Outlier (science fiction)

This is Planet X.

Rules, restrictions, prohibitions, warnings ... They have been passed down forever with the genes of the X-star people, and they are strong and inviolable.

The chain reaction of immutable rules is an immutable story. Every X-star, from the moment they came to this planet, the X-Star General Bureau registered the child's future occupation according to the hospital's report. For the better development of the planet, every X-star should be engaged in the industry it does best.

According to the principle that science is the first productive force, the most advantageous abilities will be analyzed through the genes of the child, etc., so as to register future occupations and establish a cultivation plan. Yes, on Planet X, children are not raised by their parents, but by the General Directorate. There is no concept of raising children and preventing old age on this planet, because from birth to death, the General Bureau has arranged it for you to be clear. As long as you follow the rules of the General Bureau for you to go on a lifetime, you can enter the coffin that has been customized with peace of mind.

In fact, planet X, where I live, does not have the concept of "parents". On this planet, there is no need for anything related to feelings. The so-called interpersonal relationships, there is no such thing here. Loved ones, lovers, friends... These relationships that exist on Earth are not available on Planet X.

Tomorrow, I will usher in death. Not as frightened as expected, unexpectedly calm, tamed like a cool spring pouring down overhead.

"A001, please remember that your future identity is that of the observation team leader of the W Bureau." The phrase appeared on the screen directly in front of it, accompanied by a soft female voice.

"When instructed, please explain your next course of action." I put down the hot cocoa in my hand and watched as the spoon collided with the wall of the cup, bringing up a circle of small swirls and making a crisp sound. Everything seems so ordinary.

"From tomorrow onwards, you will enter the X Observation Academy and receive a 16-year education to ensure that you can be a good observation team leader." My expressionless, indifferent face appeared on the screen, with two high ponytails.

"Receiving instructions, I will work tirelessly for a better tomorrow for X-Star and dedicate my modest efforts." The corners of my mouth were stained with a little brown liquid, which made my heart inexplicably weak.

"Go to bed, good boy." As an AI who absolutely obeys orders, it is really rare that she talks to me in such a ridiculous tone.

“...... Well. I dodged the camera, pulled out a tissue, and wiped my mouth.

She's such a nasty ghost.

A001 buried its tender face deep in the center of the soft, pure black pillow, trying to smell the residual aroma of lavender. For this planet x, which has never had a religion and has never had so-called beliefs, AI can only simply define this behavior as relaxation. Even A001 herself didn't know what the point of her doing so was. Such a poor child, until the moment of death, she still did not find the answer that had puzzled her all her life.

Struggling to get up from the warm and baking bed, he tentatively reached out his chubby little hand, twisted the uniform with his fingertips, and quickly tucked it into the bed. In one go, the clouds flowed. After about 15 minutes, she was finally mentally prepared for the cold. "Huh? My dear Charon, you are 1 minute and 45 seconds earlier than usual today! Yes, keep up the good work. The already tired female voice came from the invisible void, and the faucet fell with just a glass of water, and I got up with some breath and ignored her. Why, I am so dull.

The hot skinny egg lean porridge and the wet mist are reassuring. Along the esophagus, all the way into the empty stomach bag, tears dripping into the porridge without warning. "..., when you're done eating, let's go to school. My Charon. "Why, I'm so upset.

"Hey... I want to eat minced meat and eggs tonight..." I turned my head and was surprised to find that she appeared in front of me in human form for the first time. A tall oriental girl with long hair in her early twenties, as I imagined, was so relaxing. She reached out and dangled before my eyes, the faint scent of lavender lingering around her thoughts, which were as chaotic as headphone cables. "You forgot that communication tools must be brought." She held up the thin, palm-sized black smart board. "Well, what about dinner?" I lifted my head and stared at her deadly, unwilling to let go of the slightest change in her expression.

Her delicate warmth, living palms rubbed the fluffy black hair on the top of my head. "Yes, Charon, I'll get it tonight." The school bus sped off into the distance, and Miss AI looked at another MR. AI who was working in front of her, transmitting data about Charon. "Tonight's dinner..." "I'll make it!" Miss AI was a little anxious, which attracted Mr. AI's surprised eyes. "We're the same as the X-Star." Miss AI turned and walked into the room, and Mr. AI packed up his expression and calmly followed behind.

"Congratulations to all the students here, you are about to usher in the 16-year period, the last year of compulsory education." Unfortunately, the expressionless passengers were not qualified spectators, and there was not even a polite physical act of applause. "At the same time, the system has matched you with future colleagues." A grain of rubble smashed against the hard, ancient ice, without any response from even the slightest crack.

Charon glanced expressionlessly at the gift he handed over, the fat cat doll with black hair and blue pupils--a serious but more soft and cute. "This is, my first gift to you. Charon。 "Because there are so fewer women than men since there were X-people on this planet, this planet is a matriarchal society. Women are of much higher status than men, the law is written entirely by women, and the right to choose a spouse belongs only to women. In other words, as long as the man in front of you is tired of seeing, you can change to the next one. After all, the total population is really dangerous, and if you change a few more, you can also increase the richness of future generations, right?

"Hello, my secretary. I love the gifts you give. That shy look, something was wrong. More than the shyness that people are accustomed to, it is more of an excitement. "Great, I've flipped through your message many times and know you'll love it!" His long red hair was tied up by him in an exotic woven rope, and his unusually fair complexion made me unconsciously think of the patients lying on the bed.

"May I, ask you a question?" The extremely innocent cat's eyes locked me wet, then, coax him. "You're cute." Awkwardly rubbing my fresh short hair, I was a little impatient.

The moment he looked up again, the brightest star in the night sky was no match for the fluctuating light in his eyes. I finally realized that something was wrong with him. "Hide your eyes, here's the X-star." Catcat disappears into the alien space inside the backpack, which is infinitely large enough to hold everything you need. When the candle burns out, the heat quickly dissipates, and the lonely wax drop is a lament when love is at the end of the road. I hope that the flame in his heart can be extinguished, but paradoxically, I hope that this flame will never be extinguished, or even become more intense, so that the fire will burn and devour the planet.

He was silent, and there was such a sculpture in the dark corner of the art classroom, and he stared at the side of my dodging face. A lonely and gentle smile appeared on his face—a slit cracked under his heart, and the black liquid ticked down like an unscrewed faucet.

"Are you sure you're going to send me to the door?" I hugged the lightweight school bag on my chest, and behind me was the door of my home. He leaned down, his broken hair vertical, "Why, don't you ask me, my name?" ”“...... I know your name, Adam. "His hair is so smooth, like expensive silk.

He disappeared into the horizon at a point, and Twilight ate him in one bite. The task assigned by the academy was still being dismantled in his mind, and the salty minced meat stewed egg stimulated the sensitive tip of the tongue. "Hello, A001." The low male voice fell with the black spoon on the warm black plank, and the heavy hammer struck my chest cavity that was heaving violently. Unprecedented fear tore through the mask on which I depended.

Charon's slender wrists pressed against the black square dining table, and dan phoenix eyes, which she could hardly detect changes in mood, were now hanging low. The heavy and oppressive atmosphere forced Mr. AI to take the lead in breaking the deadlock, "From now on, I will take care of your life." "Charon crossed his fingers and a mocking smile on his face." Just because of the floral fragrance? It's interesting. Charon continued to eat dinner unhurriedly.

Adam sat back on the railing of the hill, looking down at the immutable lights of wanjia, with communication elements stuffed in his ears--- the only X-star on the hill. No one would come here, because there was no reason to come here—a barren mountain that had been forgotten. More importantly, people are afraid of their own abnormalities. Unlike the decisions, thoughts, and desires of others, they will be regarded as dangerous by AI and immediately reported to the General Administration. The people who had been sent to the General Directorate always came back wearing identical white tops and bottoms—deprived of the freedom to dress, stiff, lifeless faces, eerie, gloomy.

But Planet X has a well-known public secret — politicians in politics have more rights than people in other fields.

On this planet, only Adam's home does not have AI.

Midnight, the deepest part of the night. A thin lump squirmed in the warm, baked bed, the fabrics creaked between them, and after a brief silence, Charon poked out his frizzy hair, and the wet plush pillow was stained with a salty liquid. As for the other small blob, lying in Charon's arms, there was a temperature that had not yet dissipated.

The door of the X-Star Forbidden Laboratory opened quietly, and the rusty chains fell heavily to the ground. A long-haired girl walked slowly and methodically, and the disgusting thick fishy smell soaked over the original white and flawless long skirt. Leaving behind countless corpses in the laboratory silently accusing her of her sins, her frightened face stayed in the last moments of her life. How could she, how could she...

Well, this salad, she made it. Charon chewed the noodles without changing color, keenly aware of the faint iron smell of the air, but this breakfast salad was all vegetarian.

A water-drenched beauty tickled out of the misty bathroom, his strong eight-pack abs, like a carved mermaid line, flowing with the smell of male hormones. Unlike most X Planet people, his three meals a day are made by himself. Cut open and spread layer after layer of cream cheese, it scents in the oven. The beautiful half-cooked egg in the pan, bacon, gave him the real feeling of the beginning of the day. Round balls of ice, fresh milk, coffee machine made of espresso, a blissful ice latte ready. There was also a document on the black rectangular dining table with A001 on the cover.

"A001, it's time for you to go to school." The corners of Charon's mouth curved out an imperceptible smile, and he ignored the words coldly as always. Studying in the academy is indiscriminately boring and boring. The only difference is that there is an extra companion around - it should be a hidden danger. Whenever my eyes were on him, it was as if he had installed a sensor in his body, and he immediately focused his eyes on me, revealing a smile that made me uncomfortable. Gentle, lonely, made me want to destroy him, to admire the broken moon, the stars, the last dim light.

"It's not that I chose you, it's the system that chooses you." From Charon, Adam laughed out loud, like a mischievous child king who had done a rather satisfying prank.

Her long hair fluttered, and she walked towards me step by step. I looked at Miss AI, and for an instant, lost my language ability. Like the robots of the last century without electricity, they silently stay in the last position. "Charon, I'm back. Do you miss me? She hugged me gently, and the familiar aroma of lavender came to my nose. The unhappiness that has piled up for many days, depression, irritability, is swept away. Tranquilizers, sleeping pills, appetite masters, are back. "What's next?" I stretched out my arms and hugged her back. According to my 20 years of life experience at X-Star, I was told that the General Administration would not spare Miss AI and would destroy her.

She whispered in my ear like a devil's whisper, and my heart stopped beating. The future that I had never imagined was clearly unfolding before me at this moment. My first reaction was not fear, not running away, not anger; but obedience, laughter, acceptance. I was quite surprised that after a long time of self-deception, the false one will become true, so what has really become?

It seems, like the intertwined carved stone statues in the art museum, if only time could stand still at this moment. I don't want to think about the future, I don't want to make choices, I don't want to live for myself, I just live for X-stars, don't everyone think so? But, really? What about the well-behaved dolls who came out of the General Bureau, why did they go in? So, in fact, not everyone lives for the X-star. Of course, for me, it's more important. If I choose to live as always, my Miss AI will definitely leave me forever.

Charon lifted his head, staring at a man with such gentle and clear eyes for the first time. Natural honey voice, gently revealed the true heart. "Miss AI, let's leave together." The feminine Dan Feng's eyes are full of vicious red, and the charming smile on the X star will only work for one person. Miss AI looked at the determined Charon with pity and affection, and nodded, as if the beautiful tomorrow she had in mind had arrived. Charon took Miss AI's hand and went to her bedroom, picked up the chubby black cat, dug out its jeweled eyes, and crushed the chip inside.

Adam got up from the projection screen and left, ready to do some late-night snacks. The honey fried chicken, which had been pickled in advance, was put into the air fryer, and the warm plum wine was taken out of the soup oven, and he took out a small wine glass from the disinfection cabinet and took a small sip of beauty. Everything in the home is decorated in the early 20th century. The screen shows the life of the director of the X-Star Directorate in the early 20th century, the only male Director in the history of the X-Star. In such an outdated and backward house, it is impossible to install new era products such as AI. He took the plum wine, turned on the vinyl record player, his cheeks slightly red, and swayed lazily. These products on the planet are amazing. Those invisible wings grew crisply on the back of my spine. I leaped upwards lightly, and a force supported me to continue to the high place. Smashing the ceiling, crashing against the tiles of the roof, I reached out and wanted to touch the constellations of the night sky, the unknown strange galaxy, and also wanted, to sit on the moon. Just as I was about to get my wish, I woke up from the cold blanket. There was not a drop of plum wine in his hand, and the fried chicken in the air fryer was so hard that he couldn't put his mouth down. The dizziness of waking up after drinking, the pain, made me feel irritable. If, I'm on Earth, it would be fine.

"Charon, I'm all set up here." Miss AI smiled brightly, like a rare warm sun in the winter when there was an endless snowstorm. I drank hot cocoa, and there was a gingerbread little man floating in it. Pointing to the screen behind me, signaling my completion. Great, hahahahahahahaha Hahahahahaha, let's run away together, go to other planets to live, everywhere is good, as long as it is not this planet. Charon didn't see Miss AI's irrepressible ecstasy, draped in a black blanket, and fell asleep sweetly at the workbench.

Rustling, what is the sound? I opened my tired, sour eyelids, and the sweltering summer breeze blew across my face. I gradually regained my clarity and got up to look around. Cold golden sand passed from my fingertips, and a sound of footsteps approached me. I looked up and saw it was Miss AI. She wore a long red linen floral dress, and her long flowing hair was casually pulled up with a wooden hairpin. She stretched out her slender hand and pulled me up from the ground. "Charon, call me sister." She rubbed my hair expectantly, but what did my sister mean?

“...... I knew I was going to kill her. "The kitchen knife slashed hard at the fresh and fat sea fish on the cutting board, the blood spurted out, and a few drops slid down his face, completely different from the usual look, and there was no warmth in the eyes of the vicious cat." Can't you just do what we plan? He laughed coldly and chopped up the fish. Why should a woman like you, who has no ability, be the director?

No matter how well the three-dimensional experience is done, no matter how realistic it is, it is not as shocking as seeing it with your own eyes. Countless galaxies, stars, earth dwarfs, constellations... Moving eternally in the universe, a situation I had never seen in my life, I was dumbfounded. My sister came to the restaurant with a fragrant hot pot, and I was responsible for serving the meal and laying out the tableware. Before getting on the ship, my sister apologetically told me that she was no longer an AI, but an X-star like me. Maybe it's the cost of killing, maybe it's the price of adulthood. She had less than three years left to survive. When the time comes, how will I live without her? The world without her, the life without her, is there any difference between being on the X star? I might as well not run away and continue to rot there. The soft glutinous rice rolls are served with spicy and sour cabbage, served with freshly made fat beef rolls, which are hot, delicious and refreshing.

Adam smirked with an unclear meaning, sat down in the director's chair, and twisted the warm blood. When the director's pupils dilated, he stared at the intruder of unknown origin. The hardened, blood-stained uniform was once sacred and inviolable. She wondered, she was confused, she was afraid, how could there be such a bold rebel on this planet.

A large amount of dust was flying in the air, and the members of the exploration team, wearing protective suits, looked around near the corpse of a maggot that had long since left. All camera-enabled equipment was destroyed. They wandered thousands of times through the ruins of what had once been a laboratory because they had found no clues. The newly appointed director was a man, and opposition was not absent. But often it doesn't go away, and it disappears, as if it never existed. Until someone found a tattered corpse on a deserted mountain that had existed in the 20th century - silence became the consensus of people to protect themselves, and those in high positions of power were all replaced by men.

The X star is no longer an X star, because the rules that are considered symbols of the X star have been broken again and again. Faced with unprecedented changes, the X-Star People went from being caught off guard to being full of shock, and finally walked into the abyss of rage. Why should a man sit on top of the director's seat, and a woman should sit on it. How dare you be so selfish, so sinful, and try to destroy the X-star with your own strength, which is the planet we live on!

Worried about not being able to make it into the ground smoothly, the X-star people who had lost their stable future chose to strike to express their dissatisfaction with the director. All walks of life have stopped functioning, and the anger of fear and dissatisfaction has swept the world. On a calm night, the once-brightly lit planet plunged into icy darkness. Adam, who was fleeing in all directions, was captured by the people on a deserted mountain and killed on the spot. On the way to confirm the new director, people discovered this long-planned political conspiracy. In order to ensure that this does not happen again, the staff of the General Directorate will conduct brainwashing education for people with more than 50% of the Adam gene - on the X star, the death penalty is generally not chosen, because the population is extremely dangerous, and it is still killed by the madman.

At the same time, an X-star-class spacecraft sailed into the universe in search of A001--- the new director of the X-star.

Today, she is in a particularly good mental state, more gentle than usual. The red flax floral dress I bought for her when we went to see the sea together was really suitable for her, and the thin lips with rare blood color were no longer sharp like a knife. I stood in the attic, staring down at her thin body, the rare sunlight that dispelled the knots that had been tinged for many days. I didn't dare to make a sound, I didn't dare to make a move, for fear of disturbing the most beautiful scene of my life. After the long silky hair was pulled from the beautiful hand to the slender neck, she raised her head and looked back at me, the crooked crescent eyes smiling and shattering. I rushed downstairs, stumbling, bruised and swollen. She was sunk deep into the soft sofa, her eyes hanging low, and the fine sunlight passed through her fingertips and fell on the flowers, shining brightly. For the first time, I understood the taste of grief, and I held her carefully, afraid of losing her. "I don't want to go back to the X-star, Charon, and go anywhere, as long as it's not an X-star..." Turns out the bones are soft? The useless liquid dripped down on the black couch, and I decided to leave her in the sea.

"I can go back with you and agree to be the new commissioner, I have only one request." The dark X-star surrounded me fiercely, and the ending was the same anyway, and the process at least gave me a little freedom of choice.

After a long discussion, they agreed to my request. After spending the rest of their lives the same length as their sister, they were buried in the sea--only, it was the sea of X-stars, and this was where they could not give in.

The director's office, which is incompatible with the surrounding decoration style, still stays in the 20th century. Leather under the boots rattled past blankets, and the guards at the door sorted out the machinery. Adam, whose name was erased together, will eventually disappear into the long river of history, and all I, the director who existed for a short time, can do except name is to admit that AI is the same identity as the X-star.

Tomorrow, I will rush to death, and the identity of the next director has been confirmed. Lying quietly in the empty home, there is no Miss AI, and there will be no presence of me. Suddenly, a strong scent of lavender flowers wafted out of my room, and I got up and opened the bedroom door. A large patch of lavender, thrown on the bed, on the ground. Tears blurred my vision, and I raised the knife in my hand and stabbed it into the heart. Let the blood soak the flowers, quilts, sheets that are still wet with dew. Here I come oh, Miss AI.