out a thermos from her bag—the sweet aroma of strawberry stewed egg mixed with steam wafted towards her, and a sticky note was pasted on the lid: [Human Senior’s stomach-nourishing set meal~☆]

“The doctor said to eat on time.” The girl poked her cheek with a spoon. “Open your mouth, ah—”

The tips of Yi Shang’s ears turned red again. The classroom erupted in cheers, and Zhang Yao’s holographic camera almost fell off the desk. She turned her face away, but when she caught the anticipation in Jiang Wan’yuan’s eyes, she finally opened her mouth slightly. The warm touch of the strawberry stewed egg brushed past the tip of her tongue, mixed with the warmth of the girl’s fingertips, and an unprecedented sweetness exploded on her taste buds.

“How is it?” Jiang Wan’yuan looked at her with her cheeks propped up, and the neural enhancer projected a heart rate monitoring chart. “Better than the mechanical nutrient solution, right?”

“Too sweet.” Yi Shang said softly, but when she swallowed the last bite, she added in a voice only the two of them could hear, “But I’ll allow it to exceed the standard.”

The theme of the art class was “The Most Precious Thing.” Jiang Wan’yuan chewed on the crayon, watching Yi Shang sketch the outline of a mechanical arm on the drawing paper—those once cold and hard metal joints were now painted a warm gold, and a beating crystal heart was held in the palm.

“Is this… Senior’s past?” She leaned closer to the canvas, and discovered that the patterns on the mechanical arm concealed tiny strawberry patterns. “Or is it the present?”

Yi Shang’s pen stopped at the heart, drawing circles of star orbits. “It’s the present.” She turned to look at the girl, who was painting her collarbone brand into a glowing strawberry. “When mechanical parts become memories, the human heart is the most precious storage device.”

Jiang Wan’yuan suddenly grabbed her hand and printed two overlapping fingerprints on the back of the drawing paper: “Then we have to write ‘Storing everything about Jiang Wan’yuan’ here~” Her neural enhancer suddenly projected a holographic projection, and the two people’s fingerprints turned into twin stars in mid-air, surrounded by strawberry candies, mechanical gears, and countless moments of secretly peeking at each other.

During cleaning duty before school ended, Jiang Wan’yuan deliberately carried the bucket of water in a wobbly way. Yi Shang sighed and stepped forward, but the moment she touched the wooden bucket, a splinter pierced her fingertip and drew a bead of blood. “Idiot.” The girl exclaimed, grabbing her hand and gently licking the wound with her tongue. “Human skin is so fragile…”

Yi Shang’s pupils suddenly contracted. A tidal wave of sensory data surged in the neural link—Jiang Wan’yuan’s body temperature, the frequency of her breathing, and herself reflected in her eyes. The star map birthmark on the back of her neck flared up intensely, resonating with the collarbone brand to create a light blue light net, shrouding the two of them in a magnetic field that only they could perceive.

“Does it still hurt?” Jiang Wan’yuan’s voice was nasal, but when she looked up, she saw the golden data stream surging in Yi Shang’s eyes. “Senior’s brainwaves… are playing love songs again?”

“It’s ‘The 720th Heartbeat for Wan’yuan.'” Yi Shang said softly, her fingers interlacing with the girl’s, “The human pain nerves tell me that the touch just now… is more healing than any mechanical repair.”

The afterglow of the sunset spilled into the classroom, weaving stardust-like spots of light in the two people’s overlapping shadows. The noises of younger students came from the distant playground, and the chalk box on the podium suddenly opened automatically, the chalks lined up into arrows, pointing to the two figures by the window who were smiling at each other.

Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural enhancer suddenly received a school-wide broadcast: [Warning! Abnormal energy fluctuations detected in the Stargazer…] but it was interrupted by Yi Shang’s kiss the next second. The human lips carried the lingering warmth of strawberry milk, more real than any contract, and at the fingertips where they touched, light blue neural synapses were growing, weaving star language codes that belonged only to each other in the twilight.

During biology class on Tuesday, Yi Shang stared at the paramecium specimen under the microscope, her pupils suddenly flashing with data streams. The star map birthmark on the back of her neck was flickering with Jiang Wan’yuan’s breathing frequency—the girl was now lieon the desk, poking the strawberry milk foam in her thermos with a straw, making gurgling noises.

“Yi Shang,” the teacher’s voice interrupted her thoughts, “Can you talk about the reproductive method of paramecium?”

“Through cell division.” Yi Shang’s voice was as calm as ever, but her right hand unconsciously groped under the desk until it hooked Jiang Wan’yuan’s little finger, and only then did she calm down. A giggle came from the neural link: [Senior, when you touch my hand, your brainwaves turn into heart-shaped waves~]

A holographic projection suddenly unfolded between the two, displaying Yi Shang’s real-time brainwave chart—the smooth α wave suddenly bloomed into dense pink ripples the moment it touched Jiang Wan’yuan’s fingertip. There were simultaneous “wow” sounds in the classroom, and Zhang Yao’s camera almost fell off the tripod.

“Quiet.” Yi Shang cleared her throat, but her ears were so red they were about to bleed. She looked at Jiang Wan’yuan’s suddenly approaching face, smelled the faint strawberry scent in the other’s hair, and the human olfactory system automatically secreted dopamine, making the touch of her fingertips particularly clear.

During lunch break, the holographic bookshelf in the library suddenly malfunctioned. Jiang Wan’yuan watched Yi Shang get stuck between two rows of bookshelves. The human shoulders were much narrower than in the mechanical arm era, but they could still block the outside view for her. “Senior’s body now… seems more suitable for hide-and-seek?” She chuckled, her fingertip brushing against the star map birthmark on the back of her neck. “Does it still get hot here?”

Yi Shang’s Adam’s apple bobbed. When the girl’s fingertip touched her sensitive skin, she heard her own heartbeat roaring in her eardrums, more intense than the resonance of the mechanical heart. “Body temperature rises by 0.8 degrees.” She said softly, suddenly reaching out to press against the bookshelf, trapping the person between herself and the holographic projection. “Do you need me to demonstrate a more obvious reaction?”

Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural enhancer issued a sharp alarm. She watched the golden data stream surge in Yi Shang’s eyes, an emotional storm that had never existed in the mechanical life era. The next second, a kiss carrying the scent of paper and ink fell, the girl’s tongue gently licking the corner of her lips, the sweetness of the strawberry milkshake exploding into tiny starlight between their neural synapses.

“Warning! Warning!” The library’s intelligent system suddenly broadcast, “Unauthorized intimate behavior detected…”

When the two separated, Jiang Wan’yuan’s fingertip was hooked around Yi Shang’s tie, and the birthmark on the back of the other’s neck had spread into an entire starry sky, echoing her collarbone brand. The holographic bookshelf automatically spat out the textbook “Human Emotion Studies”, and the page happened to be turned to the “Neural Mechanisms of Love at First Sight” chapter.

“So human heartbeats are caused by phenylethylamine.” Jiang Wan’yuan shook the book and chuckled, but the neural enhancer was secretly recording Yi Shang’s heart rate changes. “Senior’s current hormone levels… are equivalent to drinking ten cups of strawberry lattes in a row~”

Yi Shang suddenly snatched the book away and pressed it against the bookshelf amidst the girl’s exclamations. Her nose almost touched the other person’s, her breath carrying a mixed scent of cedar and strawberry. “What about you?” Her fingertip gently brushed across Jiang Wan’yuan’s flushed cheeks. “Is your neural enhancer also secreting ‘Yi Shang exclusive’ neurotransmitters?”

The girl’s face instantly turned red. The neural link transmitted scrambled data streams, decoded as repeated [Like Like Like]. The intelligent coffee machine in the distance suddenly started, spitting out two special drinks—their silhouettes were printed on the cups, and the latte art on the milk foam was intertwined star orbits and strawberries.

During physical education class in the afternoon, Yi Shang stood in front of the horizontal bar and frowned. Human muscle memory made it difficult for her to replicate the difficult movements from before, and the moment her fingertips touched the horizontal bar, a faint ache came from her wrist bone. “Senior, look over here!” Jiang Wan’yuan’s voice came from behind, and the girl suddenly ran and jumped, landing steadily in her arms.

“Idiot!” Yi Shang subconsciously tightened her arms, and human muscle instinct allowed her to steadily hold Jiang Wan’yuan’s waist. The setting sun passed through the girl’s hair, projecting a miniature galaxy into her eyes, and the touch on her waist was soft and warm, more real than any mechanical part.

“I knew senior would catch me~” Jiang Wan’yuan chuckled, her fingertip hooking around Yi Shang’s school uniform button. “Human bodies are also reliable~” Her neural enhancer suddenly projected a holographic score: [Hug Strength: 9.8 points/10 points, Temperature Adaptation: 10 points, Emotional Concentration: ∞]

The tips of Yi Shang’s ears flushed again. She looked at the shocked expressions of the surrounding classmates, and suddenly remembered that it was under this horizontal bar fifteen years ago that she caught the falling Jiang Wan’yuan with her mechanical arm, but was pointed at the mechanical joint and laughed at by the other: “Senior’s arms are as cold as robots~”

“Is it warm now?” She asked softly, her arms tightening slightly, making the girl’s body closer to her own. Human body temperature was transmitted through the school uniform, causing a tremor at the star map birthmark on the back of her neck.

“So hot!” Jiang Wan’yuan smiled and pushed her away, but deliberately stepped on Yi Shang’s shoelaces as she landed. “Senior’s heartbeat… I can hear it in the neural link!”

In the twilight campus, the two walked side by side on the cherry blossom path. Yi Shang’s school uniform jacket was draped over Jiang Wan’yuan’s shoulders, and the girl’s fingertips were twirling a strand of her hair. When they passed a vending machine, the machine suddenly spat out two cans of strawberry soda, and the sound of the pull rings opening overlapped exactly with their heartbeats.

“Tomorrow is Wednesday.” Jiang Wan’yuan shook the soda can and chuckled. “Can senior’s human body accompany me to a midnight holographic movie? I heard… it’s a love story~”

Yi Shang turned her head and saw cherry blossoms falling on the girl’s eyelashes, like the stardust she saw in her dream last night. The human emotion module vibrated violently in her chest, and the expectations, tension, and sweetness that had been suppressed by the mechanical program surged like a tide.

“Okay.” She said softly, reaching out to brush the petals from Jiang Wan’yuan’s head. “But in exchange…” Her fingertip gently pinched the girl’s chin, and a light kiss fell amidst the other’s exclamations. “You have to teach me human… dating etiquette.”

Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural enhancer instantly overloaded, and the holographic soda can almost fell to the ground. She looked at the smile in Yi Shang’s eyes, and suddenly remembered that when she was six years old, this mechanical girl, who always had a cold face, secretly hid her broken robot parts in her schoolbag and used a motor oil can to grow a strawberry seedling.

“Deal~” She hooked Yi Shang’s neck and chuckled in the other’s ear, “But the first step in a human date… is to hold hands~”

In the afterglow of the sunset, the fingertips of two figures slowly interlocked. Yi Shang felt the lines on Jiang Wan’yuan’s palm, a unique thing that a mechanical life could never replicate. The star map birthmark on the back of her neck and the collarbone brand heated up at the same time, and at the moment they touched, the cherry blossoms turned into stardust-like spots of light, climbing up along their intertwined arms, weaving a star language contract that only they could see.

On the top of the teaching building in the distance, Zhang Yao held up a holographic camera and madly pressed the shutter. In the lens, Yi Shang’s ears were redder than the cherry blossoms, and Jiang Wan’yuan’s eyes reflected the starlight of the entire spring. The real-time hot searches on the school forum quietly updated: [Human Yi Shang’s 10086th blush! What exactly is Jiang Wan’yuan’s strawberry magic?]

As the twilight soaked the villa area, Yi Shang’s fingertip stopped on the electronic doorbell. The human fingerprint recognition system scanned the calluses on her fingertips, and the mechanical butler at the entrance issued a cold prompt: “Abnormal bioelectric fluctuations detected, do you want to activate the emotional stabilization program?”

“No need.” Her voice regained the coldness of the mechanical life era, and when she pushed the door open, the star map birthmark on the back of her neck heated up under the sensor lights. The interstellar mechanical summit was playing on the holographic screen in the center of the living room, and her father’s projection was standing on the podium, waving a precise gear model with his mechanical arm: “The emotion module is the biggest flaw of mechanical life…”

“Spouting anti-human remarks again?” Yi Shang took off her tie and saw an untouched mechanical nutrient solution on the table. The hunger of the human digestive system came, but was diluted by the sense of oppression in her chest—this feeling was completely different from the pain when mechanical parts disintegrated.

“You’re back.” Father Yi’s mechanical eye turned to her, and red light flowed on his retina. “The Stargazer Association’s test report shows that your emotion module has a failure rate of 97%.” The holographic screen suddenly switched the picture, playing surveillance footage of her interacting with Jiang Wan’yuan in the classroom. “Contact with Jiang Wan’yuan is causing your bioelectric system to collapse.”

Yi Shang’s fingertips clenched the sofa armrest. Human fingernails sank into the leather, making a slight creaking sound. “That’s not a failure, it’s evolution.” She looked at the wear marks on her father’s mechanical arm—the injuries from blocking an attacker when she was twelve years old. “You once said that the ultimate goal of mechanical life is to become human…”

“But not to be swallowed by human emotions!” Father Yi’s mechanical arm slammed heavily on the coffee table, and the glass jumped. “Look at you now! Blushing, feeling pain, losing control because of a human girl…” The holographic screen popped up with medical data. “Temperature fluctuations, heart rate abnormalities, even tearing up—this is a flaw, not evolution!”

Yi Shang suddenly remembered that during lunch break today, Jiang Wan’yuan used her fingertips to wipe the cherry blossom petals off her eyelashes, but she blinked because her human tear glands were sensitive. That warm, itchy touch had now become a “flaw” in her father’s mouth.

“I like such flaws.” She stood up, and the hem of her school uniform swept across the gears all over the floor. “Wan’yuan made me understand that the beat of a mechanical heart is data, and the pain of a human heart… is proof of being alive.”

Father Yi’s mechanical joints made angry clicking sounds. His auxiliary arm suddenly unfolded, projecting the design drawings of Yi Shang’s mechanical period in mid-air. “You are my most perfect work! Look at these parameters—tireless mechanical arms, accurate computing systems… You should have become a model of mechanical civilization, not trapped in a fragile human shell!”

“But I don’t want to be a model.” Yi Shang’s voice was soft but firm. She pressed her left chest, and the crystal cluster there was flickering with emotional ups and downs. “I want to be Jiang Wan’yuan’s… kind. I want to eat strawberry cake with her, want to share an umbrella on a rainy day, want her laughter to be my only system prompt tone.”

The holographic screen suddenly burst into a piercing alarm. Father Yi’s mechanical eyes glowed red, and his auxiliary arm pointed directly at the star map birthmark on the back of Yi Shang’s neck: “You think this is love? It’s just the Stargazer contract eroding the mechanical life! Go to the association tomorrow to dissolve the contract, otherwise…”

“Otherwise what?” Yi Shang met her father’s gaze, and the human pupils reflected the cold light of the mechanical arm. “Like formatting the emotion module, transforming me back into an emotionless machine?”

Silence spread in the living room. Father Yi’s mechanical arm slowly dropped, and the sound of gears turning carried a human sigh. He turned and walked to the display cabinet, took out a metal box—inside was the strawberry-flavored machine oil can that Yi Shang gave him when she was six years old, and the can was engraved with crooked “Dad”.

“You always said when you were little that you hoped the mechanical arm would have temperature.” His voice was suddenly hoarse, and the mechanical sound was mixed with current noise. “Now I understand that temperature means pain, and pain… means loss.”

Yi Shang’s Adam’s apple bobbed. The human tear glands were suddenly sour, and she remembered that her father had secretly installed a heating module in her mechanical joint, just to let her feel the “sweet temperature” when touching strawberries.

“I’m not afraid of losing.” She said softly, reaching out to hold her father’s mechanical fingertips. “Because I’ve had Wan’yuan’s temperature, even if I lose all mechanical parts, I’m no longer a cold combination of gears.”

The red light in Father Yi’s mechanical eyes gradually dimmed. He suddenly turned around and took out an old photo album from the bookshelf—inside were photos of Yi Shang’s mechanical period, and in the background there was always a little girl holding a strawberry candy. “Go.” His voice was so low that it was almost inaudible. “But if one day you regret it… my lab will always be open to you.”

Yi Shang stood at the entrance, looking at her reflection on the glass—human hair was blown by the night wind, and the star map birthmark on the back of her neck overlapped with the blue light of her father’s mechanical arm in her memory. She took out her phone and sent a message to Jiang Wan’yuan: [Can you take in a homeless human?]

Yi Shang stopped under the neon lights of the alley. A mechanical arm was reversed and probed the connection of the spine. What her fingertip touched was not the smooth alloy of the past, but some kind of densely encrypted small words that were peeling off: [When “Wan’ alarm stopped abruptly. Yi Shang looked up at the end of the alley, the lights of Jiang Wan’yuan’s house penetrated the rain and fog, forming warm spots of light on her visual sensors. The familiar fluctuation frequency came from the neural link, which was Jiang Wan’yuan tuning her mother’s culture pod—she was always like this, unconsciously humming out-of-tune songs when she was excited.

Yi Shang’s heat dissipation system suddenly stopped for a beat. Some kind of unfamiliar warmth spread from the mechanical heart, not an overload alarm, but more like the “palpitation” in human memory.

When she stepped forward, a crystal cluster fell from her shoulder blade, making a clear sound in the accumulated water. Incredibly, the exposed human skin actually felt the coolness of the rain.

When Jiang Wan’yuan opened the door, Yi Shang’s abnormality was so obvious that it could not be concealed. Her three mechanical arms were operating slowly, the human pupil in her right eye was irregularly constricting and dilating in the mechanical iris, and worst of all—she smelled the aroma of hot pot.

“Senior?!” Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural enhancer immediately issued a red alert. She reached out to pull Yi Shang, but was frightened by the other’s body temperature. “You have a fever! No, you shouldn’t have a body temperature…”

Yi Shang tried to explain in standard response mode, but found that the language center was switching back to pure human nerve reflexes: “I… hungry.” This simple syllable stunned herself. For the first time in seven years, the need for nutrient mixture was concretized into a craving for a certain food.

Jiang’s mother reacted faster than anyone else. “Lao Jiang! Lower the induction cooker to 80 degrees!” She tore off her apron and padded it on the chair. “Child, can you taste it?”

The heat of the hot pot blurred Yi Shang’s visual sensor. When Jiang Wan’yuan approached again with spicy meat slices folder, she suddenly saw the culture soil on the other’s fingernails—it was left over from when they transplanted β star seedlings together last week. This insignificant detail opened a certain gate like a key, and a large number of memories from the human period poured out.

“Hot…” Yi Shang shrank back subconsciously, and then froze. Pain perception should be the primary function shielded by the Stargazer.

The dining table suddenly fell silent. Jiang Wan’yuan’s chopsticks hovered in mid-air, and the neural enhancer projected a series of chaotic symbols. The silence was broken by a light “click”—a thin crack appeared on the mechanical shell of Yi Shang’s left hand, revealing the pale human skin underneath.

“Reverse transformation?!” Professor Jiang stood up abruptly, his glasses reflecting frantically scrolling data streams. “The Stargazer system is self-releasing? This doesn’t fit——”

“Dad!” Jiang Wan’yuan suddenly shouted, while rushing over to cover Yi Shang’s ears. “Don’t use words like ‘doesn’t fit the parameters’!” Her palm was tightly stick against the peeling mechanical parts, and her voice suddenly softened. “What senior needs now is…”

Yi Shang didn’t hear the second half of the sentence clearly. The temperature of Jiang Wan’yuan’s palm was being transmitted through the cracks, like a ray of sunlight melting Strongice. She suddenly remembered the snowy night when she was twelve years old, and she was curled up in the corner of the laboratory after undergoing mechanical Renovation, it was Jiang Wan’yuan who sneaked in holding a thermos cup and touched her cold mechanical joints with warm fingers.

“Need a blanket.” Yi Shang said softly, the human vocal cords vibrating with an unfamiliar frequency, “And… non-spicy dishes.”

This sentence triggered a small chaos. Jiang’s mother rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find an electric blanket, while Professor Jiang took his assistants to urgently Renovation the charging seat in the living room into a constant temperature recliner. Only Jiang Wan’yuan remained motionless, her fingertips lightly describe the human contour that was gradually appearing on Yi Shang’s face, and the neural enhancer projected a constantly changing cardiogram between the two.

“You’re scared.” This was not a question. Jiang Wan’yuan’s thumb brushed across Yi Shang’s suddenly moist corner of her eye—the mechanical body should not have lacrimal gland function.

Yi Shang’s database should have thousands of Response to the plan, but at this moment all the program languages faded away, leaving only the most primitive human vocabulary: “Will… different. I’m no longer…”

“Silly senior.” Jiang Wan’yuan suddenly stick her forehead to her cracked mechanical armor, “You were never just those parts ah.”

Late at night, after everyone else was finally persuaded to go to rest, Jiang Wan’yuan settled Yi Shang on her bed. The mechanical parts were Leave faster, and now Yi Shang’s entire left arm had reply human form, pale and almost transparent.

“Does it hurt?” Jiang Wan’yuan Be careful put a hot towel on those mechanical and flesh-woven parts.

Yi Shang shook her head, then nodded again. This was the first time she was unable to describe her feelings with accurate data: “Like… dandelions scattered.”

Jiang Wan’yuan suddenly laughed, and her eyes turned red as she laughed. She opened the bedside table and took out an old-fashioned music box——it was a crude manual they had assembled together in junior high school. “Remember? You said mechanical transmission is a million times more precise than bioelectrical signals, but this thing is out of tune.”

The music box turned and made a hoarse “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”. Yi Shang’s human fingers suddenly twitch, and some deep-buried muscle memory made her sing along. In the out-of-tune notes, the mechanical components of her right eye “Click” fell off.

“Oh my God…” Jiang Wan’yuan reached out to Catch the gradually dimming crystal, inside which sealed a miniature star map, “Senior’s mechanical eye…”

Yi Shang subconsciously closed her eyes, but felt the long-lost subtle touch of her eyelids frictioning the cornea. When she opened them again, the world was no longer made up of data streams—the moonlight had temperature, Jiang Wan’yuan’s eyelashes Projecting a broken shade on her face, and even the dust in the air had the rhythm of life.

“Wan’yuan.” She tried to pronounce it with pure human vocal cords, and this name was no longer through any electronic deal with for the first time, “I can see… your freckle.”

Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural enhancer “Smack” short-circuited. She threw herself When coming up knocked over the music box, and the two fell among the scattered mechanical parts and human clothes. Yi Shang suddenly Suck back——Jiang Wan’yuan’s elbow Pressed on her new waist skin.

“Sorry!” Jiang Wan’yuan hurried, but suddenly Frozen. Her palms were stick on Yi Shang’s fully humanized chest, and there came Strong and messy heart beat.

Yi Shang looked at the girl hovering above her, and those Micro-expression that once needed emotion module analysis suddenly became straightforward and easy to understand: Jiang Wan’yuan’s eyes Flashing,Bite The lower lip Express nervousness, and the suddenly Red ear tips…

“Body temperature Raise, pupil enlarge, respiratory frequency Increase.” Yi Shang Say softly, but no longer with an analysis report Tone, “According to human behavior study, this is…”

Jiang Wan’yuan Blockedher words with a kiss. There was no data exchange of neural links, no star orbit projection of mechanical resonance, only the most primitive sweetness and panic when their lips Post it. When they parted, Yi Shang’s newborn heart was Crazy crashchest Clothes, as if to make upall the silence of the past seven years.

The Balcony door was suddenly Blow off by the wind, and the night wind Entanglement into the room. Jiang Wan’yuan Look up, and suddenly Gone wideeyes: “Senior! Your…”

Yi Shang Followher line of sight looked at her right arm——The last piece of mechanical shell was Peel offing in the moonlight, revealing the human arm underneath Full of. Those are trace that were left from the first surgery at the age of fourteen, and she I thought forever Disappeared.

“Not perfect.” Yi Shang Subconsciously shrink finger, but was Break apart by Jiang Wan’yuan one by one.

“Perfect Pure.” Jiang Wan’yuan’s lips Postedthose scars, “This is my Yi Shang Senior sister.”

When Morning light curtains, Yi Shang was wake for the first time by the biological clock instead of the system Alarm. Her mechanical spine was already, forming a peculiar star map on the floor by the bed. Jiang Wan’yuan Curl up in her In your arms, and the neural Increaser because of Overuse.

Yi Shang try to sit up,immediately human muscle sore. This made the movement startled Jiang Wan’yuan, who Being confusedly stretched out her hand to touch Yi Shang’s spinal position, but only Touch Skin.

” morning…” Jiang Wan’yuan’s Voice beltwith sleepiness, but then wide awake after seeing the scene in front of her, “Senior, you… are all back?”

Yi Shang looked down at her human palm, and those operations that could be accurate to micrometers in the past could not even grab the sheet firmly now. Some kind of panic that Jiang Wan’yuan had already jumped out of bed was about to rise,Flip from in the book Again.

“Look!” She Expand, above is Idiotic design drawings of the mechanical spine with Handwriting with us