Little Robot on the Run

Chapter 1

Nan'an is fleeing.

Desert, no man's land.

The wind whistled past, blowing away a few dry vines.

They circled lightly, and when they fell back onto the sand, they were quickly dried by the sun's rays and turned black.

For some reason, extreme weather occurs almost every day.

Under the violent solar wind, everything here became distorted, even the air particles were scorching hot, scorching everything around.

Under such an environment, it seems impossible for any living things to appear in the desert.

——Except for a small figure of a young boy in the distance.

His fair cheeks were flushed from the sun, and his slightly curled long eyelashes were also stained with a few grit.At this time, he was dragging a heavy backpack and walking forward very hard.

This is the fifth day of Nan'an's escape.

Five days ago, when he was sent to the human earth by the Kepler base, he experienced an accident.

The pungent smell filled the entire spaceship, and when Nan An woke up, he saw the raging fire.The experimenter fell on the seat in a mess, the scorched ends of the mechanical arms were scattered around, leaking oil.

——Everyone around seemed to be dead.

Which department of the base are they experimenters?

Nan'an can't remember clearly.

The only thing I remember is that when the fire ignited, an experimenter rushed over.With the twisted and painful face reflecting the firelight, he used the mechanical arm to support the last strength, and said a word to him.

"You are the most intelligent robot in the base, remember, remember the tasks you want to complete..."

task?

Nan An didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

He wanted to ask what that mission was, but found that he couldn't speak at all.

In the thick smoke, Nan'an saw the experimenter rush towards the machine beside him and pull down the gate with all his strength—for an instant, he felt a warmth in his body.

Like the melting water in spring, swooping down from the heights of the snow-capped mountains, rushing towards his limbs.If you insist on describing it, it seems to be the fusion of nerves and metal, a strange and novel call.

With the human knowledge learned at the Kepler base, Nan'an knew that he used metaphors to describe many things in a different way.

but.

Even the call of the universe is useless now.

On the fifth day of fleeing, Nan'an finally realized a serious problem.

He has nothing to eat.

This question is more important than thinking about calling.

And much more important.

Nan An let out a long sigh.

He pouted and turned his head to look at the big blackened backpack—in five days, there was not much nutrient solution left from the Kepler base, only the last bottle left.

It's their robot's favorite thing to do, other than that only the charge pump gives them pleasure.

Because every little robot born from the Kepler base will feel the most primitive vitality the moment it is powered on.Afterwards, they will gradually get rid of the dependence on the charging pump, and switch to nutrient solution and charger to replenish energy at the same time.

Without the support of these two things, he will immediately become a robot toy without electricity.

Nan'an didn't like this.

At the base, he pouted angrily every time the experimenter took the charging cable away.

Then I followed them and moved chug until I got the nutrient solution.

nutrient solution.

Gollum.

The belly rang again.

Nan'an clutched his stomach in distress. He stared at the empty bottle in his backpack for a while, and then used his small hands to push away the pen, compass, electronic notepad and steel map that were in the way.

After struggling for a long time, I finally took out a bottle of nutrient solution.

Under the strong ultraviolet light, the last bottle of nutrition was crystal clear, shining with his shaking movements, looking very attractive.

However, that doesn't change the fact that it's almost gone.

Nan'an: "QAQ."

As a robot, Nan An felt that it was his right to eat.

As the most intelligent robot in their eyes, he believes that this is a kind of organic dignity that needs to be defended.

Although he doesn't know what supreme wisdom means.

But it doesn't matter, it sounds great.

After resting for a while, Nan'an decided to continue on his way. He pulled the strap of the backpack, thought for a few seconds, and decided to sacrifice his fingers, put the backpack on the ground, and dragged it away.

This is the emergency supplies he took from the cockpit before the spacecraft exploded.

During the five days of fleeing, Nan'an relied on these things for supplies, five bottles of nutrient solution, a few data cables and charging treasures, a bottle of lubricating oil for parts, simple sleeping bags and miscellaneous emergency supplies.

And now they are collectively referred to as the necessary materials for fleeing from Nan'an.

He didn't want to go back anyway.

When he was at the base, he was locked in the laboratory all the time, and he could only look at the galaxy filled with sky through a small skylight, or put his face in front of the window and eagerly count the stars.

How boring, how boring.

But now it's different.

He is free!

In the past five days, never has such an empty desert appeared before his eyes in such a vast expanse.

It seems that if you walk further, you can see the vibrant oasis and the blue ocean. When these pictures were hung in the lobby of the Kepler base, Nan'an would look at them for a long time.

Thinking of this, Nan An secretly cheered himself up, his fair little face was covered with dust from the sand, he wiped it with his elbow indiscriminately, and continued to walk forward.

The sand grains creaked and creaked on the soles of his feet. Nan'an moved slowly on the desert for a while while holding a steel map and dragging his backpack.

Then, he took another small breath, stopped and looked at the big backpack in distress.

It's really too heavy.

It is the weight that their robots cannot bear.

The key is that Nan'an doesn't know how long it will take him to find the nutrient solution and oasis. A few days ago, Mr. Compass in his backpack told him that if he wanted to find them, he had to go south.

So he really followed for a long time.

But it now appears that Mr. Compass is a liar.

No oasis, no lake, nothing.Except for the sun that blinded him, he was accompanied only by scorched vines and hot rocks.

Humph.

Mr Liar.

Thinking of this, Nan'an pouted again and snorted softly.

Just as he was shaking his head to express his dissatisfaction, the light in the distance became dim.

The skyline is sharply divided and it looks like a storm is approaching.

Even Nan'an, who is a robot, doesn't like this kind of weather, but in the past few days in the human world, there will always be such strange weather in the desert.

Before the storm arrived, Nanan dragged his backpack to the nearest rock, shrunk into a small ball, and hid in the shadow.

It is referred to as Nan'an disaster avoidance method for short.

It's just right now, and by the way, save electricity, kill two birds with one stone.

Just as Nan An was grabbing the backpack strap and dragging it to his side with difficulty, the storm in the distance arrived as expected.

Black clouds surged.

The scorched vines whizzed up from the gravel, one after another burrowed into the crevices of the stone, rubbing against the stone surface, making a terrifying whimpering sound.

So Nan'an hugged the backpack and rolled himself up tighter.

Wrapped into a smaller ball.

The steel map in his hand reflected the handsome young man's face. Looking at the various marks on the map, Nan'an felt sleepy after a while.

Under the howling wind, he gradually lowered his head, bit by bit, his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Then he fell asleep.

In fact, their robots don't need to sleep, but for some reason, since the accident five days ago, he will pant after dragging a backpack like a human being, and needs to rest day and night.

Half asleep and half awake, an intermittent voice came.

It was a female voice, whispering something to Nan'an, like a chant from the universe.

This kind of voice also appeared at the Kepler base, and the base used this female voice when it popularized human knowledge about him.

But for some reason, this time the female voice was soft and mellow, whispering in Nan'an's ear——

"You are the most intelligent robot, you must go to the human city to complete that task..."

"Understand...understand the high expectations of Kepler Base for you..."

This kind of singing mixed with the howling wind, became more and more blurred, and finally became a trace in his sleep, like quicksand, fleeting.

When Nan'an woke up, the storm outside the stone had stopped.

The sun shone on the boy's long eyelashes, he tilted his head, poking his head out from under the stone——

a mess.

Garbage from the storm was scattered all over the desert.

As far as Nan'an could see, there were discarded batteries and metals, which were shiny in the sun, and the black engine oil flowing out mixed the sand grains into balls.

In addition, there are many things from the human world that Nan'an doesn't know.

For example, a half-deflated soda can in front of him.

Nan An didn't know what it was. After squatting down and brushing off the sand grains with his small hands, he barely made out the words "Coca-Cola" on it.

It seems that this is a canned liquid, which should be a nutrient solution that humans like.

But not the one their robot needs.

Nan An pouted, angry.

He angrily kicked away the empty bottle and battery in front of him, and dragged the backpack out from under the rock. At this moment, a bottle of liquid fell out of the crack in the rock and fell into the quicksand beside him.

So Nan An looked along the line of sight——

Nutrient solution!

Nan An rubbed his eyes, then pinched his little face, until he pinched a few red marks on his snow-white/pink cheeks, and then he was sure that the one in front of him was not a hallucination.

Yay, he has something to eat!

Nan An rushed over quickly, holding the cap of the nutrient solution bottle tightly with his right hand to prevent it from sinking in, and then, like a puppy pawing the ground, he pawed vigorously at the sand with his other small hand.

He was so focused on the nutrient solution that he ignored a huge shadow that was gradually approaching behind him.

Just when the nutrient solution was dug out from the sand, a pair of sharp claws and Nan'an grabbed the bottle at the same time.

Nan An was stunned.

His shadow was completely covered by this large shadow, and he didn't realize anything until a few seconds later.He turned his head carefully, the musty smell of metal and steam hit his face——

A giant beetle several times his size.

Its eyes are shining, and there are hundreds of fangs in the huge black mouthparts, which are constantly opening and closing. The greasy oil drips from the mouthparts, making the sand sticky.

It seemed that this bad beetle wanted to steal his nutrient solution.

Nan An was instantly unhappy.He frowned a little, poked its shell, and pointed to the nutrient solution that was caught, in protest.

Boom.

From the beetle's mouth came a cold, metallic object.

Nan An was taken aback.

His fingertips were still on the beetle's black shell, and he stared blankly at the mouthpart for a while, then suddenly realized something, and moved his eyes carefully...

A rectangular piece of battered silver metal.

Under the brutal chewing of the beetle, the trunk part was bent 180 degrees, forming a U-shape, and the slender wires were entangled in the fracture, exposing a large number of scorched copper and aluminum wires, leaking electricity outward.

Obviously, this is a robot arm.

his kind.

Nan'an: "?"

He was stunned for several seconds, and he didn't seem to digest the scene very much.And the beetle was still chewing, making a crunching sound.

After a few seconds, Nan'an came back to his senses.

Looking at the giant beetle in front of him, he squeezed out an awkward but polite smile, and then, while the beetle was not paying attention, he broke off its claws one by one, grabbed the nutrient solution, and prepared to run away.

at this time--

boom!

The beetle suddenly swung the sharp hooks on its legs, and plunged straight into the sand behind him!

Nan An suddenly stopped in fright.

He raised his head subconsciously, and met the mechanical beetle's eyes.

Two dark gray mechanical eyes stared straight at him, emitting a dangerous ray of hunting new prey.

Nan'an: "..."

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